Seventh Moon

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[I hate this chapter T_T ... We might see Tanjiro and the others in the next two chapters or sooooooooo.... I'm excited]

True to his word, Akaza-san did teach me how to fight. That was, of course, until he stopped midway when we were both hit by the harsh truth that I am utterly hopeless. At least at the fighting techniques he tried to teach me. Honestly, the training we did do was mostly just him successfully landing punches on me. Akaza-san seemed to be in much more pain than I was whenever that happened, though. One thing that I did excel at was speed.

Of course, Akaza-san is a hundred times quicker than I am but if I am facing a demon slayer, I could outrun them no matter the rank – they are still just humans, after all. Aside from successfully yelling in alarm, I can now add quickly running away in fear to my set of skills. We figured that's good enough for me to survive. Akaza-san did try to help me develop my blood demon art too but said it reminded him too much of Doma-san's so that went nowhere. To sum it all up, I learned almost nothing at all.

The two of us continued traveling from mountain to mountain searching for the blue spider lily. The nights spent combing the peaks, and the days spent hiding from the sun and resting. It was one such morning when I found Akaza-san staring at me intently.

"Y/N, tell me again how that happened." He asked, pointing to my eyes with Seventh Moon now written on them. I was neither an upper-rank nor a lower-rank. I was just the Seventh. I doubt Muzan-sama made me a member of his inner circle because of my battle prowess – which is nonexistent. He made me so because of the visions I'd get every now and then. He did say so when he etched them to my eyes.

"Well... he said this was my reward."

"I get that. But why seventh? Why not make you the upper-rank six? It's the Twelve Demon moons, not Thirteen." I just shrugged at that. Muzan-sama told me that being the Seventh Moon was my reward, but really, it's hard to tell with him. Akaza-san sighed then stood up, "let's work on your punches before we go to sleep. Come now." Urging me to stand up beside him. "Do we really have to?" I only received an exasperated look at that.

Days, weeks, months... I haven't really kept track of time. Our search for the flower still goes on. Sometimes I do it by myself as Muzan-sama requires Akaza-san somewhere else. I never really asked him what he does during those times. Muzan-sama never did call for me. My main mission is to just look for the flower, and he is already upset with the lack of results with that and of my visions which hasn't happened in a while.

Maybe because now that my body has tasted human blood, animals aren't enough. But then, if I could survive on human blood and not their flesh, am willing to do that? Will I be able to stop myself and not suck someone dry? Sometimes, I even think of trying to take a bite out of myself. I can regrow every limb... that's an endless supply of flesh right there. But that seems more monstrous than just killing and eating humans, somehow. Maybe I'm just starting to go crazy.

I found myself walking in a small village that night. Akaza-san was summoned somewhere else, and we agreed that I'd wait for him here. There were a few people walking back home, done with work and errands. It's been a while since I've been around this much people, so I had to try and disguise my eyes a bit. Akaza-san taught me a simple trick of hiding the etched markings on our eyes. I got the hang of it remarkably fast since I don't really stay away from humans, but I also don't seek them out. It's easier now since I have better control of myself.

A sleepy little boy tugged at his father's sleeve so he'd carry him... I can't help but smile at that. A young couple was walking ahead of me, they seem to be so close. People watching like this is something I found out that I enjoy. Maybe there's a part of me that yearns this semblance of normalcy, or maybe even become a human again. I don't really remember much about my life as a human. Akaza-san said it was normal for us, still I – "Oh!" The woman in front of me dropped her fan yet didn't notice. I don't know why, but I reached out for it and called out to her making her and her beau turn to me.