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

Chapter 27

He holds on to his wakizashi with a death grip.

As much as he can with his limbs going numb, losing sensation, and he finds the wire tightening around his throat the further he moves.

She proceeded to stab his right hand into the carpeted ground, pining his arm to the ground, as he flinched at that. 

She was behind him, and she stepped onto his back and pinned him down. It was similar to Obanai's style of restricting one's ability to use breaths, but this woman, did not care whether or not she broke his ribs as she dug her knee in between them.

There's a pressure on his lungs, his chest, a piece of marble crushing his bones and pressing him so close to the ground, spreading out from the single point of contact like a crack in the window which spiderwebbed out.

And pressed down on the wound in his chest, the wound Akaza had gifted him with, the wound where he had just stabbed himself in. 

Pain.  

Pain.

Pain.

His vision flashes black from the sheer pain, as he coughs up blood. 

He was in a precarious situation. His left hand, while free, was unarmed, and half pinned under his own body. He could get it out, but he wondered where the hell his supernatural strength had gone. Who even was this woman?

She was probably a demon hunter.

Not a Demon Slayer.

His eyes hurt from the pressure, and he sees black spots in his vision. Wasn't he a demon? Then why the hell couldn't he get up?

He grabs the blade and pulls it out with his left hand, freeing his right as he turns to swing at his attacker. She catches the blade with a hand, glancing it off with her armoured left hand as she pulls on the wire around his throat. Blood dribbles down his chin from his mouth, as the wire sinks into his flesh.

The sensation of rusted, curved metal being pulled through flesh was enhanced by what seemed to be an infinite amount of times, and the pain spread from his throat to the rest of his body, shouting at him to stop and get away before he got decapitated and spinal cord severed.

"Cut the wire. I dare you." She spoke, calm and cold like the ice flowing through his veins.

He couldn't. The smell of gunpowder from the wire as well as his own blood, told him that cutting the wire meant sparking of an explosion which would remove the wire, but also his own head. He was stuck. Shit. His limbs fall to the ground, as he loses control over his arms, and his grip loosens, the sword falling out of his hand.

He hears the sound of ringing bells.

And he has never been more glad.

The wire around his throat slacks, as he sees Masahiko lunge at the woman with his quarterstaff, sight still concealed behind his blindfold as he swung it at the woman. He rolls over to the side, freeing his throat of the wire, and he finds that she's looped it around his neck numerous times. It takes his time to untangle it, and he has to slowly will each of his fingers to move and open up, before he leans on the wall, breathing heavy.

"Why are you here?" This is the first time he's ever heard agitation in Masahiko's voice.

"You never told me you found a demon," The woman holds a length of wire between her hands, stance ready as she places her right leg forward, while Masahiko grounds himself as well.

"He's not a demon."

"Of course. He has some humanity, but he's still a demon. Imagine my surprise when I came into the room seeing the crow and him alone with a pool of blood. I'm sure you can smell it." The woman replies, tone cool and careless.  

"Get out. " Masahiko lunges, as he twirls the staff while he sidesteps, before swinging the staff out at her in a horizontal curve, and she promptly raised an armoured leg to kick it off course, before she brought both of her hands up and caught the staff between the taut wire and coiled it around the staff, and placing both of her hands on the staff, swung her body over it as she kicked at him.

Masahiko dodged back, pulling the staff back as he twisted the opposing end of his staff, and the at the top third of his staff, emerged a pair of blades blades parallel to his staff, which he used to cut free of the wire, igniting the wire as he did so, and brought the other end up from behind him forward, attempting hit her from the side.

She merely ducked as she planted both of her hands on the ground, as the wire ignited and exploded, performing a front flip as she brought the ends of her claws to Masahiko's neck, just as he twirled the staff and landed the bladed end of his staff at her own from the side.

Everything had been so fluid.

"Run!" Kyojuro picked up the wakizashi as he prayed for his limbs to move, and he leapt onto the table, picking Ren up as he ran for the door. His limbs were as heavy as lead, and Ren squawked worriedly as he laid a hand on the the handle of the door, only to find the sickly sweet scent of Wisteria fill his mind.

He found three blades buried in his arm before he knew what was happening.

"Wisteria and paralysis poison." He could't fight this. Not when his hand was already numb and losing sensation, he was going to lose control, completely.

"You will not lay another hand on him." He turned back, as he used his left hand to open the door, and he stumbled out of it.

Explanation

'She was probably a demon hunter.

Not a Demon Slayer.'

- There is a difference, in which a demon hunter is not necessarily registered under an organisation, while the demon slayers in my story exclusively only belong to that of the Corps. The methods and systems of which both parties use are different.