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By YourFellowChristian

Before you would go with Tanjiro, and possibly live with his family, you and him would bury your family. You couldn't just let them all lay there. They needed to be at peace. It was the right thing to do. You had enough time since it was still daylight out. Even though the clouds had blocked away most of the suns rays.

Tanjiro had gotten two shovels out of the shed where you told him it was and you began to dig. You both stayed silent. Tanjiro watched you as the tears seemed to never end from your face. Who could blame you? You lost your entire family and had nothing left. They were the light of your life. Just like his family was too.

You went and wrapped what was left of your family into blankets that were inside the house. You buried your parents and last was your brother. Tanjiro helped you carry you brother out and you told Tanjiro you could do the rest. Although it looked like a two person job instead of one.

"Y/N. Let me help you." You shook your head no as you then went to eat down into the hole that you had just made.

"I can do it!" You said through tears. You gently laid your wrapped up brothers body and set him down. You took one last look before covering his body with the blanket. You walked back over to where Tanjiro was and he held a hand out to you. You took his hand and he helped you up out of the grave.

When you both finished, you prayed for your family. He did the same. You prayed that they would be okay in the afterlife. And that they would have a peaceful life. A better one than they could ever have.

You both looked at each other.

"You ready to go?" Tanjiro asked. You looked back at the graves but then looked back up at him and nodded your head.

~~~~~

Time had passed in silence while walking through the snow. It was quiet. Besides the occasional winter breeze the blew by and wiped at your hair. Tanjiro decided that he wouldn't talk. You were dealing with a lot. And he wanted to give you space. No person should ever have to come home to their family being massacred. You had nothing left. And he felt that he and his family could take care of you. He would feel horrible if he just left you. It wasn't a good thing to do. But he was fairly certain that he was doing the right thing.

You and him had finally reached his house and as you did. You both stopped.

You looked and saw blood at the front of his house. Everywhere. Tanjiro ran closer to the house. Dropping everything he was carrying. You did too. You ran with him and when you both got closer, you both gasped.

There laid a boy who was being held by a girl laying in the snow. With blood covering every inch of their clothing and bodies. You looked to your side and saw that there were even more bodies around. Covered in blood and eyes looking like would pop out at any second. It scared the hell outta you. But mostly him.

Tanjiro was shocked. He felt tears threatening to spill from his eyes. His family was gone. You stood in shock. How could this happen to both of us??

Tanjiro then gasped.

"The scent." He said. You raised an eyebrow.

"What is it?" You asked in curiosity.

"It's the same scent that was in your home too." You were taken aback by this. The same scent? Tanjiro then came forward and kneeled down to a girls body. He put a hand on her neck.

"She's alive!" He exclaimed. He then began to pick her up and throw her onto his back.

"We need to help her." He said as he began walking back. You nodded and followed him.

~~~~~

You were tired. And hungry. But you kept by his side. Your lungs burned. Your legs ached. Your whole self felt like it was on fire. The atmosphere was a lot colder than before. You were freezing now.

You and him quickly walked along a cliff side while he carried his sister.

"We will make it." You said which caught his attention. He gave you a small smile.

Tanjiro felt his sister's body on his back jolt. He thought he was just imagining it when he heard you call out his name.

"I think she's waking up Tanjiro." You spoke as you went over to his side closer to look at the young girl on his back. A low growl escaped her lips. You raised an eyebrow. Her eyes had begun to open as the girls eyebrows furrowed. Growls escaped from her mouth as she began to rock around and messing up Tanjiro's balance. You went over and tried to help the girl stop moving. She opened her mouth and you looked and saw her teeth. She's a demon.

You held onto the young girl who was now a demon but her moving around everywhere causes Tanjiro to misplace his footing and the three of you fell off the side of the cliff. A loud scream escaped your mouth as he did too. Was this really it? Were you about to die?

You braced yourself on impact and felt yourself rolling down. The impact hit hard and you rolled down the snowy mountain. You closed your eyes the entire time rolling down. Just waiting for your fate.

You then stopped rolling and laid there for a split second. Your body twitched as you tried to command your body to do what you want. You pushed yourself up while your body ached. You felt like your body was gonna explode.

You looked around and took in your surroundings. It was clearly a forest covered in snow everywhere. You couldn't see Tanjiro or the girl he had that was now a demon.

"Tanjiro?" You called out. No answer.

"Tanjiro!?" You called out again. But there was still nothing. You couldn't hear anything.

