Pinky Promise {InoTan}

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IM BACK!! Kind of. Updates will still be slow but I've figured out what's wrong and 'm gonna go back to checking notifs and responding to things ^^ (spoiler, Watt wasn't the problem.) sorry for being gone, and I'm glad to be back!

Just a precursor, I cut A LOT of the fight out. I didn't want to take so much of what wasn't mine, even if I gave credit.

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After a few minutes of searching, Yushiro ran into Inosuke and the others making a beeline for where the hashira were fighting. He grabbed a fistful of the back of Zenitsu's collar, yanking back on the cloth before they got away. Inosuke was the first to notice and turn around, blinking at the demon from inside his mask for a moment. Then the younger demonslayer grabbed Zenitsu's sleeve, trying to pull him away. "We've got somewhere to be!!" He shouted gruffly.

Glowering at him, Yushiro released the on-edge crybaby. "I'm aware," he hissed. "Just thought you could use these." He whipped out a few instances of his blood demon art, spreading the papers out in his hands like a deck of playing cards. Kanao approached from behind Inosuke, tipping her head curiously. "They'll turn you invisible, so Kibutsuji can't see you while you attack him."

"That sounds useful," Kanao muttered to herself. Zenitsu glanced at her with caution in his eyes.

Inosuke didn't have to be told twice, snatching several handfuls of the papers and slapping one onto the forehead of his boar mask. He vanished instantly. Zenitsu jumped, startled, looking around wildly before he lurched forward with a loud yelp. "Inosuke!! That's not nice!" He cried, getting up and rubbing his back where he'd been headbutted. A disembodied chuckle could be heard, signaling the boy was proud of himself. Zenitsu shivered, but accepted one of the papers from Kanao as she handed it to him. Reluctantly, he stuck it to his forehead too, joining his wilder companion in being invisible. A moment passed. "Inosuke, you look stupid holding all those papers in your fists like that."

"Huh!?"

"How're you even going to hold your swords?"

Kanao hesitated to put the note on her head, listening to the sound of crumpling paper.

"Ugh-! Seriously?? Why would you-" Zenitsu cut himself off, hissing quietly under his breath. "Idiot." Inosuke laughed again.

Finally, the breath of flower user donned Yushiro's paper, watching his gaze as it hardened with satisfaction. "Give some to the hashira, too," the demon instructed. "I'll be with the kakushi taking care of the injured until sunrise." Steeling his heart once more, Yushiro started off in that direction. Murata sighed, then turned to follow him, declaring he'd be more use there than on the battlefield. The remaining three young demonslayers exchanged a glance, then broke off to race to where the hashira and Tanjiro were fighting for their lives.

"I hope Tanjiro's alright," Zenitsu said, speaking his thoughts aloud.

Kanao nodded her agreement. "All the hashira, too."

Inosuke huffed, saying nothing on the matter. He gripped the handles of his katanas tighter, grumbling something quietly.

Zenitsu, with his ever-sharp ears, gave a small smile when he heard what Inosuke said. The sounds of fighting weren't terribly far from them. Strikes of metal-on-metal and concrete crumbling were making his head pound, both with nerves and a headache.

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"Iguro!!"

As the three emerged onto the battlefield, the wind pillar's shout was the first thing that caught their attention. With one sharp inhale, Zenitsu was grabbing the disoriented serpent hashira by his haori, getting a good grip on the fabric before kicking off of the ground and getting out of harm's way with him. Inosuke shot at Muzan, the element of surprise allowing him to easily carve into the demon king's flesh with his swords. He jumped back, snatching a glimpse of the damage he'd done before going back in for another slice.