REQUESTED BY: Goldcloudkingdom

A/N: I'm back! For now! I'll be finishing up a fall-themed chapter soon, and then you'll have to wait for winter for a holiday-themed one. Don't worry, I'm still taking requests for scenarios if you want them! Just ask.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the angst! I had to take some liberties with this one (because my first thought was 'oh, you die in battle and they angst about it').

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Tanjiro:

The two of you were locked in combat with Muzan, both lunging at him for a killing blow, when the man suddenly grabbed your arm and pulled your back to his chest as Tanjiro's blade sliced.

It all happened so suddenly that your head was falling to the ground before he realized.

He froze in place, staring at your body in horror as Muzan began smiling.

The man vanished from sight as Tanjiro fell to his knees beside you, tears filling his eyes.

He threw his head back and let out a heart-wrenching scream, so loud that several of your friends still fighting on the other side of the field looked over in worry.

By the time the battle was over, Muzan had fled with his life and Tanjiro was holding your body in his arms, sobbing over you.

After your funeral, he vowed to stop Muzan once and for all, even if it cost him his life in the process.

Nezuko:

Nezuko had just wanted to protect you, but when she went to kick the demon, you got caught in the crossfire. Your shriek of pain made her freeze for a split-second, realizing just what she'd done.

She screamed and raced to your side as you bled from the literal hole in your gut, hauling you away and letting her brother deal with the demon.

She stayed at your side even as Shinobu tried to save you, but the overall damage to your body were so extensive that you ended up passing on.

Nezuko cried over you for days afterwards, blaming herself for your death. It took months for her to eventually start bouncing back to her original demeanor, but even then she was never the same.

Zenitsu:

A routine mission gone wrong was what did you in. Not demons, not Muzan himself, but a simple low-risk mission to a small village near the sea.

Zenitsu and you had been fighting a demon when they released some kind of disorienting fog. You two were separated, but you tried to keep fighting what you thought was the demon.

"Zenitsu!" You'd shouted, readying your blade. "I think he's over here!"

One moment you were raising your blade, in the next you felt one strike you straight through the neck. You choked in surprise before gripping the metal and trying to force it out, but Zenitsu just yanked it to the side. You fell to the ground, writhing in agony.

"(y/n)! Where are you? I think I got 'em!" He called, looking around. Hearing laughter, he froze, and suddenly the fog cleared, and the demon was standing at the side, watching as (y/n) bled.

He screamed in horror. Then, in one movement, he used Breath of Thunder to finish the off-guard demon off. You died in his arms that night, Zenitsu sobbing and apologizing.

After your funeral, he was never the same. He was more guarded around people and markedly more afraid to rush into battle with foes that could disorient and confuse.

Inosuke:

Ironically, it was during a sparring match. You and Inosuke had been having a horrible night trying to finish your assignments, and when all was said and done you had to release steam by smacking your swords against each other.

You knew his patterns like the back of your hand, but sometimes you got unlucky. You dodged right when you belatedly realized you should've dodged left, and his sword came down, swiping in a perfect arc deep into your abdomen.

You let out a sharp gasp as it cut into your lungs, collapsing in a heap.

"Does that mean I won?" Inosuke demanded. When you didn't get up for a few seconds, he nudged you with his shoe, but only succeeded in turning you so that you were choking on your own blood. "(y/n)?"

By the time he realized you were dying, it was too late. He ran back to the house with you in his arms shouting for a doctor, but you were barely breathing. When the doctor finally arrived, you were pronounced dead.

Inosuke never forgave himself for that. "I'm no better than those damned demon scum," he'd said bitterly, and from then on he trained ever harder, yet always trained his blade against a dummy.

Giyuu:

You both were fighting what was (supposedly) the newest Lower Kizuki 6, a pretty demon who had the ability to mind-control through her ingested saliva. You'd both fought hard not to let her get an advantage, but right when you had an opening, Giyuu suddenly turned his sword against you, and you spotted a little bit of spittle on the edge of his lip.

You pleaded with him not to fight, but he went after you anyway, his eyes more dead than usual. The demon giggled as she ordered him to gut you -- and in the next moment, his sword was through your belly.

Your scream was the first thing he heard when he snapped out of it, and he realized in horror that he was standing over you as you died. When he saw the blood on his blade he realized what had been done -- and he ran away from the battle with your body, tears in his eyes. He never finished off the demon that night, leaving Sanemi to do it. Any degrading thing he had to say afterwards was never voiced when he saw just how wrecked Giyuu looked.

