May Happiness Reach You

Gyuutarou, Daki, Douma

This is my very first time writing something for the Demon Slayer series. I recently got into it via one of my reasons I investigate and stick to a series. In this case it's a ship that drew me into this series.

And that's the ship of Shinobu and Douma. For some reason I just really love it. Despite all that I know in canon. Don't judge me!

Anyways, this particular story will not only focus on my main ship, but Akaza, Gyuutarou, and Daki as well. I don't really care for the former Upper Moon 4 nor the 5th one, but I may see what I can do with Nakime. As for The 1st Upper Moon, I'd need to look up more about him because right now my intrigue lies elsewhere.

It's a modern AU reincarnation so no demons, no breath styles, and no blood arts. I'll learn more as I go on.

However, I'll (FINALLY) be starting my college career soon so, updates will be based on my schedule.

Finally, I'll be adding an important OC in this story whose tied to the reincarnated Upper Moons, But I shall have that explained in a separate story which I'll see if I can post before chapter 4.

Now without further ado, let the curtains rise on a new life.

Gyuutarou and Daki

Tarou Yasuhiro often wondered why some things in his life... felt so unusually familiar. From a neglectful and often frightening mother to his complete disgust with those who took things for granted. From the day he was born he felt that there was something or rather someone missing, but his young mind couldn't process what that was exactly.

He grew up independent and faster than all the bullies that made fun of his slovenly appearance; he wasn't very smart but was more clever and stronger in P.E than the others. Not that it really mattered much. His so called mother never came to his school's sporting events, never fed him properly enough and if she wasn't hurting him, it was the numerous men she'd bring home, sometimes they were some of the same men or multiple of them at the same time that were.

So it didn't surprise him when he learned that he was getting a little sibling. He was ten when it happened and had just been in a fight once again because some upperclassmen accused him of glaring at him. He won that fight, although with some bruises. His mother came to the school to talk with the head teacher, he was only half listening when he heard the key word 'pregnant' come out of his mother's mouth.

He hadn't though much on it when he was brought home after being suspended for a week and also being locked up in his raggedy room as punishment.

But once his mother had left and he unlocked his door (this had happened other times before, so he learned this trick) and going to the store and use what money he had to buy something to eat he began to ponder.

A sibling? Just what he needed! Another mouth to feed and another reason for his mom to not be home. He was considering running away for a better life when he caught sight of a little girl crying under a tree, surrounded by a trio of older boys.

Not that he cared but something tugged at his heart when he saw the unfairness of what the boys were doing.

And just as he was about to intervene, a boy about eleven or twelve rushed up and stood in front of the poor girl, stretching his arms out as to shield the girl from the bullies.

"Onii-chan!" The girl cried out. In a blur of three minutes the bullies were running away, one with a broken nose and the other two with black eyes.