𝓑𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓰𝓮 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓒𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓕𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀 || Muichiro × Reader

・❥・ Chapter Four

Someone tell me why my backyard looks so scary at night. Look at the picture. Why does it look so terrifying? Why does it look like that? I showed my camp counselor, and she was like, "Ew." Anyway, I'm sorry if I'm terrible at writing. I've read back, and it's kind of bad. 👁👄👁

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The fight comensed with Lower One, with Tanjiro knocking out sometimes and (Y/n) knocking out sometimes. But this time, Tanjiro was asleep for a minute. (Y/n) had to hold his unconscious body while glitching herself away from the demon's attacks. There were drawbacks. She was coughing blood, and it was running down her nose. Ringing stuck her ears. It gave her a headache. She felt helpless as red liquid dripped down her ears, staining her white hair. Tanjiro woke up, slamming his head into (Y/n)'s on accident. She gagged. Holding her chest, she murmered, "You just keep fighting. I'll be fine -!"

"Don't put words in the mouths of my family! They would never say that! Your visions, they insult their memory!" Tanjiro screamed as his blade was crashing down on Lower One's neck. It was cut. Sliced off. He was decapitated. But (Y/n) only knew it couldn't end there. Lower One would be much more powerful. This was purposeful.

Tanjiro looked back at (Y/n), who was staring up at him with knitted eyebrows, blood pouring from her mouth. She had no wounds, but still. She was bleeding.

"(Y/n)! How did this happen?" Tanjiro ran up to (Y/n), placing a hand on her shoulder. "I had to protect you, so I needed to glitch you away from his attacks... glitching more than once can lead to me being seriously injured." She grasped Tanjiro's kimono sleeve.

"I understand now." (Y/n) and Tanjiro looked at the severed head, laying on the train roof in a pool of its own blood. "I understand why the Master ordered me to have you disposed of. Disposed with that Hashira!" (Y/n) threw up. She watched the most gruesome, gut-curdling thing happen. His head was severed, but underneath it came blood and guts, all combining into one thing to raise his head above the two.

"Tanjiro, " (Y/n) coughed. "It's the nature of your very existence! You're like a gaping, blistering sore on one's heel. What a lovely expression on your face, one that I have been longing to see. You're wondering why I'm still alive, even after you decapitated me! Well, I'll tell you, since I'm feeling so ecstatic." The ugly body thing moved the demon's head up further, swaying with the wind of the fast-moving train. "I'll try to use small words so even you can understand it. It's because that wasn't actually my true self. The same can be said about what's before you. It may look like my head, but that is not the case. While you were sleeping like a helpless little baby, I fused my being with this entire train!"

(Y/n) stood up frantically, trying to pinpoint where the real body was already. Smoke, glitch, blood, and electricity poured from (Y/n)'s mouth. Tanjiro gaped. "Every inch of it has become my own blood, my flesh, right down to my bones! Haha, the look in your eye. You're starting to understand. For, you see, the more than two hundred passengers on this train, or should I say hostages, will soon become part of my body. Do you think you can protect them? Can you alone prevent me from feasting on all the tasty human flesh that's been packed from stem to stern? Or will my appetite be satiated in full?"

(Y/n) couldn't stand his words anymore. She leaped forward and slashed the guts, but it submerged under the train roof. "Fuck... Tanjiro! You get Inosuke, Zenitsu, and Kyojuro! I'll be at the front of the train trying to get the conductor to stop!" (Y/n) called, already running along the train's roof to the front. "Good luck." She murmered.

(Y/n)'s eyes turned a deep blue color as she scanned the train. It was a murky and dim brownish gray. She snarled. This was bad. Demon's auras were always terrible, but this demon was on another level. He had no sense of respect. No demons do. But this one specifically got on her nerves.