To Belong Index

To Belong Index

She was the weird foreign girl, he was the most useless Viking in the history of Berk. Together they were just Leandra and Hiccup. Two best friends who searched for their place in the world. Would their search for it unite or separate them?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

The Magician's Quest Index

SoT AU: Her homeland invaded, her parents died, and all Magic was outlawed. Dark Magician N.K. is on the run from the Inquisition, who wants nothing more than to burn her at a stake. She finds herself in Zaron, the Human Kingdom, not knowing that she stepped into a war for the most powerful relict of them all. A legend, which is reality. The Stick of Truth.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Maiden of the Moon

What if Kokushibo had a pupil, whom he taught the original Moon Breathing before he deserted the Demon Slayer Corps?

Mochizuki Yua was born only for these reasons: To become a Hashira and make her family a respected one in the Demon Slayer Corps.

But if you only live for the expectations of others, who are YOU truly?

What will it take to find yourself?

A long, hard journey awaits.

The song Yua sings is the first opening from Demon Slayer Gurenge by Liisa. I thought it would be nice to have the opening as a real song in my fanfiction. ^^

Also, I Googled how long a rib takes to heal it's six weeks!

I don't know if the Mangaka intended to have the boys and Nezuko really for that long in the Wistaria Mansion since after EP 14 in EP 15 they were already healed up and it seemed to only have taken a few days.

That's why I decided to make a little slice-of-life chapter for these six weeks. Building foundation for relationships, future plot points, and  etc.

I hope you will like it!

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Chapter 5: Songs so sweet and sorrow

Do you know the feeling when your body slowly wakes up? When the dream you had still clung to you and you start to feel your body again as hearing comes back.

This moment before fully being awake, when all seems so real and unreal at the same time?

Tanjiro was currently in this state.

A part of him knew he was waking up, another still was in the dream about the happy days he had with his family. Before blood and death and the pain of being left behind only Nezuko as the anchor to this world.

While he was like this he heard a soft and beautiful voice sing.

“Finally, you've given me

A reason to be strong

And we'll stand

Hand in hand

Till the end

As my body's shaking

The future is out there waiting

For me to grasp the light

That's trembling just like my hand

I gotta keep it safe from fading

That's all that I want”

He never heard a song like that. It touched something deep in his heart like whoever sang understood what he was going through.

“The subtle scent of midnight

I spent all thirty nights

I glare up at the stars

Staring into the sky

The path I see before me

I know only I can change it

That's all that I need

Finally, you've given me

A reason to be strong

And we'll stand

Hand in hand

Till the end”

Being strong, going hand and hand, till the end…it fit him and Nezuko so much. Tanjiro wanted to become stronger to protect Nezuko, to one day turn her back into a human. They decide to stay together, whatever may come, holding each other's hands tight.

He felt how a tear slipped down his closed eye.

“As my body's shaking

The future is out there waiting

For me to grasp the light

That's trembling just like my hand

I gotta keep it safe from fading

That's all that I want

The subtle scent of midnight

I spent all thirty nights

I glare up at the stars

Staring into the sky

The path I see before me

I know only I can change it

That's all that I need”

Slowly he opened his eyes, starting to wake up. The red-haired boy wanted to know who sang so breathtakingly heartfully.

What he saw first was Zenitsu, sitting up from his futon, his knees up and his arms around them, while his head rested on them. He stared with formal heart eyes into the corner of the room where Yua and Nezuko had slept.

After yesterday, when Tanjiro had explained to his fellow Slayers, his and Nezuko’s story, Yua had taken Nezuko without a second thought under her wing.

The older girl pulled out a fifth futon from the closet, put it beside her, and told them that his sister should sleep in a bed and not in her box.

Then Yua proceeds to dress Nezuko into one of the kimonos of the Wistaria Mansion, of course in the bathroom, and even put his sister's hair in a side braid, since apparently if you have long hair it’s best to braid it before going to sleep.

Tanjiro was happy that Nezuko liked the attention she received from the older girl. He swore his sister even purred at Yua at one point before they all settled down for the night.

Now in the morning he follow Zenitsu’s line of sight and saw Nezuko happily humming along, while Yua was behind her combing her hair.

It took a few seconds before Tanjiro realized the amazing singer was Yua.

A little surprised sound came out of his mouth, then suddenly a hand, Zenitsus, clapped over his mouth and hissed in his ear: “Don’t ruin this moment! I never heard such angelic singing and humming! Nezuko-Chan and Yua-Senpai are divine beings and we shall humbly listen to their singing!”

Not like Tanjiro wanted to interrupt, he just was surprised. When Nezuko was still human, she liked to sing while she worked on her needlework. It was amazing hearing the voice of his sister again.

Yua-Senpai was what surprised him.

From what he had learned of her and smelled…she was tough and rough, yet was loving and gentle to younger ones.

Singing so heartbreakingly beautiful, with such a melodious and soft voice…it nearly didn’t fit her.

