⚔ Demon Slayer Oneshots ⚔

Tanjiro x Reader - Bandaged

All her life, Y/N L/N only ever seemed to bring misfortune, despair, unpleasantness. From the time she was small up until now.

The small girl, only about 8 at the time, felt the stinging pain of the slap delivered to her cheek. She fell to the floor from the sheer force of the assault, empty gaze rising to her assaulter. Her drunken, furious father.

"Darling, please, stop!" the voice of her mother cried out, Y/N hearing the scuffle, and then the cry as her father struck her mother, as well.

"Quiet, you damned bitch! She's gone and done it again, the fucking brat!"

"But how could she know?! She's only eight! Please, please.. stop hurti-" An echoing sound like blood splattering, and her mother's voice fell silent.

"..."

"Are you happy now..?" her father mumbled, turning to her, broken glass bottle clutched firmly in his hand. Or, at least, that's what she thought those jagged points were.

The girl said nothing.

"ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?! WHEN I ASK YOU A QUESTION, YOU ANSWER!" The presumed bottle was raised, and in a split second..

..everything went dark.

It's rather funny how it can take a mere moment for one's life to change forever.

-

Six years later, the sandals of the girl hit the rugged dirt road. She felt every rock, every crack, every speck of dust as her feet came into contact.

A weary man stepped outside his home at the sound of her rapid, yet mostly silent, footsteps. He smiled, his frail form emerging further.

"Are you off now, so soon, L/N?"

The girl wordlessly nodded, her head turning in the direction of the man's voice.

"And.. you're positive you must do this?" he murmured, voice creaky from old age.

Another silent nod.

"..You know, sometimes I wish.. that you would at least use your voice."

The girl looked away.

". . ."

"Well, don't let me keep you." the old man finished, waving a hand in her direction. Another quick nod, and Y/N was gone, silhouette visible with the rising sun.

A sigh was released.

"..Make it back alive, L/N.." the man chuckled, "..don't let all my hard work go to waste."

-

"You will survive for seven days.."

".. the remaining will become members of the Demon Slaying Corps.."

".... Please begin your ascent."

The words seemed to fly over Tanjiro's head from the sheer adrenaline he felt. He was hyper-focused on one goal: to survive.

However, turning, Tanjiro could have sword the girl next to him..

..had her upper face completely covered in bandages.

Before he was able to question, however, she was gone. A small tinkling sound lingered from the spot she once stood, the only trace of her ever having been there.

Clutching his blade, he rushed into the fray.

Demon after demon, Tanjiro managed to strike them down. He prayed for their peaceful rest each and every time he slayed one. Reaching a clearing, he stopped, blood running cold.