『WARNING!』

- Swearing

- Tiny Angst

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『2nd Person』
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"A change of clothes"

The old lady was somehow there, sitting on her knees and on the ground, with your futons and more comfortable kimonos to wear.

"And here is your meal."

Once you got into the kimonos, the old lady was there again. Same position, with all your meals for the night, ready.

You were glad that the kimonos were a bit bigger for you then expected, yet, you were still pretty nervous that one of the boys would find out. You just hoped they wouldn't observe you in the kimono.

Plus, you were able to have a cloth around your head!

"She has to be a monster, (Y/n)! That old lady's a monster!!" Zenitsu was the first to react, screaming right beside you. "She's so quick, it's eerie! She's a monster!" He points out. "A monster hag—" Tanjiro lifts up his fist, hitting Zenitsu on the head with it. You just went over to your meals and sat down, nodding in thanks to the old lady on the way.

The three males noticed, following after you and sitting down with you. Starting to eat with you, as well.

When you all started to eat however, Inosuke was eating his meal with his hands. No chopsticks. Just eating very messily with his own bare-hands that have wield katanas owned by him. Tanjiro and Zenitsu stare at Inosuke, not pleased with how he was showing his manners. You honestly didn't care, but still felt annoyed with how he wasn't showing manners and was chewing so loud.

You were surprised to see his face looking so..feminine. Even when he has such a muscular body, you're a bit surprised to see that his face isn't masculine. Long eyelashes, beautiful emerald eyes, and a soft face. Although, his rough voice gives it away.

"Use your chopsticks." Zenitsu spoke up, but gets ignored by the male, instead, he just grabs your food and shoves it in his mouth. Inosuke smirks, chuckling before taking another and continues to chuckle at you. Causing Zenitsu to gasp in shock while Tanjiro glares at him, about to give him a scolding like how a mother would when a kid breaks something. However, you just stare back at Inosuke and push your meal towards him.

You already felt like you lost your appetite from this guy. Might as well just let this annoying feminine-looking guy do what he wants, he'll just get tired of it or something in the end.

The response you get from Inosuke is an angered scream, along with Tanjiro shooting a smile to you and praising you for being kind to do that. Meanwhile, Zenitsu sits there with confusion plastered on his face, not even understanding a thing on what's happening at this moment anymore. 'He's totally forgotten about the box!!' Zenitsu thought, watching as Inosuke throws glares at your way, snarling on his own food. 'Gimme a break, you thug! Moron! Eyelashes!!' He starts to call him named in his head, a vein popping out on his cheek.

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"Your bedding."

"There she is! The monster hag—" Once again, Tanjiro bonks his fist on Zenitsu head, perhaps a bit harder than it was on the last one. Inosuke dives towards one of the futons, laying on his side with his arm laying down in front of him, one of his legs perched up as the other is laid down, his hand keeping his head up.

Which in turn, left with you closing your eyes instantly before you can peak at whatever has been shown to you.

You sure as hell didn't want nor need to see...you know what underneath all that clothing. Inosuke really did started to get on your nerves when he got into that type of position, not respecting other people's sight.

"First come, first served!" Inosuke cockily yelled.

"I'm taking this one!" He pats the futon he's laying currently laying on, expecting to see if you or Tanjiro would get angry and finally accept his challenge he's been awaiting to be started.

Sadly for him, Tanjiro simply smiles gently, saying that it's fine and he's able to sleep wherever he wants to sleep.

An irk mark appears on the back of his head, obviously not happy with the answer he got.

"Where do you want to sleep, Zenitsu?" Tanjiro asked, turning his head to the said latter. Zenitsu looks at the ground, humming in thought. You flinch a little from Inosuke's sudden shriek as a pillow is smacked right into the poor blonde's face. "Inosuke!" Tanjiro shouted, instantly recovering from his shock. Inosuke only responds him back with a click of his tongue and a turned head, avoiding eye-contact. Tanjiro sighs, looking at the rest of the futons. There was only two left. Turmoil drips onto his face, a question on why there's only two left bouncing in his head. There's four of you guys, so why three? 'Wait...' Tanjiro feels like his face was lit on fire, blinking at the two last futons. 'That means...I could sleep with to (Y/n)-san in one of them!!' He could feel his heart beating, almost as if he ran miles and miles far longer than he would've thought. Swirling his head away from the others, he hides his reddened face. Shyly, he grins at the ground at the thought of it actually happening. He blinks, shaking his head a bit to try and get out of that state as his thought wanders off to why on earth did he start blushing like a shy kindergartener about to ask the person of their dreams on a date during recess.

The door behind you guys slides open, revealing two doctors and including the same old lady who owns this wisteria house.

The first doctor was a male, the second being a female.

"Here are the doctors." The old lady notifies. "Hello." The both of them say in unison, bowing down a bit as a greeting. "Also," The old lady turns to you. "I forgot to tell you that you will be in another room, alone." You nod, not paying any mind that Tanjiro was sulking a little, for some reason.

"Come with me." The female doctor politely tells you, walking off to the other room you were assigned to.

You follow her, hearing Zenitsu whine about why you get to be with a pretty female in another room alone as you leave the room. You purse your lips, not understanding on why it's such a big deal. "Females are females, Males are males." Not seeing what's the difference on why it matters about the gender your being with alone together in a room.

When you finally step into the room after the doctor, you see that there's already a futon laid down in the center of the room for you.

