A/N: I'm alive! Kinda. It's been really hard to continue. Sorry to immediately bring this back with angst, but this is the only thing I've been able to actually get out of my brain.

TW: Blood and injury. Reader cracks her head open, and of course, canon-typical violence as background shenanigans.

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It was an accident. Just an accident.

Your mission was supposed to be a routine one, but much like a lot of your life, it very quickly went belly-up. You succeeded in eliminating the one terrorizing a village, but at the very last moment, a hand shoved you and you tumbled backward, weapon flying from your hand.

Falling from a roof and cracking your head open certainly wasn't on your bingo card, nor was waking up without a shred of a memory of the past year and a half.

Tanjiro:

When Tanjiro got the news, he freaked. He all but threw on a coat and shoes before running into the night, tears burning his eyes as he pleaded desperately for you to be okay.

When he got to Shinobu's, you were still unconscious. The bloodied bandages around your head - and the overwhelming smell of impending death - were nauseating. Thankfully you pulled through, and a week later, you woke to him sitting at your side, your hand cradled in his.

His relief rapidly turned to shock when you struggled to remember who he was. No. You couldn't have just... forgotten, could you? All the happy memories you'd made together? All the times you'd fought side by side?

His heart was breaking even as he tried to smile at you, reassuring you that until your memory returned - if it ever would, considering the severity of your fall - he would be there, nursing you back to health.

You couldn't help but feel some of his sorrow grip your heart, feeling like this boy must have been someone truly special to you if he held your hand so tenderly.

Nezuko:

Nezuko shrieks when she and the others get the news - and she begs her brother to go check on you. He agrees immediately, and before they know it, the whole group is at the Butterfly Estate, and Nezuko is rushing through the halls, trying to get to you.

It takes you more than a week to wake up - and Nezuko spends that time crying, clutching your hand to her forehead, desperately trying to will you to wake up. She refuses to leave your side, shrugging off Aoi's, and even her brother's, pleas for her to rest.

The moment you wake up, she's asleep, hand still pressed to her face. At the sound of your heartbeat picking up speed, her eyes are wide open, and fresh tears dribble down her face as she cradles yours in her hands. She's careful, so so careful, and despite the instant screaming fear of demon in your brain, you realize this one means no harm.

Nezuko is heartbroken when the group is told that you've lost your memory of the last year and a half. Every time your wary gaze falls on her, she can feel herself shattering just a little bit more. You haven't looked at her that way since the night you first met - and despite how much she wants to crawl into your arms and stay there until you remember the love you shared, she holds back, not wanting you to reject her altogether.

Zenitsu:

Zenitsu drops everything the moment he gets word of your accident - and he rushes to be at your side, despite Aoi and the girls staging a roadblock when he roars through the Estate. At their demands for him to let you rest, he begs to see you anyway - and he can feel his heart shatter when he sees just how small you seem in the infirmary bed, your skin pale and clammy with your near-death experience. Though he can hear your heartbeat, it's faint and sluggish - and he sits at your bedside, determined to wait however long it took for you to wake up.

It takes longer than he expects. It's a week of painful waiting until you open your eyes - and of course, to his luck, it was at a moment when he let himself be led away by Aoi and Tanjiro to get something to eat. He runs to your room, and as he slams the door open, breathless and flushed, your startled, wary look stuns him cold.

You completely lost your memory of the last year and a half that you'd spent together - and that meant here you were, back at square one - except this time, he wasn't that crying, sniveling Mizunoto who groveled at your feet and begged you to marry him.

However heartbroken he is to realize all of your happy memories are lost, he tries his best to square his shoulders and take his time at your side, hopeful to help you make new ones and remember the love you had for each other.

Inosuke:

Inosuke goes numb with disbelief as Tanjiro and Zenitsu drag him to the Estate, stumbling over their words as they filled him in on your accident. It isn't until he's staring at you lying in bed that he realizes this is real, this is happening, and he almost lost the most important person in his life.

He refuses to get up from your bedside, for once his appetite gone. Aoi tries and tries and tries to get him to get up and eat, to drink more than water, to sleep - but he holds your hand tighter and stares daggers, and eventually, she backs off.