Nearly.

Tanjiro had smelled the deep and strong insecurity in Yua-Senpai and the overwhelming smell of lostness.

She was complicated. 

Maybe he could catch a moment today with her to talk and understand her better.

The midnight blue-haired beauty finished her singing and combing Nezuko’s hair.

“All done Nezuko-Chan.”, she said to her, fixing the elaborate braid she had made. “Now you are even prettier!”

The demon girl let out a cute squeal, touching her pretty braid in wonder. Then she turned and hugged the older girl.

Yua chuckled at this affectionate gesture, hugging the younger girl back.

“These two are so lovely!”, signed Zenitsu dreamily. “The most beautiful woman on this Earth.”

"Agatsuma, your words mean nothing to me."

Tanjiro could formally see the imagery giant boulder with Rejected written on it that falls on Zenitsu.

The blond cried out in sadness.

"Your voice is beautiful Yua-Senpai. It's something to be proud of.", told her Tanjiro honestly.

She made a little bow in his direction.

"Your words honor me, Kamado-San."

"That's so unfair!", wailed Zenitsu with tears streaming down his cheeks. "Why do you accept Tanjiro's compliment and not mine?!"

"Because Kamado-San doesn't try to get into my pants, Agatsuma.", deadpanned Yua, giving the cooing Nezuko head pats.

For that, Zenitsu got the major side eye from Tanjiro. He could smell that his new friend didn't have the purest thoughts.

The blond just wailed more and fell down on his futon.

Inosuke was the only one sleeping through all the noise.

The group of four Demon Slayers and a demon had created a rhythm in the days they stayed in the Wisteria Mansion to heal from their wounds.

Yua and Nezuko were always the first to wake up. Both girls took a bath together, then while Yua sang she combed Nezuko’s hair, giving her a new pretty hairstyle every day.

Zenitsu woke up from the singing, listening to it and still admiring both beautiful young women in their company.

Tanjiro was the next to wake up and always made sure to tell his sister how pretty she looked and complimented Yua's singing.

Inosuke was always the last to wake up, then they would have breakfast and try somehow to pass the day.

Was it telling each other stories from their childhoods or about their works as Demon Slayers.

Hisa was so nice to even give them a few board games and it was a struggle to help Inosuke to understand what board games where good for and why they were played.

In the Wisteria Mansion was a little library, so they read also. Yua even tried teaching Inosuke the basics. Even when the wild boy didn't want to, she just grabbed him by his ear and made him repeat the Hiragana Alphabet. Tanjiro tried to help too but with a more gentle approach.

One night while they enjoyed dinner Zenitsu joked that Yua was like the father of their group, while Tanjiro was the mother.

This made Tanjiro blush a little and then even more as the young woman just said: "I would marry Kamado, hell even Hashibira, before I would consider going on a date with you, Agatsuma!"

Zenitsu’s wails could be heard from Kilometers, meanwhile, Inosuke asked them what the heck marriage was and they spent the rest of the night explaining it to him.

The wild boy took this as a chance to rile up Zenitsu the following days more to remind him that the older lady would rather have him than even consider Zenitsu for a second.

Tanjiro and Yua had to break them apart, only Nezuko seemed to giggle cutely at the scene before her.

When all was calm again Yua deadpanned just at Tanjiro and said: "Our kids are terrors, husband."

Something like a squeak comes out of Tanjiro, his cheeks changing color. He wondered how the older girl could just say things like that without embarrassment.

It was only her smell that indicated that she was just messing around and didn't see him as her spouse.

The red-haired boy didn't get why he felt disappointed.

When they all felt better they started to help around the Mansion aka. Yua and Tanjiro had to force Inosuke to help around.

Currently Tanjiro was hanging up the wet clothes with Yua and realized that they finally where alone for a moment.

This was the chance to get her to know better.

"Yua-Senpai, can I ask you something?", he began.

"Sure, Kamado-San what is it?"

"I don't want to cross any border.", he assured her. "It's just been on my mind these last few weeks."

"You can tell me Kamado-San I can see from your Aura you have only pure intentions."

"Right…forgot that for a second…also, Yua-Senpai when you told us you wanted to be a Hashira…why did you smell so much of grief and sadness and anger?"

This stopped the young woman from her task to hang up the wet clothes. 

Tanjiro smelled anxiety from her. Oh no, he didn't want to trouble her!

He couldn't even say sorry, as Yua hissed in fake anger, to hide her anxiety: "Kamado get your nose checked. I don’t feel like this about becoming a Hashira. It's an honor my family was skipped over for centuries, even with us being the strongest Slayers! It’s my duty and I'm proud to be the one to finally reach this goal!"

Maybe she could tell herself these lies, but the red-haired boy smelled the utter despair.

"Yua-Senpai, I see us as friends. I can smell your true feelings. It hurts me to see you in such anguish…did anybody ever ask you if you wanted to walk the path of a Demon Slayer?", he asked her, trying to keep his tears at bay.

