Manic ☆

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[Name] lay in an unknown person's lap as tears gently fell off of their fair skin. A gentle hand caressed their hair, attempting to calm the crying Hashira in their lap. The unknown person began to sing above [Name], a soft and comforting aura emitted from them as they sang.

"Nothing's gonna harm you. Not while I'm around." The words slipped through the person's lips like honey. "Nothing's gonna harm you. No, sir, not while I'm around." The person's fingers started to dance against the hair of the Hashira as they slowly stopped singing and go into a soft hum; the words being muffled behind their closed mouth.

[Name]'s body slowly fell limp, they softly clung to the person's cloth, afraid as if they were to let go that they would disappear from right underneath them.

"Wake up, [Name]. You have to wake up now."

[Name] suddenly woke up inside a dark and empty room with only a flicker of candlelight in the corner. They quickly got up but gritted their teeth whenever the pain from their thigh flared up. They slowly rose again as they took in their surroundings, "Damnit. Where am I," they slightly limped to the candlelight, picked it up, and started to walk around the room to visualize what was inside the room.

They put the candle on the wall, they sew drawings on the wall that have names at the bottom, " 'Takeo', 'Hanako', 'Shigeru', and 'Roku'. Who are these people? The drawings look childlike." They gently took off the paper that is by "Rokuta" and looked at it.

The drawing consisted of three little boys, two little girls on the side, and two adults with one who looked sad. " Big sister, big sister, big brother, big brother, big brother -these all just say-" their eyes widened at the two drawings of the oldest siblings. A girl with medium lengthen black/brown hair with pink eyes, a pink kimono with little flowers on them, a boy with burgundy hair and burgundy eyes, and a green checkered kimono. "Tanjiro? Nezuko? This doesn't make-"

Their eyes slowly trailed up to a wall with the same pictures of the two siblings and realization hit them. They were the family that was murdered by Muzan and only the oldest girl and boy survived. Before they could try and figure out more clues as to their whereabouts, a sharp object slashed against their opposite upper back thigh. "Fuck!"

"Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. You aren't supposed to mess with things that aren't yours [Name] especially if they don't belong to you." Tanjiro's voice said in the doorframe of the room. Light poured into the room as [Name] made out Tanjiro's figure and a smaller child-like figure behind him, it almost looked like a child with a bowl-cut hairstyle to be exact, but [Name] couldn't worry about that at the moment.

They held their thigh and quickly dashed into the corner and Tanjiro soon followed.

They tried their best as they limped out the room doors and ran down the hallways. 'Damnit! I didn't check to see if my sword was in there.' They continued to run in the small house and cut corners to get away from the chasing boy behind them.
They ran inside a hallway that had a straight line to the front door and took their chance. They ran,

and ran,

               and they ran past an upcoming corner. A smile came upon their face as they were close to reaching the outside of the door, 'Once I get out, I can run back to the corporation and tell them about them.'

But unfortunately, before their feet touched the grass outside, their shoulder blade was pierced by a sword that was too recognizable. They tumbled out the door and into the grass. Tanjiro walked out the doorframe and sighed heavily down at [Name]'s figure. "[Name]. This is why I always admired you! Even after I slashed your thigh and limited your mobility, you still kept running!" He said with a gentle smile on his face.

They ignored him and tried to pull out the sword in their shoulder blade. They pulled and pulled. Tanjiro rushed to them and slammed his foot into their chest, making them fall forward and backward. A blood-curdling scream erupted from the bottom of their throat as the sword slid through their shoulder blade and came out forward. Blood poured from their shoulder and their cries grew louder.

"Awh what's the matter [Name]?" They groaned loudly in response and tried to kick off the boy who was on their chest. Tanjiro became quickly annoyed with their antics and pushed their chest further into the ground - making the sword come through even more - they bit their lip to silence their screams but was too rough and it bled.

"Oh no. It seems like you got yourself hurt, [Name]. Here let me help you." Tanjiro leaned down and kissed their bleeding lip gently then smiled at them. He caressed their cheek but then grabbed their face and turned it to face the ground.

He shoved their face into the ground and mocked them screaming along with them. They punched at his face and neck as they try to get him off of their chest which resulted in them having shorter breaths.  "Ahhh!! Be louder [Name]! Be louder! It might end up working!" He said smiling as he stood back up straight on their chest and let go of their face. "Fuck you!"

They rose their shoulders up and jerked their feet up then kicked Tanjiro in his crotch area. He held his crotch and leaned forward as he frustratedly groaned above them. They took the opportunity and shoved him completely off with their feet and got up to run again.

They stumbled away as they hid behind a tree and breath heavily to get back their normal breathing pattern. "Shit, Shit, Shit, shit!" They touched the sword but were stopped whenever it pained them to even move it slightly. A breath of regret soon came from them as they started to try and silently rip off a shred of their cloth, they wrapped it around their knuckles and then put the remaining end in between their teeth.

They took deep breaths and shook uncontrollably, they gripped the ends of the sword and bit into the cloth harshly, and they started to push it backward out of their shoulder. Tears streamed down their face and heavy gasps came from them as they continued to push. They eventually stopped whenever the pain became too much for them to bare any longer. "Why me.. why? shit!" They quietly yelled into the cloth. They got their mentality and body ready - they continued to push the sword out - and after five minutes of agonizing pain, the sword was pushed out. They flopped into the grass bed and silently cried. "Please someone just help me.." the mix of adrenaline and blood loss made them lightheaded and dizzy,
      Dizzy,

               dizzy.