When you wake up, he's overjoyed - he talks a mile a minute until he realizes you're staring at him blankly. And then his hopes are crushed when you ask what day it is, and he realizes you don't remember a single thing of your relationship.

In fact, the last thing you remember is passing out after becoming a Mizunoto - the past year and a half of your memory is missing, and he has a hard time with this news. Denial runs through him like the blood in his veins - you can't just forget about him. You can't. You have so many memories together!

But still you stare at him blankly. And so he sits, numb, as you recover, daring to hope that one day you'll wake up and everything will be back to the way it was, and you can look at him with the same adoration that haunted his dreams.

Giyuu:

No. No, no, no, please. Not you. Anyone but you. He can't lose you too.

Giyuu races to be at your side, but no matter how hard he pinches himself, no matter how many times he reassures himself that this must be a terrible nightmare, he is continuously reminded that this is real and this is happening. He almost lost you, and here you are, too small for this infirmary bed, too close to death's door for how vibrant you had been just yesterday.

Two weeks pass until you wake up again, and from the moment you lay eyes on him, the polite wariness in your gaze crushes him into paste. Shinobu confirms it, and he wants to die on the spot: you've lost your memory of the past year and a half - and with that, all traces of your relationship.

He surmises he ought to be grateful you aren't dead, but it's still so hard seeing you struggle to heal, and it's still so hard to hear you talk to him like a stranger. After all of the time you spent together, after all of the hours of opening up and baring his heart, all of it - you couldn't remember?

It's hard to stay at your side while you get back on your own two feet again. Many times, he hid from you, unable to keep his grief at bay. But when you ask one of the girls where he's gotten to, he reappears, hoping that he can keep up his façade for just a little longer, until you can accept him into your arms again, as if everything was going to be alright.

Kyojuro:

He rushes to your side, hoping beyond all hope that this is all just a fluke. It's a prank, it has to be - there's no way you--

But you were. And he can feel his heart aching every time he sees you lying unconscious, looking too small in that bed and too lifeless for him to handle. Kyojuro sits with you as much as he can, talking to you, pleading with you to be alright. So when you wake up, and you look at him with some recognition, hope rises in his chest - and is immediately crushed when you don't greet him like you had grown used to doing, but rather, with a polite detachment that made him suddenly realize you had no idea who he was.

Despair hits hard as he tries to help you recover the last year and a half of your memories. Every morning, he wakes up hoping it was all just a horrible dream, but then he sees you struggling to hold your chopsticks and he realizes that this is no dream. It's a nightmare, and he can't seem to get out of it.

Muichiro:

All too quickly, he's reminded of how it felt in the weeks and months after losing Yuichiro - and he rushes to the Estate, determined to at least be at your side whether you lived or died. Luckily, Aoi said that you were just recovering, though the bandages and the pallor to your skin didn't exactly inspire hope.

He remained there for as long as it took you to wake up - and when you did, you didn't look at him with the warmth and love he remembered so fondly. You looked at him as if he were any other person, with a tight sort of wariness to your smile that clued him in that you didn't exactly have the most positive feelings about him.

The aftermath is crushing, and it's hard. He wants so badly for things to go back to the way they had been before you left for that mission - but your healing is slow and your memory is slower, and he finds himself frustrated that he just can't get you to remember your love for him. Meanwhile, you're endlessly confused at why the aloof, standoffish Tokito you knew before had suddenly become so soft. And why did he look so pained when you referred to him by that name?

He cries himself to sleep more often than not, wishing that this was all just some horrible nightmare he was about to wake up from.

Shinobu:

Her heart skips several beats when you're rushed in, pale as death and still bleeding despite the wrappings holding your skull shut. She works personally through the night with Aoi, desperately trying to stabilize you and begging ceaselessly for you to live.

When your condition at last improves, she allows herself to rest, knowing the others could handle you. And then she gets the news that you've awakened... except...

You address her as Kocho-san, with the kind of detached politeness you had when you'd first met, and you ask her if she liked the dango you'd sent her as a thank-you gift for healing you the first time. Her heart sinks through the floor when she realizes what this means, and for the first time in a long time, she feels like crying.

