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By YourFellowChristian

The demon at the front who stood in front of the Sound Hashira, clawed at his face. Like an itch that was impossible to get, and you had to dig your nails further into your skin.

This drew blood from his face, although he didn't care. Why would he care? He'd regenerate anyways. His eyes clearly showed the ranking of his position to Muzan Kibutsuji.

Upper moon six.

"Ahhh... nice man. Nice face... nice skin too... no spots, no birthmarks, no major wounds, all perfect, like a porcelain doll. Oh, I'm sure the girls are all over you~." He trailed off. His voice was raspy in anger and jealousy.

"Man do I envy you. You'll get a real painful death now. I'll carve you out and tear out your insides after."

"ONI-CHAN!" Daki screamed in the corner. "He's not the only one! There's more! Go kill the girl who burned me!"

She whined louder and louder, her hands up near her face to try and wipe the tears off her face. "I WAS WORKING HARD! I WAS WORKING SO HARD ALL ALONE! AND THEY ALL GOT IN THE WAY AND BULLIED ME! THEY ALL KEPT BULLYING ME!!"

The demon at the front scratched his skin even harder than before. "Unforgivable. My cute and dumb sister was working hard. And I'll kill anyone who lays a finger on her. I'll tear you apart into shreds of nothing but meat. I'll make you spin round and round when you die. Because my name is Gyuutarou!!!"

He then whipped out an attack with large crimson sickles and slashes them Uzui's way. This caused the wall behind him to fly out into the empty streets near the house.

You and Tanjiro were down below as he clutched his little sister close to his body, looking up in horror at the scene.

This seemed like something completely new to the both of you.

That attack is different compared to the demon earlier. You thought. This time they're sickles and flying back around.

Tanjiro could smell Uzui's blood, this caused worry to fuel him even more.

"I'VE ARRIVED DUMBASSES!!" A voice screamed behind. "RELY ON ME DAMMIT!"

"INOSUKE!" You and Tanjiro shouted with relief. He was okay.

"ZENITSU!" You yelled back, a smile on your face. Although, noticing his eyes were closed. "Wait, he's sleeping?!"

"YOU HAVE YO GO BACK AND HELP UZUI-SAN! PLEASE!" Tanjiro begged.

"LEAVE IT TO ME, GONPACHIRO! I, INOSUKE HASHIRBIRA, WILL GO FLAMBOYANTLY!!"

"Give is some time to go and put Nezuko back in her box!" Tanjiro yelled back.

Inosuke and Zenitsu moved themselves on over to the house in which Uzui wa sin with the demon.

- Meanwhile -

"Ahh man, I really envy you, protecting humans, looking cool, nice~. And those humans," the demon nudged his head over towards the group behind the Hashira. They carried horrified faces, they had never seen anything like this. "You're a savior in their eyes, I'm sure they'll shower love and gratitude all over you."

Uzui stood there and rolled his eyes. He didn't even look phased at all.

"Yeah yeah I know. I am flamboyant, elegant, ladies' man, so obviously. Not to mention having three wives."

Gyuutarou heightened his eyebrows, his sickly bright yellow eyes looked and were covered in jealousy and hatred towards the Hashira.

"Three wives?! You've got to be kidding me! Right?!"

"Blood Demon Art; Blood Sickle!"

Gyuutarou unleashed a wave of attacks with his weapons towards the Hashira. He dodged and slashed at the deadly sickles that hit him.

I can't stop this while protecting people. Uzui thought. He had to come up with a plan, how could he stop the attack and protect at the same time? Especially with this sort of blood demon art.

Uzui then got an idea and a huge explosion set off below himself. Dust and debris floated around for a quick second.

Gyuutarou noticed this and looked down below, noticing the Hashira motioning for the people down to go and hide. He looked down with a blank face. "You won't be getting away. Now turn, splatter sickle."

The sickles flying around from before seemed to understand his language, as if having intelligence, and began to spin the opposite direction towards the silver haired Hashira.

Uzui noticed in the corner of his eye. At the last second, he used his large and unique swords to deflect the attacks.

These siblings. I cut off one of their heads, that didn't seem to do anything. Now there's two of them. If I cut off the brother's head, will they both die? Does he possess the real body? Or is there more to this?

I have to do something. Based on the sounds, the people have escaped to the forth floor. Good.

Uzui snatched up a couple of brightly colored beads in his hands. He tossed them and let his arms and swords do the work. They split right in half, causing a huge explosion and for the wall to come flying outwards into the street.

Uzui walked forward, a smirk plastered on his face as he looked forward at the bunch of magenta fabric that laced itself into a large ball.

He spoke up, "Well, ordinary means won't do the trick, huh?"

The ball unraveled itself and showed Gyuutarou standing up with his sister on his back. Eyeing down at the Pillar.

He cackled. "The two of us are one, after all."

- With Y/n and Tanjiro -

The two of you ran on over back to the box in which Nezuko would reside in. You both ran over quickly, hearing the fighting behind you and explosions, your heart carried fear.

You were afraid.

Afraid of losing someone, you couldn't, you wouldn't. You wouldn't let it happen.

Tanjiro and you quickly noticed the box and ran straight for it. You both kneeled down quickly and reassured her that she'd be fine. He put her in the box, you could see that he was fearful as well.

"Y/n."

You turned your head to look at him, awaiting for what he wanted to say. "Whatever happens, if anything happens to us, please... please stay alive."

"I'm not going anywhere, Tanjiro." You said. "They tried to take me before, they failed. And they'll fail again."

Tanjiro's heart fluttered, the courage she had, it was so very admirable. Although, he could smell fear upon you. He knew you were afraid of losing them. But you stayed calm.

His eyes glanced at the flower pin that he had given to you when you both admitted to liking one another. He wished he could go back in time to those moments, those warm kisses and your touch that electrified his body.

He pulled you close to him and kissed your lips, like he never had before. Hand on your cheek, your soft and warm cheek. He craved you, he just wanted one more kiss from you, if anything did happen. He had that feeling again in his chest, he admitted it to her that one night you came and slept with him.

He loved you. He loved you so much.

Pulling away he rested his forehead against yours  and caressed your cheek.

"Stay alive."

"Same to you, Tanjiro."

- Meanwhile -

"Hey, have you noticed now?" Gyuutarou asked while his sister kneeled on the ground with her head in her hands once again.

Uzui smirked, "Noticed what?"

"No point now man, you're slowly dying over there. So now we're gonna beat you slow and steady."

"OH REALLY NOW?!"

The three of them all turned to find that crazy, boar-headed man and the yellow one running over.

"DON'T FORGET US BUDDY! LORD INOSUKE! AND HIS UNDERLING ARE HERE! YOU'RE DEAD MEAT."

Uzui noticed from up above to figures came down quickly and landed in front of him, swords drawn out, looking down at the demon, menacingly.

Ready for battle.

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