Night Skies | KNY

Chapter 1

There was an unpleasant thought suffocating the room. He knew what it was fully. In the next two days was final selection. He knew you were on edge at the upcoming test. Of course he knew well about the final selection, the swordsman he had killed in the past would tell him any information they had about the corps in order to save themselves. If there was one thing Kokushibo had learn while being a demon is that humans were more selfish than his "kind." That was another thing he liked about you, if he could remember clearly when he had coincidentally killed the demon that murdered your mother, you were trying to protect her even if it meant death. You didn't have a chance at killing the demon but, you tried to protect your mother. Even if you didn't fulfill the duty of protecting her, it was the thought that counted. That meeting of the both of you were more complicated but he couldn't remember why. The memory had quickly faded after a year.

"What's got you stressed? Never once before had you ever bring your journaling hobby to the dinner table."

He watched as your tensed demeanor relaxed with a deep exhale. You sighed and pushed the strands of hair that made way in your face while you journaled what you stressed about lately.

"I'm sorry if it's disrespectful, I just need to get some things off my mind before I head out. It'll be a while before I'm able to be at ease with nothing having to hunt me."

"You seem unprepared."

"I a-"

"You are. If anything you're more than prepared, you think your training was hard for no reason?"

You shook your head feeling guilty at his statement. He was correct and you wanted to believe he was correct but the thought of having to actually behead real demons and not the fake dummies that were used for your training put you even more at edge. What if your strength is far too weak to behead them or maybe you're too slow and could easily get killed.

Kokushibo watched your body language tense as you stared down at the floor, he knew you didn't listened to any of his reassuring words. He closed all six of his eyes knowing that this time, this was your problem to overcome. He wouldn't be able to walk you through any more steps, not because he didn't want to but he couldn't. As soon as he stepped out into the world he was meant to be dead on sight and if you were ever caught with him you would probably be ordered to commit seppoku. That made him irritated deeply. Why did the corps make everyone think he was an uncivilized monster. He wasn't like that at all, he had his moments where he reached his breaking points but would he ever hurt someone he developed a bond with? Thinking about you ever fearing him made him sullen. The demon slayer corps were a infuriating group to him. But he couldn't hate them as much as he wanted because your plans from the beginning was to become a swordsman and to protect those who need protection.

He felt himself drowning into the deeper feelings of uneasiness. Maybe he didn't train you well enough, maybe he needed to accept the fact he wasn't as strong as he thought himself to be.

You noticed how quiet Kokushibo got and looked up from your side of the table. You knew your nervousness about the final selection brought tension to the dinning room that was meant to be a place where you both could relax and talk about the things you did that night. Feeling more of a burden to him you cleared your throat which immediately caught his attention. All six of his eyes pierced into you making you gulp slightly, as many times as you've felt his attention on you, you wouldn't be able to become used to his six eyes. You admit they were cool but two eyes were enough to make you feel nervous, so six eyes of course would make you feel more than nervousness. Knowing you had drifted off into your own thoughts once more you cleared your throat again before continuing with a sentence to cut the thick tension that coated the room. "I'm almost done with my eighth journal."