After your funeral, he became more closed off. He was afraid that he'd be turned against his allies again, and for that reason he retired as Water Pillar, becoming somewhat of a recluse in his home. Not even Tanjiro could get through to him at first, but as the months turned to years, he slowly started going out again. He never picked up a real blade again.

Kyojuro:

It was all his fault. He couldn't get over that thought, even months after it happened.

It was a simple date at home. You both had thought to try out a pufferfish dish. He fancied that they'd gotten skilled enough in preparation that there'd be no issue, but when the time came to try it, around fifteen minutes after eating it you became dizzy and disoriented. He tried to make sure you were okay, but you stumbled to the bathroom and ended up falling unconscious over the toilet, choking on your own vomit. Kyojuro scooped you up and brought you to the nearest doctor, but unfortunately there was no cure. All they could do was make you comfortable until you passed.

Senjuro cried for days afterwards, holed up in his room, and even Shinjuro seemed in a much stormier mood than before. Kyojuro couldn't stop blaming himself, often joining his brother in attempt to comfort but ending up sobbing anyways.

Muichiro:

It had been an awful flu season that fall, and you and Muichiro were no exception. You'd spent a few weeks tending to him as he fell ill, and only a week into it, you got the same sickness. The two of you, almost too ill to stay conscious, tended to each other. Muichiro recovered. You did not.

He tended to you the best he could, even calling in a skilled doctor to look after you. But in the end, the sickness was too much for your immune system, and you passed with him at your side.

After your funeral, Muichiro relapsed into his old personality, cold and aloof to everyone save for Tanjiro, who stayed at his side for weeks to help him bounce back. Even after he resumed his duties, he retained that irritable side of him towards the world.

Shinobu:

It was during an emergency surgery. You'd had an awful time of a mission and had been rushed in with intensive organ failure. She'd been working for fifteen hours to try and save you when it happened.

Her hand twitched and she accidentally nicked an artery with her scalpel. She muttered a curse as she tried to stop the bleeding. She shouted for her attendants to help, as you were already low on blood at that point.

At hour sixteen, she declared you dead with tears in her eyes. Your body was so broken, she wasn't able to save you.

After your funeral, she became even more withdrawn into herself. Her smiles became faker, her relationships more closed-off, and her relationships with her coworkers more formal.

Gyomei:

There was a mole. There was a damned traitor among you that ratted your position out to the demon you were trying to kill.

It was supposed to be an important venture to take down the newest Lower Moon One, but one of your subordinates (that damned Hinoto!) revealed themself to be working with them (in exchange for their own life, they were to give them yours?!) and you and Gyomei were forced to face the Moon in premature combat.

You had almost gotten the demon when Gyomei shouted for you, and when you turned you saw the Hinoto pushing him towards you, his sword drawn to slay the demon. He impaled you all the way through, and at that moment the demon took the opportunity to bite you deep into the shoulder.

Your screams rang out through the forest as you clutched at your shoulder desperately.

Sanemi:

You'd been having a wonderful time with your boyfriend on vacation, and it all came to a head on the day you were playing in the river. You'd been splashing each other and playfully shoving each other in, and he was laughing as he shoved you harshly into the water. Unbeknownst to him, you struck your head on a rock and was knocked unconscious.

He waited a few moments for you to surface, but after a minute passed and you didn't, he grew worried. At first he thought you were playing a prank on him, but as he lifted you out, he noted your waterlogged appearance and red-streaked hair from the blood.

He panicked, throwing you to the beach and trying to preform CPR, but to no avail. You'd drowned in those precious moments under the water.

After your funeral, he became more bitter and closed-off, even to his family. He was never quite the same after your death.

Akaza:

You'd gotten caught in the middle of a date by your childhood friend. He'd been so, so angry that you were with a demon... he immediately attacked Akaza.

You hadn't brought your sword for once, feeling a calmness in the air. You panicked when Akaza began fighting back, knowing that he'd kill him. Your childhood friend was nowhere near strong enough to kill him.

So you intervened. You didn't want to see either of them die. It was a stupid decision, but you threw yourself in the middle of the battle in time to get impaled on both sides -- from his sword and Akaza's fist.

