“Onii-chan.”
My sister called for me, pulling me from this strange slumber. My heart beat rapidly in my chest. It was a welcome reminder that I was alive. I was myself. I was here.
I shot up. Where was ‘here,’ exactly?
“Onii-chan? Are you alright?” Nezuko was sitting by me, her hair unusually tousled and unkempt. I nodded. She frowned, reaching out to touch my face with a hesitant hand.
“You’re crying.” She murmured. I widened my eyes, her sleeves tracing my face. The tears flowed out of my eyes, the heavy droplets gliding down my face regardless.
Why was I crying?
Nezuko sighed, and pressed her lips to my forehead before helping me to my feet. Her hand tightened one, two times around mine, a silent message that this wasn’t over.
I sighed. I already forgot whatever it was I dreamt about.
I quickly scanned the room. We were, surprisingly, in a really nice place. The tatami mats were clean and unblemished, and it faintly smelled of mint. But, other than us, the room was fairly empty. Devoid of even the littlest of decorations or personalization. There wasn’t the slightest indication of where we might be.
I nudged Nezuko to get her attention. She nodded at me.
I hastily pulled the hair back from my shoulders. “Do you remember how you got here?” I whispered. I stayed alert, just in case that demon lady was still around. Who was she? And what did she want with us?
Nezuko solemnly shook her head. “No, I just woke up here.” She kept her voice low as well, barely above a puff of air. “The last thing I remember is Urokodaki-san leaving after checking in with me, and then a really strong smell of flowers filling the room.”
I pulled the dark strands into a low tail. “Flowers, huh?” I scoffed. It seems the demon lady knew what she was doing, to attack right after Urokodaki-san left. Nezuko murmured in confirmation.
After a pause, she slowly mentioned something that sounded a lot like,“I think there was also this boy.” She waved off my alarm with a flick of her wrist,“Honestly though, it's a bit fuzzy and I’m completely uninjured, so it’s alright.” She said, a bit more confidently.
I frowned. “So there’s two of them.” I massaged my temple. It was not alright. Far from it. But, to be frank, she wasn’t wrong. Our first order of business should be to escape from wherever we are, and then figure out what the hell is going on.
What an awful headache coming on.
“Ugh, what are we going to do?” I ran my fingers through my hair. Nezuko pointed at the paper doors.
“I think we should try to look for a way out.”
I nodded, and I grasped Nezuko’s hand in mine, leading her over to the closest shoji. With a reassuring squeeze around her hand, I slid the blank doors open.
Another room, but this time with a desk in the far corner. There was a solid brick wall across from us, with papers pinned all over it. Red string ran from paper to paper, like a crazy directionless path that only led one in circles.
But all the chaos did lead to somewhere. Eventually. In the middle of the giant web…
Our names.
Kamado Tanjiro.
Kamado Nezuko.
And a pretty blue flower.
The Blue Spider Lily.
There was a loud pop in my ears.
I fell to my knees, clawing at my head. Oh, it hurts! Nezuko is shaking my arm. Her eyes are wide, and I can see her fangs. My throat hurts too, burning with every breath. Oh, but not as much as my head! It’s being torn apart! That ringing noise, more like a sensation rather than a sound. With every note, the burning grows! I’m on fire! Fire!
And then…
Then I felt nothing.
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