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

Chapter 28

It's a blizzard outside.

He limps down the path, in the dead of night, as the cold wind bites as his skin and he's slowly losing sensation faster and faster. The wisteria poison flows through his veins, and can't spread further, as he feels the blood from his wound freezing in the wind.

Snow falls, fast and heavy.

Each step he took, the faster it seemed to pile up on him. He couldn't see anything in the darkness, and he couldn't smell anything but his own blood, wisteria and ice.

He's utterly blind.

Darkness and falling snow is everything he sees, and he know's he's not well equipped for braving a snowstorm. Frost creeps up his limbs, as he can feel ice forming on his as snow pelts down on him harshly, with each contact comes numbness and he can feel the sensation of pins and needles in his limbs as he forces himself to move.

He can barely feel the texture of the wood as he holds his left hand out to steady himself against it, unable to fully walk properly as he turns to lean against it.

His body shivers as his breathing is shallow and weak. He blinks, as he can feel snow piling around him, covering his limbs as the frigid winds seemingly claw across any of his exposed bare skin, and he's consumed by numbess, and yet pain at the same time. His vision fades in and out, as black spots appear in his vision.

How was Mother Nature so cruel?

There was nothing before him except for absolute blackness, and he regretted fleeing too far from the cabin. He can;t even see the light of where the fire was supposed to come from, and his skin is so cold he can feel it in his bones. They ache painfully as his limbs stiffen and frost forms on his now cold skin, and he closes his eyes and leans against the tree.

He's going to lose consciousness soon. He can feel the symptoms of hypothermia affecting him.

His lungs hurt. Frost crawls into his lungs, with every breath he takes it embeds itself deeper into his body and spreads to the rest of his limbs like a ice spreading across a window. He can't lift either of his limbs, and can't tell the difference between left and right, where the direction he came from had been.

He doesn't even know where he dropped the wakizashi.

Shit. Ren.

Ren stuffs himself between him and his shirt, as Kyojurou puts his hands and tries to keep him warm.

Breathe. He tells himself.

He needs to use his breathe of flames before he dies from the sheer cold.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

He loses to the cold.

Explanation

'He limps down the path, in the dead of night, as the cold wind bites as his skin and he's slowly losing sensation faster and faster.'

- His limbs and injuries are not fully healed. At least, not healed correctly.