(MY AU)(DEMON SLAYER)(KNY)

My AU is that the dmeon slayer corps isnt the only one, and that there is other corps and other hashira, but the corps barely know each other. And the other corps are VERY far apart, like a four day walk on foot💔✌️😭

Its close to Midnight, the night stars shimmering above with the moon, and Guest is lurking through the dark lile a determind shadow, invisible. The damp forest under the moonlight adds a faint, silver shimmer to everything surrounding them and as far as they can see. Wolves are howling, crickets are either being annoying or peaceful, depends on how you see them, all the animals are peacefully sleeping.

The damp, dark green grass crushes satisfyingly under Guest's trustworthy boots. Guest's eyes scanning their surrounding mutiple times as they move like fog.

A moth circles Guest's head, once, twice, three times like its for good measure. Then flies away. Guest contuines waoking through the tall trees standing before Guest, rooted to their spot.

Guest was much far from her corps. But Guest doesnt hesitate with each step like others would have. The words of an argument with somebody echoe in their mind "Your ugly - your weak - you'll never be anybody useful or important AT ALL!", and determination and anger are sure one heck of motivation when you want to prove someone wrong.

she notices something that makes something go down her spine, the more she travels this direction, the less animal or insects she sees. Like they are avoiding... some sort of scene thay would make anyone heart drop.

Guest's train of thought about the argument stop, or crash, when a rare moth circle their head liek the last one- not noticing the bushes infront of them.

Guest tumbles over the suspiciously large path of bushes, but they felt what they tripped over... much to thick to be a branch.

Guest after pathetically tumbling like a fallen solder, Guest sits up, dazed, offended almost if your feeling generous. The moths that didnt notice the thing in the bushes flutter away, startled by the sudden thump of someone pathetically falling.

Guest turns around, finally noticing how the bush seems to be like.. a patch? Like covering something. Guest know for sure they tripped over something to big for small bushes like these to posses.

Guest unsheathes their sword and pokes the bush, gently, but they kneo for sure something is off. They sheathe their sword, and slowly, carefully, reach their hand in.

Guest feels something. They tug on it gently, its almost... heavy, they tug harder.

their heart drops so fast its almost impressive, they see a pale, smooth skin, yet extremely blooded hand with a red-dish haori sleeve slightly rolled up from the bushes.