#KNY Roleswap

[tanjirou-no-au]

Demon Hashira Revamped: Gyomei

Within the twisting halls of the Infinity Temple, its king sits immovable, a god unto his domain.

The monk once known as Gyomei Himejima now sits in eternal meditation, save for the sorties he takes to feast on humanity, civilian and slayer alike, none spared save children, who he seems to find too disgusting to eat.

His form has been twisted into that of some demonic Bodhisattva, perhaps even the Buddha himself, his face bereft of eyes but ‘blessed’ with six arms and two mouths, one of which chants an eternally cycling sutra that disrupts the focus and ruptures the blood vessels of any who hear it, while the other one, situated on his stomach, blows into the shakuhachi held by his lowermost hands. His middle hands are eternally posed in the Enmaten, clutching at prayer beads while uppermost left hand lays two fingers upon the ground, sending out shockwaves that liquefy the stone floor and pillars of his inner sanctum, while its counterpart sits upraised, an eye within its palm directing the motion of eight oversized prayer beads that twist and distort the earth further.

His majesty is such that it might be reasonable to assume that he is the King of Demons, not Muzan. And indeed, if he were not so resigned to his position, it is feasible he could seize such a title.

But as it is, Upper Moon One sits in repose, a god amongst demons.

Demon Hashira Revamped:

Tengen Uzuis

Mitsuri

Iguro

Kyojuro

Kochou Sisters

Sanemi

Giyuu

Tokito

[yuki2sksksk]

Can we please see more of your KNY Roleswap AU?

What was his name again? That boy had a twin too, right? They were with the Kakushi, but right now, as Nezuko wiped away her sweats, she noticed that this twin was alone and wasn't in an attire like the kakushi. Instead of the brown uniform set with masks, the boy wore something resembling a slayer's. He was sitting by himself on the porch, and despite the cloudy eyes, his eyebrows were furrowing as if he was in a deep thought.

Nezuko decided to greet him.

" Excuse me. " She said with a bright smile. " Hello, I am Nezuko. "

The boy snapped out of his trance, turning to look at her. He blinked, not responding to her for a moment before nodding.

" I know you. You're the slayer that carries a demon around. "

The girl scratched her cheek, her smile turned nervous. " Guess I don't really have a good reputation now, do I? You're one of the twin right? I've seen you working with the Kakushi. "

" Yes. I am Tokitou Muichiro. " The boy introduced himself.

Nezuko took a seat next to him. " If I may ask, why are you wearing a different uniform than before? Did the fabric tear or something? I can fix it! I am very good with needles and sewing! " She patted her chest confidently.

Muichiro tilted his head, a ghostly smile on his face as he looked down to his uniform. " The Moon Hashira gave it to me. He's...a relative. " His expression dropped, a rather sad pout made with his lips. " When my twin and I were toddlers, our parents were attacked by a demon. The Moon Hashira saved us and took us in. He started to train us to become slayers but then we decided to stop halfway and instead became a kakushi instead. "

" I am not one to judge, but why stopping halfway? " Nezuko wondered.

Muichiro sighed. " My brother suddenly claimed that he didn't want to become a slayer -- he also forbid me to become one too. The Moon Hashira -- Kokushibou -- respected out decision and let us be. But I know Kokushibou was disappointed. He saw potential in me and my twin. This uniform was a handmade for me when I become a slayer. It didn't happen, but I am wearing this right now because my kakushi uniform got dirty and is currently being hung under the sun. This is the only one clothing I have for now. "

" I see. " The dark-haired girl hummed. " So...since you went along with your brother, I guess you didn't want to become a slayer? "

Muichiro flinched, a single sweat dropped. He bit his lips and looked away, earning a suspicious look from Nezuko. She leaned forward a little, trying to get a better look on the boy.

"...You want to become a slayer? "

With hesitance, and very slowly, Muichiro nodded, glancing at her from his shoulders.

