Heart Of Fire; Veins Of Ice | Kimetsu No Yaiba Fanfic (Kyojurou's POV)

Chapter 17

"I found you in a ravine. Dressed in the black attire of yours, and barely alive. You were bleeding a lot, and you were clinging onto some rocks as the river ran over you," Masahiko brings up, and Kyojurou's eyes turn to him. A ravine? He thought he'd died kneeling before Kamado-kun, and he remembered catching a glimpse of his mother who beckoned him to follow.

Why was he in a ravine? And in a river no less. He listens to Masahiko attentively.

"Your solar plexus was hollowed out. Spine snapped, left eye smashed, majority of your ribs were broken. You were by all means supposed to be dead. Some of you ribs pierced your lungs, and you were in shock. You should have died from shock trauma, but you're quite resilient," Masahiko smiles at him. How was he alive? He supposed his neck hadn't been decapitated yet, and the river had likely saved him from the sunlight.

Sunlight.

He could withstand sunlight to some extent. He had felt its warmth on his skin before it scalded and seared his skin. 

He's strangely not mad at Masahiko or having hidden the fact that he was a demon from him. What mattered in the moment was that he had not hurt anyone, or his saviour. He retained his humanity, in the very least, but he was waiting for the time where he had to feed. On humans. Human flesh?

Wisteria was definitely going to kill him, if that was what he had learnt from earlier.

"Take a drink," Masahiko hands him a glass of water. He drinks from it.

It tastes strangely sweet, as he holds the small cloth filled with the remnants of his nichirin blade, he sets it on his lap, as he brings up his hand and carefully picks up Ren and sets it on the pile of cloth, letting the heat warm up his crow. 

It seemingly satisfies him, a growing hunger he had not noticed so far, it tastes like nectar, soft sweet and soothing, and for a glass of water, it soothed his parched throat and the pain in his body, and he assumes Masahiko had added a pain killer to the water.

Masahiko smiles at him, urging him to finish the whole glass.

"By the way, where did you find Ren?"

"So, that's his name. The demons. I believe they caught scent of you or this cabin in the very least, and probably recognised him as a messenger crow. They tried to use him as a guide to find you," Masahiko informs him, as he reaches a hand and offers his palm to the crow. Ren gingerly pecks his fingers, before he hopes onto his outstretched arm and he carries him and inspects the splint.

The demons.

He remembers the wire in front of his window.

"Don't worry. I'm a good trap setter, and I know how to kill them. I believe the snow storm put out the wisteria incense I had set out last night, unfortunately, but I suppose some things cannot be helped. Are you alright?" He looks into his eyes, and Kyojurou gives him a confident nod. He's recovered enough, and he was much calmer.

"It's no big deal. I've faced my fair share of demons in my job," He replies, with a small smile.

"I'll return you your clothes as soon as I can, but meanwhile, I think you should stay and recover," Masahiko nods and speaks again.

"Could you tell me more about how you found me?"