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

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It is not enough.

It was never enough.

The next time she sees the doctor, she has yet to kill the demon slayer.

And yet, what was all the more interesting was that the clinic that the doctor owned was burning.

It took her sometime, but she pieced everything together. This doctor owned a clinic who would help anyone and everyone regardless of the circumstances. Even if it was a wanted man who was a serial killer, and took the lives of numerous innocents, she had saved him from bleeding out on her doorstep. The townspeople had extremely mixed feelings about her. Some thanked her, others despised her for all who she had saved.

It started off small, with several townsfolk protesting outside their clinic. The demon slayer had helped to dissuade them then. But it grew. It grew over the days, the weeks, the months.

So when the time came, and she had once more saved someone who deserved death, this time, a noble who had fled and left his city to the hands of invaders, left his people to die without a trace, the people had reached their limit.

The demon slayer had an urgent meeting to attend. Which meant she had to leave. By then, she had set her sights on the doctor, and she knew that for as long as she stayed, the demon slayer would return to her.

That night, the clinic burned.

The whistle went unanswered.

The demon slayer returned far too late, as the entire building collapsed in on itself, and the doctor, the doctor was strung up, beaten, hurt and demeaned by the people she had all helped once at some point in their lives.

It was betrayal, bitter and strong which she could feel, which resonated with her own heart. There was no more doubt in her mind. After Seijuro, she understood that this was the remnants of humanity within her soul, which saved her from being an animalistic demon, feral and unintelligent pieces of filth. It was this humanity, which she would turn into her own weapon. It may drive her to do things only humans would do, but each action, each impulse was an opportunity.

She had intervened, just as the demon slayer returned, and promptly pulled out her blade and decapitated the men who had sunk their blades into her chest and abdomen. This had people fleeing, as she cradled the body of the doctor in her arms, helping her to staunch the flow of blood from her wounds. It was warm, as she placed her hand over those wounds and commanded the cold and moisture in her blood, to slow.

"Azumi!" The demon slayer's voice was pained, desperate, angry, and furious. She could not harm the other civilians, only able to knock them out in her path to get back to her friend. Her friend who was on the verge of dying, having lost far too much blood.

And two became three.

The demon slayer met her eyes, and she smiled.

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"Demon! Why...Why are you here?" She unsheathes her blade, as she pointed it at her. The doctor beneath her grasp stiffens, and it only serves to worsen her own pain.

She turned to look at the doctor.

"You are aware you will die soon?" She spoke, softly and calmly, as her own slitted eyes met the gaze of her prey...no..future investment. She nodded, unable to speak. She mouths the word demon, unknowing of the weight of the word it carried, as the demon slayer anxiously itches forward.

"You never told her about what your true profession was, after spending so many months together?" She leveled this question in a cold tone to the demon slayer, who's face betrayed shock, extreme panic and fear. All of it which was quickly spooled into a calm expression. She was silent, ignoring her words and speaking instead to her friend.