Nezuko frowned. " Then why didn't you say anything to your brother? To Kokushibou-san? "

" It's...not that easy, Nezuko. My brother -- Yuichiro -- I know that he means well and he always takes care of me...but he has a rather violent reaction. I am sure he would be angry if he knows that I am still willing to become a slayer. "

" Have you try talking to him? "

" I shrunk at the high volume of his voice whenever he yells. "

" Well, this is unfair to you! " Nezuko huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. " If your brother can't even listen to you, then I am going to make him! "

Muichiro's eyes widened at the sight of the girl going to her feet, a stern expression on her face as she placed her hands on her hips. He unconsciously grabbed the sleeve of her shirt, tugging her back down.

" I don't think that would be wise. " He reasoned, still surprised at how she immediately decided to face Yuichiro to defend him.

Nezuko turned, slipped her hands around the boy's hands and held it firmly. " If it's not me who do the talking, then you will! You have a voice to defend your right! It's the heart that drives the people, Muichiro. If your heart tells you to follow the path of being a slayer, then follow your heart! "

She patted his shoulder encouragingly. " You can do this! I wish you good luck! All right, I need to go back to training or Douma-san will hunt me down. See you again, Muichiro! Oh, and if your brother still refuses to listen to you, then tell me and I'll go straight to him."

The girl turned and walked away. Muichiro stuttered a little and stumbled in his steps as he stood up. " Wait! W-What will you do if you have to go see my brother? "

Nezuko turned around. " I'll make sure to talk some sense into him! Everyone has the right to voice out their opinions. You have the right to decide what you want to be, Muichiro. You can be whatever you want to. No one else should tell you what you have to be. Just you. "

When she gave him a smile, it was as if the air was knocked out of his lungs. Is it the lighting? She looked as twice as beautiful than the first time he saw her. Muichiro felt his neck getting warmer, noticing there was an increasing beating of his heart in his chest.

" Take care! " Nezuko waved her arm, disappearing into a corner.

Muichiro looked down to his uniform, his hands twisting the fabric in his grips. He closed his eyes and steadied his breathing. One last deep inhale and exhale, he opened back his eyes and a flash of determination were seen in his eyes.

Time to seek Yuichiro.

[witheringaliveinthebox]

To Freak, Or Not To Freak (Out)?

“Okay.. Promise to not Go Ballistic?” Nezuko asked You Hesitantly “Im Going to Open the Box, But I’ll Need you To Stay Calm.”

She Pulled the door Open, seemingly speaking to Something Inside “Nonono—Takeo-“ Who was Takeo? “i Promise you, I’ll Protect you-they wont hurt you!”

She slipped off to the side, and Soon enough—

“Mmm?..” he looked no older than three or four, but was he wearing a muzzle? and why did his clothes pool around him? he crawled out of the box, and it was then that he started growing up to reach Nezuko’s shoulder.

Nezuko Laughed sheepishly, Turning to you “This.. Is My Younger Brother, Takeo.”

[artsbyryn]

Tanjirou and Genya confused over how to activate the Demon Slayer Marks

[fitzefitcher]

roleswap shinazugawa family. all the kids (& their mom) live, but they're all demons, whoops. they live w the butterfly gals in their horrible poison swamp forest. yes, the little siblings are absolutely little gremlins

[jase-is-ace]

Meeting

Some pages are read from right to left please!

just a lil comic for a swap au thingy

[imu-chan]

okay I saw some art and am now obsessed with the idea of an au where everything is the same EXCEPT: Tomioka Tsutako didn’t die, the Tomioka siblings were saved last minute by the Water Hashira (Urokodaki), who took them in and trained Tsutako to be a demon slayer, she still gets married, Sabito doesn’t die but becomes Tsutako’s tsuguko, Tsutako becomes the Water Hashira.

I really want to see her and Mitsuri and Shinobu bond!!!! I want to see her rescue and meet the Kamado siblings and bring them in to the family!!!!!

