Zenitzuko Stories

For as long as he could remember, Zenitsu had been afraid of death. How many times had he cried and kicked, screaming in terror, at the prospect of a demon killing him? He had never believed he would live long enough to grow old. And yet there he was now, on his deathbed, an old man.

When Nezuko woke up, the first thing she saw was a flower. It was tiny but really pretty, a beautiful shade of pink. It was entangled with her hair. She reached out to touch it. Where did it come from?

Zenitsu's sword was rarely seen in combat. His attacks were way too fast. They only time anyone could catch a glimpse of his sword was when he took care of it, cleaning and polishing it. One day Nezuko saw Zenitsu cleaning his sword and was mesmerized by its golden shining.