Time Travel Shenanigans (Kimetsu no Yaiba Reader Insert)

Things Go Down

Tanjirou lay on the ground like a dead weight. He was in great pain from being stabbed with an ice-pic by the conductor. Blood was gushing out of his abdomen, and staining his uniform. The wound was something that you could heal, but Tanjirou thought he would die before you got there. He was gasping as if he was drowning in the ocean. His lungs were closing in on themselves.

He looked up at the sky. The stars were starting to fade away. Morning was going to come soon. He had to keep himself alive until then. Help would arrive at that time. No one else was with him at the moment. He told Inosuke to save the conductor being crushed by one of the train cars. The masked boy had told him about leaving the man there, but Tanjirou wouldn't let that happen. He was still in a lot of pain right now. The most the redhead could give to him was empathy.

Above him, Tanjirou saw someone's face. They were blurry at first, but after he blinked he could see their features. Yellow hair, with red ends. Eyes that were yellowish. The strange eyebrows that were black for some reason. He was staring at Rengoku.

"You can use total concentration constant now?" the flame hashira asked. "Very impressive."

Tanjirou was so dumbfounded by the blood loss, along with the hashira's appearance. "Rengoku?" his words fumbled over on each other.

"That's already taking a step to becoming a hashira," Rengoku said. "Although, there are a million more."

"I'll do my best."

Rengoku was silent. He was staring at the bleeding coming from Tanjirou's abdomen. Yet, he kept a smile rather than a frown that Giyuu might have. "A blood vessel is broken," he said. "Focus your breathing to spread the sensitivity."

The redhead did as told, and took deeper breaths. They were unlike the ones earlier, shallow, and desperate. He then felt pain jolt from the stabbing wound. He could practically feel the blood coming out of the vein. It was surreal.

"There," Rengoku said. "Now stop the bleeding." His eyes were wide. He placed the tip of his finger on Tanjirou's hard forehead, as he saw him struggling. "Focus."

Tanjirou focused even more, doing as instructed. His breaths started to target the wound. If he weren't doing this, he would most likely bleed out before you could get to him. But this was better. He didn't want you to go through so much work in healing him. Tanjirou grunted as he kept using his breaths. He felt something in his body that was closing in. It was near where the stab wound was. He made sure that it closed even more, then he gasped when it was fully done.

Rengoku smiled. "You stopped it," he said. The wide smile he had never left his face.

The redhead looked down with astonishment. He didn't know there was a way to heal wounds through his breathing. Maybe if he told you, you wouldn't be so worried anymore.

"It's not like you can do everything," Rengoku said. "But if you master your breathing, you can get stronger than the day before."

"Right," Tanjirou said. He was out of breath for the most part. The redhead received another bright smile from the flame hashira. It was as if he was the sun himself.

He gave the redhead a thumbs up. "Everyone is safe," he said. "There's a lot of people injured, but nothing life threatening."

Tanjirou sighed in relief. There would be some time where he wouldn't have to push with living. He let himself rest, and settle on the ground he was laying on. The dirt acted as a pillow for him.

Suddenly, he could smell a demon's presence. There was a rumble within the earth. The demon's scent was unlike any others that Tanjirou has slain. The redhead couldn't move his body all that well to get a good look at the scene. Clouds of dirt were surrounding, and he saw the figure of the demon. He was slim, with lines all over his body as if he drew them on himself. His hair was pink. Rengoku looked towards the demon while getting into a defensive position. Tanjirou, wanted to help him, if only he could move his body to do so.