I also want her to somehow interact with Rengoku so that he stops by one day for some reason and bumps into Giyuu, the quiet, pretty, mysterious, sweet younger brother of the Water Hashira, and they fall in love ahdnkckvirkemdmmvkvkoroeidicjjc

[krikidilly]

Testing out my new pens by drawing my roleswap au Enmu! Squashes him like bug

[nerosdayinanime]

thinking abt sabito lives design again & i started putting him in situations and reminded myself of my hc that he does origami in his off time

my original vampire!sab outfit idea, his white haori's sleeves seem kinda short on him as a 13 yo ghost so actually growing to 21 hed probably need to extend it, so why not recycle his funky pattern shirt for it? yellow-green geometric pattern along all the edges, and for a sabito lives in place of giyuu au why not attach his red haori on the inside

something something sanemi stopping by the water estate for whatever reason, sabito being a good host asks if he wants some tea and starts to leave to make some, "where are you going? thats tea there isnt it?"

"not the kind you'd want. its mushroom tea, the funky kind."

"the hell are you drinking that for!?"

"lets me see ghosts."

"...you're sick in the head."

"not wrong, but thats not even top five of reasons why."

them chilling drinking tea & talking abt nothing and after a bit sabito starts smiling at thin air, theyre still talking but he keeps glancing over at nothing and when theres a lull in their convo he turns to talk to said nothing "why are you being so quiet?" (i never see you talking with anyone....i dont want to interrupt) "but i like talking to you.." (you can keep talking with him, i'll still be here) a little huff before looking down at the drink in his hands

"who are you talking to?"

"my best friend."

-

sabito coming home from a nasty mission and doing his usual wash-up routine & finally sitting down in the main room. then The Horrors hit. (FuckingfailureWasntfastenough) eyes unfocused and unseeing, (BlueeyesLongblackhairSofuckingyoung) world closing in and feeling like its about to explode all the same, (ScreamofdeathSilenceNofuckinghead) thick tears pooling around his forehead pressed to the floor, (WEAKTOOSLOWFUCKINGIDIOTWRONGDECISIONBLOODONYOURHANDSBRAINATYOURFEETBLOODBLOODBLOODBLOOD)

"SABITO-SAN!?"

the lady housekeep he hired finding him unresponsive curled up on the floor face down hugging himself while shaking like a leaf, freaking the fuck out thinking hes dying of shock or something- pulls him to sit upright leaned against the wall, try and fail to see if hes hugging himself bc of a wound bc hes just. fucking holding onto himself so tightly. white knuckled muscles locked in place. sends a crow to the butterfly mansion for an emergency and sprints to get the nearest doctor, they arrive and hes not moved from where she propped him up, doctor checks his eyes and sees they respond to light theyre just not looking at anything, tries a few taps on the face and the housekeep worriedly calling out for him. nothing. doctor apologizes for what theyre about to do before slapping the Absolute shit out of him.

knocks him over and his hand suddenly snaps out to latch onto theirs to a painful degree, eyes focused and full of fury before it shorts out to confusion. he blearily lets go of the doctor and hisses at the stinging pain in his face, "the fuck hap-ppened?"

"you were hugging yourself on the floor- and you wouldnt respond- you were just shaking!"

"what do you remember?"

(BLOODBLOODBLOOD)

he recoils slightly and shakes his head, "g-give me a minute. fuck.."

"take as long as you need"

focusing his Breath as he haphazardly scrubs his eyes dry with the edges of his sleeves, leaning back against the wall. just breathing for a moment.

"I came home. took a quick bath to-" (wash off the blood) "wash. changed clothes. sat down to do- ..something.."

"do you not remember what you sat down to do?"

"not like that- whatever there is to do. Something. anything. i usually do origami.."

doctor talks yadda yadda makes sure he doesnt have immediate brain damage or actively bleeding wounds & leaves with their promise of another doctor on their way

"sabito-san..? what exactly happened..?" he softens a sad look at her

("my mother used to help keep this place up for the man before you." he smiled, "eh? your mother kept the place intact for my mentor. how nice that you're here to help me out now, ne?")

"bad mission, ("oh..") there was a young boy. i fucked up, the demon killed him." he inhaled through his teeth, "i had to tell his family while covered with his brains."

she recoiled, reached out to lay a comforting hand on his shoulder, "im so sorry..."

he let his head loll back against the wall, "its fine"

"its not..."

"its not. but it is what it is, and its over with."

