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

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How....

Nobu was forcing her blood out of his body.

Without her blood, he could not heal. He reached his hand out, clinging on to the hilt of Arctic silver, as he hauled himself across the snow, and towards Nobu. Breath styles would not help them now. What he needed to do, what he could do now, was only to kill this demon. To make sure his head was off his neck, and he would have to throw his corpse down the cliff.

Her power waned.

Nobu had a trump card which he had held onto even after death. A trump card which he had spent the time in which she had been locked away building, creating, and mastering. He could control the flow of blood in another's body. But it had taken time to take effect, which was why he could not use it sooner.

Had he known that the phoenix would come and revive him?

He had drawn her strength out for so long, to wear it down, and ensure that his attack would have the most potent impact when she was vulnerable and open to it. Just like how it had been with Arctic Silver. He must have waited for him to use it until it broke under their incompatibility.

This demon, with the power of the phoenix, would have strength comparable to that of an upper moon. But it was his intelligence which made him a terrifying foe. But now was not the time to think about it.

Kyojuro gritted his teeth, as he tried to think, create a solution, search her for answers that could save their life. Being an incomplete demon, a false demon, a half breed, he needed her blood to survive. Absolutely needed it. Without it, the two of them were going to die. After all, even with demon blood, without a body it was useless.

There had to be a way.

Could she override his blood demon art?

They had underestimated his abilities.

Focus. As he looked down at his own nerves, everything seemed to be translucent, even transparent as he was able to pinpoint where his veins, his arteries, every strand of muscle were. It was a beautiful ability, as she commanded the cold to seep into where blood refused to flow, and she calmed his mind. Isolating certain limbs, certain organs and overriding Nobu's command over the blood in those areas. Start small and spread out like a web.

Freeze their blood, seal their wounds, as Kyojuro reached out for another handful of snow, slowly making his way over to Nobu, who merely took small steps back as he leveled a calm, cold gaze at the both of them.

Breathe. Keep breathing, cling onto the cold air.

With all he could.

Cliff.

She was trying to freeze his blood, blocking up open wounds, healing his lungs, so that he could breathe. Keep going, she told him, slowly but making progress. Starnegly, in his mind, Kyojuro felt nothing but a cold, yet strangely burning resilience, and determination. Perhaps the two of them were not so different after all.

The pain was excruciating.

But he had to trust her.

The snow diverged itself around the two of them, as Nobu leapt into the air, and he floated atop the flurry of snow, out of his reach. Kyojuro felt frustrated, as his limbs slowly went numb, with the lack of circulation, his nerves were going to die, and his flesh would fall into the hold of frostbite and be permanently unusable. But he was a demon. Such wounds would not be permanent.

Could he throw Arctic Silver?

They only had a single shot to do this. He could no longer fight, and she was anchored to his weakening body. A decisive move could end this entire fight. They could not afford to fight Nobu again. Not when his battles were long, drawn out, absolutely designed to wear down at his opponent's body, mind and soul. This demon was not supposed to have a second chance. No, its third chance.