"AYA!"

The scream tore it's way from Leyona's throat as she stood by the doorway, watching in complete horror at the spray of blood arching and the body falling towards the ground. She kicked off the ground, speeding over towards Aya and catching her in her arms.

No. No, no, no. I never apologized to her! Funny, that that was the one thing Leyona had thought of when she witnessed Aya getting mortally wounded. I never....

Aya's voice came out in a gurgle, blood pouring from her mouth and flowing freely from the massive wound on her stomach, cutting from her belly to her throat. The scarlet liquid was staining Leyona's uniform and Kanao's haori, her ribs throbbed at the pressure of Aya pressing against them, sending sharp prickles of pain down Leyona's spine as she jerked her attention away from her thought's.

No, please. I never said sorry, I never apologized for what I said to her! 

Leyona ignored it all, staring at Aya, tears rolling down her cheeks as blood roared in her ears. She was vacantly aware that Neito was standing just a few paces away, but currently she didn't give a fuck, the fear and panic and desperation pounding in her chest like a wardrum, eyes wide.

Aya spoke.

Please, not again....

It was slurred, and quiet, but as she weakly brushed a lock of hair behind Leyona's ear, the girl couldn't care less.

"Your eyes are golden now." Aya murmured, and Leyona sobbed harder, unable to get words across. "I never noticed...how pretty you where." 

Please Kami, NOT AYA! ANYONE BUT AYA! PLEASE!

"Aya, please-" Leyona gasped out, one hand clutching Aya's stomach in a poor attempt to stop the bleeding. "Aya please! I-" 

Aya's eyes darkened, and her breathing slowed until it stopped. 

"I love you." 

Aya was dead. 

And a guttural scream tore it's way from Leyona's throat as Neito looked on, expression unreadable, as Aya's blood stained her fingers and uniform, tears streaming down her face and she clutched Aya's body close to her chest, sobbing and screaming and begging to Kami, for whatever god that was out there, to bring Aya back. 

"KAMI WHY! WHY! WHY ME?! WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME?!" She screamed.

Kami didn't answer, not even as Leyona collapsed, her forehead touching Aya's, begging for her best friend back. 

The scream echoed throughout the shrine, loud and full of pain and grief, causing Hiari to hesitate in his stance slightly, flinching at the noise. Ai glanced over her shoulder for a brief moment, and nearly got slammed into a wall.

By soundwaves, coming from a demon with a harp and hundreds upon hundreds of hands. 

Hiari and Ai couldn't seem to land a hit on him, the harp made it so every move they made was blocked.  The white-haired boy tried to think of something, of someway to beat this demon, when another demon broke through the wall beside them.

The wall, which was solid rock. 

Dear Kami,  why was he here?

A person followed the demon, and it the white-haired demon that had led them here, blood shining from a cut on her temple as her lip's  twisted back into a snarl at the demon on the floor. Beyond them, Hiari, Ai, and the harp demon stopped in their fighting momentarily to stare. 

The demon on the floor yelped and disappeared in a puff of smoke, and Yukiharo whipped her head around. "Oh come on!" She shouted, and Hiari flinched back.  The demon was reminding him of father when he didn't do well enough at swordplay.

A solid twang rang out, and Hiari's head whipped around to see the air ripple with a soundwave. Without a word, Ai through herself into him, knocking them both to the ground and the soundwave creating a literal crater in the wall.

Hiari swallowed.  That had been to close for comfort.

The storm raged outside, and Muzan embraced it.

He tipped his head to the sky, torrents of rain berating his face, the dark clouds completely blocking the sun. The cries of confusion down in the village below turned into fear and panic as demons tore them apart.

And he smiled, his head turning downwards, facing the slayer standing before him.

"Kamado Tanjiro. How good it is to see you."

His red eyes flicked to right, and smiled warmly at the demon beside Tanjiro. 

"Kamado Nezuko. It has been a while."

Tanjiro tensed, teeth gritting as he clutched a sword in his remaing hand, anger flashing in his eyes.

"And Zenitsu Agatsuma. It has been a while, has it not? I'd love to talk, but I have..." Muzan gestured to the sky above him. "...things to do."

Muzan's gaze traveled along the trio. "Where is the boy with the boy mask, or Tsuyuri Kanao-"

"Take her name out of your filthy mouth!" Tanjiro shouted suddenly, shifting into a stance. "You don't deserve to speak it!" He lunged forward, swing in an arch as he yelled. Nezuko took this as an opportunity to slash her palm, scarlet blood pouring out as she appeared to be a blur, throwing blood up towards his face. Zenitsu gritted his teeth against the pain, and in a crack of lightning bolted towards Muzan.

Lightning crackled, thunder boomed, and the rain drove on.

The statue's head was foggy. Where was she?  Who was she?

Shaking her head to clear the cobwebs, she glanced around, long light brown horns trailing behind her and golden eyes flicking from place to place.

Lightning boomed, and Inazuma remembered. 

Shattered Legacy Secret

Inazuma is about as old as the universe.