That Day on Spring (A Kimetsu No Yaiba Fanfiction)

Chapter One

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Shinobu Kochou is dead.

That's what he always tells himself until he finally numbed the pain. But no matter how much he faced the harsh reality of everything, he still can't feel nothing.

On most nights he desperately wished for her to somehow return. And on the more solemn nights he wished he did not love her at all.

Even if demons have ceased to exist and to wield the sword has no meaning anymore, he could still feel a heavy burden on his back. With his sadness like a snake coiling its way into his heart, squeezing, and the ache would be too great he wished it would just stop beating.

Maybe she wasn't made to be his. No. She was for him, he just couldn't protect her. All those years of training and he still couldn't protect the one he loves.

He might've survived the war between humans and demons, but right now he just wished he was dead. To be with her on the other side, that's what he hoped, to see her once more.

The others told him it wasn't his fault.

But no. That doesn't ease the pain. That doesn't erase the fact that Kochou is dead. That didn't even do anything to make him feel better.

Without her a spring colored world is within his reach, yet farther than a lifetime.

To the world Shinobu Kochou is just one person, but to him that one person is the world. His need to reach for her world added to the pain, he had been gripping her like a lifeline, because that's what she's come to be.

Without her, he's no less than something breathing. Just something breathing, not living.

Losing her made him feel excruciating pain, the world feels dark and cold, all he could see are monotone colors, he felt numbed from all the pain. He wanted to die for her. His life for hers.

This wasn't a nightmare, it was simply a sweet dream set in hell.

He still remembered what he loved most about her was that even as chains bound her wrist, strings choke her throat, she was still a butterfly, and she remained on flight. But now that butterfly had died, tired, out of breath even when her lungs are made from flowers.

They say if you love something let it go, if it comes back then it's yours forever, if it doesn't, then it was never meant to be. Are they and Kochou not for each other?

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Kochou chose to be a demon slayer knowing full well her life is at risk everyday.

Yet now she began to think while looking back on all of this, she wished she had taken another path.

Dying unable to save the others nor get revenge, and leaving before she could say everything she wanted to, all her words left unspoken.

And as the sun rises and the stars dispersed, they became strangers. And everything between them became simple past emotions within.

Is this what love sees?A blazing star smeared through the oxblood dusk, combusting into explosions that would diminish over time into nothing? Is this what love feels like? Chest pounding hard or fluttery in either hope or poison?

She was not sure. Because there were only little seconds for love, and she could not be a failure. Losing in her job means losing hundreds of innocent lives.

And with that in mind she still lost. And losing tasted like burnt charcoal as if she had a mouthful of ashes.

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But their love will be rewritten on the first bloom of spring. Maybe now, they will have a happy ending.

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