Quick Sand - Inosuke x Reader

Chapter Three

"Suna?" Yukisane began shaking her very agressively, in a desperate attempt to wake the sleeping girl. She groaned and turned back over into her soft sheets, simultaneously kicking him in the face.

"Fucking shi-"

"Oh my godddd, Yuki about to curse??? I gotta do this more often," she jumped up and out of bed, and throwing some clothes on. Pulling on her long sleeved grey undershirt, then her skirt, and at last her infamous boots. Yukisane shook his head, giving her a disapproving nod.

"You're going to roast in that outfit."

"And I'm going to actually turn into a piece of meat if I don't."

Y/N was still sensitive to the sun, although it wasn't deadly to her. Nonetheless, she had to wear thick and long clothing, even in the dead of summer. At least it was bearable. She waved to her old friend, as she strapped her sword to her waist.

"See you later Yuki, thanks for everything. If the Hashira or any other of the demon slayers cause damage to the bar, I'll pay you back."

The tan skinned man smiled, "No problem Suna, just make sure that they don't cause any damage to you."

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Tanjiro and the others were walking slowly towards a bar, which he had easily picked out because of its distinct smell. Faint pine, and a shit ton of alcohol.

That bit was pretty self explanatory. The part that was confusing is why the trio was being led to the bar, when Y/N was supposed to be around their age.

"Geez, does Y/N already have a drinking problem?," Tanjiro wondered out loud. Zenitsu shrugged and kept walking.

The boar-headed boy kept on thinking.

And thinking.

And thinking some more.

Thinking about her.

Zenitsu just stared at his friend. Such behavior was so unusual to the boy, that he didn't even notice when they all walked through the front door of the bar. A wave of strong smells hit their faces with surprising strength. Near to no light filtered through small pieces of fabric placed above the windows in the building. 

The room was mostly empty, but one couldn't help but be terrified of the huge man wiping glasses behind the main counter. To make matters worse, he looked directly at them all, giving them a deep scowl.

Undeterred, Tanjiro walked forward and sat down.

"Is there a Y/N L/N somewhere around here?"

The scowl deepened.

"So what if there is?"

Zenitsu butt in, "We were sent to find her by some very important people. All we want to do is help, not to mention I heard she's extremely beautiful." 

A dreamy look settled on his face. Yukisane shook his head, turning away to put the glass he was scrubbing on a shelf.

"She is quite beautiful, but you're out of luck. You'll never be able to see her."

That was the last straw, Inosuke leaped over the counter and slammed the much bigger man against the counter, simultaneously strangling him.

"Tell us were she go right now," his voice was so dangerously low, that if he had used proper grammar, someone would've probably pissed their pants.

However, he didn't and Yukisane was not someone easily intimidated. He easily released himself for Inosuke's grip, and then pinned the smaller man to the counter instead.

"She talked about you. As much as she wants to see you again, it would only bring up old wounds, so stay away if you don't want her to get hurt. They've already been through enough pain."

Tanjiro and Zenitsu were just watching the two men from a distance, confused as to what was going on. How did Inosuke know Y/N?

"Whether us bring them back or no, are up to Y/N. I wants to at least apologize to her."

The bartender stared at the boy. Although a mask was coving his face, he could tell how serious Inosuke was about seeing Y/N. As much as he wanted to protect his friend, Yuki knew that he would just keep on trying until he found her. He released his grip on Inosuke, right as Tanjiro was about to draw his sword and pushed him over to the other boys. 

"Whatever you think you know about Y/N, forget it. She is the most difficult person to understand, and/or track down. Just be careful. Especially you Inosuke, they care about you."

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Y/N grumbled under her breath. A little while ago, she had used her blood demon art to see how far ahead she was of her pursuers.

"Fuck you Yuki...."

A part of them was kinda happy that she might see her old friend again. And this time, she knew that he would remember her. Maybe she would give them a bit of an adventure until she was ready to confront them. It was only a matter of time before the Hashira actually captured them, and they would rather have it happen on their own terms.

'I hope you boys are prepared....'

~To Be Continued~

A/N: I've decided to make the readers pronouns she/they to be a little more inclusive. If you have a problem with that, then please don't say anything rude about it, I work hard on this story and I don't appreciate getting hate comments. However, if you have something nice to say, then please comment! I love hearing what you guys think about my work, and if you have any ideas for the story, I can try to incorporate them to the best of my ability. Thanks for reading! - Iki