If I Could Do You One Right...

Touching Base

~Your P.O.V~

Being tied up was deeply uncomfortable. The ropes are tight enough to do their job and restrain me, but just loose enough to give my skin the awful feeling of the texture of rope shifting on my skin and poking me with its frays. In summary; I'm really itchy. I tried tightening it with my teeth, but they thought I was trying to escape, and when I tried to ask them to tighten it for me they thought I was trying to trick them. So now I'm itchy, sweaty, thirsty, tired, and painfully hungry.
"Hey, how do you fight with this thing? You might as well have put a giant metal pole on the end of a sword hilt." One of the slayers said. These are the same ones that I'd happened upon last night. They've been asking me a lot of questions since my capture. The girl stopped asking after we all collectively realized I was the youngest person in the room, and kept stepping on my heel. Of course, I smile and try to bare it all. First impressions and all.

"She cuts just fine I'll have you know."
"That's not what I was- never mind." The big one said. I never caught their names, not because I wasn't interested, but they didn't like me asking questions, so I don't. The only one to introduce themselves was Ayanami-kun. He was a rather plain but cozy guy. When I woke up he greeted me the same way you'd expect an older brother to see their younger brother wondering around the house with half lidded eyes. The rest told him to hush up and began to slowly interrogate me.
Of the things they asked, they only asked about me being a demon once- again the big one. But he was quickly told off by the girl of the group due to me not turning to ash at dawn. Beyond that, they had some weird-ish questions that I humored like if I've showered recently, how long I've been an unofficial demon slayer, what have I been eating, where did I get both of my blades, have I heard of a train before, have I eaten anybody before, and how have been In hiding for so long. I really didn't have an answer for the last one. I originally went off to go find the initiation ceremony two years ago, but I was never actually told where to go. I didn't ask either- obviously, and a major oopsie on my part, but I like to think I don't need to go to the ceremony anymore considering all the kills under my belt. All I've gotten for them were a couple meals, this persistent headache, mother's broken nichirin blade, and my own longer sword that can't kill demons.

Oh and I suppose I've been apprehended by the demon slayer corps too. In loose ropes may I add. It's giving me the creeps even thinking about it, that or I'm just sniffling because of a cold or something, all the sweating and showers and no shelter and all. Didn't even get to sleep in the same tree most of the time.

"Achoo!"

"Shut-up!"

"Yes Ma'am." She's not the first bossy lady I've met, and she won't be the last.

"Im only two years older than you! TWO!"

"Yes ma'am."

I smile and nod. Keeping my eyes closed expecting them to get poked out like a seal on shore when a seagull gets the munchies. Imagine my shock when I open them to see the face of what seems to be an 18 year old girl who's had the soul sucked out of them and their will to live inverted. I turn to find something less sad to look at and find myself staring at two Demon Slayer adjacent looking people. I say adjacent because they've got these cool face coverings that I don't recognize. And, more importantly, no sword! At least I had a sword, two really if you count the pieces of Rumi's Nichirin blade I carry around. I can only imagine what she'd do if I broke it while she was alive.
I'm handed over to the new guys who put a sack over my head and, presumably, take me away to be tried or something. I smile and don't say anything. Of course I keep thinking to myself to keep me entertained. Or not bored if at all possible. Based on their footsteps they had time to kill, or I'm just heavier than I thought. Mom always said I was dense. So did... she.