"...kocho-sama should be on her way."

he quietly groaned, "thank you. ...was it that scary?"

"you usually hide it with some sort of smile. i cant imagine how you do that if its bad enough to make you look like youre dying when you cant stuff it away anymore.."

"heh, sorry to scare you like that..."

"dont be. talk to kocho-sama and see if she can help you. i just dont want you to be in so much pain.."

he smiled genuinely at that, "you really help. talking with you and helping with chores makes it easy to smile."

easy to forget that hes alone. easy to forget pretty piercing blue eyes, what they look like wide with fear and never what they look like in death. blood that tints his memories old and new. blood that he coats himself in, blood he refuses to wash away- blood thats all he has left of him.

-

sabito has a little stall at the end of the market in the nearby village, just big enough for himself and a few bundles of paper, out of the way of the busier sections. most people pass seeing how he only has a few paper figures and a bunch of colored paper to sell. a few stop by, intrigued by what he could possibly be doing here.

"whats your favorite animal?"

they answer, he picks out a piece of paper and starts folding, he gives them a little guy

"you never said how much??"

"i dont need money, i just do it 'cuz its fun. want another one?"

people bring their friends to get a little paper creature, talk and laugh, enjoy their new little guys. it makes him smile.

a lady walks up, cant name a creature so he suggests a surprise animal based on her, "sure." he starts folding, eventually she recognizes it "an elephant!?" "yeah," not really looking at her as hes finishing it, "theyre kind animals, 'gentle giants', but theyre still very powerful. predators have to pick off the sick or young because the healthy adults are too strong to be brought down. smart too. i also read that theyre matriarchs- the oldest wisest female usually leads the herd. she shows everyone how to be an elephant, where to find food, how to navigate their world, safest places to travel. she's their guide and teacher." he sets it down closer to her, "you make me think of an elephant."

"oh," she looks at him stunned, "thank you."

he smiles, "careful not to squish it, if you do though i can just make another one for you. have a nice rest of your shopping trip."

[rairacrow]

Hice estas caras "chibis" (entre comillas porque sigo practicando los chibis) de demon Uzui y sus esposas jsjs.

La piel de Tengen se ve más oscura pq esta y sería su forma demoniaca y la ilustración que hice de la temporada 2 es un intento a medias de camuflarse entre los humanos.

Funciona de una manera parecida a Nezuko y su forma final, no sé explicarme jsjsj.

[tanjirou-no-au]

Demon Hashira Revamped: Kanae and Shinobu Kocho

Throughout the outskirts of the city, whispers tell of a phantom, a woman with skin as pale as milk and eyes as red as Spider Lilies. Her calling card is flowers, woven within her hair, tattooed across her skin, trailing in her wake. She is a friend to all children, speaking to them in gentle tones and kind words, whisking them away to parts unknown. But to those who would harm children, or who would dare to protest her taking them, she lashes out with claws that twist flesh into plant matter, storms of petals that cut men to ribbons, and clouds of pollen that leave her victims choking as flowers bloom in their lungs, stealing their oxygen.

Alone, she is trouble, but not an insurmountable threat to a properly prepared Hashira.

The phantom’s sister, however, is a different story, summoned whenever the elder sister finds herself in true danger, her back unfolding like a flower to summon her other half.

Where the elder sister is a flower, petals and thorns alike, the younger is poison given form, a dozen venomous insects melded to her form. She regards the world hatefully through multifaceted eyes, each one inscribed with the kanji of her ranking within the Demon King’s forces. She races across the night sky to the haunting thrum of dragonfly wings, shedding butterfly scales that cause lethargy, her fingers are tipped by wasp stingers, leaving her victims convulsing on the floor, and beneath her tongue lies a proboscis that spews a flesh melting acid.

And if worst comes to worst, the sisters can meld their forms into one. The resultant monstrosity, half scorpion, half damselfly, lashes out with a thorned stinger tail that twists any matter into a hellish garden of spider lilies and swarms of stinging insects.

Indeed, the Kochou sisters are the wrath of nature incarnate, and woe betide any who stand against them.

