A/n
Ok so maybe you guys won't like this one. But I placed special effort on it so nah.
Ever since we were young. I knew something was wrong with her. . .the way her eyes gleam whenever we talked. As if she hid something behind her innocent smile.
Her long silky black hair looked so fluid and smooth whenever she walked away. . .like a snake in water.
Her bones could be distinguished due to just how frail she was. . .She was more pitiful than me if you were to ask me personally.
Having jealousy in her heart as I had the thing she wanted more than anything. The warmth of someone is what she craved for. And it was something she couldn't have when she was young.
I pitied her. . .I cared for her. . .She is my sister after all. . .it felt so good when she depended on me. A frail boy like me. The way she wouldn't show her side to anyone but me.
It made me feel special. . .that's why I made that annoying maid disappear. . .Y/n was getting too close to her. . .that maid does not know her place, that's why I made sure to teach her what her line is.
"Muzan-nii! What are you doing?" My sister, Y/n asks me. Her red eyes shined from the moonlight hitting her glossy eyes, making it brighten and gleam in the dimly lit room that I occupied.
Smiling, I closed the notebook I had. "I'm studying, Y/n" I answered, my red plum eyes looking back at her red eyes.
A bright smile appears on her delicate face. "Can we eat some mochi? Okaasan left some in the kitchen" she informed me, a drool coming out of her mouth.
I chuckle at her brightness, feeling at ease in her company. "Then why don't you get it? We can eat it here" I suggest.
Her bright smile was replaced by a sad and anxious frown. Her hands began to sweat and fumble as she avoided my gaze.
"O-okaasan might get angry. . .s-she did say the mochi's were f-for you. . ." Y/n stuttered in a hushed tone. Sweat slid down her cheeks at the thought of our mother.
My heart burned with hatred. My jaw clenched tightly at her reaction.
My frail hand pats her soft hair softly, smiling. Y/n flinched at the sudden contact but relaxes.
"Don't worry, just tell her that I told you to get it" I tell her.
"B-but what if she won't believe me?" She asks timidly, her hands shaking at what our mother would do.
Humming, I grab a strand of her hair from the tightly tied head price and yanked it out suddenly.
She yelps in pain, tears brimmed her eyes as the pain was excruciating since she was frail.
Feeling guilty, I embrace her. "Sorry about that, but that's the only way Okaasan would believe you"
. .. .. .. .
Tanjiro and frien-- the boys--ugh! no! wait wait, let's start over.
Tanjiro, Zenitsu and Inosuke hurriedly ran to the main Ubuyashiki home.
As they reached the entrance. . .still dressed in their medical outfit, Inosuke could feel something bad had happened, Zenitsu could hear it and Tanjiro. . .could smell it.
His brows furrowed as he raisef hiis nose and smelled the air again. "This smell. . ."
Soon, Tanjiro's legs moved on its own, surprising the two and quickly followed their friend.
"H-hey Tanjiro! Don't run off like that!" Zenitsu exclaimed as he ran after the boy.
"Hey Monjiro! What the heck is the problem huh?!" Inosuke ranted, huffing as he too ran after him.
They didn't notice but once Tanjiro stopped, Zenitsu face planted into his back. Groaning, he rubbed his face, "What the heck, Tanjiro. . ." He mumbled.
His eyes widened as he hears a crunch just infront of them. Slowly peeking out of Tanjiro's shoulder, his breathe hitches.
"Oh m-my..." Zenitsu trembled. His body went stiff as he trembled unconditionally.
Inosuke does the same and fell quiet, his eyes wide and mouth agape under his boar mask. You could see his hands twitch every now and then.
Infront of them was a bloody mess, the kakushis all stayed away from the scene. Just by he look of their eyes was enough, yet he could see only pity in them.
Tanjiro could smell slight fear yet no surprise. It surprised him.
Blood was sprayed around the room. It puddled and some was smudged on the walls. It was truly a gruesome sight for the boys.
Tanjiro scanned the platform and sees a long black hair protruding from the left. His eyebrows furrowed as he stared.
"What happened...?"
He didn't want to move his eyes further. Just one look at the hair and he could put the puzzle together and he did not like the answer.
Soon, he finds the courage to look and glance up and a lump grows on his throat as he sees her.
His body trembled..He didn't know why. Was it because of anger?
Fear?
Resentment?
Rage?
Disbelief?
He didn't know why. . .
Staring at the head of the man, he could smell the familiarity of the scent.
"F-F/n...?"
He felt like he would throw up at the sight of F/n's decapitated head.
The metallic scent of the blood was so overwhelming. . .
Her bloody clothes and skin triggered something in him. The sense of righteousness was slowly dissipated because of her.
Anger overwhelmed his senses as he began marching up the wooden platform.
"H-hey kid! Stay away!" A Kakushi stammered fearfully from the side.
"Kentaro! Are you out of your mind?! Don't you see the danger zone?!" Inosuke yelled out, pointing to the platform.
Tanjiro ignores them as veins started poking through his skin. As he reached the platform, he banged his hand on the floor.
"Why did you do this Y/n?!" He shouts angrily. His teeth was baring as he clenched his jaw in anger. His eyes glaring at her murderously.
"Wasn't F/n your friend!?"
"Why?!-
He stops in his fuming anger once he sees her turn to him.
Tears streamed down her face as her lips and chin was bathed in blood. The man's blood all smudged on her porcelain pale face.
At that moment, he could finally smell her emotions.
And it all came crashing down.
Fear
Pity
Confusion
Sadness
Lost
Loneliness
Resentment
Anger
Sorrow
Misery
Regret
And so much more.
It was as if the weight on his shoulders got only heavier because of how many emotions she felt at the single moment.
The emotions, the sad emotions she carried made tears spring out of his eyes that it was a continues stream of water.
And as he stared at her crying face, he could see her take a short breathe before moving her lips.
"I. . .I d-didn't do it. . .I s-swear. . ."
A/n(edited)
Oh and did I forget to tell you guys to mind the like small details? 'Cause it's gonna be like a real mushing to the plot so yeah.