Akaza watched in horror as you were bisected. Tears blurred his vision as he finished off your friend and collapsed onto his knees beside you as you died. He begged you to turn, to let him turn you so that you could live with him -- but you refused, not wanting to hurt humans. By the time the sun rose, you were dead -- and Akaza was numb. When he next found himself, he'd slaughtered an entire village of people, save for the women.

Your friends never found out what happened to you, only that you'd died. Akaza vowed to himself to never involve himself with a human woman again, only fueling his quest to get stronger.

Douma:

He'd been mortally wounded on the battlefield. So what did you do? You offered your shoulder for him.

Douma was a bit reluctant, but you insisted, and so he bit into you.

Something seemed to snap in him, and before he knew it, he was standing over you, relishing in the taste of your hand. He blinked, looked down, and saw your body lying there limp, your eyes wide open and totally blank.

He dropped your hand, staring in horror at the mess he'd made. "(y/n)...?"

He carried your remains off and told your little family that you'd died. The wails of your kids -- your children -- haunted him even after your funeral was long over and your oldest was off to the Final Selection to propagate your legacy.

Kokushibo:

The day had come all too soon for the Moon. He'd always planned to kill you one day, but he hadn't planned on that coming to fruition sooner than he'd wanted.

You were sparring once again, and your mark was on full display proudly over your chest. You'd discarded your top for something more practical (he'd looked away from you, forever old-fashioned) to fight in, and the two of you fought for hours until you finally fell from exhaustion.

He plunged his sword down, but at the last moment you collapsed, and it ran you through.

For the last time of your life, you saw Kokushibo cry. It was bittersweet, yet fitting.

He brought you back to your family for a funeral, explaining that you'd been slain in battle. Not wholly a lie, but not totally the truth either. Your family was left despondent at your loss, and after your funeral he vowed to never pursue any kind of relationship with a human again.

Muzan:

Muzan had wanted to turn you. Given that he trusted you enough to date you (it was pretty obvious when you overheard him talking about you to Upper Moon One and calling you his 'queen'), it was obvious that the next step would be to actually try and turn you. He made a whole day of it; he assured you that he wouldn't intentionally do anything horrible. He gave you some of his blood and the two of you waited.

Unfortunately, something went wrong. All he could do was watch as you writhed in agony for hours until you died.

Muzan was first enraged, second horrified. What had he done? He hadn't meant to kill you; he was sure you'd survive it! Why had you died? What had gone wrong?!

He tried all he could to bring you back, but at the end of the day he was left alone. Even the Upper Moons were left shaken in the wake of his unbridled fury, one that wasn't quenched for at least a whole week.

Yoriichi:

The two of you had a snowball fight in the woods near the Kamado home. When you'd found out that Yoriichi had never actually had a snowball war, you promptly put on your coat and boots and demanded you have one. He was surprised and confused, but any opportunity to spend with you was one that he took, and so he followed obediently.

The two of you had a lot of fun ducking behind trees and throwing snowballs at each other (you were pleased when you got him smack dab on his slayer mark). As the sun went down and the area grew colder, you were about ready to call it quits. Throwing your last snowball (and watching it plop into the snow), you huddled on the ground and waited for him to come to you, yet he never did. Somehow, you'd lost him.

Yoriichi had lost you in the foggy haze of winter, and as he called for you, he grew more worried. Your coat had been getting tattered, and he didn't want you to catch hypothermia. By the time he found you, hours had passed and your skin was turning blue from the cold. You were barely conscious face-down in the snow and had stripped off your coat and shoes. He scooped you up and ran back to the Kamados', but it was too late. You took your last breath at the threshold and no amount of warming up could save you.

Yoriichi was more than heartbroken. His whole world shattered. While the Kamados wept for you, he decided that he'd seen enough unstoppable death and decided to leave as a wanderer. Try as they might, they couldn't stop him. He took your body and your things, apologized for leaving so suddenly, thanked them for everything, and promptly left to take your body back to your parents.

Your parents were broken at your loss, but they thanked him for keeping you company. He stayed long enough for the funeral and then disappeared, never to be seen again... until the day that he died facing off against Kokushibo. The flute pouch he kept had one of your ribbons holding it shut, just another reminder of everything he lost.

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A/N: Whew! Holy crap, this was kinda hard not to make totally monotonous! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the angst.

See you in the fall chapter (or sooner)!