Dispassionate

31

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31) Sleep Demon part two

Seiko let his eyes open when he heard a girl struggling to breathe. He looked to the girl on the ground, Rengoku towering over her. He looked at the girl on the ground, and then the one asleep on the seat behind him.

Where did Tanjiro go? He was right next to him when he fell asleep.

He heard something crash on the roof on the train and he looked up, squinting his eyes slightly. Why was he in the roof? Is the demon up there? No shit Sherlock.

"I'm going up on the roof." He said, walking over to the window. He looked up before he felt someone grab him. Ew.

"You see.... This isn't my real body. But now I know why Master Muzan wants you exterminated. You're too much of a threat to be kept alive." The demon grinned at him as its head was attached to something... interesting.

I'm just gonna say it, a fucking flesh tentacle. Yeah, LAUGH IT UP.

It disappeared into the mental of the roof and soon the entire steam engine was covered in the, um.... Meaty flesh. Can I please give up? No? Yeah, I know.

Tanjiro had turned around. Merging with a train? That means it still has its weak spot. "The front." He muttered, dashing forward with great speed.

Cutting through a demons neck with nichirin killed it, so he had to disconnect the first car from the rest.

Tanjiro jumped into the coal, looking down at the front. Did the collateral even matter? Ehh, probably not, I mean me making him get injured almost every chapter doesn't so womp womp.

Tanjiro used his katana to cut through the roof. He jumped down and looked at the conductor, who sat still next to the engine. He had something in his shaky hand, the item glinting in the moonlight.

He decided it best to ignore him, and look for its neck. Smell it out. Find the opening thread.

He took a deep inhale through his nose and swung his sword down on the hard metal, revealing the bone of its neck. He had brought his katana back up, harshly moving it to the bone of its neck.

Water breathing, fifth form, Water Surface Slash

Just as he was about to hit its neck with his blade, hands sprout up and pushed him away. Forget Tanjiro destroying the roof, the entire cart was gone, instead replaced by what engulfed the rest of the train. The smell made his face scrunch up in disgust.

One of the walls filled with eyes, the kanji inside said the new word of his nightmares. Sleep.

His eyes forced themselves shut in an instant, opening almost as quick.

Sleep. Slit throat. Awaken. Repeat. An endless cycle for the next hour. However, the lack of changed scenery made it look like a murder scene. Fresh blood choosing to splash over the rest of it, the snow almost fully melted.

ANYWAYS

Tanjiro's katana was dangerously close to cutting through his skin. Hot, red beads fell down his neck. The... train grinned in satisfaction at the mental torture.

Tanjiro felt somebody yank the katana away from his neck as his eyes opened. He looked up at Zenitsu with those dead eyes, face distorted with confusion and hysteria.

"This isn't a dream!" He grabbed the boys shoulders and shook him slightly. Tanjiro slowly stood up and adjusted the position of his katana. He looked at the demons neck, his lower lip twitching slightly. Kill it. Kill it.

Use that rage. That fire. Let it burn.

Sun breathing, Third Form, Raging Sun.

He cut through the tendrils in the way of his goal, feeling the train, the fucking TRAIN, shake, or vibrate, in pain. It didn't regenerate as fast as before. In fact it hardly regenerated its flesh at all.

Eight form, Solar Heat Haze.

This time it screeched. He could hear it. The burning pain impacting the demon's ability to focus or regenerate.

Fifth form, Fire Wheel.

Tanjiro cut through the bone of the neck. He heard the ear piercing scream again, this time having to cover his ears, along with Zenitsu. Something felt wrong. Other than the shaking of the train.

He turned his head to look at Zenitsu. He smelled someone else there. Someone he had completely forgotten about.

He ran over to Zenitsu, pushing him away so the absolutely DISGUSTING, INFECTION INDUCING, SHIT SMELLING, HORNY LOOKING demon bone needle wouldn't touch his single ass. Zenitsu doesn't need something to penetrate him yet.

Tanjiro let out a groan of pain as he clutched his abdomen. I've not a clue what I'm writing, I'm too tired for this shit right now. Might pass out lmao.

I'm sorry, I'm yapping.

Long story short
The train crashed
And I'm going to bed