The New Queen. ✔(Book 1) (KNYxMHA Crossover)

Ch. 3 New Hashira

There she stood the strongest Hashira and former Master of the Demon Slayer Corps.

Why former? You ask, she thought that since she was immortal it would be unfair that she would stay the Master until the ends of time, she when she turned officially 100 she stepped away and gave the place to the 99th master. A young boy, of eighteen, his father was whom she gave place, but five years prior passed away from a demon attack. And so passed the four Quirk user generations until the master position landed onto a shy boy’s hand.

She kneeled down even if the boy begged her many times not to, beside her stood, Sanjuro – the current Flame Hashira, Senjuro’s descendant. He looks no different than the other members of the Rengokus.

And then the other hashira’s like the water hashira, stone hashira, flower hashira, thunder hashira and hate hashira.

But a new face came to view; he was a tall male, around his teens, blue hair and matching eye color.

“we are here to meet a new member of the hashira, the wind hashira. Tamaki Jamajiki. He killed 55 Demons and 2 gang leaders.”

Weirdly demons started appearing in groups, and there were 6 in total, leaders and the assistant, so if he killed two he must've been strong.

She knew this boy from somewhere; he looked pretty scared, reminding her of Zenitsu. She saw his wavering aura, of filled with fear and insecurity.

“this is the former master and strongest demon slayer yet, Kibutsuji Kizuki.” Then the man finished the boy’s eyes lit up and he started fanboying. He ran over her as a light giggle left her lips.

But once more Sanjuro stood before her blocking his view from her saying, “please don’t approach master Kizuki without permission.

The Rengokus were pledged to protect the Moon and sun Hashira for eternity after the time of Kyojuro was a Hashira.

The boy nodded as he blushed in embarrassment.

The demon smiled as she patted Sanjuro’s shoulder, “no, Tamaki, you can hug me. Just not so tight.” She then opened her arms. And he leaped in, she saw in his aura how exited he was when he saw her making her heart skip a beat. He reminded her of people that passed away.

So when she hugged him she let out a light sniffle. He reminded her so much of all the former demon slayers and hashiras, all of them. Even demons.

When she pulled away she again smiled, her blood red eyes shined with happiness as she forced her tears back.

***

Now that she sat on her bed silently she remembered that she had seen the boy somewhere. But wasn’t sure where . . . she knew he had a quirk.

She then remembered, he’s one of the former Big Three. The cloth was stained with red as she cleaned her red colored katana as her fan laid beside her on the bed sheets.

Whenever she looked up she saw her mother’s face that was painted into a big canvas. Her father had it in his room of his room. She had chestnut hair and vibrant green eyes. Even if she had never met her she could see the kindness in those eyes. Her father was who painted her.

He told her that he painted her when she was pregnant about five months.
She sighed as she tossed the red stained cloth in her black trashcan as she placed her katana in its place and grabbed her fan that she took away the Nichirin blades away so she could walk around with it without letting anyone suspect anything.

She walked out her room, it was late at night around two A.M. after the Hashira Meeting she was sent to missions that was in her own neighborhood. So she snuck out to do them.

She yawned as she grabbed a bottle that contained ‘juice’ her name was written on it. She then froze when she saw half of it gone.

She may be a two hundred plus demon but her memory never worsen, in fact it grew better.

Her bottle was filled to the top when she left that evening.

“why is it filled with blood?” she turned around seeing no one, but she could see an aura. She then remembered that there was this girl that was invisible in her class, Hagakure. But then focusing better it was Momo.

An amused smile curled up her lips, “did someone try to drink it while I was gone?” she avoided the question as she opened the stap and cleaned the mouth drinking the human – mixed with animal blood – down.

Her demon cells were filled with joy and also urging her to taste Momo’s blood.

“Kaminari, as the idiot he was did.”

***

The whole class was curious where Kizuki ran off to with such a rush, she even wore a traditional kimono as her hair was loose.

“family problems Perhaps?” Izuku said as he leaned against his best friends shoulder.

All of them realized that Denki Kaminari got up and curiously opened the fridge and grabbed a water bottle that was filled with a thick red liquid with ‘Kizuki, don’t touch!” with black letters in capitals.

That only made the blonde more intrigued into tasting it. He may look dumb but he wasn’t, it looked like blood. Since young he had dreams over them. There’s was a lot, a lot more than he ever saw in his two years as hero in training.

He silently opened the tap and sniffed it, the sent of iron entered his nostrils. Making him gag grabbing his classmates attention.

“the Fuck you doing Pikachu?!” Bakugou as the first to yell out at the boy. And like that he chucked down a good potion, then he realized . . .
It was really blood.

So he hurled all of it out together with his meal. Making all his classmates worry.

He used the sleeve of his hoodie to wipe the blood and vomit away as he stepped back slowly, “B—blood . . .” he stuttered out, his golden eyes wide.

***

Momo researched and found out that it was a mixture of human and animal blood. The blood of the human was donated, the person donates blood . . . their name was Toko Kaminari; also Denki’s long lost cousin that lived with her family in the nigh mountains.

***

“aah~ Toko, I haven’t seen her for a while.” The demon said to her classmate, “she’s a family friend.” Kizuki walked to her room holding her blood filled water bottle as she waved “bye-bye!” as a child. Her smile giving Momo chills.

“that name, Kibutsuji, I’ve heard it before.” Momo muttered.

When the raven haired girl went to her room she face-timed her best friend Jirou as she told her about earlier on she researched about the Kibutsuji family, whom she hadn’t found much. She found a few old documents over a man named Muzan.

She remembered him being a vampire that was created by a man that was famous of making horror stories back in the Taisho Era.

It explained that he wasn’t much of a vampire but a man eating ‘demon’ as they described him as. He was the ‘King of demons’. She saw a photo of him he was far away meddled in the crowds of Tokyo. Even if the photo was old and antique a chill ran down her spine as she swore she heard a man’s voice.

“Momo.” She snapped out her trance as she turned from the old photo. “what’s wrong? You look pale.”

“I—I’m fine.”

After the call Momo continued searching over the Kibutsuji since she didn’t believe that the man she saw in the photo was fake, but a real man.
Its been over two-hundred years since the Taisho Era. And many stories of back then was more known as myths than real things happening. Like the demons and demon slayers.

She read stories that were written by a man named ‘Zenitsu Agatsuma’ it was the only story of back then that was famous, but everyone thought of it as a fantasy.