Another

Chapter Two: A Twist of Fate

Regular POV

I'm so hungry. So, so hungry.

She glanced at the sobbing bundle in her arms.

What is going on with me?

As she thought this, the voice of Muzan filtered through her ears.

"Found you."

Nezuko looked back at him and screeched. Her stance broken, she fell off the side of the cliff. Muzan jumped down, and stood opposite of her.  Tanjiro laid in front of him in the snow. The 14 year old girl stared at him, the baby in her arms wailing. She watched the man in front of them.

"Hello, Nezuko."

Nezuko looked up at him, and down at Tanjiro still passed out at his feet.

"What did you do to onii-chan?"

She couldn't hold back a shiver as he smiled at her.

"Well, your onii-chan-" Muzan kicked the eldest Kamado, "-is now an oni."

The world seemed to stop. 

Tanjiro? An oni? No, that's impossible! He's always been a human!

"You're lying!"

"Then perhaps you need a little more of my blood to believe me, since the other brat got in the way before."

Her eyes widened with his words. She threw Rokuta into the snow The appendage pierced her heart, right where Rokuta was lying his head earlier. Before her body even began to process that she had been stabbed, the appendage bulged. The same amount of blood he forced through Tanjiro now flowed through her veins. She screamed.

Muzan retracting his appendage as Nezuko passed out. With his lips curved into a wicked grin, Muzan's eyes passed to the toddler wailing in the pile of snow. He reached out to the child.

"Second Form: Water Wheel!" A blue blade slashed Muzan arms as he jumped far back, his arm regenerating instantly. He glared at the slayer who stood protectively in front of the toddler. A kitsune mask with a scar on its right cheek stared back at him. Another slayer, this one with a mask painted with blue eyes, kneeled next to the sleeping form of Nezuko. Meanwhile, a girl with a flower-painted mask dragged the stiff body of Tanjiro back towards the other two.

"How dare you harm these children? A real man does not bully the weak!"

The man with the scarred mask rushed towards Muzan. The other slayers drew their swords.

"Tenth Form: Constant Flux!" The scarred one twirled his body, slashing at the body of Muzan. Muzan swerved, his talons carving crescents into the slayer's shoulder.

"Sabito! Move! Eight Form: Waterfall Basin!" Sabito jumped, revealing the blue-eyed slayer. He sliced downwards towards Muzan's face, barely dodging the demons slash. Behind Muzan, the girl rushed him. "Seventh Form: Piercing Raindrop." The girl lunged, stabbing Muzan in the back. From the front, the blue-eyed slayer followed her example. Above, Sabito angled his blade at the demon's neck,

" Third Form: Flowing Dance!" The blade connected with Muzan's neck.

It broke.

Laughing, Muzan jumped, breaking Giyuu and Makomo's blade in the process. Sabito, still in mid-air, was kicked down into the two slayers below. Muzan sprinted to the Kamado siblings.

Staggering, the three water-users looked up. Muzan held Rokuta in his arms.

"Let him go!" The slayers stepped forward, only to stop. Muzan held an elongated nail to Rokuta's neck. The toddler whimpered, the tiniest bead of blood dotted his fair skin.

"You humans are such pests. So weak, but so determined in your stupid endeavors to protect others. But you can't even protect yourselves." Muzan cracked the smallest of Rokuta's fingers.  The child screamed, looking at the slayers. The trio gripped the hilts in their hands.

"You want to save others, but you are weak."

Crack!

"Worthless."

Crack!

"And incapable of even saving yourselves."

The trio listened, eyes on the oni. They flinched with every wail that erupted from the child. They failed to notice the twitching forms of the eldest behind him.

"You could never hope to defeat me! For I am Kibutsuji Muzan!" The wails of Rokuta increased, and Muzan looked down at the human in his hands and pierced his small belly, ignoring his shrill scream. He threw the toddler at the slayers.

"No!" The trio gasped as they moved forward.

The eldest Kamado launched himself off the ground and kicked Muzan's head in. His burgundy hair flew behind him as his eyes dilated at the sight of Muzan's crushed skull. Only a few seconds later, vermillion tipped hair swang as the eldest sister tore the arms of the Demon King and threw them away. She ripped them off faster than he could regenerate.

The trio could only stare stunned, as they watched this unfold in front of them.

"Die."

The two siblings chanted it like a sutra, tearing Muzan to pieces over and over. They didn't give him enough time to process what was going on. But, as they crept closer and closer to his core, Muzan experienced the emotion he was so rarely acquainted with.

Fear.

Once he felt their teeth rip at his heart, he could no longer control it.

"Nakime!"

The ground opened up below the demons. The Kamado's attempted to pull Muzan back to solid ground. They were, however, unprepared, and held only the scraps of his clothes on their talons.

The slayers stood stunned, uncertain of whether they were actually still alive. A few feet away, faint sniffles fluttered from a small bundle.

"The child-"

The two remaining demons whipped their heads, and, in a blink of an eye, kicked the trio backwards. They rushed to the dying child.
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