Dispassionate

28

*cutely listens to Ayesha Erotica while making this chapter*

28) Wishful Dreams

Tanjiro had taken his seat across from Rengoku, next to Seiko. He had pressed himself as close as possible to the wall, basically suffocating himself. Seiko sat closer to the aisle, staring up at the man who would punch their tickets.

He had already handed his over, and was just about to receive it back. But there was something wrong. He smelled something. It was only for a moment but it was sickeningly sweet, like what was on Mount Natagumo.

It creeped him the hell out.

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This Kamado boy is a lot more distant than I expected! I haven't heard him muttered a single word either, how strange! I'm sure he's just shy!

I looked at the man as he handed me my ticket back. "Thank you!" I yelled. He just nodded. Must be tired after such a long day of work. That I can understand.

I looked back at the two boys. Kamado held his ticket tightly between his pointer fingers and thumbs. Seiko had stuffed his back into his pocket without a care. Something felt off about this, but what?

Demon.

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Rengoku suddenly stood up and whipped his sword out. He ran down the cart of the train into the next, the four demon slayers quick to follow.

They had run at least two or three cars down before they saw the flame Hashira again, in the midst of beheading a demon. Inosuke stared at him in awe through his mask, although you could see the sparkle around him.

Zenitsu looked as the man turned back to them. Amazing.

I'm not writing that big brother bs. SO BACK TO THE TRAIN CAR WE GO!

Tanjiro has sat pressed to the wall again while Seiko and Rengoku conversed. He looked out the window as they passed trees in a blur. Something outside had caught his eye, maybe an animal that ran past them. But what the fuck is that fast? It turned his head towards him.

Those golden eyes glowed in the dark as it outran the engine. Tanjiro ignored it a bit, maybe just a wild cat, which makes absolutely no sense. He decided to not let it bother him and just listen to the two speak.

"What about your family, young man?" Rengoku asked Tanjiro, who jolted. What about his family? What were they even talking about before? He wasn't really paying attention when he had busied himself what whatever was outside.

"Agh— that might be a sensitive topic for certain people, maybe he's not comfortable talking about it!" Seiko interrupted, speaking for the red head. Tanjiro was very grateful for that, he didn't really want to talk to the man. He scared him in a way.

Having to talk to Shinobu was one thing, but this man is to happy and blunt about things for his taste. Tanjiro felt targeted enough when Shinazugawa sparred with him, and he didn't know anything about this guy. Rengoku.

Maybe he should have listened to what they were talking about. "My apologies!" He yelled out. Tanjiro just nodded. If he doesn't tell him anything, he has nothing to say about him.

Rengoku had decided to shift his gaze the window, owl-like eyes looking up at the stars and moon.

Tanjiro felt Seiko's head fall onto his shoulder. He looked down at the sleeping boy and felt his eyes begin to grow heavy. Since when did he fall asleep so easily? Maybe it would just be better for him to let sleep over take him.