𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚・k. tanjiro

01・new home

(｀・ω・') warning- cursing, minor violence
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・2nd pov

Blotches of blood and vermillion drowned your eyes as the last thing you've ever saw was the monotone expression of your mother, who was sending a lack of empathy towards your pathetic figure.

Death was a very normal thing in life, yet something everyone feared— of course, you were the majority who feared death. I mean, yeah you were going through some rough shit, but you still wanted to live.

You still wanted the enjoyment to grow up, you still wanted to find a stable job, and you still wanted to make family of your own.

You still wanted to live.

That was the literal reason why you attempted to escape your toxic household, but you wouldn't be here if your attempt was successful was it?

"-/N!"

But at the end you died. It sucks, really. You would cry your heart out if it wasn't for the fact you felt something disrupting your presence.

"-/N! Y/N! Don't leave me alone with gramps!"

Gramps? I thought he passed away 6 years ago?

Never mind that, I'm dying just leave me be.

Reluctantly, you opened your eyes and were met with dandelion pools, staring right in your soul— a boy, you thought, a young one at that.

You could see that he had choppy bright-yellow hair as he wore an orange haori over his shoulders, the design being white triangles taking over the cloth. Blinking a bit more to adjust your vision properly, you caught crocodile tears overflowing the boy's eyes.

You couldn't help but feel somewhat of a familiarity towards the boy, but you couldn't seem to grasp it. Was it the odd get up with the disgustingly unruly hair? Speaking of his hair, the bleach he used must've been expensive to get such a color.

You took a small mental note to ask what product he used.

"Y/N! Why did you pass out without me!?" The boy screamed shaking you repeatedly, "Gramps and I were worried about you, ya know!?"

Getting ticked off by the sudden movement, you shoved the boy's hand away from you in disgust. If you already died, the boy's constant shaking would be the reason of your second death, you swear.

"Shut up kid, where am I?" You asked impatiently, ignoring the fact that golden hair similar to the boy's were pouring down your shoulders, "And who are you?"

"What?! Do you not remember your favorite brother? I'm Zenitsu! Zenitsu Agatsuma! And what's with your attitude we are practically the same age!"

Zenitsu?

You paused to take a moment to take in all the information you suddenly received.

Hold up, what?

Zenitsu Agatsuma? Like one of the main protagonists from Demon Slayer?

Furrowing your eyebrows, you glanced at the boy who claimed to go by the identity of 'Zenitsu Agatsuma'. Taking more time to think, you scoffed.

There's no way that this boy was a fictional character. You almost felt like an idiot that you had to think his statement through, it was just physically impossible.

"Y/N... Do you really not remember anything? Did the thunder really hit you that hard?" His mumbling slowly morphed into a terrified screech, "No way, no way! You really don't remember don't you!?"

You winced at the sudden tone of voice and looked at the boy in confusion as you started to nervously laugh, feeling slightly overwhelmed.

Scratch that, you were feeling very overwhelmed.