The Fox And The Sun

The Fox and the Sun

Demon and Demon Slayer in one? A paradox, but you were the living proof. For two good centuries, you served the Demon Slayer Corps as the Fox-Hashira, only in your mind your revenge against the Demon King, who had made you a demon. It took a kind boy with the sun in his soul to remind yourself of your humanity. Fox-Demon!ReaderXTanjiro Kamado

I gave the Spider Family a big sister so Reader-Chan had to fight someone. Hope you all are okay with that.

Now on with the story.

Chapter 1: The Fox Hashira

When you and your two Hashira colleagues arrived on Mt. Natagumo you found slaughter Demon Slayers everywhere.

After smelling this much blood, the familiar hunger in you came up. You gulped down the excessive saliva, ignoring your demonic instincts.

You weren’t anymore the monster Kitsune. The one who slaughters whole villages for human flesh.

For a good 50 years now, you could survive only on blood from volunteers.

Didn’t stop Tomioka to give you a worried glance, while Shinobu took your hand.

“All good?”, she whispered. “I have a blood bag with me in any case.”

 You squeezed her hand.

“I would appreciate it.”

You didn’t want to risk anything. Better have a full belly to be on the safer side.

Wordless Shinobu handed you the blood bag and you started right away to drink it.

Ah, B negative.

Tasty.

Tactful both Tomioka and Shinobu let you drink in peace, not commenting on it, while they talked with each other. Well, Shinobu talked and Tomioka just stared at the dead bodies.

“Were you acquainted with any of them?”, the female Hashira wondered. “There don’t seem to be any survivors around here. We were advised that several rookie Mizunoto had joined the battle, but they might be dead by now, don’t you think?”

“As soon as Inari-San is done, we go.”, answered her Tomioka simply.

You gulped down the last bit of blood and nodded.

“Let’s go.”

You three started to run through the forest.

“Isn’t the moon lovely?”, asked Shinobu.

She and her small talk.

You humored her. “Indeed.”

You could see how she smiled at you.

“Since we’ve been given this joint mission, let’s try to get along.”, she directed her next words to Tomioka.

You and her got along without problems.

Since you joined the Demon Slayer Corps you had been friends with the family Kocho. You remember holding Shinobu as a little baby in your arms, while…while you gave Kanae a piggyback ride.

No matter how many deaths you witnessed, it always hurt to lose people.

And in your long life, you had lost a lot of beloved people.

Tomioka answered Shinobu with a simple: “I’m only here to slay some demons.”

“How callous of you!”, she tutted then turned to you two. “All right, then, let’s split up here. I shall proceed from the west.”

“I will take the north.”, you offered.

The only male agreed and you all were off to your directions.

Soon you found yourself in a clearing, which made you wrinkle your nose in disgust.

These were once human bodies, but they were melted like ice cream in the hot summer sun.

Thankful you weren’t that distracted by the rotten smell and scene before you because you clearly heard how someone tried to spit on you.

No kidding.

In an elegant flick-flack, you jumped to safety, drawing your Katana.

“Ara, ara, little human, stay still, it won’t hurt much.”, promised a female voice.

It was a young woman with white hair in an elegant bun. She wore a pretty white kimono with some red details. Her face was painted with red circles.

A lower demon.

Spider.

You smelled it in the air around her.

One of your Blood Demon Arts was transformation, like the Kitsune from folklore. Besides the whisker marks on your cheek, you appeared to anyone completely human. Nothing gave away your demonic existence.

Only a high-ranking Upper Moon and Muzan self could see through your illusion.

“Mmh, you are a cute one.”, cooed the Spider-Demon. “Sadly I have to kill you.”

Her cheeks became round and she spits at you a fountain that could only be poison.

You were more than ready for her.

Total concentration! Fox-Breathing! Third Form! Up and About!

It seemed like you vanished on the spot, only to appear over her, on your side two copies of yourself. The first copy slashed her from left to right, the second from right to left and you slashed her neck.

The demon was dead before she realized what happened.

Calmy you sheeted your Katana, watching how she dissolved in million pieces.

This wasn’t the Lower Moon of this mountain.

So you kept on searching.

On your search, you found Demon Slayer comrades imprisoned in spider webs and even in giant balls of spider threads. You cut through all and saved their lives.

You order the freed prisoners to wait for the Kakushi and kept searching for the Lower Moon.

That’s when you heard one of the kasugai crows calling loudly: “Tanjiro and the demon Nezuko are to be taken back to headquarters alive!”

Shocked you stopped and stared at the crow flying over your head.

Did you hear right?!

“Tanjiro, dressed in a checkered haori, with a scar on his forehead! Nezuko, a female demon with a bamboo muzzle! Bring them back! Bring them back!”

You did!

What could this all mean?!

You didn’t think and let your instinct wash over you.

In one second you were running on two human legs in the next you took the form of a fox as big as a horse, racing through the forest to find this demon named Nezuko.

Was she like you?

Why else would they keep a demon alive?

You run as fast as you could, soon reaching a familiar girl with a side ponytail and a butterfly clip in her hair.

You transformed back into your human form, reaching her.

“Kanao-Chan.”, you called and she turned to you. You could now see over what she had been crouching.

It looked like a little pretty girl with a bamboo muzzle.

That must be Nezuko, the description of her and what you smelled told you all.

Kanao made a deep bow.

“Inari-Sama.”

You patted her head and once again asked her to drop this. You know Kanao since she was a little girl, she didn’t need to bow before you and give you the Sama title.

You told Kanao you would take over now and she should help with the Kakushi.

Of course, she did as she was told, so you could crouch down to Nezuko’s level.