"Who are you?" A voice called out behind you. You whipped your head around quickly to find a sword pointed at your neck. A small gasp left your lips as you looked to see who it was.

A boy. Maybe around your age. Had charcoal black hair that was tied back into a ponytail. Sky blue eyes. And a haori. One side with a pattern, the other was a dusty looking maroon color. You could tell that he was in fact a demon slayer. But why would there be one out here in the middle of the woods?

"I'm Y/N L/N." You said.

"Where is it?" He asked. You raised an eyebrow.

"Huh?"

"The demon. Where is it?" He asked as he held the sword closer to your neck to the point where it was almost touching your skin.

"I-I don't know." You replied. He looked like he didn't believe you and put the tip of the katana up against your neck.

"I'll ask one more time. Where is it?" He asked. His tone full of coldness. You shook your head from side to side. Making sure that the sword didn't cut your neck in the process.

"Listen, I really don't know where the demon is. But, my friend might be in trouble." You said. He slowly lowered the katana and as he did. A yell was echoed through the forest. Both you and the boy looked towards where it was coming from. You then ran towards the sound.

When you got closer and closer, there was a small opening in the woods and there you saw that demon girl on top of Tanjiro. He was struggling to keep her teeth from sinking into him. He was talking to her with tears flowing down his face. That's when some more fell onto him. She was crying.

Out of no where. The boy with black hair came forward and pushed the demon girl off of Tanjiro and grabbed her body and held her with his katana up against her neck. She was trying to get out of his grasp and growling.

"Nezuko!" Tanjiro shouted. You ran up to Tanjiro and placed your hand onto his shoulders.

"Tanjiro! Are you alright?"

"Yeah I'm fine. But I need Nezuko. He can't kill her!" Tanjiro looked at the boy dead in the eyes as you followed his gaze.

"You clearly don't understand that she is a demon. And that demons cannot understand feelings." The boy said as he held the katana closer.

"DON'T!" Tanjiro yelled.

"I understand what you're going through. But I cannot turn a demon loose. I am a demon slayer."

"Please don't!" You yelled. Tanjiro was slightly surprised that you told the boy not to kill his sister. After everything that happened. With you and your family. You should hate demons. With all that you are. But here you were, defending his now demon sister that you didn't even know and had basically almost kill you both. He was thankful that you understood that she was his sister.

"L/N. I have a sworn duty to kill every demon I see. Do you realize that you are keeping me from fulfilling my duty? In such cases, you and your friend here are obstacles as well."

Tanjiro then held up a hatchet that he had gotten from his house and charged at the demon slayer. But the boy saw through his movements and quickly attacked back. He threw Tanjiro to the side and he landed face first in the snow.

"Tanjiro!!" You yelled. Worried for your friend. You ran to his side but before you could get far, you felt something hit your face. Everything went so fast and you fell into the snow too. Holding your palm to your face. Did he just slap you?

Tanjiro got up and saw you get hit in the face. This made his heart set on fire. Rage coursing through his veins. He then shouted at the top of his lungs and charged towards the boy again. The boy dodged and threw Tanjiro back in front of him a good distance away. Tanjiro got back up and stared at the boy who held his sister back.

"Nezuko is not like other demons! She can change! I know she can! Just give her a chance to change! I can find a way to heal her!"

You got back up and stumbled a little while you did. You listened to Tanjiro talking to the boy. When you had arrived earlier and saw Tanjiro's demon sister holding him down. You noticed the look of guilt and sadness. You never knew a demon could have feelings such as that. You always thought they were heartless and out for blood to feed their hunger. But Nezuko was different. You felt your gut telling you that she was a good demon. And that she can be helped.

The boy sighed and sheathed his katana. He then took his hand and knocked Nezuko out cold.

"What did you—"

"I knocked her out so you can travel without her trying to kill the both of you." The boy said.

"You should travel a few ways from here. You will meet a man named Sakonji Urokodaki. He can help train you to become a demon slayer. And possibly help you out with finding a cure for your sister. So I suggest you move now with your sister and friend." Both you and Tanjiro were shocked at this. He was letting you go with a demon. But he was a demon slayer. Maybe he had sympathy for some demons.

You and Tanjiro bowed to the boy. "Thank you very much, uhh,"

"Giyu Tomioka." You both thanked Giyu once more as he walked in the other direction. You turned your head to meet Tanjiro's eyes.

"Let's go and become demon slayers." You said as you held up a fist to him. He stopped for a moment before using his fist you bump yours. He carefully lifted Nezuko up from the ground and carried her with the two of you. And you both were off to become demon slayers.

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