宝物 | 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄

一

(English or Spanish?
Tanjiro: JAPANESE!! :3)

(Japanese is normal font and English is bold)

"AGH-!"

Cold, hard pavement hammers onto my back as I collide with the ground. Pain, harsh and sharp, shoots through my body before my mind could catch up to the circling events. My mind goes hazy and tears well up in my eyes, crimson blood spouting from my throat.

There'd been nothing to soften my immense fall, so the only thing I could catch was my conscience. Every second that passed would keep in time with the constant pulsing in my veins. My spine feels like it'd been shattered, and I can't bring myself to move. Lying almost lifelessly on an unfamiliar paving wouldn't help with the situation - yet, it was the only thing I can bring myself to do.

I can feel the blood flowing through my body, travelling through each vein and crevice of my system. The overwhelming feeling of pain is clouding my senses and can only allow me space to wheeze and cough strugglingly. Sure, I'd been hurt before, but this type of pain was nothing short of agony.

The vermillion liquid that I'd coughed up is starting to dry up and crack on my cheeks. A few splatters that had made it to the ragged paving have dried, too.

Bringing a shaky hand to my cheek, and using every bit of energy I held in my aching muscles, my fingers brush against the flakes of blood and wipe each bit off. An evidently peach-like colour still lingers on my face, but that was simply a first-world problem.

However, my current situation was worse than that.

Quick yet brunt strikes of pain dash up and down my back whenever I move. It was as if thousands of needles are hammering into my spine, teasing and tauntingly torturing my every move.

My left elbow meets the ground in a feeble attempt to give myself grounding in my position, yet all it did is lift my upper body and deliver a boxed-up package of pain. Harsh grunts of distress and desperation weave out of my lips through each movement. Still, the best I can do at the moment was keep still and wait for something to dawn upon me.

And boy, am I the luckiest person alive.

Also the unluckiest.

"がいじおぶですか？！"

A pair of footsteps dash over into earshot, the gravel below crunching with each step the approaching anomaly took. The rustling of fabric got more apparent as whoever shouted whatever came close.

The paving crunched harshly once more as the stranger crouched beside me. A gentle, calloused hand, tattooed with marks and scars which caved over in time lands tenderly on my back, which only made my suffering worse. A harsh grunt leaves me, and the hand immediately snaps away.

"え、ごめんなさい！がいじおぶですか？"

...

I must've hit my head too hard.

"Could you.. hrgh-! repeat that.?"

All movement that came from them freezes over, an evidently stale aura coming from their body language alone. (I can't even see what they're doing!!)

"なに？"

You've gotta be kidding.

"Dude..hghh... I'm not joki-hhihh-ng around here-gghhh...just talk normally.."

My arguing seems to fall upon deaf ears, as the stranger keeps spouting nonsense.

Clearly, my patience is being tested here. Some dookie ass nobody walked up to me when I felt like Satan had shoved his pointed stick up your booty and travelled across your spine, and decided to mumble rap their next album.