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

Chapter 54

While entering the main lobby of the building, Kyojuro can feel the scrutinising gazes of the others on him, as Yousuke urges him forward gently, and the other dancers seem confused as their gazes flicker back and forth between the two of them. He dislikes this unwanted attention.

That's when Kaori steps into their path.

"The Director requests for it's presence in the top floor, Kutabe room," She speaks coldly to the two of them, as she gives them a stiff bow. Yousuke bows, and even though he doesn't wish to bow to her, he follows suit out of sheer respect for the host. She turns around swiftly, as she herself quickly scales the stairs at the end of the corridor.

"My apologies. It seems that we may have to delay our dinner plans a bit," Yousuke looks at him apologetically, and Kyojuro waves it off.

"It's not a problem!" He replied, as he follows Yousuke up the stairs as well.

He wonders what Himura needs him for, and the last room was indeed that of the final animal. With that, he would have finished exploring all the rooms on the top level. However, he also did take note of how Kaori had called him an it rather than a person.

Yousuke gestures for him to enter, and he thanks him before he enters the room alone, behind Kaori.

The room is large, with eight beds lined up along the sides, and two of the eight are occupied. The walls are made of white lacquered birch wood, smooth, pale like the snow. At the end of the room sat a large balcony, to which the windows were closed for the time being, to keep out the cold. Empty stands meant to hold the liquid drips sat by each bed, where all had white coloured sheets and pillows, suspended from the ground on the pale grey floor.

It was a cold, empty place, with the faint scent of cleaning alcohol in the room slowly becoming a biting scent the deeper he went into the room. It was bitter, and yet it spoke of purity, as Kaori made her way to the two occupied beds. One of them held the resting form of a woman in her twenties, who was reading a thin book. Both of her legs were heavily bandaged and one was hung up and suspended from the bed, wrapped and braced in a wooden cast.

Her curly deep brown hair barely reached her shoulders, as she closed her book and turned to look at him.

And her eyes widen in a mixture of surprise and shock.

Meanwhile, the man on the next bed, with short black hair, laid pale and unmoving, the only fact that he was alive was due to the fact that Kyojuro could sense that his blood was still moving. His head and arms were bandaged, as numerous drips were inserted into his veins. Himura sat by his bedside, placing a warm cloth on the patien'ts head as she turned to look up at the two of them.

"Director, I brought the demon," Kaori speaks with distaste in her voice. Kyojuro looks up at her.

"Aiya?" She turns to the woman, whose gaze sharpens as it turns into a glare.

"It's definitely him. But how is he here?" Her voice is filled with confusion and at the same time, a burning, avenging anger, as she slams the book down on her bedside table.

"Kyojuro-kun. Take a look at her and see if you recognise her," Himura's voice is sharp and straight to the point, as she folds away several towels and gets off of her chair, and moves over to the two of them. Kaori crosses her arms, as she sits down next to Aiya, and crossed her legs, looking at him with annoyance and hidden malice towards him.

It was as if she wanted to protect Aiya from him.

"Aiya, would you like to do the honours?" Himura continues. Aiya turns to her, as if hesitant. Himura nods with confirmation, and Kyojuro wonders what was going to happen later on.