Still, she tries her best to put on a smile for you, and carries out her duties as usual - except she can't bear to look at you, grief stinging her heart and her eyes as she realizes just what she lost.

You can't help but wonder about the beautiful woman with the fake smile and sorrowful eyes. You remembered that she was the poison expert of the Corps, but for the life of you, you just couldn't quite pinpoint why you were so drawn to her, or why she looked so heartbroken whenever you said her name.

Gyomei:

When he got the news of your accident, he couldn't help his desperate rush to be at your side. Gyomei prays harder than he ever has before that he won't lose you too - and when he reaches the Estate and learns that you're alive, he sobs himself to sleep out of relief.

But it takes you more than a week to wake up - and when you do, the first thing you do is panic, demanding to know where you are and where your parents are. You don't even recognize him past 'that man the cats like'. He's no longer Gyomei, the man you loved so ceaselessly - he was Himejima, one of the few pillars you actually liked to visit your parents' inn.

You can't help but be startled by how much he cries in your presence - you had heard he wore his emotions on his sleeve, but there's such a downtrodden aura to the giant of a man that it worries you. Why does he insist on staying at your bedside, despite how painful it looks for him to even hold your hand? Why does everyone call you a slayer, when the last thing you remember is going to bed after helping your parents with chores? Why... why does everyone look at you with so much pity?

It takes you a while to adjust to this bizarre reality you've woken up into. Gyomei is endlessly patient as he helps you recover, telling you little things here and there about your life - and the more time he spends with you, the more desperate you are to recapture just all of your life that you'd lost.

Sanemi:

He can't help but stand there in disbelief. How could this have happened, and to someone like you?

He desperately makes his way to the Estate, pleading against all odds, to whatever deity was listening, that you would be okay. You had to be okay. He couldn't lose you too.

Unfortunately, by the time he got there, Shinobu could only remind him that it was a waiting game for you to wake up. You had very nearly died, and even now you looked so limp and near death that it was hard to keep the tears at bay. He sat at your side, cursing himself for not going with you. If only he had taken that mission, if only he had been there, if only... if only...!

It takes over a week for you to wake up again, and all of his hopes are shattered when you address him, warily, by Shinazugawa-san. As you wonder where you are and what happened, all he can do is despair. Why? Why does this always happen to him?

Despite your wariness around the infamous slayer, you can't help but feel drawn to him. Why is he always so sad when he's around you? Why does his hand falter inches from yours? Why does he always look as if he's dying to hold you and why do you feel like crying every time you think about it?

Akaza:

No. No, please, this can't be happening. Not to you.

Akaza roars as he cradles your body, human warmth suddenly very cold to his hands as he very seriously considers, for a moment, turning you himself. But then the guilt seizes him, and it seizes him hard - and at last, he leaves you at the nearest doctor's doorstep, hoping beyond all hope that you can be saved.

To distract himself, he finds himself wandering back to your home, and he spends hours in your bedroom, looking at every trinket, every reminder of you - and his undead heart clenches.

Finally, after a week of trying to ignore his own worry, he decides to sneak out to see you again. Long past sundown, he finds himself at that doctor's house again, and as he peeked through the window, he noticed you sitting up, awake, though with a faraway gaze.

Judging by your startled flinch when he slips through the window, and the shout that almost reaches your lips, the fall must have taken more from you than he thought it would. And then you confirmed, much to his despair, that you had no clue who he was.

Why does everything he love have to be snatched away from him, one by one?

The sight of your nervous eyes haunts his mornings and follows him through his nights, and he can't stop the tears when he watches over your slumbering form, wondering if you would ever remember him - not Upper Moon Three, but Akaza. Your Akaza.

Douma:

When you wake up to several fretting people standing over you, you understandably freak out a little. And then the most dazzling man you'd ever seen walks into the bedroom you had woken up in, and suddenly you're convinced this is all just a dream. The last thing you remember is falling asleep, excited for the errand your mentor Iroha told you to do in the morning, and now you're waking up in... wherever this is, to a tall platinum-haired man fretting over you and calling himself your lover. Never mind his strangely hypnotic eyes... who was he? Where was your master? And where were you?