She had wonderful pink eyes, looking at you in curiosity. Her little nose moved, she smelled the air, then gave you a surprised look.

No…she couldn’t tell?

Could she?

“Do you know…I’m like you?”, you asked her quietly.

Nezuko gave you a tiny nod, making cute noises.

Gosh, she was adorable.

“Come. Can I pick you up and then let’s find your brother.”, you cooed at her sweetly.

Like a toddler, she raised her arms and you place her on your hip.

Strange.

She felt warm.

Like a sunray.

That was untypical for a demon.

Nezuko was really like you it seemed.

Together you picked up a wooden box in which, Nezuko crawled in after the sun began to rise.

So she still wasn’t immune to sunlight.

You wonder for how long she had been a demon.

“Inari-Sama, Inari-Sama!”, voices called for you.

It was two Kakushi, one had a boy with a scar and checkered haori over his shoulder.

“This must be the brother of my little demon friend in the box.”, you mussed.

The boy had a soft but handsome face. You really liked his hair color. Dark red was something unique.

Also, you felt warm coming from him. Warm like the sun.

He was as strange as his sister.

Human didn’t feel so warm to you, but the presence of the boy seemed to nearly burn you.

Curious, simply curious.

It was now fully morning and you stand beside Mitsuri and the other Hashira around the sleeping Tanjiro in the Demon Slayer Headquarters.

Goto from the Kabushi tried to wake him up. Not gently mind you. He seemed one step away from kicking the young boys behind.

Finally, he woke up, staring in utter confusion at you all.

“Bummer. I heard he was a Demon Slayer with a demon in tow, so I was looking forward to seeing someone more flamboyant…”, trailed off Tengen. “But that’s one drab-looking dude, huh?”

“Yes! And now, we’ll put this boy on trial! I see!”, said Rengoku.

Mitsuri was holding into one of your arms. You swore you could hear her think how beautiful this all was with Tanjiro protecting his demon sister.

Still confused Tanjiro tried to sit up, asking who you guys were, only for Goto to push him back down again.

“Don’t open your mouth just yet, you moron! Just who do you think is standing before you?!”, scolded the Kakushi. “You’re in the presence of the Hashiras!”

You could clearly see how Tanjiro had no idea what a Hashira was. He must be for a short time a Demon Slayer.

Shinobu stepped forward to give the lost boy at least some answers: “This is the Demon Slayers’ headquarters. And you’re about to be put on trial… Kamado Tanjiro-Kun.”

You formally tasted his desperation in the air.

“Before we start the trial, why don’t you explain the crime you’ve comm –“

“There’s no need for a trial!”, interrupted Rengoku Shinobu. “Protecting a demon is a clear violation of the code! We’re within our rights to deal with him on our own! We’re going to behead him along with the demon!”

“In that case, I’ll be glad to decapitate him flamboyantly. I’ll show you the most flamboyant blood spray you’ll ever see. I’m talking max flamboyance.”, boosted Tengen himself up.

Mitsuri gripped harder your arm, whispering: “Inari-Chan, can’t you do something? For you was made an exception, why not for this boy and his sister too?”

“I’m thinking…”, you whisper back.

The truth was you weren’t sure if you could pull Rank on anybody before they turned Tanjiro and his sister into sliced pieces of meat.

Yes, you were the oldest.

Yes, you were the strongest.

But you weren’t Oyakata-Sama. He called the shots.

While you were having your little crisis Himejima pitied Tanjiro, Tokitou was lost in his own thoughts and Tanjiro self seemed to look for Nezuko, which in turn made Goto angry, since the boy didn’t give you all the respect you earned.

Himejima, Rengoku, and Uzui were ready to just kill Tanjiro there and now.

Okay, you needed to say something.

You clapped your hands loudly so that all turned to you.

“We are not going to kill the boy and his sister.”, you told them. “Yes, technically he broke the rules, but it wouldn’t be the first time the Demon Slayer Corps made an exception. We shall wait for Oyakata-Sama’s decision. So if one of you tries to harm them, I gonna pull Rank on all of you and beat your asses until next week understood?!”

Your Hashira colleagues mumbled all together a yes senpai, while Tanjiro looked at you in aww.

You did your best not to turn red under his pretty red eyes. Red eyes normally meant evil, yet his red was so pretty and soft that you wanted to dive in.

You stopped your train of thoughts alone. No, more than friendship with humans would break your heart. You can’t forget that.

That’s when Tanjiro called where Nezuko was and the names of his friends.

But the only one responding to him was Iguro, chilling like always on the tree with his snake Kaburamaru: “Forget that. What will we do with Tomioka?”

Automatically you all turned to the Water Pillar, who was standing alone a few meters away from you.

“Seeing him there without any restraints is giving me a headache. Based on what Kochou told us, Tomioka is just as guilty of breaking Corps rules.”, reminded Iguro. “How will we deal with him? How should we make him take responsibility? What kind of lesson should we teach him? Don’t you have anything to say, Tomioka?”

Tomioka, of course, said nothing. Shinobu meant that this wasn’t important right now, since he did come back here without the need to use force and she was more interested why Tanjiro had a demon with him, even if it’s against the rules.

The young boy tried to explain, yet thanks to his wounds only coughs came out of his mouth. You smelled a bit of blood in the air.

Tanjiro needs healing, not an interrogation, yet you couldn’t do anything right now.

At least Shinobu gave him some water with painkillers in it. After he took a good sip, Tanjiro told you how his whole family had been slaughtered by a demon, leaving only him and his transformed sister behind. He swore up and down that she never hurt and never would hurt a human.

