12 (edited)
Sanemi burst into the courtyard like a walking thunderstorm, white hair flying and eyes blazing. "Who the hell let these clowns travel with a demon? Spill it, what's the deal here?" he barked.
You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. "Okay, first of all, calm down, dude. We're not villains or anything. Just vibin' with a demon. It's complicated, alright?"
Tanjiro looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole. "Y-yeah... it's not what it seems."
Sanemi snorted, stepping closer, voice low and harsh. "A demon is a demon. No cute backstory or 'vibin' with it' changes that. You're breaking every rule we got."
You smirked, unbothered. "Rules? Bruh, sometimes you gotta break a few to save the ones who matter. Plus, Nezuko's not your average demon, okay?"
Tengen chuckled, shaking his head. "She's got guts, I'll give her that."
You shot him a quick glare. "Duh, I'm not just some background character."
Sanemi growled. "Your 'guts' won't save you if you get yourself killed."
You leaned in, voice playful but sharp. "Maybe. But at least I'm doing something. You're just yelling like my angry uncle at Thanksgiving."
Giyuu stepped forward quietly, voice steady. "Sanemi, enough. This isn't just about rules anymore. If Y/N is with Tanjiro and Nezuko, then so am I."
Sanemi scowled but held his tongue.
You grinned, whispering to Tanjiro, "See? Even Mr. Moody's on our side."
Rengoku's booming voice cut through the tension. "Let's wait till the trial! But remember, sometimes, it's the unexpected that changes everything."
You rolled your shoulders.
Out of nowhere, Sanemi grabbed Nezuko's box like it was some kind of prize he'd been waiting to snatch. His eyes were sharp, full of that trademark fierce glare. "Back off! This ends now!" he barked, voice rough like a storm.
Tanjiro didn't hesitate. With no warning, he slammed his forehead straight into Sanemi's, the sound echoing like a drumbeat. "Ow! What the hell, dude?!" Sanemi growled, stumbling back, clutching his head where Tanjiro had hit him.
You stepped up, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow. "Yo, Sanemi, cool it. You're acting like someone just stole your last slice of pizza. Relax."
Sanemi shot you a glare sharp enough to cut glass. "This isn't a joke! That box holds a demon - a serious threat."
You rolled your eyes, smirking a little. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. But maybe if you didn't treat her like she's about to explode, she wouldn't be so on edge."
Tanjiro gave you a quick thankful look while rubbing his forehead. "Thanks, Y/N."
You just shrugged like it was no big deal. "Someone's gotta keep these hotheads from going full chaos mode."
Sanemi growled low but didn't argue back. Instead, he fixed a hard, dangerous glare at Tanjiro. "Don't think this is over. You're skating on thin ice."
You winked at him, voice playful but confident. "Good thing I brought my ice skates!! Loser."
Everyone went quiet after Tanjiro's headbutt and your little sarcastic mic drop. The air was tense, but not the same angry kind as before. Just... awkward. Heavy. Judgy.
You were still standing there, arms crossed, eyes squinting at Sanemi like, "Yeah? You want round two or nah?"
He muttered under his breath and looked away, clearly still pissed, but not saying anything else probably because of the massive headache Tanjiro gave him.
The Hashira were silent for a few beats, eyes bouncing between Tanjiro, Nezuko's box... and you. Yeah. You. You could feel the judgment crawling up your spine.
Mitsuri tilted her head, lips parted slightly. She looked at you like you were the most fascinating creature she'd ever seen. "Y/N's energy is so... intense! But not bad. Actually kinda cute. I wonder if she likes mochi? She seems like the type to like sweet things."
Tengen was leaning on his blade now, staring straight at you, one brow raised like he was trying to figure out what genre you were. "She's unhinged. Flashy, loud - she'd either be a terrible shinobi or the greatest one ever. No in-between."
Muichiro blinked slowly. He looked lost in thought or maybe lost in space. "She talks weird. And loud. Kinda like a crow that knows memes."
Rengoku's eyes were shining, literally sparkling. "What spirit! What bravery! She speaks with fire in her voice and such creativity! 'Ice skates'... what a strange but honorable thing to say!"
Obanai narrowed his eyes at you like you'd insulted his snake. "Why isn't she tied up like the others? Why is she standing so casually? Why does she talk like that?"
Gyomei let out a small sigh, tears already forming like always. "So young... already forced to carry such weight. May she be protected in this cruel world."
Shinobu's lips curved into a polite smile, but her eyes were calculating. "She's definitely not from here. And clearly not trained. But... the confidence is impressive. Might be useful. Or dangerous."
Sanemi didn't think anything. Okay, he did, but it was mostly cursing. "I swear, if she says one more thing-"
You sneezed. "Bless me," you mumbled casually, brushing dust off your sleeves.
The silence was broken.
Tanjiro looked at you like please don't make this worse, but Nezuko gently tapped the inside of the box, like she agreed with you. Even Tomioka turned slightly your way, eyeing you curiously.
Maybe this trial wasn't going to go the way the Hashira thought. And neither were you.
End of chapter
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