"Unfair": M!Reader Demon Slayer insert

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"Snowy Mountains, as cold as it can be. But as beautiful as it ever will be."

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...Who am I...? What is my purpose...?"

A person is seen in their lonesome in the snow, walking. Each step meshed with the snow beneath their bare feet, slow but never was steady.

There was a visible stumble with each of their steps, but tire were never apparent with.

Cloths donned on them were ragged and thin, but they never seemed to be bothered with the chilling cold. A torn and ragged yukata is worn under a tattered haori, designed with an oddly shaped sun.

In their left hand, hold an empty scabbard of a supposed katana. Void of design, just as the emotion held on their face. On their other hand, they held a katana, dried up with the blood of their foe that dared to oppose them of their goal.

"...What is... My purpose...?" An ever-present question that rang in their mind ever so often.

"Finally... he's alive!! After all the sacrifices... The blood I had to spill--!" Screamed a person, before vomits of blood spouted from their mouth.

"Fuck...! The payment... I didn't think it was this quick and heavy..." They panted through their bloodied teeth.

"No matter... Listen well.... Y/n. With this second chance, live the life that you've always wanted, and be free--!!" Was all the person ever could say, before collapsing on the confused and speechless Y/n, who had just awoken.

"What is... The life that I wanted...?" Wondered 'Y/n', lifting up the blooded sword in his right hand.

He felt a sense of duty when he held the weapon, but it always has been misdirected, or rather, aimless. Just as he is. The trails of blood and bodies of dead wild animals left behind were enough proof of that aimless slaughter.

As if letting out a sigh that is nonexistent, 'Y/n' then clumsily sheathed the katana in his hand, cutting a bit of the appendage. Only for no such thing like blood to pour out, and the weapon stuck still on his hand for a bit, before being pulled out and sheathed properly in its scabbard. Ever unaffected.

He then continued on with his trek and walked for several more unknown amounts of time, aimless, easily as he is.

With an amount of time passed, walking with no direction through the blizzard, there was finally a change of scenery for this lonesome person.

A house, stood alone in the snow.

It was a sizable house, modest was an understatement. But it was enough, for whoever was in it.

A little distance away, there stood some kind of shack, held several cut woods and an earth structure, unknown to Y/n.

Y/n looked around, intrigued by the structures. Being reborn as he were, he'd obviously be clueless about any of this.

So he wandered around more, prodding around the furnace(?). He picked up the cut wood, interested with the three angled shape it were presented. Originally came from an almost cylindrical three, it piqued his interest as of how this is achieved. After enough inspection, he sat the piece of wood back and then crouched down when he noticed a black patch on the ground.

Y/n has an almost childish wonder when he touches the ground under him. Dragging his fingers across the ground, his fingers were coated with black powder, dying it black in certain spots. There's a certain glee in his soulless eyes when he sees this, however that would work...

Standing up to inspect the place more, he then quickly turned around and drew his sword, albeit clumsily, when he felt a presence behind.

It was a boy, and by the looks of it, he's older than Y/n.

"Ah.. uhm, who are you?" The boy with burgundy hair asked. He has a certain look on his face, but Y/n couldn't quite catch what it was.

Of all the animals and creatures he's met and defeated, all of them bared no meanings to him when he mercilessly killed them, either out of curiosity, or because of self preservation.

But drawing his blade against this person? It felt really wrong, for some reason. It's like, he can't do that. He is not allowed to do that. For the first time after being reborn, Y/n felt conflicted about something.

Even through his soulless eyes, the boy in checkered haori could tell that the person in front of him was having a difficult time with his emotion.

'But, why can't I smell him? It's like, he has no scent. Not a scent of a human, at least.' The boy thought, getting more nervous by the second. This person hasn't sheathed his blade yet and it's making him worried for his own safety. Maybe he shouldn't have came in here carelessly when he only needs to fetch some water.

"Tanjiro?" An older voice rang out amidst the snowy biome. Both boys perked up at this, with the older one being the most worried.

"Father, there's--!" 'Tanjiro' couldn't complete his sentences when a figure appeared instantly in front of him, protectively holding an arm out.

"Who are you? What are you doing in my family's coal furnace, and baring your blade against my son?" There was a certain passive anger behind his words.

Such are the emotions of a father protecting his child.

"...That's right..." Y/n then suddenly muttered aloud for the two father and son to hear as they shifted anxiously when Y/n absentmindedly moved his hand and sheathed his blade, holding in his left hand.

"...My purpose... is to protect."

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Hi folks.

Yes, yes. Another project is at hand, however will Kousei handle it, alongside with the MHA one, you wonder, right?

Well, the thing is that I have writer's block with that one, so I wanted to vent out my writing frustration with a new project.

Hop in along with the fun, if you want. Give this a lot of votes if you want to see where I'm going with it, or don't. It's up to you, honestly.