You formally felt how all Hashira’s looked at you. You know, they wanted you to talk with him.

If Nezuko was any bit like you, you were the best to talk to Tanjiro.

“She never tasted human flesh?”, you asked. “Never? Not even blood?”

“No! She uses sleep to regain her energy!”

“Absurd.”, Obonai shook his head. “Even Inari-Senpai needs to drink blood and she is over two centuries old! If she’s family, no wonder you’re defending her. I can’t trust a single word you’re saying. I, for one, don’t believe you.”

Tanjiro blinked confused, while you all tried not to facepalm.

Awesome Obonai!

Just tell a not Hashira straight away that a demon is in the Ranks of the Hashira.

The snake Hashira realized that he probably thought out aloud and seemed to blush under his bandages.

“Forgive me…”, he called ashamed of himself over to you.

You waved your hand.

What was done was done.

Now you heard Tanjiro gasp for air.

“You…you are a demon? But you smell nothing like one!”

“Are you implying I smell bad?”, you shoot back angrily, which made nearly everyone laugh, and Tanjiro stutters.

“N-No! Y-You smell nice, human!”

“Nice safe, boy.”, cackled Tengen and you hit him with your elbow in his stomach.

The sound Hashira nearly toppled over.

“Tengen-Kun, shut it or I’m telling on your wives.”, you said with a fake sweet smile.

He gave you a thumbs up. Good, he still knew where his place was.

You decide to kneel with Shinobu before Tanjiro.

“Kamado Tanjiro.”, you began. “I’m since two centuries a part of the Demon Slayer Corps and lived before that a century as a "normal" demon. For 50 years I haven’t eaten human flesh and I’m happy with blood. Yet you claim your sister never ever had either. How long has she been a demon?”

“T-Two years, ma’am.”

“Do you see the problem here, my colleagues have with your narrative? I’m a good demon too, I fight against my own kind for humanity, yet it took me decades to be there where I am now and your sister, so young, already managed?”

“I know it sounds crazy, but it’s true! Please if you really are a demon, you must have smelled something different on Nezuko.”

Before you could answer you heard Shinazugawa’s voice: “Well, well, I see you have some fun brewing here. Is that the moron Slayer who has a demon with him? What the hell are you trying to pull here?”

Shinobu and you stood up and face your follow Hashira.

“What are you doing with Nezuko’s box?”, you demanded to know.

“Shinazugawa, please don’t act out of line.”, added Shinobu.

Of course, he didn’t listen and mocked Tanjiro.

“What did you say about that demon, kid? That she can fight as a Demon Slayer to protect humans? She is not Inari-Senpai with over 100 years of experience and even our senpai still needs blood to survive. Do you know what we call that? A total delusion, you moron!”

Then he gets his katana out and steps Nezuko through the box! You feel how your canines grow and a growl comes out of your mouth. Shinobu grips you by the shoulders so you don’t tackle Shinazugawa to the ground.

You were biased, you know that.

You already liked Nezuko, you felt a connection to her. There weren’t many good demons like you and her. Seeing her getting hurt by one of your Hashira colleagues made the demon in you come out.

Luckily for you, Tanjiro freacking headbutted Shinazugawa and took the box from him. It showed how much he really loved his sister. He didn’t care who hurt her, he would make them pay twice for it.

You stopped growling and your canines shrunk back.

For now, you were calm again.

You hoped Oyakata-Sama would soon arrive, this meeting was a powder kettle ready to explode!

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Sakura Haruno is and was a character who divided the Naruto Fandom. The most common argument against her was that she was useless. Now what one shall do if you are reborn as her? Our elderly MC for sure will do anything, do not be her!

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An 85-year-old granny and Naruto Fan gets reborn into the Shinobi world as Sakura Haruno. Rejected canon and modeled herself after Mitsuri Kanroji from Demon Slayer.

Chapter 1: The new Sakura

Maybe God or whoever put me in this position had a bit of mercy on me.

First I didn’t wake up Sakura, now my parents, after I screamed about my situation and second I woke up early enough in the morning, to get breakfast and go shopping for some Ninja Gear.

What Sakura owned differed from my style and Mitsuri Kanroji's; I needed to buy a new wardrobe.

Also let me tell you it was so strange being treated like a kid again, like a daughter, after three decades. I lost my parents sadly one after another in a short time.

Kizashi and Mebuki were nice people, without question, but I yearned for my parents since I was young again.

For the moment I ignored the feeling and looked around the clothing store I was in to find my new ninja gear.

Sakura's red battle dress, which I wore, would land in the trash soon.

I didn’t find 100% Mitsuri clothes, but the outfit had the colours of her uniform. A simple T-shirt with white sleeves, mesh armour under and pants in the same cooler. I also wore black fingerless gloves, the Ninja shoes stayed the same and I put my headband sideways on my hips.

Happy but a lot Ryo poorer I made my way to the Ninja Academy.

It’s a shame I woke up here when Team 7 got started. How should I get my Kenjutsu good enough before we reach the Wave Arc?

Zabuza and Haku are a headache just waiting for me.

I could bemoan my destiny or just wing it and I decided to just wing it.

I knew what was gonna happen, this was a huge advantage already.

No stress.

Let’s get this day over and tomorrow the Bell Test and then let’s see if I could start my Kenjutsu and testing if Breathing Styles worked here.

Thanks to Sakura’s memories I inherited, how else would I have found the clothing store, I reached the Academy without problems.

I slipped into the classroom sitting down on the first free seat I saw. No way, would I stand with the fangirls, worshipping Sasuke.

