(っ◔◡◔)っℝ𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕞 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕆𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤 (っ◔◡◔)っ

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 {𝕄𝕦𝕫𝕒𝕟 𝕂𝕚𝕓𝕦𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕛𝕚 𝕩 𝕎𝕚𝕗𝕖 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣}

Some outfit inspo for you if you would like:

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/761389880753480746/
https://www.pinterest.com/pin/761389880753321696/

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/761389880752486891/

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/1150106823559235380/

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Word Count:

1008 words

WARNINGS:

MENTIONS OF DEATH AND A TINY BIT OF GORE IF YOU SQUINT

Key:

(H/L) Hair Length

(H/C) Hair Color

(F/C) Favorite Color

The red lanterns lit the packed, dim streets of Asakusa. There were vendors, buyers, tourists, couples, families, and just overall happiness overflowing the narrow streets. Tanjiro had never seen many things here as well. There were of course many beautifully tailored kimonos but there were flowy dresses, suits, and hats of all shapes and sizes in place of the intricate hair sticks worn by women with the dangling flowers. There was also so much technology. The new electric light bulbs that were slowly becoming a staple in homes in place of fire, cars and a train station instead of horses and people traveling by foot, tiny houses called apartments stacked on top of each other instead of a full estate, there was so much to take in. It was so different from his quaint life in a small town as a charcoal seller or the past 2 years of constant worry and hard work with Master Urokudaki.

No one seemed to have a care in the world about what could be lurking at this time of night especially since this was such a dense group of people. It set him afire. No one understood the danger they could be putting themselves in.

As he walked with Nezuko, holding her hand so she wouldn't get lost in the crowd, he smelt the scent of a group of demons. It was burning his nose. Master Urokudaki said that demons didn't group together so why would he smell multiple together in the same place. In that same moment he realized this wasn't just any scent, it was the one he smelt after his family was slaughtered.

He pushed through the crowd, pulling poor Nezuko around like a ragdoll, and muttering "excuse me" and "pardon." Once he came to the source he saw a seemingly normal family walking down the street.

There was a young woman with (H/L) (H/C) who was wearing a beautiful (F/C) dress. She was carrying a little boy with short, black hair. He could tell the woman was very beautiful even if her back was turned. Then there were 2 other children. One girl and one boy. The boy looked to be 11 or 12 with wavy, shoulder length, midnight black hair. The same as the, what looked to be, 3 year old. He also wore a well tailored and expensive looking suit. As he walked his posture was very proper and well mannered. He stayed close to his family and stayed quiet. The girl looked about 7 years old with quite long (H/C) hair. She wore an adorable and ruffley pink dress with baby doll socks and mary janes. The little girl giggled as she held two hands that swung her back and forth as she walked. She held the woman's hand in her left and in the right laid a much larger hand belonging to a very tall raven haired man. He wore a dapper suit as well although much more extravagant compared to his, presumably, son's. 

Once Tanjiro looked at that man, he knew exactly who it was. It was the demon who killed his family and he was determined to get an answer from the son of-... bastard.

"KIBUTSUJI, KIBUTSUJI, I HAVE A QUESTION FOR YOU!" The man whipped his head around and stopped in his tracks. "Tsukihiko, what on earth is this boy talking about? Do we know him?" She put the slightest bit of emphasis on "Tsukihiko" as if she was hiding something. She reeked of demon as well and so did the little ones, yet her children still held her scent as well. He noticed that children tended to share small pieces of their parents' scents. But Tomioka told him demons use blood to procreate- that's a question for another time. "Papa, why is he yelling? Is there something wrong?" asked the little girl worriedly. The older boy looked up at his father with a confused expression and then his eyes fell on Tanjiro in a cold stare. It was almost as icy as his father's. He could tell the boys were very defensive and the girls were covering up any secrets. The little boy just looked over his mother's shoulder and stared at Tanjiro with a soft expression and doe eyes. "I am not sure my dears. I don't believe I know him. Looks to be just a young boy. His mind must be clouded by the crowd. Shall we keep walking?"

Tanjiro started to unsheathe his night sky colored katana and began almost charging at him. It seemed as if "Tsukihiko" could almost read his mind because he immediately dodged and brought his index finger to show the nail and the woman extended her hair. They stuck the appendages into a man who was walking with his wife. Soon the man dropped to the floor and started turning into a demon.

Kibutsuji's wife covered her children's' eyes with her hair and the little one with her hand. She glanced back at the scene with a saddened expression. She smelt of remorse. She did what she needed to survive yet she felt...guilty?

Then she glanced back at Tanjiro with that same saddened expression. He could tell she did it because she loved her husband not because she wanted to. There were other ways of getting out and he knew she knew that but whoever he was, he was not someone to argue with.

The family walked off into the darkness of the night. The moon illuminated their figures making their sickly skin glow almost blinding Tanjiro and their hair to shine like a precious treasure.

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They looked like a pure family untouched by the sins of the real world.

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Yet they were a family of death and destruction.

And at the head of it... the god of death himself...