[wisteriaspiderlilies]

some doodles i did during the break in class today 🥀💮🎴

[kny-stardust]

Chapter 12 — Long Awaited Ending

Word Count: 3541

Summary: With your heart back to its rightful place, you found the strength needed to fight and decapitate your first and greatest enemy yet. A decade long tragedy is put to rest thanks to your sword. Now, all that there's to do left is to return home and end a week-long, and a two-year-long, pain and worry.

“Hey, Karaku.” You called him before he left.

He turned to you, making a sound of surprise. It was already late, so you would usually run to Mr. Hantengu's home to spend the little time you still had before bed with your siblings. So, you staying and calling out for him specifically was something new, but he still turned and walked up to you, with his usual relaxed pose.

“Yes, (Y/N). What is it?” He asked casually, but he couldn't understand why you were looking at the floor

“Is it really okay what you said earlier? For me to not harbor negative feelings for the other demons?” You asked him with a low voice. “I mean, I don't like them, but even as killers, I don't feel in my heart any anger or hatred for them. The only exception is the one who attacked my family, but-” You try to continue, but you can't, not after he places his hand over your head and pats it.

“Urogi already said it, didn't he? You're not the violent type, and I can tell you aren't the kind of person who wishes bad for others either, even if they are your enemies.” He said calmly at you.

“But, is it really okay for me to be like this?” You ask him, still feeling unsure.

“Of course it is! After all, that's just who you are! Being anything other than that will actually make you weak!” He said, laughing a bit, leaving you to stare at him in disbelief. “Look. Everyone of us has our temper. I'm the most chill one while Sekido is the hot head one and Urogi is the ‘craziest bitch you will ever meet’ one. It's our nature and that's reflected in which part pf the old man's breathing we learned and use the best. Yours just happens to be different from ours, that's never ‘I don't give two fucks about them’ nor ‘hey, killing them is cool’!” He said, laughing at himself. “You're caring. That's just how you are and you don't need to be nothing different from that. Just be yourself and you'll be at your strongest, okay?”

“Okay! Thanks, Karaku.” You tell him, bowing in gratitude.

“Don't mention it, babe. Just do your best, and you'll be set for life.” He answers.

That memory had played on your mind as you fought (W/N), Karaku's words stuck in your mind. Although you were still angry at her for what she did to them, her very children, blood of her blood, you couldn't hold on to those feelings for long.

Was it really her choice, to become a demon? Or was she turned like it happened to Tanjiro and Nezuko? Was this her true self, or a twisted version of her, thorough the transformation into a demon? Did the solitude and betrayal she experienced play a role on it or this was just her coping mechanism to survive?

Those questions calmed you down by the time you were prepared for the last blow. Your anger wasn't what was driving you any longer. It was your pity.

And then, it was over. You cut her head off and stepped to the side as her body passed by your side, falling limp to the ground. You hear her growling and mumbling something as you put your blade back. You turn to her, looking her in the eyes, making her stop whatever she was saying before. You stared at each other before you make your way to her, kneeling in front of you.

“What is it!? Haven't you humiliated me en-” You don't let her finish, picking her fading head and pulling it into a hug. She stops, not saying anything for a short while, which you take as a chance to open your heart.

“Auntie. No one holds any grudge for you. Not me nor anyone in your family.” You tell her, making her gasp. “I met uncle and your children. I talked to them for long enough to know how they are, how they feel, and I can be sure that they don't resent you. Not one bit.”

“...lies.” She says, half of her head gone. “There's no way they don't resent me... I killed my children... his children... their brothers... There's no way they don't resent me at all...”

“They don't. I'm sure of it.” You tell her. “Because they never spoke ill of you, even when they got countless chances of doing so. Because they didn't kill you, even though I sure they were highly capable of.” You pat her hair-like feathers. “They still love you, and they still miss you to this day.”

“...little one...” She calls you, almost disappearing. “...do you think... they'll ever forgive me... after all I've done...?”

“I don't think. I know so. They'll forgive you.” You let go of the hug holding her head on the same level as your eyes. “So go back to them, your dear ones. They're waiting for you.”

