★彡𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕋𝕦𝕣𝕢𝕦𝕠𝕚𝕤𝕖 𝔹𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕤彡★ {KNY x M!Reader}(On Hiatus)

The Beginning of a Journey

The siblings had reluctantly gone back to the house. On their arrival they found that everything was gone, no more animal carcasses, no more gut clad trees, even the house had been cleaned. The only signs that there had been a battle were the enormous patches of bloodstained snow and the splintered shoji door.

Mika had gone back to normal, he was back to the size of a seven-year-old-child despite being ten-and-a-half, M/n held Mika on his hip and had his head rested on M/n's shoulder, arms wrapped around his neck and sapphire eyes closed in a dreamless sleep.

M/n saw a grave for their mother, a bright red aura and a mute blue aura surrounded it. Even had her name quickly and messily etched in a flat-ish rock...it's the thought that counts, right? Fresh tears pricked his eyes when he looked at the damaged family portrait propped up in the freshly overturned soil. He shook his head and sniffled before he went and prayed for her then went inside and packed.

M/n picked only essentials and grabbed a spare wicker basket for Mika, he changed the boy into one of his fathers old yukata's and the small boy crawled into the basket, albeit with a sleepy grunt of protest, and M/n covered the basket with a spare linen sheet to block out the sun.

"Goodbye, Mama. Goodbye...Papa.," M/n muttered and turned away from the only life he'd ever known. "Let's get going bud. We shouldn't waste time."

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"Jesus...It's so hot right now.," M/n panted out. "I guess everywhere would be rather warm if you lived on a frigid mountain." he shrugged. "Are you okay, Mika-chan?" he then asked, looking over his shoulder at the basket on his back, the only reply he got were soft snores.

'It's so hot, I'm surprised he can sleep. Course the night before was rather hectic so its rightful he's worn out.' The e/c-atlantic eyed boy thought. The sun was at it's peak in the sky, it's harsh glare making the boy sweat. Making the bandage around his head dampen and start itching.

He was so tired he started stumbling so out of exhaustion from travelling over a day and out of concern that his eye was going to get infected, he walked over to a cave on the side of the road. Only to see someone sitting out-front of it, reinforcing a large basket by weaving bamboo strips around its exterior. M/n was debating on going over and asking the boy if he could rest or if he should just keep going. He opted for the first.

"H-Hey sir? Gomenne, I don't mean to intrude but do you mind if I rest here? For just a moment." He tiredly called out, waving his hand a bit. The male swiveled around and was shocked by the boys sudden appearance and his state. His short heather-h/c hair was messy and tangled, the bandage around his eye was being seeped with blood and his clothes were dirty, he was stumbling on his feet and his strange coloured eye had a bag under it, he looked like he was about to drop any second.

"Um- sir?" M/n tilted his head at the burgundy haired boys staring.

"Gomenne, I didn't mean to stare! No I don't mind at all!" He slightly panicked, not meaning to act so rude to a person he just met. "Arigatou." replied the half n' half boy, slightly bowing then going and sitting down on a rock just outside of the cave, though the action made him yelp and grimace as he felt his cracked ribs shift. "A-are you okay?!" asked the burgundy haired boy, worry painted on his face as he abandoned his project to help the strange boy.

M/n looked up with surprise. "I have a few cracked ribs, nothing to be worried about." he said casually, a small smile dancing on his lips. "H-how is that nothing to worry about?," the red-head male questioned, going dot eyed at the strange boys nonchalant attitude even though he was obviously in pain.

"Well, can I at least help you dress your eye? Blood is seeping through the bandages." he pointed out.

M/n made an 'o' face and lightly touched the wrapping, pulling away to see his fingertips smudged with blood. "If you don't mind helping me I would be very thankful. I'll help you with your basket in return." M/n slightly nodded and the boy returned it with a kind smile.

 M/n's own smile grew and he shimmied off the basket on his back, putting it in the shade of the cave, curiously glancing at the freshly dug hole in the back of the cave but brushed it off. He sat back down and handed the boy fresh bandages and disinfecting ointment. "What's your name? If you don't mind me asking." the slightly tan boy asked as he started unwrapping the soiled bandages.

"I don't mind at all! My name is M/n L/n! Yours?" M/n chirped childishly, despite being the oldest one there. "My name is Tanjiro Kamado!" Tanjiro replied with the same amount of childishness, though his demeanor changed when he finally got to the wound. The h/cette's eye was shut and was red and puffy with irritation. The cut was very deep and slowly leaking puss and blood, without stitches it would leave a deep scar.

Tanjiro was internally fuming at whomever inflicted this wound on this precious boy, even though he had only known him for a few minutes he felt very protective of him. M/n watched this with his good eye and was utterly confused why he just watched Tanjiro go through five different emotions in the past ten seconds.

Though he stayed silent and his good eye fluttered shut, enjoying the way Tanjiro's fingers softly brushed against his skin in a comforting manner; soft force, like when his mother would clean his scraped knee when he would trip over a stone while foraging. 

"Are...you okay Tanjiro-chan?" 

"Hmm?"

"N-nothing..."

(Its trash and under editing ik I suck as an author)