"Sit down and show me your back, please." You swallow your saliva, nodding slowly. You walk to the center of the room onto the futon, parting your kimono and allowing only the top half of it fall. Slowly but surely, you sit down on your knees, your back completely straight from you being nervous about this. The doctor checks your back, watching as you almost hiss from the sharp pain that shot through your back when she puts a bit of pressure on the very middle of your back.

After she's done with your back, she goes to check your front torso, all while humming the whole time. You could hear a faint hum from the boys room, too. You were guessing that these two were related, spacing out into your thoughts alone as the lady checks your ribs.

"Alright, you can put your kimono back on." Her voice breaks you out of your thoughts.

Your response was a nod, shoulders no longer tense as it was previously when you have your kimono secured back on covering your torso once more. It wasn't fun, it felt awkward to just show so much skin for you. Even when it's a female, it's just something you would not really do.

But, if it's for your health and information you need, you're willing to do so.

"Yes." She beams at you with a smile, stating that you're very much severely injured and have 3 broken ribs. A sweat drop goes down your head, confused on how she can casually say that with a smile.

She stands up to her feet, saying a goodbye before she leaves the room.

You sit there for awhile, going into your futon afterwards and lay onto your side, remembering about your spine.

Your legs curl up to your chest, taking your kitsune mask off and putting it beside you. A sigh comes through your nose, for once, you're finally able to feel free from all your breath hogging up in your face from underneath the mask. Shutting your eyes closed, slowly relaxing and almost feeling all the stress disappear off your shoulders from the past and present. Keyword, almost.

Just as you were about to knock out into a good sleep, you hear the same familiar yelling from the room next to yours.

"Who are you to talk?!"

Your brow twitches, glaring at the poor wall that would probably shiver in fear from your glare.

"Is there something I can help you with?" The same raspy voice you have gotten used to comes from the elderly lady. Kinda muffled from being farther and having the papered doors closed.

A scream comes after that, picking up a shrilled yelling of 'Monster!'. A scolding yell of 'Hey!' is thrown at the voice before it. The corner of your lip twitches. The feeling of your glare softens, pushing back into a frown however, realizing what you were subconsciously about to do. You knew better than to smile. Your eyelids shut close, your thoughts fading and replaced with the odd-world of imaginations called dreams.

Yet, you never know if those dreams tell the truth like they would, or instead, tells you lies you would not like.

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You open your eyes slowly, groaning a little from being awoken by muffled talking nearby you. 'They're still up...' You grunt, rising up from under your blankets. It's quick but it's slow when you start to hear them clearly, tired from being waking up. "Just how great are the Demon Slayers Corps?" Inosuke muffled voice questions. "Now that you mention it, Inosuke, why did you join the Corps?" Another voice asks the boy, sounding quite familiar. Yourself also starts to wonder, why or how did he even get in the Corps? He seems so..feral and...is like the only with a tiny brain on this world. "You had some kind of reason, didn't you?" Zenitsu buts into the conversation, looking at Inosuke to his left. "A member of the Demon Slayers Corps barged in on me on my mountain, so we compared to see who's stronger, and I seized his sword." He explains, your eyes bore into the wall in front of you, blinking once. Why weren't you surprised. Of course he would somehow join the Corps just because of that.

"And then, I heard there was something called 'Final Selection' , and the fact that demons do exist." You hear him cockily say. "So that's why you joined the Demon Slayers Corps?" Tanjiro pipes up, including on about how him and Inosuke grew in the mountains, too.

"Don't lump me in with you!"

You get up, knowing this talking won't be ending anytime soon, unless you tell them to shut up and go back to your slumber.

Just as you were about to knock on the door, your fist stops an inch or two away from the wood when Zenitsu mentions that he's gonna ask Tanjiro something.

"Why are you traveling with a demon?"

Your breath hitches, feeling turmoil set itself in. 'How does he know about that..?' You wait for how Tanjiro will answer that question you both wanted to avoid.

"Zenitsu..." Tanjiro mumbles.

Your nails dig into your palm, oddly feeling a bit afraid about what's gonna happen.

"You knew about that and still protect the box, huh?" A relief quiet sigh escapes you, your shoulders dropping from being hunched up when you were waiting for Tanjiro's answer. Man, you weren't really expecting that answer from him.

"You really are a great guy, you know that?" Tanjiro compliments Zenitsu, still sounding happy as ever. "Thanks!" Your hand falls to your side, going back to the place it was.

Unexpectedly, you could feel yourself getting pulled into listening to the conversation, forgetting the reason why you were in front of their room in the first place. "You..." Zenitsu utters, obviously sounding flustered. "Don't flatter me so much!" He giggles, sounding like a school girl with a crush. "I have a keen sense of smell." Tanjiro starts to clarify, pointing at his nose.

"From the very start I knew..that you were good and strong." He continues to compliment Zenitsu again.

"No, I'm not strong." Zenitsu replies, ruining the moment that was rising. "Don't give me that." He adds on. "I still haven't forgiven you for leaving Shoichi behind." Zenitsu confesses, getting Tanjiro stuck on his words and trying to at least say something to reply as he panics.

You went stony.

'Why are you so dramatic about a kid..?'

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Aaaaand I have finally finished a chapter. Did this a bit quicker than usual, surprisingly. Don't mind some changes and adding to this chapter and for the rest in the meantime soon. I've been getting better at writing as much as I wish to. But anyways, enjoy this chapter I have given. Apologies that it has been almost a year since I've done a chapter. Not quite sure when I'll be updating again, probably will be next week. Meaning, perhaps I'll be updating once a week. Let me know if there are any mistakes, Ja ne.

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