She doesn't say anything back, just letting one single tear fall from her eye onto your haori before she fades away forever. You stay there for a moment, looking at your hands, where even her ashes are fading away as seconds pass. You look back to where her body was, where there was just a mostly ripped kimono laying motionlessly on the dirt. You walk up to it, picking it up and starting to fold it, until something falls to the ground, getting your attention.

It was something round, and heavy, made of a metal, with a thin peeling layer of gold. In the front, you read: “To my beloved (W/N)”. You examine it for a bit, hearing something moving inside. You get shocked when you press something on top and it opens, revealing a clock inside of it. It was a pocket watch. You never saw one, since your family didn’t have enough money to spend in something like that, but you heard others from the village talking about something like this. You touch it to examine it, when you notice something in the back of the cover.

It was a photo, in black and white, with familiar people there. There was a man extremely familiar and a woman by his side, both in traditional clothing. In her arms, there was a wrapped blanket with a small face barely visible. Around them, was four children in the order from the tallest to the shortest. It was your uncle’s family, when Mr. Aizetsu and his brothers were young.

You smile gently at the photo, closing the photo and putting it away, before finishing folding the kimono, burying it and placing a couple of stones on top of it. You do the same to the boy that was killed before you arrived. You don’t see the other one, the one you helped. Maybe he left while you were unconscious?

You sigh, leaving the place. You could only hope for the best for him.

The rest of the week passed in a blur to you. After your battle against (W/N), you didn’t find too much trouble for the remaining of the selection. You stayed up all those nights and barely slept during the day, close to a couple wisteria trees that you found in the mountain. Even then, it wasn’t safe, as you woke up to a oni trying to drag you away from the tree to attack you. Thankfully, your training and years of taking care of your father made you wake up immediately and you slayed the demon.

Other than those two cases, you couldn’t remember any other encounter with any other demon as you lazily made your way back to the foot of the mountain on the dawn of the seventh day. You were tired, but what remained of adrenaline in your veins kept you awake.

You soon arrive at the foot of the mountain, in the same clearing where you started your test. There were four people there already. You recognized the woman who ordered the beginning of the selection, the fading hair boy and the young one too. The last one was…

“(Y/N)!” Ume cried out loud as she ran to your side. “Are you okay? By the gods, you’re bleeding! Does your head hurt? Wait, I have something here to help!” She said all at the same time as she began to search through her bag.

“Ume.” You call her, smiling softly at her . “It’s okay. It doesn’t hurt. I stopped bleeding on the first day. I’m okay.”

“You sure?” She asked, looking back to you.

You nod at her, still smiling. Despite that, she still helped you. Her worry lifted a part of your tiredness and made the rest feel like it was all worth it.

“It seems that everyone is here.” The woman said once the two of you joined the group. “First of all, welcome back and congratulations. I’m glad you made it back safe and sound.”

You can’t help but look around. There were really only the four of you? You remember seeing over twenty people there, but they were all gone. The boy you helped on the first day also wasn’t there. Did he… die? You couldn’t help the sadness creeping into your heart. You didn’t know him, but as someone you helped, you hoped that he would have lived longer.

“So… what happens now?” You hear the youngest of your group ask the woman.

“Gosh. What’s the rush? Can’t you wait for her to explain?” The other boy, the one with the fading hair, asked, seemingly annoyed.

“Yoshino.” The woman calls him out, making him stiff. “Behave.”

“Yes, lady Tamayo.” The boy, Yoshino, replies, his head laying low.

“Well, let us continue.” The woman, Tamayo, said. “You must first pay for the cost of the uniform. Next, you’ll have your body measured and have your rank engraved. There are ten ranks. Mizunoto, Mizunoe, Kanoto, Kanoe, Tsuchinoto, Tsuchinoe, Hinoto, Hinoe, Kinoto and Kinoe. As new slayers, you’re at the lowest level, as Mizunoto.”

“Ms. Tamayo.” Ume asked, raising her hand. “My master said that we would get a weapon of our own. Is it true?”

