Reversed Roles

Training

WARNING: To all who read this, please understand that if you suffer from severe boredom or long reads that have words that you don't understand , please leave now. This chapter includes: Long paragraphs and confusing words. If you still want to read it, go ahead, but don't say I didn't warn you. But then again, it should be as long as my first chapter. :P

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Muichiro's eyes shot wide open. He panted, taking heaving breaths from the air, the heat from the sun taking over him. His body was sweating from head to toe, and it felt like he was plunged into an ocean. He looked around, scanning the surroundings and hearing for anyone. The memories of the night before lay fresh in his mind.

"Wait! Where's Tanjiro?!" He blurted out loud. The brunette was nowhere to be seen. His head was aching, what happened after they had met him, he couldn't remember. "Shut up! You're so loud!" A voice rang from beside him. Yuichiro glared at him from the corner, hugging his knees with his head resting on them.

His wounds were healed and so was the blood. His once long hair only grew longer, with the tips of it becoming a cloudy white. Two small claw marks on either side of his cheeks poked out, or at least, Muichiro thought they were claw marks. They looked like they were drawn with blood, all crimson red and stuff. His nails were pointed and sharp, glinting in the morning sun, which he evidently kept away from, and his eyes became slited pupils instead. The flames around his soul calmed, being a sky blue now.

A note lay by his side, the handwriting clearly rushed from the scribbles and creases on it. It read:

Dear Muichiro,

Go south of Hateko Village to meet someone. Her name is Kasumi and she should be able to help you on your journey.

Good luck,

Tanjiro

Muichiro stared at the letter, depicting the words and letting them process in his mind. "So, what are you gong to do?" Yuichiro asked, protectiveness clouding his voice. Muichiro thought for a while before making up his mind.

"I'm going to become a demon slayer! To cure you!" As he packed his bag, he wasn't aware of Yuichiro's turquoise eyes watching him. Yuichiro smiled creepily to himself at that sentence. "Don't worry my cute little brother, I'll protect you on your journey..."

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"Here, Yui, see if you can fit in here."

Muichiro sat back to observe his handiwork. He had fashioned together a tightly woven basket using the wood and bamboo stalks scattered around the house. They would need some way for Yuichiro to travel during the daytime, and this basket was their best option.

Still, Muichiro couldn't help but think the basket looked somewhat small. He and his brother weren't big by any definition, but he wondered if Yuichiro could really fit comfortably inside. He watched as his younger twin stared blankly at the basket for several seconds before crawling inside. It definitely didn't look comfortable with how scrunched in he was, but somehow, he did fit, and he was able to close the lid over him.

Muichiro's felt a sudden somberness. He looked around the house one last time; small and rundown as it was, it was still home. Their parents' graves were here, and all their memories, too. But just as the nostalgia was starting to get the better of him, Muichiro remembered himself and shook his head in sadness. He and his brother had nothing to gain from such sentimentality; better to leave now before they made it any harder on themselves.

The boy nodded and slipped the basket onto his back. Though it was still unbelievably light, he could feel his twin's presence within. It gave him comfort, and the strength of will he needed. "Let's go."