Slowly the classroom filled and since I didn’t want to sit between Naruto and Sasuke, Ino snatched the place.

She looked so smug.

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. Even heard hearing the cries of unfairness from the nameless fangirls.

Finally, Iruka-Sensei arrived and the class calmed down. He gave us all a proud and happy smile.

“Starting today, you are all official ninjas, but…You all are still new Genin…”

I started to zoom out since I knew his whole speech and waited when he started calling for the Teams.

And here it comes…

“Next the 7th group, Uzumaki Naruto. Haruno Sakura-”

 Happy Naruto jumped up from his seat, shouting a yeah and searched the classroom for me.

“Sakura-Chan! Sakura-Chan! Hey! We are in a team!”, he hollered.

Most expected me to be disappointed, I saw it in their looks, but I’m not this Sakura. I’m my version of Sakura.

So I just gave him a nod.

That everybody was shocked was the understatement of the century. Ino looked at me as if I lost my marbles and Naruto was confused, yet smiled happily.

His happy smile fell as Iruka-Sensei called for the last name.

“Uchiha Sasuke!”

Like a balloon that lost air Naruto grumbled down on his seat, bemoening his destiny.

Ino again searched my eyes, sure waiting that I rubbed it under her nose that I was with Sasuke, I just deadpanned.

This freaked her out more and I could swerve she cursed quietly.

I had to fight a snort.

This could be so much fun to mess with these youngsters. I may be again 13 years old, but I’m still old in mind.

I may have found another hobby.

After Naruto complains about being with Sasuke in a Team and Iruka-Sensei lectures him we are dismissed till our Jonin-Senseis show up to pick us up.

If hellhounds were after her Ino runs up my seat, hissing: “What the hell, forehead?!”

I'm just deadpan.

“If you wanna complain about being in a team with Shikamaru and Choji while I’m with Sasuke take it up with Iruka-Sensei.”

“This is not…Sakura what’s wrong with you? You dress differently and what have you done with your hair? You aren’t yourself!”

Cool as a cucumber I stand up and put my hands in my pantspocket.

“Ino. We are Ninjas now. In the eyes of the village, we are adults. It’s time to grow up.”

Dramatically I leave the classroom, leaving a flabbergasted Ino behind.

I don’t get far enough since Naruto catches up to me.

“Sakura-Chan!”, he yells. The boy needs to learn to keep his voice down. “Let’s eat together since we’re in the same group now.”

For a moment I wondered if we should invite Sasuke, but knowing the Uchiha he wouldn’t come surely. Another time we will try to bond with him.

So I said simply to Naruto: “Sure. Ichiraku Ramen sounds good?”

The joy on his face is so bright he could light up a whole town with it.

Wish I had a camera to take a pic and give it to Hinata. She would surely appreciate it.

He takes my arm and drags me to the Ramen Shop.

Lunch with Naruto is… interesting. The boy really talks about nothing and all. Reminds me of my youngest grandchild, my little Haru.

Like with him, I want to coo at Naruto and just pinch his adorable whisker cheeks, but I can stop myself.

It would be too weird.

Also, I’m trying to make clear to Naruto that I never want to that him.

I quite literally said: “Naruto, this is not a date and never will I date you. I’m simply not interested, but we can be friends.”

He seemed sad, yet happy that I wanted to be his friend.

Let’s hope it got to his thick skull and his crush on Sakura will die in the next few episodes…I should probably say weeks.

This is my life now, not an anime.

Ichiraku’s Ramen was so good, that I will definitely come here to eat.

With thank you’s to Teuchi and Ayame we make our way back to the academy.

Nothing really exciting happens after we sit down by Sasuke. The Uchiha did give me a suspicious look, but I just gave him a friendly nod and talked with Naruto about how good our lunch was.

Slowly but surely the Jonin Senseis came to pick up their teams, and then Iruka-Sensei left too, so we, Team 7, were all alone in the classroom.

I knew we would be waiting for a long time so I got out a notebook and began to draw. 

In my old life, I worked as an illustrator for children's books. 

I always liked drawing, I even learned to draw in Kishimoto’s Style. 

Maybe, in my younger days, I have drawn some NaruHina doujinshi, hust.

Anyway, I was drawing a scene with a mother who had her little girl sitting on her lap, both smiling loving at each other as Naruto shrieked: “He is late!”

“Just sit down and stop looking out the door. It will not make our Sensei appear faster.”, I told him, starting to shade.

“How can I when our sensei is the only one late?! All the other groups went somewhere with their sensei and Iruke-Sensei went already home.”

“We know Naruto, but it doesn’t change anything.”

I don't look up from my drawing while Naruto starts to set up his prank for Kakshi. Sasuke tells him that a Jonin would never fall for such a prank and that’s when I look up and see our dear Sensei Kakashi walk in as the eraser hits him on the head.

I snorted loudly, Naruto laughed, while Sasuke was just disappointed in the Jonin.

“How should I say this…”, musses Kakashi. “My first impression of your guys is…I hate you.”

Sasuke and Naruto frown, while I just deadpan.

We follow Kakshi to the roof.

Time to introduce us to each other.

I let it play out like in the canon timeline and Kakashi starts: “I’m Hatake Kakashi. I have no intention of telling you my likes and dislikes. As for my dream…I have a few hobbies.”

“What a letdown.”, I whisper to Naruto and Sasuke. “He only told us his name.”

Naruto nods in agreement.

It’s also now his turn.

“I’m Uzumaki Naruto. I like cup ramen. But I like the ramen at Ichiraku that Iruka-Sensei bought for me even more. I hate the three minutes that I have to wait after I put the hot water. My hobby is to eat and compare cup ramen! And my dream is to become greater than the Hokages. I’m going to make all the villagers recognise my existence.”