“Yes. Today, you’ll chose a chunk of Tamahagane alloy, from which your blade will be made of. It should be completed within 10 to 15 days. And, also...” She stopped, blowing a whistle. You looked at her confused before you heard a loud sound coming from the sky. Looking up, you saw a group of crows coming down, one landing on the shoulders of each one of you. “A Kasugai crow will be following you from now on. They are trained and used primarily for communication.”

You look at your crow. Yours was different from the others, as their feathers was white with a black beak. You look at one another, and you slowly reach out to caress them, which they accept, rubbing their head against your cheek.

“Awww! Yours is so cute, (Y/N)!” You hear Ume saying, approaching with her own crow. “Don’t you think so, Kurohime?” She asked, turning to her crow.

“You finally decided to leave home, Shiro?” Kurohime talked, surprising you.

“It-It talked!” You exclaimed surprised.

“Of course they do. How else would we communicate, silly?” She asked you, giggling.

“I… I see.” You actually didn’t, since you didn’t expect that at all. “So… Your name is Shiro?” You asked your crow, who ‘nodded’, but said nothing.

“You can rename them. They are usually named when young, but you can suggest a new name, and if they like it, they stick with it.” Ume says, looking at you expectant.

You turn to your crow, who is looking at you intensely, as if waiting for you to suggest a new name. You stop to think about it, but you were never actually good in naming pets. But then, a name comes to your mind.

“Huh… (C/N)…?” You say it, slowly, worrying if it would sound bad.

“What? (C/N)? Really?” Ume made a pout face, as if she was let down.

“(C/N)… I like it…” Your crow says, surprising you all. “Then, my name shall be (C/N) from now own… Good to see you again… (Y/N)…”

Good to see you again? What did they mean?

“Are you done introducing each other?” Tamayo asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. “If so, please go over there, and choose the alloy that will be used to create your blade. The very same blade that will be used to destroy demons and protect yourself. You must choose it yourselves.”

The four of you walk up the table indicated by Tamayo, where there were a couple of ores on top of it. She didn’t say nothing, and just watched all of you. You can’t help but feel anxious. You never saw an ore before. The closest thing to that was the charcoal you sold at the village.

“How are we supposed to choose?” Ume asks under her breath.

“I have no clue…” The little boy asks.

You turn back to the ore and tries reaching out to one. Your hand hangs over one for a second before you touch it. A shock runs all over your body, making you jump slightly. You don’t know what happened to you, or what made you react that way. You tried taking the ore again, getting no reaction this time, and turned to Tamayo.

“I choose this one...” You tell her.

After you left the Mount Fujisakane, you made your way back to Mount Sagiri. You made the same way back, but a whole week of build-up stress, prolonged fights, poor sleep and eating was certainly taking its tool on you when the adrenaline ran out. You had picked up a wood staff to keep yourself up as you slowly made your way back to the place. The sun was hot, burning your skin, leaving you thirsty and sweating heavily. Your vision was becoming blurred and darkening on the corners as you continued your path.

The only thing that kept you going was returning to your family, to your uncle, to the place you began to call home. You wanted to calm your siblings, who should be worried about your absence, and comfort Rokuta, who should be calling out your name at this point. You wanted to see Nezuko and Tanjiro, to be sure that they were still alive, even if they were still asleep. You wanted to be back as to put your uncle’s worries aside, for he should be fearful of your fate, now that you knew actual reason why he didn’t want you to take on the selection. You wanted to go back to that boulder, to thank Sekido, Karaku and Urogi for their help even after they passed, even if you didn’t get to see them one last time.

These thoughts were what kept you going despite your tiredness. In fact, you were so focused on those thoughts that you unintentionally ignored other people worried questionings and offerings of help. You just wanted to get home.

You didn’t notice the time pass until the sun was mostly hidden on the nearby mountains, lessening the heat on your body. It was only when you became aware of this fact that you recognized that you were close to the village, the same one of the old lady who welcomed you and your family in her home two years ago. The memory brought a tired smile to your lips as you notice a person leaving the village and heading to the path you were in. Despite your blurred vision, you still recognize a familiar patterned black and red kimono.

“Uncle!” You call up to him, using whatever was left of your voice.