The seventeen-year-old girl just stared straight ahead, still as a statue, a single tear rolling down her cheek.

"No…no one asked me.", she admitted in a broken voice. "But that’s not important, I have a duty to my family."

"But what about you?"

"Enough, Kamado, let’s never talk about this again."

With this, she turned and left him alone with the chore.

Yua knew she was being a coward, yet she couldn't handle Tanjiro's pure concern for her.

He was the first who ever asked her if she wanted to be a Demon Slayer.

She couldn't handle it.

Him and his gentle and kind Aura. It was a temptation to just…hug him, telling him all her worries.

He reminded her of Kioko, her mother.

This was not good.

It could lead her astray from her way to becoming a Hashira, to finally be accepted by her grandfather and the whole Demon Slayer Corps.

She had a duty. That's why she was born into this world.

To clean the name of Mochizuki from the sins of their forefathers.

Nothing else could matter.

Not even herself.

She was an instrument.

"The only wish I have left in this world is that you find your happiness in life, my blossom."

The last words of her mother, before her sickness killed her, came to Yua.

Her mother was like Tanjiro, a gentle soul who loved her and her father with a fiery passion.

Mother had fought tooth and nail against her grandfather. Kioko had wanted her to decide if she became a Demon Slayer or not…but after learning she was the only one who could use Moon Breathing it had been a lost fight.

But the midnight blue-haired girl remembered how often her mother would hold her, when she cried from the wounds in training, her Aura gently catching her.

Another tear escaped Yua, which she brushed away fast.

Tanjiro was dangerous. He would be easy to love, that was clear.

And love was the last thing Yua needed in her life.

Love wouldn't get her closer to being a Hashira.

Better stomp this seed before it could blossom.

So for the next few days, Yua kept her distance from Tanjiro.

Oh she would talk to him and they would rile in Zenitsu and Inosuke, but she did her hardest to not be alone with the redhead. She still took care of Nezuko, because she liked the demon girl. It was easier to love her since it was completely platonic.

Anyway even if she stayed distant from him, Tanjiro's words didn't leave her brain. It was a hard fight to ignore them.

More often than not Yua wished Sayoko would be here. She needed her cousin to bitch about the situation she was in. Sayoko would surely have an idea to fix this.

It was a mess.

So days and days pass, they healed, and they get back on their feet.

Soon it would be time for a new mission.

Hopefully, this would make Yua forget this emotional mess she was in.

One could only hope.

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The Fox and the Sun

Demon and Demon Slayer in one? A paradox, but you were the living proof. For two good centuries, you served the Demon Slayer Corps as the Fox-Hashira, only in your mind your revenge against the Demon King, who had made you a demon. It took a kind boy with the sun in his soul to remind yourself of your humanity. Fox-Demon!ReaderXTanjiro Kamado

I gave the Spider Family a big sister so Reader-Chan had to fight someone. Hope you all are okay with that.

Now on with the story.

Chapter 1: The Fox Hashira

When you and your two Hashira colleagues arrived on Mt. Natagumo you found slaughter Demon Slayers everywhere.

After smelling this much blood, the familiar hunger in you came up. You gulped down the excessive saliva, ignoring your demonic instincts.

You weren’t anymore the monster Kitsune. The one who slaughters whole villages for human flesh.

For a good 50 years now, you could survive only on blood from volunteers.

Didn’t stop Tomioka to give you a worried glance, while Shinobu took your hand.

“All good?”, she whispered. “I have a blood bag with me in any case.”

 You squeezed her hand.

“I would appreciate it.”

You didn’t want to risk anything. Better have a full belly to be on the safer side.

Wordless Shinobu handed you the blood bag and you started right away to drink it.

Ah, B negative.

Tasty.

Tactful both Tomioka and Shinobu let you drink in peace, not commenting on it, while they talked with each other. Well, Shinobu talked and Tomioka just stared at the dead bodies.

“Were you acquainted with any of them?”, the female Hashira wondered. “There don’t seem to be any survivors around here. We were advised that several rookie Mizunoto had joined the battle, but they might be dead by now, don’t you think?”

“As soon as Inari-San is done, we go.”, answered her Tomioka simply.

You gulped down the last bit of blood and nodded.

“Let’s go.”

You three started to run through the forest.

“Isn’t the moon lovely?”, asked Shinobu.

She and her small talk.

You humored her. “Indeed.”

You could see how she smiled at you.

“Since we’ve been given this joint mission, let’s try to get along.”, she directed her next words to Tomioka.

You and her got along without problems.

Since you joined the Demon Slayer Corps you had been friends with the family Kocho. You remember holding Shinobu as a little baby in your arms, while…while you gave Kanae a piggyback ride.

No matter how many deaths you witnessed, it always hurt to lose people.

And in your long life, you had lost a lot of beloved people.

Tomioka answered Shinobu with a simple: “I’m only here to slay some demons.”

