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

Chapter 26

The blade cuts into his throat, a thin, fine line across his skin.

He freezes, before he draws out his wakizashi and slices through the blade in her hand.

She leaps back, as she swung her hands back, and he watches as metal around her wrists seems to move and coat her hands from the force of her own movements, giving her a pair of black coloured clawed gloves. Her gaze falls into a neutral, calmness as she looks at him.

"Wait I can ex-" He begins, as she lunges, and this time for the ground and she picks up the jug of water and throws the remnants of the entire jug into his face, and he blinks as he moves out of the way. The water falls onto the ground. The ground with the dried blood.

The smell of blood fills his senses.

She lunges at him.

He brings up his wakizashi and blocks her blow easily, and yet the blow still connects, but instead of him bleeding, it's her.

No. It was not from her.

The scent of blood captures his mind, and he doesn't even notice that she threw a glass vial filled with it at his sword. 

The vial breaks, as the blood splashes onto his face. 

Hunger.

Rapture.

Everything he had sought to restrain and erase from his moment ago came flooding back in, and it made him simultaneously drowsy and yet, honed his senses up to the point he could hear the sound of her breathing, the snow falling outside the window, and smell the scent of metal from her gloves.

Was this what being a demon felt like?

Isn't it liberating?

Kyojuro blinks.

He wonders when the hell she managed to get the steel cuff around his left wrist, which he had used to support the sword, and attached to it, is a a thick black wire which connects it to another end, and she slams the other cuff to the thick grails of the window.

Fifth Style: Ascending Blazing Sky

Using his free right arm, he slashes the wakizashi in a curved arc upwards, and she brought up her own clawed gloves above her in a cross to shield herself. He swiftly severs the black wire with his wakizashi. As his sword clashed against the wire, sparks flew.

The wire and cuffs ignite in his face.

How-

It knocks the breath from his lungs.

He can't breathe. Cold overtakes his body, as heat leaves quickly, and cold air is pulled into his lungs and he's coughing bad. It freezes his lungs, slows his movements, as it racks his limbs with cold and numbness. He lost the breath of flames. Without it, cold seemed to bite and gnaw away at his limbs, harsher and more frigid that it had ever before, as his limbs lose their warmth and sensation almost instantaneously.

He'd overlooked something.

The woman takes this as an opportunity and coils the black wire around his neck, the wire further digging into the wound in his neck.

He can't breathe.

Explanation

'The wire and cuffs ignite in his face.'

- Laced with gunpowder and other explosive substances. Sparks between the surfaces of metal wire and the wakizahi's blade ignited the wire.