Kakashi-Sensei tells me now to go.

“I’m Haruno Sakura. I like travelling and learning new things. What I hate is ignorance and blindless hate. My hobbies include drawing, collecting mangas and knitting. My dream is to become a powerful kunoichi and show all chauvinistic pigs how strong a woman can be! Also, I would like to illustrate stories for children and one day have a family. I want to adopt.”

The looks I earn are priceless. 

Kakashi-Sensei seems utterly surprised, but approving, Sasuke frowns deepens and Naruto grins at me. I saw how for a short moment he was teary-eyed as I said I wanted to adopt in the future. Surely he thought about how he wished someone had adopted him.

Poor baby.

I will tell Hinata to give you a lot of kisses and hugs.

Now it’s our avenger turn.

“My name is Uchiha Sasuke. There are many things that I hate, and there aren’t a lot of things that I like. Also, I have an ambition that I have no intention to leave as just a dream. The revival of my clan, and killing a certain man.”

Another poor baby.

I wish I could tell him that Itachi isn’t the bad guy here, but an enormous asshole named Danzo.

Maybe if I somehow find proof…maybe I could avoid Itachi's death and Sasuke's intention to off Kohana.

If we had Itachi and Sasuke in the war with us it would give us an edge towards Obito, Madara, Black Zetsu and Kaguya.

Wait…if I destroy the Gedo Mazo and Black Zetsu before all this can happen then we could really get a happy end here.

Many unnecessary deaths, like Neji, could be avoided.

But how in the nine circles of hell should I pull this off?

I was so busy with my own plans, that I nearly didn’t hear how Kakshi explained to us the survival training and the fail rate of over 66.6%.

Oh, time to mess now with him a little.

“It means we have a 33.3% chance of passing, this are good enough odds in my book.”, I proclaim confidently.

This lifts my teammate's spirit up, while Kakshi I could swerve pouts a bit.

With a warning to us not to eat anything or we will puke, he leaves.

Well, first-day masterd, second day, the Bell Test in progress.

Ramble, Ramble, Ramble

I need to get something out of my chest.

I hate sometimes being an author.

Stories that you write with love and put a lot of thought into it get ignored and stories you thought randomly about at 3 a.m. are freacking well-loved, that even after you finish them, they still get comments or likes. *side-eyes Isekai'd as Chloe*

I noted also Reader Insert more loved than stories with OCs, I ask you why? WHY?

For us authors OCs are our kids, why don't you like my child, but as soon it's in the reader's perspective it's hot shit.

Currently, I want to write for Maiden of the Moon because I love my moon bunny Yua, I want to tell her story so much, but besides one person, no one commented on it.

Then we have The Fox and the Sun, which is really Mary-Sue if you think about it, Local Ex-Upper Demon is a Demon Slayer, overpowered, and will date sunshine child Tanjiro more at 11 p.m.

I bet if I made Maiden of the Moon a Reader too it would have been more liked.

What is this hate with OCs?

AN OC IS AN INVENTED CHARACTER OF A FAN AND THEY COULD NEVER DESTROY YOUR SACRED CANON SINCE IT'S A GODDAMN FAN CHARACTER IN A GODDAMN FANFICTION, A STORY WRITTEN BY A FAN WITH ABSOLUT NO POWER OVER THE ANIME/MANGA/MOVIE/TVSHOW/CARTON/COMIC/GAME/ETC.

I'm just...I don't get it!

I always loved OC, because, let's be real, most canon pairings suck, or canon is so stupid in a lot of things and needs someone to call out the bullcrap or canon ended so bad some needs to fix it.

I'm the strange one?

Like I want to really hear why Reader-Inserts can be the most Mary-Sue thing ever and all will eat it up, but a well-thought OC gets hate because they get shipped with a canon character, they change the storyline completely, they are the hero or etc.?

What is the difference?

What?

Also, pro-tip from an author if you love a story.....THEN COMMENT ON IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AUTHORS NEED COMMENTS LIKE FOOD, HOW THE HECK SHOULD WE KNOW YOU LOVE OUR STORY AND WANT MORE IF YOU DON'T TELL US. A LITTLE SMILEY-EMOJI IS ENOUGH. WE ARE AUTHORS WE WILL INTERPRET EVEN INCORRECT KEYSMASH AS SOMETHING POSITIVE.

Well more I don't have to say.

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The Fox and the Sun

Demon and Demon Slayer in one? A paradox, but you were the living proof. For two good centuries, you served the Demon Slayer Corps as the Fox-Hashira, only in your mind your revenge against the Demon King, who had made you a demon. It took a kind boy with the sun in his soul to remind yourself of your humanity. Fox-Demon!ReaderXTanjiro Kamado

Chapter 2: Good or Bad?

Your prayers were been answered.

Two of the Master’s daughters, you think it’s Nichika and Hinaki, announce the arrival of Oyakata-Sama.

With the help of his daughters, he was led to the edge of the veranda, while he greeted you all calmly and welcoming, being glad that you all were fine.

All Hashira’s got in line and kneeled before him.

You saw how Shinazugawa formally smashed poor Tanjiro’s face into the dirt so that he kneeled also.

You suppressed a growl.

The boy didn’t deserve this treatment.

“I am pleased to see you in good health as well, Master.”, greeted the white-haired Hashira. “I fervently pray for your continued good fortune.”

“Thank you, Sanemi.”

“If I may, Master… Before we start the Hashira Meeting, would you mind enlightening us about this swordsman, Tanjiro Kamado, accompanied by a demon?”

