Quick Sand - Inosuke x Reader

Chapter Six

A/N: Heyo, sorry for a lateish update but I'm lazy and uninspired so that's also why this update is a little short. I also changed the story title because I saw another amazing Inosuke x reader story named "sucker for you." It's really a cool story and you should check it out. Anyways I thought the two titles were a bit too similar so I changed it to not be accused of copying. I hope you like the new one, if not piss off. But yeah, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy the update! - Iki

Y/N let out a loud yell. Streams of tears fell from their E/C eyes. 

"Should I just turn myself over to the Hashira, then I might have a purpose."

"But then they would try to kill me the minute they find out what I am."

She began pacing back and forth, limping slightly as her ankle was twisted.

"Let's give it another week, and if they don't give it up then I'll go with them willingly. If not, they'll just keep coming after me forever."

"It's not like I'm mostly immortal or anything..."

A grim expression fell across their face as they decided to keep moving. She just needed to hold on for a little longer.

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Something about that figure screaming seemed familiar to Inosuke, but he didn't think too hard about it considering that thinking hurt his head too much.

Tanjiro turned back and shook Inosuke's shoulder gently.

"We'll find them, don't worry," he tried to reassure the boy. Zenitsu nodded in agreement, he would've done a comforting gesture as well, but he was terrified Inosuke would murder him.

A very valid fear.

"Thanks..."

After that, they continued to walk in silence. Eventually, they let Nezuko out of her box, and strangely she walked right up to Inosuke, then grabbed his hand. What surprised the other boys even more, was that he didn't flinch, and simply grasped her hand back.

Little did they know that Nezuko was his emotional support system at this point. Every time they settled down to rest for a while, the pair would go sit under the stars and Inosuke would talk quietly about his days with Y/N.

Nezuko tilted her head up and gave him the biggest smile possible for someone wearing a mouth bit. Inosuke would've smiled back had it not been the large mask he was wearing. So instead he gave her little hand a squeeze, while Tanjiro and Zenitsu looked on in confusion.

"When did this happen," Zenitsu hissed in Tanjiro's ear. The latter shrugged, before turning back to the direction they were supposed to be walking towards.

"Don't know."

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Y/N was walking way too slow for someone who was supposed to be running away from people. They paid no mind though, because sometimes the best wars were won with strategy rather than fists, or in this case swords. 

She squatted down next to a large tree and put her hands together in an odd position.

"Blood demon art, psychic glance" she whispered to herself. 

Her eyes rolled backwards into her head and visions of the demon slayer trio filled her head. They appeared to be gaining on them, but to the side and not directly on. So if need be, she could avoid them pretty easily.

The boy with the checkered haori appeared to be the strategist of the group, but he also seemed to lack experience which Y/N could use to her advantage. But they had run across Zenitsu before,  or technically speaking witnessed him getting struck by lightning. 

The pulse had sent such a powerful wave, that almost anyone within seven kilometers could've felt it easily, not to mention that it had a psychic pulse as well.

He was dangerous.

Especially to them.

Lightning and Y/N did not mix well.

At all.

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Zenitsu had a weird feeling when he went to bed that night. Something had clicked in his brain, and Y/N seemed really familiar all of a sudden.

"Do I know Y/N?"

~To be Continued~