Sakura in Demon Slayer but I can't write.

鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime) 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Manga) Naruto (Anime & Manga)
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Sakura in Demon Slayer but I can't write.
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Summary
Instead of it being one of the "Sakura activates a portal and falls into whatever universe you can think of", I actually write it as if she was an existing character in Kimetsu No Yaiba from the start. She follows a life of travel after her parents quite literally gave up on her before giving her a chance to prove her worth, and eventually weasels her way into a life of slaying demons she never wanted. She's a bit feral though.
Note
For the love of all that is good and holy, I can't write to save my life, so please, be patient. On this account or series, I do not follow the canonical attitude Sakura has, as I am unsatisfied with how she came out as unaffected from everything as she is. She will be mad. She will be feral and drugged up, cry about it. And no, she doesn't have pink hair and green eyes in this, I made her actually natural looking. English is NOT my native language, so some words may be in the wrong time or just not correct.
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Chapter 1

This first chapter does not contain much, as it is still a work in progress. It will be fast paced and not very well written out.

 

Sakura had been a good kid, was a lie her parents told before they basically sent her off with no return, by leaving her with limited supplies on the edge of a forest.

 

The splinters dug into her feet through the raggedy socks, her false parents forgetting to leave her any footwear. The cold air would've hurt more if she hadn't been so accepting of this. She tried to not pay attention to the slowly setting sun, leaving her behind the horizon that she cannot see. She didn't think night time would be an issue, as no one has bothered to teach her anything about demons.

 

She picked up her pace, tearing through thorny foliage and not paying attention to how it stings her skin more than the splinters. Her eyes caught an abandoned axe stabbed into a stump of wood. Without thinking of who or what it belonged to, she stomped over and tore out the thing, before resuming on the "walk". If there was one thing that came in handy, that was her inhumane strength.

 

Walking. Walking. Walking. An agonizing montage of walking and getting mad at some old roots tripping her, she heard sloppy and heavy footsteps and feral breathing.

 

She swears to whatever deity there is above, that if it's a bear, may it maul her quickly.

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