Eye Patch Girl (KnY)

We Are Not "Friends"

        She reached for the sword, her mother heard the clink of the lock opening, she must've recognized the sound by now, and lunged, faster than lightning, Himo sliced the Nichiren sword up and cut her in half, but to no avail, she just regenerated and kept running at her, Himo remembered demons could only be killed if they were exposed to sunlight or if their heads were cut off, the white, gold, scarlet, and silver blade flashed and the head came off, falling to the ground while growling at her, cursing.

        Himo threw it to the ground and watched the body turn to ashes, her eyes watered as her body nearly went cold, she'd killed someone that she knew even if it was in self defense, she wanted to curl up around the ashes and do the same, but she couldn't, though she so wished. She'd always kept the stories of the supernatural in the back of her mind when her father spouted them, back then they only seemed like fairy tales with how ridiculous they seemed with all the yokai and spirits, but now they felt so real.

        She darted into the house for only a moment to wrench the note out of her father's hands, now cold to the touch and as pale as the paper he held and pocket money along with warmer clothes and basic needs. It had been rushed, the words scribbles out to be:

I failed. I created something and kept another upset. I'm sorry for the bad life I gave you.

        Himo stifled her tears and picked up the sword again, put it back in the sheathe gingerly, and started running, her feet somehow managing to push forward in the thick snow, not looking back at the house who felt like it was a new nightmare she couldn't understand, one that would scare her with something and when she got used to it and expected it, it would always stay in the back of her mind, maybe she might not ever come back, fearful of what happened. Would anyone be here to stage a funeral at all or would the village just simply not notice the family suddenly going absent.

        The snow pushed against her, telling her to go back home where it would be safe...no it wouldn't. The snow lies. The note's words spiraled in her head, what did it mean? Was it for her? If so, what had it been for intentionally and when would he have given it to her? Maybe it was her mother apologizing for the times she had made the two stress, the family's money was limited, so sometimes medicine was late. This was one of those times. Surely it wasn't her father with his stern act and angry yells, but it had been his handwriting...

        Himo found a clearing, night was approaching fast as if the nightmare had followed her from her home, those stories of demons came rushing back, the ones she felt so bored listening to; when night falls they come out and enjoy killing humans, they have the opportunity they would usually have in the morning, the only way to defend yourself is the light of the morning sun. Her heart jumped as she heard yelling, unsheathing the sword carefully with hands still shaking, she held it in the stance her father had taught her, calculating and listening for more yelling and whatever was out there, evaluating the situation; was it human or demon, just playful fighting or actual dangerous situation.

        Sounds came from her left so she sheathed the sword, losing valuable time, and climbed a tree (which she was quite used to since she would pluck leaves from trees high up to help make natural paints or tea with her mother) seeing...Tanjiro?...and Nezuko, his sister, both crying? Their house was almost a kilometre away from theirs, how had they ended up here, she'd left them in the village a while ago and it had only been a few hours.

        Tanjiro was pinned to the ground with an abnormally tall Nezuko, she sounded like a demon and seemed to be acting like one, he could barely keep her from ripping his throat out using the wooden handle of the axe as a substitute for his arm. She didn't want to move, to have to use the sword again, what if she hurt the wrong person on accident, she hadn't been truly trained yet.