Just gonna clear something up, our pookie wookie bear with cinnamon and sprinkles (Tanjiro) is emotionless bc I say so
And completely for the plots purposes his eyes will be dead black for the plot
Yes, definitely for the plot. No other reasons.
He's still a ppl pleaser tho it definitely makes sense trust me🤓👍

1) Giyuu Tomioka

Omg I'm writing in first person for the first time?!!?!



I pulled the demon girl off of a young boy. Blood flew from her mouth and tears spilled down her face. The boy looked up at me, then to the demon. He looked a bit confused.

"This girl is a demon, it's my job to kill her." I pointed my katana near a girls chest. She acted like a savage beast, screaming and clawing to get away. It was a futile attempt, considering she was at deaths door.

The boy with dead black eyes stared up at me. He had a large bite mark on his shoulder, hot blood quickly rushed out of it. If only I had gotten there sooner.... Maybe then this could have been avoided.

I raised my katana to her neck and it glided through with ease. I released the fabric of her yakuta and watched as she began to disintegrate, snarling viciously. She looked over at the boy and silenced herself.

"Tan— Tanjiro... big bro—" she couldn't finish her sentence as her head finally disappeared. He stared up at me with those eerie black eyes. His eyes were so wide I could see the black lines underneath them.

"Are you... okay?" He looked up at me, and his breath suddenly hitched. He looked over at the demon then at me. He backed up a bit then stood.

He opened his mouth to say something, but decided against it. He just stared at me. I stared back. He stood up and walked over to where the demon used to be. He tilted his head a bit.

"She was a demon, it was my job to kill her." He nodded. "Do you want help with...." I pointed to his shoulder. He shook his head. What do I do about this?

"Kid...." I hesitated for a few seconds. "Go to Mount Sagiri and find a man named Sakonji Urokodaki. Tell him Tomioka Giyuu sent you. He will train you to become a demon slayer." I looked back at the kid. He still stared at the same spot.

I was about to reach for his shoulder, but he nodded before I could. I just stared at him, before ultimately deciding to leave. He'd be fine on his own.

'I want to die...'




Tanjiro strayed down the mountain. He did not go back to that house. The thought of all that blood sent shivers down his spine.

He looked at the path ahead of him. Had he really traveled that far? Old man Saburo's home was just down the road, maybe he can just stay with him?

He walked down the path where his old footsteps were, however they were now covered in snow. He walked past the house, careful to not make any noise. He was lucky the man wasn't standing outside like he was last night.

He thought he had gotten away safe when he passed the house, but he heard the door slam open behind him. "Who's out there?!" Tanjiro looked behind him and made eye contact with the man. "Tanjiro? What happened to your—"

Before the man could even leave his house Tanjiro bolted down the snowy path. He stumbled on tree roots and stones that jutted out from the corse dirt and snow. "Tanjiro!"

The voice was far away and nearly silent. He was almost down the mountain by now. Correction; he was halfway down— no near the bottom. Actually, he had tripped and was stumbling down. His body violently bashed against the ground and sharp stones and large rocks.

His shoulder hurt like shit, and he saw blood pool into his vision. He ignored the sharp pain in his head as he sat up. Snow felt into his unruly hair. Where was his hair tie? It didn't matter at this point.

He stood up and trudged out of town. He had tried to run from friends or other people who called after him. They refused to leave him alone and he had to struggle out of a few peoples comforting grip. He knew they wanted to help, but he needed to get to Mount Sagiri.

"Tanjiro! Stop you're injured!" A man with short black hair had pulled him into an embrace. Tanjiro had nearly passed out for a few seconds, going limp in his arms.

"Somebody help! Get bandages!" He screamed. Several people came rushing over, trying to stop the bleeding in some way. He felt a hand press down on his shoulder and his eyes shot open.

He used whatever left over adrenaline he had from the pain to push them away and run. His legs ached. "Tanjiro, please!" The guy had called after him. Tanjiro had gotten a considerable distance so far, and he didn't plan on turning back.

People yelled after him, some even followed him to try to give him medical help. They lost his trail after what felt like hours in the cold snow. They had walked ahead for a while. He would pass out from blood loss anyways. Right?






"Oh? Did you need help with something?" A woman had somehow noticed him walk past her. He turned his head to look at her. She seemed busy with something, so she didn't notice the blood that had caked his face. Layers of old, dried, and new blood covered his pale skin.

"Where can I find Mount Sigiri?" He wasn't one for talking, but he needed directions. She didn't turn to look at him, taking care of a child in her arms. "It's quite close, I'd say a days journey. Keep walking down this path, you'll find it eventually."

She turned around to look at him but he was already sprinting down the path. "Thank you!" He yelled. Her eyes widened at his face.

"Uhh, hey— wait up!" She went inside for a few moments with the kid. She came out with a basket.

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