“How callous of you!”, she tutted then turned to you two. “All right, then, let’s split up here. I shall proceed from the west.”

“I will take the north.”, you offered.

The only male agreed and you all were off to your directions.

Soon you found yourself in a clearing, which made you wrinkle your nose in disgust.

These were once human bodies, but they were melted like ice cream in the hot summer sun.

Thankful you weren’t that distracted by the rotten smell and scene before you because you clearly heard how someone tried to spit on you.

No kidding.

In an elegant flick-flack, you jumped to safety, drawing your Katana.

“Ara, ara, little human, stay still, it won’t hurt much.”, promised a female voice.

It was a young woman with white hair in an elegant bun. She wore a pretty white kimono with some red details. Her face was painted with red circles.

A lower demon.

Spider.

You smelled it in the air around her.

One of your Blood Demon Arts was transformation, like the Kitsune from folklore. Besides the whisker marks on your cheek, you appeared to anyone completely human. Nothing gave away your demonic existence.

Only a high-ranking Upper Moon and Muzan self could see through your illusion.

“Mmh, you are a cute one.”, cooed the Spider-Demon. “Sadly I have to kill you.”

Her cheeks became round and she spits at you a fountain that could only be poison.

You were more than ready for her.

Total concentration! Fox-Breathing! Third Form! Up and About!

It seemed like you vanished on the spot, only to appear over her, on your side two copies of yourself. The first copy slashed her from left to right, the second from right to left and you slashed her neck.

The demon was dead before she realized what happened.

Calmy you sheeted your Katana, watching how she dissolved in million pieces.

This wasn’t the Lower Moon of this mountain.

So you kept on searching.

On your search, you found Demon Slayer comrades imprisoned in spider webs and even in giant balls of spider threads. You cut through all and saved their lives.

You order the freed prisoners to wait for the Kakushi and kept searching for the Lower Moon.

That’s when you heard one of the kasugai crows calling loudly: “Tanjiro and the demon Nezuko are to be taken back to headquarters alive!”

Shocked you stopped and stared at the crow flying over your head.

Did you hear right?!

“Tanjiro, dressed in a checkered haori, with a scar on his forehead! Nezuko, a female demon with a bamboo muzzle! Bring them back! Bring them back!”

You did!

What could this all mean?!

You didn’t think and let your instinct wash over you.

In one second you were running on two human legs in the next you took the form of a fox as big as a horse, racing through the forest to find this demon named Nezuko.

Was she like you?

Why else would they keep a demon alive?

You run as fast as you could, soon reaching a familiar girl with a side ponytail and a butterfly clip in her hair.

You transformed back into your human form, reaching her.

“Kanao-Chan.”, you called and she turned to you. You could now see over what she had been crouching.

It looked like a little pretty girl with a bamboo muzzle.

That must be Nezuko, the description of her and what you smelled told you all.

Kanao made a deep bow.

“Inari-Sama.”

You patted her head and once again asked her to drop this. You know Kanao since she was a little girl, she didn’t need to bow before you and give you the Sama title.

You told Kanao you would take over now and she should help with the Kakushi.

Of course, she did as she was told, so you could crouch down to Nezuko’s level.

She had wonderful pink eyes, looking at you in curiosity. Her little nose moved, she smelled the air, then gave you a surprised look.

No…she couldn’t tell?

Could she?

“Do you know…I’m like you?”, you asked her quietly.

Nezuko gave you a tiny nod, making cute noises.

Gosh, she was adorable.

“Come. Can I pick you up and then let’s find your brother.”, you cooed at her sweetly.

Like a toddler, she raised her arms and you place her on your hip.

Strange.

She felt warm.

Like a sunray.

That was untypical for a demon.

Nezuko was really like you it seemed.

Together you picked up a wooden box in which, Nezuko crawled in after the sun began to rise.

So she still wasn’t immune to sunlight.

You wonder for how long she had been a demon.

“Inari-Sama, Inari-Sama!”, voices called for you.

It was two Kakushi, one had a boy with a scar and checkered haori over his shoulder.

“This must be the brother of my little demon friend in the box.”, you mussed.

The boy had a soft but handsome face. You really liked his hair color. Dark red was something unique.

Also, you felt warm coming from him. Warm like the sun.

He was as strange as his sister.

Human didn’t feel so warm to you, but the presence of the boy seemed to nearly burn you.

Curious, simply curious.

It was now fully morning and you stand beside Mitsuri and the other Hashira around the sleeping Tanjiro in the Demon Slayer Headquarters.

Goto from the Kabushi tried to wake him up. Not gently mind you. He seemed one step away from kicking the young boys behind.

Finally, he woke up, staring in utter confusion at you all.

“Bummer. I heard he was a Demon Slayer with a demon in tow, so I was looking forward to seeing someone more flamboyant…”, trailed off Tengen. “But that’s one drab-looking dude, huh?”

“Yes! And now, we’ll put this boy on trial! I see!”, said Rengoku.

