Author's note- this is from Majikku's adopted little sister, Kaguya Saishohana's, or Hana's POV. Also, you should probably read the first chapter here- https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/contests/74/submissions/47730/
I'm not completely happy with it and I know there are many mistakes, so you'll be doing me a huge favor if you let me know what all mistakes I've made!
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I landed on my feet and barely felt the jerk. I straightened immediately and closed my eyes. I knew I couldn’t trust my vision, so I’d just have to use my other senses.
B E L OW YO U
I snapped up and immediately took flight. Twirling through the air, I opened my eyes for a second.
The demon was clear and I saw the opening. I sliced through his neck with my blade and continued running. The blobs- what color was that again? It took me a moment to remember that that was green, after dividing red.
I looked up, or in the direction that I thought was upwards.
Nee-san said that the sky would become orange when demons stopped attacking and I need to get to the east as fast as possible, I repeated over and over. I knew that the east would be to wherever the blue was the most, because the sun would be rising and orange was obviously blue divided by two.
L E F T
Jerking quickly, I defended myself as I took precious moments to understand what kind of Demon I was dealing with.
H AN D S
I nodded mentally after chopping off its head and arms, hoping it wouldn’t regenerate after my mediocre blow. My disability was amazing in some ways, that’s what Nee-san always said. That I was special.
B L U E
The Demon writhed and screamed. The blue- no, the orange- light made the Demon dissipate into nothingness.
A shrill whistle rang out. The Final Selection was over.
And just when I was starting to have fun. Look at that, Nee-san! I told you, nine years definitely isn’t too young to be a Demon Slayer.
My disability doesn’t have a name, which makes it all the harder to fight. It only affected my eyes, and as far as I know, I was born with it. Aunt Shinobu said my eyes were beautiful, but I knew they weren’t.
My eyes were white. Not even normal white. Fractured white, like my pupils were made of broken glass.
That isn’t what everyone says they look like, though. They say it looks like tiny flowers on a spider web.
That’s what I looked like to everyone else. But I didn’t know what everyone else looked like.
All I could see was confusing blobs of color and light. The only people I could at least make out were Aunt Shinobu and my sisters, Majikku and Kanao.
DA N G E R
I snarled at the red thing. It reared back and my sister, Majikku, placed her hand on my shoulder. It was her way of telling me that it was ok. But it wasn’t. I could see it.
D E M O N
Intimidated, I reached for my sword. As usual, it did a wonderful job of distracting me. It’s purple and lets me kill demons without moving too much, so I like it.
D E M O N
Demon!! There were traces of a demon on the… human?
I squinted. That was a human.
I sniffed for good measure. My other senses heightened when my vision was struck, so I figured it would be a good way to go.
D E M O N ! ! !
I rose my sword and snarled again. My sister held me back mid-snarl and I looked at her in surprise.
I squinted at the human again. Was… was it maybe a mistake on my part? Maybe my senses were still hyped up? It’d only been a day since I passed the Final Selection, after all.
I bowed to the red haired human in apology. I was beginning to see it clearer but they were still blurry. My disability was still screaming.
I restrained myself. If my sister said so, then I wouldn’t attack.
My sister read my scrawl. I had stopped speaking years ago but could write. I couldn’t actually see what I was writing, but I liked to think it made sense, because my sister seemed to have no problem understanding me.
“A demon? On him?”
I raised my eyebrow. What was a ‘him’?
I wrote that, hoping she would understand. I didn’t know how to spell it, so I just sounded it out.
What is heem?
My sister nodded in my direction.
“A boy’s pronoun is ‘him’, Hana.”
I nodded. It made more sense now. Boys always smelled weird but I asserted it again.
“Hana, he isn’t a demon! He survived the Final Selection with me.”
I shook my head. It had been almost a week since I last smelled him but I was sure of it.
I shook my head, forgetting the word again.
I desperately looked at my sister and started crying.
She hugged me and I think we both felt the barrier between us. I understood her, but she couldn’t understand me.
My eyes were flooded with tears so I saw even less than before. I blinked and pointed to my nose and wrote DEMON again. And if it wasn’t clear yet, I drew a red haired stickman.
“Hana… you smelled a demon on him?”
I looked up, shocked and smiling for the first time in years.
SHE UNDERSTOOD WHAT I WAS TRYING TO SAY.
I opened my mouth, maybe hoping that my words would come back. But not today.
I looked at my sister again, trying to make out the color of her eyes. But I couldn’t see them because they were closed. And she was crying too. But not happy crying that she understood even though I didn’t speak and I didn’t even know if what I wrote was readable. It was sad crying.
So I drew again. This time I drew me and her with the red haired stick figure. I felt the bump of the ink below the paper and drew a bubble coming from my sword around them both. Below that, I wrote a new word I had learnt last week.
Nee-san understood that too, because she said, “His name is Tanjirou.”
And I wrapped my head around the word, because it made Nee-san smile and I would do anything to see her smile again.
Taanjeerou makes Nee-san smile, so we should protect him.
I smiled. It was the first time my disability agreed with me.
So we both watched the sun set on the tenth day after the Final Selection while I puzzled over how Taanjeero made Nee-san smile and maybe he’d tell me if I didn’t kill him for long enough. Seemed like a pretty good trade to me.