Solar Blade

Come Home

Nezuko crawled up in the futon. She gazed meekly at the other two, empty futons beside hers. They belonged to Tanjiro and [Name]. Oh, how she wanted them back. She bit into her muzzle, the bamboo straining under her bite, yet still staying strong. She rubbed her eyes, before noticing how long her nails were. They were about the length of a small piece of charcoal! And they were pink too! Pretty.

The door slides open, and Nezuko finds Urokodaki walking into the room. She finds it scary how she can't see his face, but she trusts him so much. If Tanjiro and [Name] could trust him with her safety, then Urokodaki was an ally. If not, it would be difficult to determine whether she'd be alive and breathing. Probably because she wouldn't be.

She stretched her arms out, before landing in Urokodaki's arms, receiving her morning hug. She smiled behind her muzzle, and contently tightened her grip on him. She released Urokodaki, before he patted her head with his wrinkly hands. She sat back down on the ground, running her long fingernails through her hair. She closes her eyes as she stretches again, tired.

"Nezuko? How are you?" Urokodaki asks, and Nezuko can tell that his voice is kind and sweet behind the mask.

Unable to form sentences with her muzzle, she can only reply with, "Mm hmm!". Yet, to emphasise her point, she closes her eyes and bobs her head around happily.

"That's good to hear- see," Urokodaki speaks, sitting beside Nezuko.

After a while of silence, Nezuko can hear him speak again. But, his voice seems quite solemn. Like [Name]'s voice when income was slow and Tanjiro's voice when... actually, he never sounded sad.

"Do you miss your siblings?" Urokodaki asks, looking down at Nezuko with his hands on his knees.

Nezuko thinks about her answer. Well, they hadn't been around for a while, and she couldn't smell them nearby. Maybe her sense of smell had declined after sleeping for so long. But nothing bad would be happening to them, right? She nodded her head, yet her happy expression didn't match the response she gave.

"Don't worry. They will return," Urokodaki speaks.

Hearing that, Nezuko grinned behind the muzzle, before curling back up in the futon again. She closed her eyes as Urokodaki slipped the blanket over her small frame. He couldn't bring himself to smile when seeing Nezuko. For all he knew, Tanjiro and [Name] could be dead and Nezuko would be vulnerable as a demon. If they truly were dead, he wouldn't know what to do with her. Nezuko's breathing relaxes as her state of slumber deepens. Urokodaki looks upwards at the ceiling, before whispering to himself.

"...If they'll ever be back..."

But Nezuko doesn't sleep that easily.

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[Name] and Tanjiro moved further in towards the group. [Name] could hear incessant muttering to their side. They shot a sidelong glance at the boy beside them. His hair was yellow, a strange colour, and he had an even stranger yellow haori. Were those triangles on that haori? Nevertheless, [Name] could hear him muttering uselessly.

"I'm gonna die," the yellow haired boy speaks.

"Huh?" [Name] asks, giving the boy a strange look.

"I'm a goner. Even if I survive now, I'm gonna die in the end anyway," he replies.

[Name] nods their head. So this was the attitude of some slayers? How pathetic. But then again, they weren't allowed to talk. The source of their confidence is rooted from a blade. It is rooted from a demon's powers. Not even their own. But, they weren't going to admit that to this boy.

"Okay, die then. I don't ca-"

Tanjiro brings his hand to clamp over [Name]'s mouth when they hear the two people at the front speaking again. Those two twins. So they would also conclude this selection too? Tanjiro felt calm seeing them. They simultaneously spoke, "Welcome back."