Douma is very shocked and disappointed to learn that you don't remember a thing from the past year and a half - but that's no trouble. Even if your old memories are gone, it's very easy to make new ones, he surmises. And so, he begins his plan to woo you all over again, intent on making you fall even harder in love than before.

You have to admit, this is all very strange... but Douma is just so charming, and everywhere you go, people stare at you in envy or awe. Despite the pull your sword and haori have on you, despite the nagging doubts about what happened to Iroha-sama, and despite the distant note of danger that strikes in your brain every time Douma holds out his hand, you figure there's little harm in enjoying someone doting on you for once.

Kokushibo:

He's the one that finds you lying there, limbs still twitching and drool dribbling down the side of your face as your blood seeps into the dirt. He's the one who takes you to his master, pleading for him to save your life. He's the one who keeps a vigilant guard over you for the week it takes you to wake up again, and he's the one who feels his undead heart break just a little when you stare at him with awe and horror.

Of course it was his luck that your memory of him was gone. Of course it had to happen to you, the most precious thing he kept in his thoughts. But as he thinks to himself that he should leave you to live a normal life, free from the stigma of being his, you timidly grasp at his sleeve and ask him to stay.

And stay he does, helping you get back on your feet (literally) and helping you with the gaps in your memory. You can't help but be drawn to him with how softly he still looks at you and with how tenderly he holds your shaky hands. Despite the overwhelming melancholy that seems to stick to him, you figure he must be someone you loved dearly, if the longing you felt tugging at your chest overpowered the wariness that came with being face-to-face with Upper Moon One.

Even as you try to jog your memory by visiting your aunt, you can't help but miss him, and you can't help but cry yourself to sleep, cursing that attack for messing everything up.

Muzan:

The sharp scent of your blood is what greets him through his underling's memories, followed closely by the sight of your own body, still wide-eyed as blood seeped from the back of your head and into the dirt. Muzan immediately comes to your rescue, cradling you in his arms as he curses the one he'd sent - out of every last slayer, the last one he had ever wanted to die was you.

He's quite tempted to turn you, but then he realizes that would be the boring choice - your spark of life, your human defiance, it's all so much more fun than it would be to have you under his command, ready to die if he ever wished it. He pauses, dumbfounded, when he realizes he would much rather have you human and dying than alive and a demon.

Nevertheless, he takes you back to the castle and works on saving your life. It's nearly a week when your eyes finally open - and when there's no relief or recognition in your face, he realizes something has gone very wrong.

All of your memories from the past year and a half are gone. He kills a hundred people in the blind rage that follows that revelation.

But then, he sees it as a challenge. Though you look at him with the wariness one might a total stranger upon figuring out that you've awoken in their bed, he takes this time to charm you. To you, he was the charismatic wealthy young man who had saved you from a vicious demon attack. Despite your memory loss, he was determined to woo you even faster and more accurately than before, relishing in the dependence your accident imposed on you.

Yoriichi:

His heart drops to the pit of his stomach when he finds you lying in a pool of your own blood. Panic seizes him for several horrible moments before he snaps out of it, scoops you into his arms (so, so lifeless, he realizes), and hauls you off to the closest doctor he can find. He's never been this distraught since the day he met you, and for the agonizing week it takes for you to wake up, he spends a lot of it sitting at your bedside, praying desperately for you to be alright.

When you finally wake up, all of the hope he had was crushed in an instant when you looked at him with a wary curiosity and asked him who he was and where you were. You... you had forgotten him? All of the time you spent traveling together, every sweet glance, every breathless moment - all of it was lost?

He's very, very tempted to send you back to your parents'. He figures he's cursed, doomed to wander the earth alone until he kills that man... but then here you are, touching his hand, staring up at him with those beautiful eyes that always seemed to cast away every last worry... here you are, touching his hand and making him regret every last impulse to abandon one of the best things that had ever happened to him.

Despite your foggy mind, when you look at him, you can't help but feel a deep, panging sorrow, one that isn't yours. Whatever he meant to you, you decide, he must have been worth leaving home for.

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A/N: Please tell me what you thought.