Mitsuri was holding into one of your arms. You swore you could hear her think how beautiful this all was with Tanjiro protecting his demon sister.

Still confused Tanjiro tried to sit up, asking who you guys were, only for Goto to push him back down again.

“Don’t open your mouth just yet, you moron! Just who do you think is standing before you?!”, scolded the Kakushi. “You’re in the presence of the Hashiras!”

You could clearly see how Tanjiro had no idea what a Hashira was. He must be for a short time a Demon Slayer.

Shinobu stepped forward to give the lost boy at least some answers: “This is the Demon Slayers’ headquarters. And you’re about to be put on trial… Kamado Tanjiro-Kun.”

You formally tasted his desperation in the air.

“Before we start the trial, why don’t you explain the crime you’ve comm –“

“There’s no need for a trial!”, interrupted Rengoku Shinobu. “Protecting a demon is a clear violation of the code! We’re within our rights to deal with him on our own! We’re going to behead him along with the demon!”

“In that case, I’ll be glad to decapitate him flamboyantly. I’ll show you the most flamboyant blood spray you’ll ever see. I’m talking max flamboyance.”, boosted Tengen himself up.

Mitsuri gripped harder your arm, whispering: “Inari-Chan, can’t you do something? For you was made an exception, why not for this boy and his sister too?”

“I’m thinking…”, you whisper back.

The truth was you weren’t sure if you could pull Rank on anybody before they turned Tanjiro and his sister into sliced pieces of meat.

Yes, you were the oldest.

Yes, you were the strongest.

But you weren’t Oyakata-Sama. He called the shots.

While you were having your little crisis Himejima pitied Tanjiro, Tokitou was lost in his own thoughts and Tanjiro self seemed to look for Nezuko, which in turn made Goto angry, since the boy didn’t give you all the respect you earned.

Himejima, Rengoku, and Uzui were ready to just kill Tanjiro there and now.

Okay, you needed to say something.

You clapped your hands loudly so that all turned to you.

“We are not going to kill the boy and his sister.”, you told them. “Yes, technically he broke the rules, but it wouldn’t be the first time the Demon Slayer Corps made an exception. We shall wait for Oyakata-Sama’s decision. So if one of you tries to harm them, I gonna pull Rank on all of you and beat your asses until next week understood?!”

Your Hashira colleagues mumbled all together a yes senpai, while Tanjiro looked at you in aww.

You did your best not to turn red under his pretty red eyes. Red eyes normally meant evil, yet his red was so pretty and soft that you wanted to dive in.

You stopped your train of thoughts alone. No, more than friendship with humans would break your heart. You can’t forget that.

That’s when Tanjiro called where Nezuko was and the names of his friends.

But the only one responding to him was Iguro, chilling like always on the tree with his snake Kaburamaru: “Forget that. What will we do with Tomioka?”

Automatically you all turned to the Water Pillar, who was standing alone a few meters away from you.

“Seeing him there without any restraints is giving me a headache. Based on what Kochou told us, Tomioka is just as guilty of breaking Corps rules.”, reminded Iguro. “How will we deal with him? How should we make him take responsibility? What kind of lesson should we teach him? Don’t you have anything to say, Tomioka?”

Tomioka, of course, said nothing. Shinobu meant that this wasn’t important right now, since he did come back here without the need to use force and she was more interested why Tanjiro had a demon with him, even if it’s against the rules.

The young boy tried to explain, yet thanks to his wounds only coughs came out of his mouth. You smelled a bit of blood in the air.

Tanjiro needs healing, not an interrogation, yet you couldn’t do anything right now.

At least Shinobu gave him some water with painkillers in it. After he took a good sip, Tanjiro told you how his whole family had been slaughtered by a demon, leaving only him and his transformed sister behind. He swore up and down that she never hurt and never would hurt a human.

You formally felt how all Hashira’s looked at you. You know, they wanted you to talk with him.

If Nezuko was any bit like you, you were the best to talk to Tanjiro.

“She never tasted human flesh?”, you asked. “Never? Not even blood?”

“No! She uses sleep to regain her energy!”

“Absurd.”, Obonai shook his head. “Even Inari-Senpai needs to drink blood and she is over two centuries old! If she’s family, no wonder you’re defending her. I can’t trust a single word you’re saying. I, for one, don’t believe you.”

Tanjiro blinked confused, while you all tried not to facepalm.

Awesome Obonai!

Just tell a not Hashira straight away that a demon is in the Ranks of the Hashira.

The snake Hashira realized that he probably thought out aloud and seemed to blush under his bandages.

“Forgive me…”, he called ashamed of himself over to you.

You waved your hand.

What was done was done.

Now you heard Tanjiro gasp for air.

“You…you are a demon? But you smell nothing like one!”

“Are you implying I smell bad?”, you shoot back angrily, which made nearly everyone laugh, and Tanjiro stutters.

“N-No! Y-You smell nice, human!”

