Time Travel Shenanigans (Kimetsu no Yaiba Reader Insert)

You Reunite With the Squad

TRIGGER WARNING!!!: Thoughts of self-harm

Nighttime was still around when you woke up. Everything was silent. The wind passing by seemed so peaceful. You couldn't help but feel creeped out by it though. It might've been because you were so used to having three sleepy boys in the room with you. But they weren't here this time. Chills went through you as if a cold front passed by. You then realized you were in the hospital uniform as you rubbed your arms. 'Did those three little girls strip me?' you thought. Heat rushed to your cheeks as you hid your chest from no one. They did it out of being professional, but it was still embarrassing.

You remembered what happened before you were knocked out. Rengoku was fighting an upper moon. That pasty white boy of a demon punched him in the stomach. You didn't know what you did, but you remembered Rengoku knocking you out. Wait. You were remembering things from the train. The upper moon, that demon leaching onto your leg. Even Inosuke trying to fight a train. You pumped your fist to your chest. 'Hell yeah, take that ghost lady,' you thought.

There was also the fact about Rengoku's injury. That ghost lady told you that he didn't survive it. Well, you kind of trusted your gut more. And it told you the same thing. The flame hashira was gone. Your gut also told you that it was your fault. That you caused it. Your powers had gone haywire in that moment. At first, you thought you were okay. But you realized that you weren't controlling your powers. They were controlling you. Fear took over in those moments your eyes turned white. It was as if that was the only emotion you could feel.

'Guess I'm the mayor of Guiltytown now,' you thought. It surely did seem that way with everyone dying around you. Even your friends getting hurt put you in a massive guilt trip. Why is it that you have a healing power, but you aren't able to use it at all? As you thought more about Rengoku's death, your thoughts got darker. It brought you into this numb state. Things like, 'you should've died instead' and 'use the knife in the kitchen, momma did it before and she still lives' were replaying.

You then felt a gust of wind coming from in the room. Thankfully, you snapped out of your dark thoughts to notice it. It looked like the room had gotten darker. A pair of glowing red eyes appeared in front of you. They were attached to the figure of a tall man in a gray shirt and jeans. A paper bag covered his face other than the glowing eyes. You wondered if he could breathe all that well with it on. The man was just standing there, but he didn't give off a menacing aura. If anything, he looked curious.

He walked up to the foot of the bed. You backed up to the wall, dragging your leg. 'Why can't I move it?' you thought. Then, you thought back to when the train demon leeched onto your leg. Was this the result of that? It had to have been.

The man's figure was quite tall and skinny from what you could see in the dark. "Um, hello?" you stammered. Instantly, you covered your mouth, knowing what you just said was in English. The mysterious man gave you a friendly wave. He then pointed to where his mouth should be, and shook his head. You let out a small 'oh'. So he did understand your language.

"You got a name?" you asked.

The mysterious man waved his hands in a circling motion like a psychic using their crystal ball. Then, a notebook and pen materialized from thin air. You stared, amazed at what happened. The mysterious man opened it, and wrote something down. He showed you the now written on page. It said, "Ethan".

"So your name is Ethan?" you said. "That's a nice name."

Ethan wrote down "Thank you, I thought of it myself," in the notebook. It was written in English. You internally sighed out of relief in being able to talk to someone in your native language. You let yourself relax your shoulders, knowing that Ethan wouldn't hurt you on purpose. Yet you kept your distance since he was a stranger.