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

Chapter 18

"For starters, you were dressed in those black armoured clothes. I think the sheath of your blade snapped from the force of the fall, and your clothes were heavily stained with blood," Kyojuro listens carefully. He needs to find out and piece together as much information as he can.

"I found you in a lake near the area, where water from the rivers flowed form the top of the peaks and down int the lake. You were suffering from severe hypothermia and shock, and you pulse had sowed down so much it was able to preserve what little blood you had within your body," Masahiko hands him another warm towel as he wraps and coils it around his neck like a scarf, basking in the heat as he buries the lower half of his face into the soft, fuzzy heated fabric.

"It was the night, and snow was falling heavily, and I managed to staunch your wounds enough and bring you back to the cabin. At that time, I didn't think that you were a demon, since I couldn't really see your eyes, but the level of your bod's regeneration seemed inhuman," He continues, as Kyojuro runs his fingers along the nichirin blade.

"Master...Demon?" Ren seemingly questions, coking his head as he looks up at Masahiko. The man mentioned grips the shard hard enough to cut into his skin. Masahiko shakes his head, as he passes him a clean cloth.

"No, not a demon. At least not fully. I'd say you would fall into the category of one more of a hybrid," Rengoku looks at him, visible eye wide as he makes a mental note to thank the man for not thinking of him as a full demon. 

But if he was a hybrid between a human and a demon, how exactly did that work? He assumed he got the attributes of both, like how he could survive sunlight, but still could not take on the poison of the Wisteria flowers.

"Don't be so hard on yourself. You are a member of the Demon Slaying Corps, aren't you?" Masahiko smiles at him, gentle and casual, treating him no differently than another. Kyojuro smiles at him.

"Of course. But I also want to thank you for gathering the shards of my sword. It is dear to me," He speaks. After all, if his hilt had been shattered, that meant his sword had also suffered the impact or gotten lost during the fall as well. He knows Masahiko must have went back to gather it for him, and for that, he appreciates it very much so. A demon slayer's sword was dear to them, a companion for life. Masahiko uses a finger to stroke Ren's feathers.

"It's no big deal. I was more concerned that you would get amnesia from such an event, but I'm glad that it isn't so. What is your name, by the way?" Masahiko asks him.

"Rengoku Kyojuro. And I've gotten my fair share of concussions over the years, so a couple of falls aren't a big deal," He jokes, as he speaks to Masahiko, who smiles at him.

"Well, I'll get to preparing for the night and resetting the traps, I'll leave you and Ren together, and just ask him to call out if you need anything. I'll be back in about an hour or so," Masahiko picks Ren up and sets him in Kyojuro's lap, as he stands and leaves the chair.

"Sure. I'll see you later, then," Kyojuro replies. Ren nuzzles his hands happily, enjoying the warmth of his palms as he looks down at him, and strokes his head, mind calm and peaceful.