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“Welcome, Kibutsuji Muzan. Kamado Nezuko.”

Nezuko froze, startled. He knows our names and without seeing?? Her small fingers instinctively brushed the oversized leather jacket tighter around her shoulders. Muzan however, merely narrowed his eyes.

“You know us,” Nezuko said softly, bowing. Her tone was measured and polite.

Muzan scoffed, folding his arms. “Of course. A senile old man clings to riddles. Names are all he has to offer. Tell me where we are, and how we return. I have no patience for empty ceremony nor for riddles.”

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The silence of the mountains pressed against her. No birds, no wind, no sound but the faint whisper of tires on asphalt and the occasional distant splash of a stream. She passed familiar landmarks including the crumbling stone marker and a bend in the road brought her deeper into the mist. The pull grew stronger, steady enough to make her shoulders tense. She swallowed hard, eyes fixed on the narrowing path. 

Observation first, Ayumi. Everything else comes later. 

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Two years of life stolen, ordinary years I would have spent with family, friends, perhaps even… Kiyoshi. If Muzan had never existed, I would have lived quietly in our mountain village. Married gentle Kiyoshi. Lived a life untouched by blood and terror. Instead? I am tied to the demon who destroyed everything I loved.

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“The current shifts,” he murmured softly. “The world bends again.” His fingers touched beads in his lap. Though far from the city, he felt a tremor in reality. It was a small tear in the quiet. Something had slipped through time’s barriers.  

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Muzan broke the silence. His voice was low, deliberate.  “This…conveyance. You claim I have nothing to lose by trusting it. And yet, I cannot help but notice the proximity to her. Is this part of your plan?” His words were calm but carried the weight of centuries of suspicion.

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“Stay back!” Nezuko shouted, her voice raw. Other slayers fought nearby, but she ignored them. Her sole focus was Muzan—the source of her rage and pain. She charged forward, the world shrinking to just him and Tanjiro.

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Hey guys! I'm a huge fan of the Demon Slayer manga and anime. I'm particularly drawn to the KibuNezu pairing as it is not explored enough or accepted by the fandom in general. Therefore in my fanfiction, I've tried to explore an angle to this pairing which was probably not attempted before. I've started posting chapters of a new fanfiction that I'm writing on Awo3. If you're interested, here's a link to my story. Give it a read and tell me what you guys think: