Quick Sand - Inosuke x Reader

Chapter Eight

Y/N's eyes rolled forward once more after her psychic vision. They sighed quietly, before trying to mentally prepare for facing Zenitsu. She didn't really know how he would react, but they sure as hell weren't ready for that.

There were five days left before the week was over, meaning that the chances of facing everything Y/N was unsure about were increased. She didn't really know how to feel about that.

A part of her was thankful that they wouldn't have to keep running anymore, but it was still a slightly terrifying notion.

"Just hold in there Y/N..." 

A bit of grass behind her rustled, and a demon came charging at them from out of no where, but a sword impaled it immediately. The person looked up in surprise to see a large man appearing from the shadows

"Yuki?"

He nodded and sat down next to the tall figure. Some food was passed around, until Y/N was too curious about what he was doing there.

"Why are you here?" they inquired with an odd look on their face. The former sighed and looked away.

"Y/N, you need to go with the Hashira."

"Huh?"

"After seeing the boy Inosuke talk about you, I think that might be the best place for you."

Y/N looked even more confused. She grabbed Yukisane's face and turned it towards hers. Tears were flowing down his tanned skin. They wrapped their arms around his large torso with a smile on her face.

"Why are you crying?"

"I'm probably never gonna see you again after you go, but it's what's best for you. I'm a bar owner who carries away dead bodies and smuggles old demon slayer swords. Even if I tried I couldn't visit you."

He looked so upset, that Y/N couldn't help but laugh a little. 

"I'm gonna miss you too Yuki... I think you're right though. The hardest part is just gonna be confronting Zenitsu and Ino..."

"You're gonna be fine," Yukisane said comfortingly, while rubbing circles in their back.

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A million thoughts whirled around in Zenitsu's head, as he pondered everything that had happened. He knew that he didn't hate Y/N, but that didn't mean he wouldn't be angry. And for once, he was worried that if he did, then the mission would be compromised. 

Tanjiro looked at his friend, he could smell the anxiety coming off of him. During this entire journey, he had been worried about his friend's mental health and it was seemingly just getting worse. Both Inosuke and Zenitsu kept spacing out all the time, and not paying attention to their surroundings. It had caused more than one incident, and if it continued, god knows what's gonna happen.

He looked around, and noticed that they were in a pretty good area to rest for a while.

"Hey guys, we should probably stay here for a bit, it's starting to get lighter outside and it's a good time to rest." 

The other two nodded and they unpacked a bit, and hid Nezuko far away from the sun. All of them were completely wiped out, their exhaustion clearly showing.

"Do you think we're ever gonna catch her?" Tanjiro wondered out loud.

The yellow haired boy simply pushed his hand through his golden locks and shrugged.

"Maybe."

They fell silent. 

Then fell asleep.

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A warm aroma of cooking meat filled the air, spreading all over the area. Tanjiro's eyes flickered open, his sense of smell exploding at the delicious scent. A tall figure was standing beside of a roaring fire illuminating a masked face. 

Said face turned towards the awakened boy, and nodded in his direction. Although confused, Tanjiro nodded back and stood up slowly.

"Are you a friend?"

"Yes, unless you choose to make me your enemy."

'Good answer," he thought to himself before going to stand beside her. She passed him some meat for him to knaw on as they talked.

"So, what're you doing here," he asked after biting a bit of his meat off the bone.

"I heard you guys were looking for me, so I decided to save you guys some trouble and come to you myself."

His eyes widened in surprise, before taking a moment to rationalize the situation.

"Soo, you're the person that the Hashira have been hunting for several years now, and you're just gonna randomly turn yourself in?"

Y/N shrugged and squatted down to the fire to blow on it for a moment. With their mask lowered, Tanjiro got a front row view of her fangs.

"Are you a demon?"

"No."

"Are you a human?"

"No."

"Then what are you?"

"I'm not sure either."

~To be Continued~