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

Chapter 24

After what he assumed to be six hours, he manages to fully rein in his thirst and hunger for blood.

He slips his hands out of his bindings, as he removes his blindfold. He looks out the broken window, and he sees that the sun is setting. He inspects the wound in his chest, as well as his eye in a small hand held mirror, relieved to find that all have been healed.

However, there are light blue crystal streaks which spread out from where his wounds once were, and that worries him immensely. He looks at the reflection of his eye once more, and he suspects he's been turned by some sort of snow demon. He doesn't know if he's connected to Muzan or not, and cannot conclude definitely about his condition.

He traded his humanity for his ability to walk and use his legs again. Was it worth it? He was not sure. But he was going to continue living. No matter how he was cursed, turned or corrupted, he needed to live, and stay human through it all.

If not, he was just going to let Masahiko down. He couldn't just give up his passion and will to live. Before all, he refused to let his will die out. Before everything.

He closes his eyes, as he leans against the wall below the window.

He was strong, and he would use that strength to protect the weak. He was still strong now. And as long as he lived, he could still carry out his duties. Sepukku was an honourable, yet cruel punishment. The feeling was unpleasant, and his mind wanders to an image of him placing the blade to his own neck. He shook it off. He already died once. He had a second chance now, and he couldn't throw it away so carelessly.

His mother would have wanted him to live as well.

He smiles at the thought of his mother. She was kind, gentle, and everything he could ever have asked for. She herself understood the value of life, having died young as well. If she saw him now, what would she have said?

All life was precious.

He chuckles softly to himself, as he realises how he answered his own question as to whether he should live or not.

Then again, he couldn't die out so easily. The other pillars would probably be disappointed if he did so. He picked up the wakizashi, cleaning the blade from his own blood as he placed back in its sheathe.

The main door clicks open as footsteps walk in.

He pulls himself under the table, unsheathed wakizashi in hand.

There hadn't been the sound of ringing bells.

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