The anticipation has you fidgeting. Mama Kamado finally walks between the trees to stand on the opposite side of the circle as she knees down to pray against the cold snow.
The vibe feels ancient and power. Something that you shouldn't be witnessing. A shiver races down your spine as you see Tanjiro walk into the opening. Wearing the traditional attire that has been passed down generation to generation.
Tanjiro stands in the middle of the circle as the warm flames of the torches burn all around. He sucks in a deep breath as he kneels down to prepare for the dance. Lifting the white cloth in front of his face. Stealing a peek at you as he smiles.
The last drop of daylight fading as sunsets comes to a close he begins the ritual. Gracefully and effortlessly preforming the twelve segments.
As he moves through the dance you almost see sparks of flames around his body. Takeo and you watch closely.
Hours pass one after another when Mama Kamado silently backs away as she finishes her prayers to return to the house and the other children.
You hardly notice her departure as your eyes are completely consumed by the eldest son's movements. The white face mask occasionally lifting up from the quick motions and you catch a glimpse of his face.
Takeo is quiet as his eyes try to take in each movement. While Tanjiro preforms, you practice the breathing technique he taught you.
Despite watching the same movements for five hours you are still completely mesmerized. The heat from the torches keeping all of you warm but your eyes continue to see sparks of flames around Tanjiro.
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Into His World
FanfictionAged up Tanjiro x Reader slow burn romance. ✨New chapters every Monday & Friday Reader is abducted by a time-traveling demon and taken to the Taishō era. The Kamado family took you into their home. They teach you Japanese and are very generous. Th...