The master gave you all an apologetic smile. “Right. I apologize for startling you all. But first, before I tell you my decision on this matter…Inari-San, can you please tell us all your story?”

Not only you blinked surprised, but your Hashira colleagues and Tanjiro let out also surprised sounds.

“I think we all need a refresher and young Tanjiro can benefit from hearing it.”, added Oyakata-Sama.

You nodded, an order was an order, even if you did wonder why you should tell your story and began: “It happened exactly 340 years ago. I was a normal seventeen year old girl living my life. Then one night, all changed for me. The Demon King killed my family and turned me into a demon. I became like the Kitsune from our folktales, I was powerful, even so young. Kibutsuji called me his crown jewel. His best creation. For a good 100 years, I was under his rule. I…I killed and eat lots of people, sometimes whole villages. I know it was wrong, but my bloodlust was so strong. But slowly over the years, I regained more of my humanity. I got so strong that I finally could flee from Kibutsuji. I roomed this land, only eating humans who were considered monsters. Murders, rapists, pedophiles. I felt I did something good. Then one day I stumbled over an old shrine where the fox goddess Inari was worshipped. The Miko’s who lived there were old and frail. It didn’t stop robbers to enter the sanctuary and trying to steal the treasures. I protected the woman, killing the man. The Miko’s thought of me as a godsend by Inari herself, begging me to stay with them, which a did for a few years. Then one day the Master of the Demon Slayer Corps of that time and two of his strongest Hashira appeared. The Master begged that I joined their cause, which I did since I want to personal put Kibutsuji’s head on a stake. It was not simple to be accepted by the other Hashira’s. I still needed to eat human flesh to survive, the sun still burned me. It took nearly 100 years till I was so respected in the Corps that no one doubted my devotion. I saw a lot of Masters and Hashiras come and go, helped to raise future Demon Slayers, and worked on myself to reign more of my humanity. For a good 50 years now, I only need blood to survive, which comes from volunteers. 10 years ago I managed to finally master the ability to walk in the sun. I came a long way from Kibutsuji pet monster Kitsune to now being the proud Hashira Inari. And that’s my story.”

“I want you all to remember Inari-San story.”, advised Oyakata-Sama. “My Ancestor saw the potential of having a good demon on our side. Like how I see potential in Tanjiro and Nezuko Kamado. Both will be Demon Slayer and I want you to accept my decision.”

It was so silent you could hear a needle drop.

Curious you glanced at the other Hashira’s. A lot seemed to struggle with this decision, but they also KNOW you for ages, some of them you babysit as children, they knew a demon could be good and control themselves.

On the other hand, this was you and Nezuko they didn’t know.

Himejima found first his words: “Even if it’s what you desire, Master, I cannot agree to it. Inari-Sama is a special case, a rarity. She has more than one lifetime of experience and self-control on her side than the young demon girl.”

“I’m flamboyantly opposed as well!”, agreed Tengen. “Inari-Senpai was once one of the twelve Kizuki, she is different from other demons. I can’t see another demon being like her.”

“I shall do whatever it is you wish, Oyakata-Sama!”, said Mitsuri.

At least one was for Nezuko and Tanjiro.

“I’m fine either way… I’m going to forget soon, anyway.”, deadpanned Tokitou.

Another one on their side, maybe? Well, better than nothing.

“I won’t trust them. I won’t trust them.”, hissed Iguro formally. “In the first place, I loathe demons. It was hard enough to come to respect Inari-Senpai and trust her. And she has centuries of self-control under her belt.”

“Although I respect you with all my heart, that’s an incomprehensible notion, Master! I oppose it with everything I’ve got! Inari-Senpai is the only demon we can trust.”, proclaimed Rengoku.

“The Demon Slayer Corps’ mission is to annihilate demons.”, reminded Shinazugawa you all. “I request that you penalize both Kamado and Tomioka!”

Oyakata-Sama turned to you.

“Inari-San, you are on both sides. Tell me…what do you think about Kamado Nezuko.”

You licked your lips, carefully selecting the words you wanted to say.

“Kamado Nezuko…is different. That is clear. She could detect that I’m a demon, even if I was using my Blood Demon Art. She could smell it on me.”

You formally felt how the other Hashira were losing their shit after that revelation. No one besides Muzan or an Upper Moon should have this power.

You continued.

“She didn’t react hostile at me, let me even pick her up and carry her. Nezuko is intelligent, she doesn’t seem to have any bloodlust. I think…she is more like me than we think…no she is even better than me if she really doesn’t need human flesh or blood to survive.”

“Your conclusion, Inari-San?”

“Oyakata-Sama, if this is all right with you…I would take responsibility for Nezuko and Tanjiro Kamado. I’m even ready to put my life on the line. If Nezuko will eat a single human, then you can kill me with her. I won’t fight.”

That made all Hashira really lose their nerves.

“Inari-Chan, no!”, screamed Mitsure, tears in her eyes.

“Senpai, that’s crazy, we can’t lose you!”, shouted Rengoku.

You know he had a soft spot for you. When his father was a Hashira and he was a young boy, you would often play with him and even babysit him. You are pretty sure you even changed some diapers of his.

“Inari-Senpai, that’s dumb and so not like you. You really want to put your life at stake for another demon?”, wonder Obanai.

Before it really could get out of control Oyakata-Sama wanted you all to hear this letter from the former Water Hashira and your old friend Sakonji Urokodaki.