“Nice safe, boy.”, cackled Tengen and you hit him with your elbow in his stomach.

The sound Hashira nearly toppled over.

“Tengen-Kun, shut it or I’m telling on your wives.”, you said with a fake sweet smile.

He gave you a thumbs up. Good, he still knew where his place was.

You decide to kneel with Shinobu before Tanjiro.

“Kamado Tanjiro.”, you began. “I’m since two centuries a part of the Demon Slayer Corps and lived before that a century as a "normal" demon. For 50 years I haven’t eaten human flesh and I’m happy with blood. Yet you claim your sister never ever had either. How long has she been a demon?”

“T-Two years, ma’am.”

“Do you see the problem here, my colleagues have with your narrative? I’m a good demon too, I fight against my own kind for humanity, yet it took me decades to be there where I am now and your sister, so young, already managed?”

“I know it sounds crazy, but it’s true! Please if you really are a demon, you must have smelled something different on Nezuko.”

Before you could answer you heard Shinazugawa’s voice: “Well, well, I see you have some fun brewing here. Is that the moron Slayer who has a demon with him? What the hell are you trying to pull here?”

Shinobu and you stood up and face your follow Hashira.

“What are you doing with Nezuko’s box?”, you demanded to know.

“Shinazugawa, please don’t act out of line.”, added Shinobu.

Of course, he didn’t listen and mocked Tanjiro.

“What did you say about that demon, kid? That she can fight as a Demon Slayer to protect humans? She is not Inari-Senpai with over 100 years of experience and even our senpai still needs blood to survive. Do you know what we call that? A total delusion, you moron!”

Then he gets his katana out and steps Nezuko through the box! You feel how your canines grow and a growl comes out of your mouth. Shinobu grips you by the shoulders so you don’t tackle Shinazugawa to the ground.

You were biased, you know that.

You already liked Nezuko, you felt a connection to her. There weren’t many good demons like you and her. Seeing her getting hurt by one of your Hashira colleagues made the demon in you come out.

Luckily for you, Tanjiro freacking headbutted Shinazugawa and took the box from him. It showed how much he really loved his sister. He didn’t care who hurt her, he would make them pay twice for it.

You stopped growling and your canines shrunk back.

For now, you were calm again.

You hoped Oyakata-Sama would soon arrive, this meeting was a powder kettle ready to explode!

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The Woe’s of a Fanfiction Writer

Welcome to my second blog where I just complain about how it is to be a Fanfiction Writer, waiting for reviews that never come and doubting

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Ramble, Ramble, Ramble

I need to get something out of my chest.

I hate sometimes being an author.

Stories that you write with love and put a lot of thought into it get ignored and stories you thought randomly about at 3 a.m. are freacking well-loved, that even after you finish them, they still get comments or likes. *side-eyes Isekai'd as Chloe*

I noted also Reader Insert more loved than stories with OCs, I ask you why? WHY?

For us authors OCs are our kids, why don't you like my child, but as soon it's in the reader's perspective it's hot shit.

Currently, I want to write for Maiden of the Moon because I love my moon bunny Yua, I want to tell her story so much, but besides one person, no one commented on it.

Then we have The Fox and the Sun, which is really Mary-Sue if you think about it, Local Ex-Upper Demon is a Demon Slayer, overpowered, and will date sunshine child Tanjiro more at 11 p.m.

I bet if I made Maiden of the Moon a Reader too it would have been more liked.

What is this hate with OCs?

AN OC IS AN INVENTED CHARACTER OF A FAN AND THEY COULD NEVER DESTROY YOUR SACRED CANON SINCE IT'S A GODDAMN FAN CHARACTER IN A GODDAMN FANFICTION, A STORY WRITTEN BY A FAN WITH ABSOLUT NO POWER OVER THE ANIME/MANGA/MOVIE/TVSHOW/CARTON/COMIC/GAME/ETC.

I'm just...I don't get it!

I always loved OC, because, let's be real, most canon pairings suck, or canon is so stupid in a lot of things and needs someone to call out the bullcrap or canon ended so bad some needs to fix it.

I'm the strange one?

Like I want to really hear why Reader-Inserts can be the most Mary-Sue thing ever and all will eat it up, but a well-thought OC gets hate because they get shipped with a canon character, they change the storyline completely, they are the hero or etc.?

What is the difference?

What?

Also, pro-tip from an author if you love a story.....THEN COMMENT ON IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AUTHORS NEED COMMENTS LIKE FOOD, HOW THE HECK SHOULD WE KNOW YOU LOVE OUR STORY AND WANT MORE IF YOU DON'T TELL US. A LITTLE SMILEY-EMOJI IS ENOUGH. WE ARE AUTHORS WE WILL INTERPRET EVEN INCORRECT KEYSMASH AS SOMETHING POSITIVE.

Well more I don't have to say.

Have a nice day/night!

