𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐧𝐨 𝐲𝐚𝐢𝐛𝐚
"am I my sister's keeper?"
let us bathe in the malice of a millennium.
no nicer than the demons slain. 400 years and a burning agenda, what makes her any better?
⚠️Suicidal themes, Explicit Language,
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Sakurai's eyes opened, finding herself collapsed on the ground with sore bruises all across her shoulder blades. The back of her head was bloody too. Despite by all odds, she was alive. Despite death lingering on her shoulders, she was invigorated more than before.
She picked up her wakizashi, finding that Tanjiro was no where to be found and only Inosuke fighting on his own. The "father" was much more armored than before, spikes along his arms and his head had become huge.
"Inosuke-! Let's work together! He's not the twelve kizuki, but he's tough!"
"I can tell! Monjiro will come back!"
"... You mean Tanjiro?"
No time for squabble, they had to dodge like crazy the moment the demon started moving, someone having more speed than before. How had he changed so quickly while Sakurai was knocked out?
Inosuke went for the back of the head, while Sakurai leapt out from the cover of a tree to aim for the front of his neck.
One of his pincing hands swiped and nearly cut her leg off, the blood splattering everywhere and the feeling of numbness riveting her body. But she clenched her teeth and pressed the assault, her blood catching flame on the demon's hand and let her dodge.
There was no way she could put any weight on her leg, but it was already beginning to heal as her hair turned pink, her eyes barely holding onto their thoughtful human blue. She wouldn't be able to dodge if she didn't give in. If she didn't give in, Inosuke might die.
The right choice, sweet heart! I'll take my share of demon blood now! Might as well! the demon said, her voice echoing outside of Sakurai's ears as her eyes turned golden. You want your new friend to live? Then I'm gonna rip free!
Sakurai's hand wasn't her own anymore, reaching for the untouched blade at her side and drawing out what wasn't dull, but sharp and black. Her blood dripped along it.
"Do me a favour and light it up, Sakurai!"
I'm killing us after this, you're aware? Sakurai said from within, but did as told. You're not going to take me over completely. We'll die together.
Inosuke got grabbed up by the neck as Sakurai's body changed, the fox ears sprouting from her fiery hair.
"Breath of Life; Eleventh Style!" herself and the demon said together in changing tones. "Sakura Naraka!"
The blossoms that followed her sword patterns burned with the fire of Amaterasu, cutting the arm in one cycle, each blow growing stronger and burning brighter. It cut up the other hand and up the demon's body until it reached his neck and went for one last rotation through.
In a clean motion, she sheathed the demon blade and her body once burning returned to normal. Then she drew her wakizashi, holding it from her stomach. "Do me this honour, please, Inosuke, and cut off my head."
