Time Travel Shenanigans (Kimetsu no Yaiba Reader Insert)

You go from Queens, to Japan, to Old Japan

You and your twin had always been drawn to the moon. For as long as you could remember, you two would stay up late and just look at it. The clouds would sometimes cover it so slightly that it looked kinda creepy. In your old apartment, you had the perfect view every night.

"Hey Queens."

A short guy with brown hair and glasses was next to you. You didn't really know his name, and he didn't know yours. Everyone would just call you where you first moved from, Queens, New York. Except, they left out the New York part because it'd be kinda weird calling you New York. The boy pointed to the clock, saying it was three. 'It's time to do already,' you thought. 'Damn.'

"Thanks," you said.

"No problem Queens," the boy said.

You grabbed your stuff and headed out of the classroom. School was probably the worst thing about moving to Japan. At least for you. Your twin, Charlie, didn't have all that much trouble at all. Speaking of which, you saw her walking down the hall right now. She had her hair down to cover up the cochlear implant by her ear. You give her a small wave to let her know where you are.

"Hi twin," Charlie signs. You sign back the same thing to her.

"Anyone bother you today?" you signed. Charlie shook her head, no. You sighed in relief. Ever since you got here, people made fun of her hearing disability. It was one of the main reasons you moved from Queens. That and your parents getting a divorce, plus your dad getting all custody rights to you and Charlie.

While walking home, you and your twin sister were silent. It was a comfortable silence. You remembered when you were little that you could hold out conversations like that. Especially at night, when you were supposed to be sleeping. It was just you two, the moon being the only witness. It's bright light would wash over you like a blessing, especially when it's full.

You grabbed the keys to your apartment and unlocked the door. "Hey dad," you said while looking down. Your monotone voice didn't really give off much of a worry. When you looked up, you saw that he wasn't in the living room, or cooking dinner in the kitchen. Well, that wasn't the only place you've seen him, but it's where he was when you and Charlie usually get home. "Dad you home?" you called out. There was a little tension in your voice. The apartment was empty and the lights were off.

Charlie then tapped on your shoulder. "He might still be at work," she signed. There was a reassuring smile on her face.

You nodded and went to turn on the lights. The light had illuminated the mess that was your apartment. Your dad is kind of a hoarder so this wasn't your first rodeo in messes. Still, it was a little messier than usual. 'This ain't dad messy,' you thought. You motioned Charlie to follow you as you went on the search to look for your dad.

"Dad this ain't funny," you called down the hall. You pushed the door to his office open. There was nothing there, only the mess that he would leave behind day to day. Then you got a closer look. Something black was doing something in there. It was nothing you could recognize from your dad. "Stay here," you signed. "I'll check it out."

Charlie nodded and put her hand against the doorway. You walked into the darkness that was your dad's office. There was muttering coming from the black thing in the corner. You couldn't recognize what it was saying, or what it was for that matter. It felt like time started to slow down, like a split second decision could change everything you would do moving forward. You took another step towards the thing, holding your hand out slightly. Maybe you could hear what it was saying or something. You honestly didn't know what you were doing at this point. Plus, Charlie is counting on you to, hopefully, find your dad.

That was when you saw the thing turn around. Its eyes were cold, white, and dead inside. They reminded you of when you would be squeezed too tight by your Aunt Barbara. "Do you by any chance know what I'm looking for," the thing said. Its voice was raspy, but still intimidating, like an alcoholic that had too much to drink that day.