Obaa-Chan VS Uselessness

Sakura Haruno is and was a character who divided the Naruto Fandom. The most common argument against her was that she was useless. Now what one shall do if you are reborn as her? Our elderly MC for sure will do anything, do not be her!

Or:

An 85-year-old granny and Naruto Fan gets reborn into the Shinobi world as Sakura Haruno. Rejected canon and modeled herself after Mitsuri Kanroji from Demon Slayer.

Chapter 1: The new Sakura

Maybe God or whoever put me in this position had a bit of mercy on me.

First I didn’t wake up Sakura, now my parents, after I screamed about my situation and second I woke up early enough in the morning, to get breakfast and go shopping for some Ninja Gear.

What Sakura owned differed from my style and Mitsuri Kanroji's; I needed to buy a new wardrobe.

Also let me tell you it was so strange being treated like a kid again, like a daughter, after three decades. I lost my parents sadly one after another in a short time.

Kizashi and Mebuki were nice people, without question, but I yearned for my parents since I was young again.

For the moment I ignored the feeling and looked around the clothing store I was in to find my new ninja gear.

Sakura's red battle dress, which I wore, would land in the trash soon.

I didn’t find 100% Mitsuri clothes, but the outfit had the colours of her uniform. A simple T-shirt with white sleeves, mesh armour under and pants in the same cooler. I also wore black fingerless gloves, the Ninja shoes stayed the same and I put my headband sideways on my hips.

Happy but a lot Ryo poorer I made my way to the Ninja Academy.

It’s a shame I woke up here when Team 7 got started. How should I get my Kenjutsu good enough before we reach the Wave Arc?

Zabuza and Haku are a headache just waiting for me.

I could bemoan my destiny or just wing it and I decided to just wing it.

I knew what was gonna happen, this was a huge advantage already.

No stress.

Let’s get this day over and tomorrow the Bell Test and then let’s see if I could start my Kenjutsu and testing if Breathing Styles worked here.

Thanks to Sakura’s memories I inherited, how else would I have found the clothing store, I reached the Academy without problems.

I slipped into the classroom sitting down on the first free seat I saw. No way, would I stand with the fangirls, worshipping Sasuke.

Slowly the classroom filled and since I didn’t want to sit between Naruto and Sasuke, Ino snatched the place.

She looked so smug.

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. Even heard hearing the cries of unfairness from the nameless fangirls.

Finally, Iruka-Sensei arrived and the class calmed down. He gave us all a proud and happy smile.

“Starting today, you are all official ninjas, but…You all are still new Genin…”

I started to zoom out since I knew his whole speech and waited when he started calling for the Teams.

And here it comes…

“Next the 7th group, Uzumaki Naruto. Haruno Sakura-”

 Happy Naruto jumped up from his seat, shouting a yeah and searched the classroom for me.

“Sakura-Chan! Sakura-Chan! Hey! We are in a team!”, he hollered.

Most expected me to be disappointed, I saw it in their looks, but I’m not this Sakura. I’m my version of Sakura.

So I just gave him a nod.

That everybody was shocked was the understatement of the century. Ino looked at me as if I lost my marbles and Naruto was confused, yet smiled happily.

His happy smile fell as Iruka-Sensei called for the last name.

“Uchiha Sasuke!”

Like a balloon that lost air Naruto grumbled down on his seat, bemoening his destiny.

Ino again searched my eyes, sure waiting that I rubbed it under her nose that I was with Sasuke, I just deadpanned.

This freaked her out more and I could swerve she cursed quietly.

I had to fight a snort.

This could be so much fun to mess with these youngsters. I may be again 13 years old, but I’m still old in mind.

I may have found another hobby.

After Naruto complains about being with Sasuke in a Team and Iruka-Sensei lectures him we are dismissed till our Jonin-Senseis show up to pick us up.

If hellhounds were after her Ino runs up my seat, hissing: “What the hell, forehead?!”

I'm just deadpan.

“If you wanna complain about being in a team with Shikamaru and Choji while I’m with Sasuke take it up with Iruka-Sensei.”

“This is not…Sakura what’s wrong with you? You dress differently and what have you done with your hair? You aren’t yourself!”

Cool as a cucumber I stand up and put my hands in my pantspocket.

“Ino. We are Ninjas now. In the eyes of the village, we are adults. It’s time to grow up.”

Dramatically I leave the classroom, leaving a flabbergasted Ino behind.

I don’t get far enough since Naruto catches up to me.

“Sakura-Chan!”, he yells. The boy needs to learn to keep his voice down. “Let’s eat together since we’re in the same group now.”

For a moment I wondered if we should invite Sasuke, but knowing the Uchiha he wouldn’t come surely. Another time we will try to bond with him.

So I said simply to Naruto: “Sure. Ichiraku Ramen sounds good?”

The joy on his face is so bright he could light up a whole town with it.

Wish I had a camera to take a pic and give it to Hinata. She would surely appreciate it.

He takes my arm and drags me to the Ramen Shop.