Hinaki read aloud how Tanjiro should be allowed to be accompanied by his demon sister. That Nezuko had resilient mental strength and has not lost her human emotions. Even in a starved state, she never devoured humans, and this has held true more than two years later. Although the situation seems somewhat far-fetched, it is an indisputable fact. Then came the bomb in which your old friend, Tomioka, and even Tanjiro promised to commit ritual suicide, if Nezuko should kill a human.

As you promised a few minutes ago. All right, you said they could kill you too, but it was the same thing in a way.

Your nose tickled with the salty fragrance of tears. Tanjiro was crying silent and thankful tears. He seemed so glad and relieved that at least three people were on his and Nezuko’s side.

He was a good young man, you felt it.

“So what if they commit ritual suicide and Inari-Senpai lets us kill her?”, growled Shinazugawa. “If you want to die, then rot for all I care! It’s no guarantee! Not by a long shot!”

Rengoku wanted to say something, probably agreeing with him, but you calmly turned to Shinazugawa and said ice-cold: “And yet you trust me?”

“W-What?”

“Kamado Nezuko has never devoured human flesh, where I, I eat and killed more than a thousand, and still to this day I need blood. She is better than me, yet you and anybody else can’t wait for to decapitate her and her brother who loves her so dearly and would do anything for her.”, you scolded.

Nearly everyone looked ashmead.

They were based, they knew that.

Was it because they grow up with you as a parental/sisterly figure or you earned their trust.

They weren’t thinking rationally, but with their emotions, and they were in chaos.

Only Tanjiro looked at you like…you were a divine being, coming to Earth to help him and his sister.

You fought off a blush and pointedly didn’t look in his direction. These dark red eyes with heartful tears in them were too much to handle.

“The fact is that Nezuko has refrained from devouring humans for more than two years, and also that there are three people and one demon risking their lives for her.”, sums up Oyakata-Sama. “To reject this notion, those who reject it must offer an even more convincing argument.”

Shinazugawa gave an angry grumble.

“Do you all have the will to do so?”

No one said anything, and that’s when Oyakata-Sama let the next bomb drop: “Also, there’s something I’d like to relay to you, my children. Tanjiro here has met Kibutsuji.”

You Hashiras being shocked was the understatement of the century.

Your chin meets the floor. Tanjiro meet the fucking asshole and lived?

What?!

“No, impossible!”, yelled Tengen. “After Inari-Senpai joined us 200 years ago no one has ever crossed paths with him?!”

“Is the bastard still high and mighty as ever? I hope you didn’t battle him. He probably has a new hidey-hole, did you see it?”, you shoot your questions at him, like bullets from a pistol.

The others shoot their own question at him, like what he looked liked, what his powers were, and so on.

Poor Tanjiro was clearly overwhelmed with you all shouting questions at him so Oyakata-Sama called you all to order.

“Kibutsuji has sent pursuers after Tanjiro. Though his purpose may simply be to silence him, now that Kibutsuji’s given himself away for the first time, I don’t want to let go. I also believe something’s happening to Nezuko that Kibutsuji never saw coming. Not unlikely with what happened with Inari-San. One of his own Upper Moon betraying him must have shocked him, even if it was so long ago. Can you try to understand?”

Boarheaded Shinazugawa refused to understand the Masters reasons. He was so fixed in his mindset that all demons needed to be killed, that he couldn’t see another way. Not that you could blame him, after what he experienced as a child.

Then he actually slices his arm to let the blood drop on Nezuko’s box to coax her out!

Good thing you weren’t hungry or else you would probably start sucking.

Of course, Nezuko comes not out, hello sunlight, which Obanai reminds Sanemi, and the white-haired Hashira jumps into the mansion and then again stabs Nezuko through the box.

That’s when you see red.

One second you look human, the next your whisker marks get deeper, your hair turns orange, fox ears and a tail grow and you know your eyes turn red.

With a growl you jump between Sanemi and Nezuko’s box, holding in an iron grip his Katana.

“That’s enough, Sanemi! As your Senpai I say: Stand down!”, you growl in your demonic voice.

It’s deeper more animalist than your human one.

This all took place in a few seconds, so of course, all are like statues and don’t know what to do.

They know not to cross you when you show your true self. You were a one-woman army, worth a thousand Demon Slayers.

Nonetheless, Sanemi gets his bearing back.

“Senpai, you would face off against one of your comrades for a demon?!”

“She is an innocent being, I won’t let you egg her on. You practically play with fire here!”

“Innocent being?! That’s a demon and I just want to prove to you all how dangerous she really is!”

That’s when you all hear how the box opens. Growling, with saliva running down her muzzle Nezuko stands up from it.

Fast she grips your arm and puts you behind her.

What is she…?

“What is happening?”, ask Oyataka-Sama his daughters.

“The younger demon seems to protect Inari-Sama. She put herself between Inari-Sama and Shinazugawa-Sama.”, responds Hinaki.

So you aren’t imagining things.

“Come on demon attack me.”, taunts her Sanemi. “You didn’t like me yelling at one of your kind and you want my blood. Show everyone your true self.”

It seems like an eternity passes, but Nezuko just turns away from Sanemi and hugs you.

You feel her shaking in your arms, she is fighting against her bloodlust, but she is winning.

“Good girl.”, you coo at her, hugging her back. “You are a good girl.”

Again the Master asks what happened and both his daughter tell him what transpired.

“So now, it’s been proven that Nezuko won’t attack humans, right?”, declares Oyakata-Sama.

Well, no one can argue anymore.

In the end, Tanjiro and Nezuko were now accepted as Demon Slayers and their quest was to defeat the Twelve Kizuki and the Demon King himself.

Tanjiro promised that they would do their best.