Hantengu stops, turning to you, as if he had been called out by a ghost. The very next second, however, he's running towards you at a rapid pace. You try to meet him in the middle, tripping and falling in the middle of it, but he manages to catch you before you reach the ground and pulls you into a bear hug, holding you tightly against his chest.

“You're back... You actually came back!” He said as he hugged you, patting your hair. You hug him back and feel your haori get wet with his tears.

“I'm sorry, uncle. I'm so sorry!” You tell him as you also cry. “I didn't know... I didn't know about Sekido, Karaku and Urogi... I didn't know they were... That auntie had... I'm so sorry!”

“Shhhhh... I know, I know, little one...” He says as he pats your head. “I don't blame you... I'm just glad that you are back, safe and sound.” He says, comforting you. It reminded you of when you were little and went to sleep in your parents' bed because you had a nightmare. Your father patted your head the same way he does.

“Uncle... There's something more...” You say as you pull away from him, reach out for your bag and show it to him.

“Ah! This is...” He pauses before he picks the pocket watch from your hand, his own shaking as if it would crumble to dust by his mere touch. “I see...” He says as he hugs you back. “You must be tired, child. Let's go back. Your siblings have been asking for you the entire week.”

You were so tired at this point that you couldn't even make an answer. You hear him giggle as he adjusts you on his back, letting you lean on him and carrying you carefully. You wanted to sleep, but you simply couldn't. Whenever you closed your eyes, they would just pop open, and not let you sleep. You didn't understand why you were doing this, even though you were dead tired. You tried a couple more times, but you just gave up after failing them. You just laid on your uncle's back, your eyes half closed as you two went back to the house.

By the time you get there, it's already dark, and you still couldn't fall asleep. You were just looking forward until your ears got a sound weird. That sound makes you lift from your uncle's back and also made him stop.

“What was that?” You hear him ask.

His house was close already, but a good thirty meters of distance. You stayed still, your ears trying to capture anything at all. You were hearing your siblings crying about something that you didn't understand. All at the same time.

No.

You get out of your uncle's back and rush to the house, with him right behind you, calling out your name.

Please, gods, heavens!

Not again!

Not this again!

You were almost at the door when the same is sent flying, making you stop to avoid getting hit.

You stand there motionless as someone leaves the house. Your hands, that were gripping tightly to the sword, lost their strength as they recognize the red hair coming out of the house, followed by a long and floating black hair.

“Tanjiro...! Nezuko...! You... You woke up!” You let go of the sword as you fell to your knees in front of them.

They turn to you and they both reach out to you at the same time, hugging you. You hug them back, tightly, crying on their shoulders.

“Why did you fall into a coma like that?!” You questioned them. “Neither of you would wake up! I thought...! I thought you were dead!”

“Wait! Is that you, sis?!” You hear a new voice, that makes you raise your head. You can't help the smile that takes over your lips.

“Sis!” Your smaller siblings cry, running to the three of you, joining the hug.

A soft sigh leaves your lips as you feel your family's warmth, both literally and figuratively. Your siblings were okay. Tanjiro and Nezuko finally woke up. You were home. At the moment, this is all you could ask for.

With the last of your worries put to rest, you close your eyes, giving in to the tiredness that was stuck in your body since that morning. Even as darkness claimed you, you still felt your siblings warm hug and the soft headpats your uncle gave you.

[artsbyryn]

Inosuke cannot get Nezuko's name right.

[wolfvirago]

;; normally I don’t give a shit but someone on Twitter publicly quoted my art and called me untalented and had lots of people like it. Fuck.

[wispisstillverybored67]

Ayaki Fam rise up...? :D.

For the hell of it, I gave the Spider fam names. (This is primarily under the context of a swap AU {between the KNY corps and the Demons}, of which I adore despite not usually thinking highly of AUs).

The Father? I dub him Ryunosuke Ayaki.

The Mother? I dub her Mizuki Ayaki (nicknamed "Joroko" for her tiny stature and sexy figure, don't let Ryu catch you calling her that tho.)

The Older Brother? I dub him Setsuji Ayaki.

The Sister? I dub her Akemi Ayaki.