Lunch with Naruto is… interesting. The boy really talks about nothing and all. Reminds me of my youngest grandchild, my little Haru.

Like with him, I want to coo at Naruto and just pinch his adorable whisker cheeks, but I can stop myself.

It would be too weird.

Also, I’m trying to make clear to Naruto that I never want to that him.

I quite literally said: “Naruto, this is not a date and never will I date you. I’m simply not interested, but we can be friends.”

He seemed sad, yet happy that I wanted to be his friend.

Let’s hope it got to his thick skull and his crush on Sakura will die in the next few episodes…I should probably say weeks.

This is my life now, not an anime.

Ichiraku’s Ramen was so good, that I will definitely come here to eat.

With thank you’s to Teuchi and Ayame we make our way back to the academy.

Nothing really exciting happens after we sit down by Sasuke. The Uchiha did give me a suspicious look, but I just gave him a friendly nod and talked with Naruto about how good our lunch was.

Slowly but surely the Jonin Senseis came to pick up their teams, and then Iruka-Sensei left too, so we, Team 7, were all alone in the classroom.

I knew we would be waiting for a long time so I got out a notebook and began to draw. 

In my old life, I worked as an illustrator for children's books. 

I always liked drawing, I even learned to draw in Kishimoto’s Style. 

Maybe, in my younger days, I have drawn some NaruHina doujinshi, hust.

Anyway, I was drawing a scene with a mother who had her little girl sitting on her lap, both smiling loving at each other as Naruto shrieked: “He is late!”

“Just sit down and stop looking out the door. It will not make our Sensei appear faster.”, I told him, starting to shade.

“How can I when our sensei is the only one late?! All the other groups went somewhere with their sensei and Iruke-Sensei went already home.”

“We know Naruto, but it doesn’t change anything.”

I don't look up from my drawing while Naruto starts to set up his prank for Kakshi. Sasuke tells him that a Jonin would never fall for such a prank and that’s when I look up and see our dear Sensei Kakashi walk in as the eraser hits him on the head.

I snorted loudly, Naruto laughed, while Sasuke was just disappointed in the Jonin.

“How should I say this…”, musses Kakashi. “My first impression of your guys is…I hate you.”

Sasuke and Naruto frown, while I just deadpan.

We follow Kakshi to the roof.

Time to introduce us to each other.

I let it play out like in the canon timeline and Kakashi starts: “I’m Hatake Kakashi. I have no intention of telling you my likes and dislikes. As for my dream…I have a few hobbies.”

“What a letdown.”, I whisper to Naruto and Sasuke. “He only told us his name.”

Naruto nods in agreement.

It’s also now his turn.

“I’m Uzumaki Naruto. I like cup ramen. But I like the ramen at Ichiraku that Iruka-Sensei bought for me even more. I hate the three minutes that I have to wait after I put the hot water. My hobby is to eat and compare cup ramen! And my dream is to become greater than the Hokages. I’m going to make all the villagers recognise my existence.”

Kakashi-Sensei tells me now to go.

“I’m Haruno Sakura. I like travelling and learning new things. What I hate is ignorance and blindless hate. My hobbies include drawing, collecting mangas and knitting. My dream is to become a powerful kunoichi and show all chauvinistic pigs how strong a woman can be! Also, I would like to illustrate stories for children and one day have a family. I want to adopt.”

The looks I earn are priceless. 

Kakashi-Sensei seems utterly surprised, but approving, Sasuke frowns deepens and Naruto grins at me. I saw how for a short moment he was teary-eyed as I said I wanted to adopt in the future. Surely he thought about how he wished someone had adopted him.

Poor baby.

I will tell Hinata to give you a lot of kisses and hugs.

Now it’s our avenger turn.

“My name is Uchiha Sasuke. There are many things that I hate, and there aren’t a lot of things that I like. Also, I have an ambition that I have no intention to leave as just a dream. The revival of my clan, and killing a certain man.”

Another poor baby.

I wish I could tell him that Itachi isn’t the bad guy here, but an enormous asshole named Danzo.

Maybe if I somehow find proof…maybe I could avoid Itachi's death and Sasuke's intention to off Kohana.

If we had Itachi and Sasuke in the war with us it would give us an edge towards Obito, Madara, Black Zetsu and Kaguya.

Wait…if I destroy the Gedo Mazo and Black Zetsu before all this can happen then we could really get a happy end here.

Many unnecessary deaths, like Neji, could be avoided.

But how in the nine circles of hell should I pull this off?

I was so busy with my own plans, that I nearly didn’t hear how Kakshi explained to us the survival training and the fail rate of over 66.6%.

Oh, time to mess now with him a little.

“It means we have a 33.3% chance of passing, this are good enough odds in my book.”, I proclaim confidently.

This lifts my teammate's spirit up, while Kakshi I could swerve pouts a bit.

With a warning to us not to eat anything or we will puke, he leaves.

Well, first-day masterd, second day, the Bell Test in progress.