Then Shinobu pointed out that he needed medical attention, so the Kakushi arrived to take Tanjiro and Nezuko.

You helped Nezuko back into her box, giving her forehead a kiss and a promise that you would see her soon. She made cute agreeing noises at you.

Never seeing how Tanjiro looked at you, a fox-demon, been so kind and good to his sister, filling his heart with new emotions.

After the Kamado’s Siblings were gone with the Kakushi, the Hashira Meeting could take place.

You switched back into your human form and follow after the other to the meeting room.

Oyakata-Sama with his two daughters by his side sits before you. The room was dark only illuminated with lamps and you all sit in seiza before him.

You talked about how the quality of the Demon Slayer has gone bad, how this era changed so much, and how the Demon King let this chaos happen with his Lower Moon to hide his traces.

The Master let all, besides you, go, with the words that you were the best Demon Slayer since the Feudal Era.

You expected a scolding for acting out of line today, showing your true self, and commanding Sanemi, but the Master just wanted your honest opinion.

You were the oldest, you have seen death and life come and go.

Was the way the Demon Slayer Corps took the right one?

You only said this.

“Oyakata-Sama. I think we found valuable assets in Tanjiro and Nezuko Kamado. These two are something special. They are full…of sunlight. And sunlight is the best against demons.”

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An 85-year-old granny and Naruto Fan gets reborn into the Shinobi world as Sakura Haruno. Rejected canon and modeled herself after Mitsuri Kanroji from Demon Slayer.

Prolog: I'm too old to be reborn!

Let's make one thing clear.

I'm not some 16-year-old girl who got hit by a truck and got isekai into an anime world.

I'm old.

Really old.

85 years old.

I got wrinkles and white hair and I'm a bit chubby.

I lived a long and fulfilling life. 

I read, watched, and bought anime, traveled the world, enjoyed the company of friends and family, found a job I adored, and adopted two amazing kids, a boy and a girl, who had children and made me a proud grandmother of seven kids.

I was happy.

Even if I didn’t find someone to share my life with.

I enjoyed being a cute grandma and showing my grandchildren some classic animes like Naruto, One Piece, Bleach, you name it, and not that futurist shit they have now.

Bah, just the names are awful. And even thinking about the plots just gives me a headache.

What, I'm trying to say is that the wish to get Isekai into a beloved anime was not there anymore.

I was at peace with the life I had.

As it was time to die, I was a bit scared, but I hoped to get into heaven and meet my deceased family again.

It only saddened me that I couldn't see what my youngest grandchildren would do with their lives, but I was sure they would find their way.

So no regrets.

No wish to have a new life.

I was ready for the afterlife.

So why, WHY, did I suddenly wake up in an unfamiliar bedroom, feeling so young and full of energy?

I was shocked.

Was this heaven?

As I stood up and scanned the room I noted how Japanese everything was.

Well, Japan was for me like my second home. Till I could I tried to travel there at least once every two years.

So okay, my afterlife was styled after the country I had loved so much in life.

Nothing to worry about.

When I looked into the mirror standing in a corner of the room, I started to scream!

Long pink hair.

Large forehead.

Green Eyes.

Small body with tiny breasts and waist.

This was not my body! Not even my younger one!

But I knew the person in the mirror!

"I'M SAKURA HARUNO!", I yelled in perfect Japanese. "WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?!"

If God or whoever was responsible for this isekai then why Sakura?

Couldn't I be Rin and live my teenage dream of dating Obito?

Couldn't I be Naruto and marry my beloved Hinata?

Nooooo, it had to be the fangirl!

This sucks!

I don't wanna marry Sasuke!

No, no, no!

Sorry Sarada.

I have no desire to be the medic and the most useless team member.

Yes I know Kishimoto was bad a writing female characters.

Doesn't change the fact that Sakura was a huge bitch to Naruto most of the time, mooned over Sasuke, destroyed her friendship with Ino for a boy, and even with the tools Tsunade gave her she just faded into the background.

Okay, she punched Kaguya, a literal goddess, which was cool, so Sasuke and Naruto could seal her but…I just don't want to be Sakura.

I mean what can I do?

Sakura has amazing chakra control and masters Tsunade's seal at a young age, it just is not for me.

If I would be Rin or Naruto I would be a Jinchuriki and you bet your ass I would make the best out of that and become a literal deity!

So one thing is clear…I will not follow Sakura's canon path, nothing in the nine circles of hell will make me marry Sasuke the duckbutt, again sorry Sarada, and just wind up as medic-nin.

No, I will carve my own path!

And I know who will be my role model.

I find some hair ties and start to braid my hair in three braids.

No one said I couldn't get inspired by another anime.

I will introduce the power of Breathing Styles into the Naruto World and become his Love Hashira.

Yep, I will go the Mitsuri Kanroji way! 

Minus finding the husband thing. Since I don’t think I can snatch up Obito, one he is way older than Sakura-me, and two I don’t know how to save his ass and I want that NaruHina sails.

It was my first OTP and I will kill anybody who gets in the way of it!

Dattebane!

Even if I will sob into my champagne glass at their wedding since I can’t marry Hinata-Chan myself.

My hair is finished and I nod to myself.

Much better.

Now to find some clothes to fit the aesthetic.

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Sakura Haruno is and was a character who divided the Naruto Fandom. The most common argument against her was that she was useless. Now what one shall do if you are reborn as her? Our elderly MC for sure will do anything, do not be her!

Or:

An 85-year-old granny and Naruto Fan gets reborn into the Shinobi world as Sakura Haruno. Rejected canon and modeled herself after Mitsuri Kanroji from Demon Slayer.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2