Hablochino
a OC x KNY fanfic
I can't update the cover sorry guys
I was born, but I was never really born. I had a name, Kasumi Kagero, but it was only spoken once-to throw me out. I learned to read by stealing glances over strangers' shoulders. I learned to live by not living at all. My family died around me, and I felt nothing. A demon killed them, and it didn't even bother looking my way. I cleaned up the blood anyway. Not out of grief. Out of habit.
Then a woman with white hair looked at me-really looked at me-and for the first time, the buzzing in my head stopped. They want me to become a demon slayer. They think I have potential. I don't know about any of that. But I do know one thing: when that demon crumbled into ash, its face twisted with something it called despair. And I liked watching it.
So I'll swing my sword. I'll train until my arms burn. I'll go to Final Selection. Not to save people. Not for justice. Just to see that expression again.
Just once more.