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"How DARE they leave me... I NEED to meet the rest of the Hashiras. UGHH!"
You yelled dramatically as you reached the front of Mount Natagumo, fists clenched, veins popping, and soul screaming like it had been personally insulted.
You looked up at the towering trees.
"Wow... it's actually scarier in person."
Blinking slowly, you took a deep breath. "Yeah. Ain't no way I'm entering that."
You turned around immediately.
Nope. Absolutely not. You had a whole PHOBIA. Spiders? Eight-legged demons of fear? Oh hell nah.
You took three full steps away before your inner voice whispered,
'What about your friends? What about the Hashiras, dear?'
You froze, mid-step, shaking your head like it would somehow erase your fear.
"You're right."
With a loud groan, you spun around, marched straight into the cursed spider woods, and immediately regretted everything.
Every branch creak made you flinch. Every web string made your soul try to flee your body. Your heart pounded in a way that sounded like a whole drumline practicing a death march, and your legs felt like noodles. You were two seconds from crying but powering through like the delulu queen you were, thinking, 'I got this. I GOT THIS.'
Then your foot hit something.
Clink.
You looked down. A katana? Just lying there??!
"...Okay weird but thanks, universe."
You bent down and picked it up. It was heavier than you thought. Your grip tightened around the hilt like it was a lifeline, your knuckles white.
"Maybe I can find one of them," you muttered, mostly to convince yourself.
You took off running, heart pounding harder than your Spotify breakup playlist. Every shadow made you glance sideways. Every rustle made your nerves scream. The fog grew thicker. The air smelled like damp leaves and fear. You weren’t even sure what direction you were heading in until
Wait. That figure up ahead...
The checkered haori...
"TANJIRO!"
You bolted toward him, adrenaline pushing your limbs like you were being chased by literal demons (which, okay, technically you were).
He turned, shocked.
"...Y/N?!"
You skidded to a stop in front of him, panting so hard it felt like your lungs might revolt.
"What are you doing here?!" he demanded, eyes wide like you had grown wings overnight.
You opened your mouth to explain.
"I... I wanted to come with yo-"
But the words caught in your throat when you saw what was behind him.
Threads. Blood.
Nezuko.
Dangling in the air like a puppet.
Your eyes widened so fast your vision practically did a little wiggle. That demon with the red spider eyes was standing calmly, silently, watching both of you like a bored cat.
Rui.
"Y/N, GET OUT OF HERE! IT'S DANGEROUS!"
Tanjiro stepped protectively in front of you, chest out, eyes blazing.
But Rui was already interested. He tilted his head slowly, unnervingly, like he could smell your soul or figure out exactly how many sins you’d committed.
"...Is that your sister too?"
"No, she's not! She's my friend!" Tanjiro said quickly, voice tense.
"I see."
Rui's voice was calm. Too calm.
"I'll give you your sister back... if you give me your friend."
You blinked.
Excuse me WHAT.
Tanjiro's eyes burned with rage.
"What?? No! I won't give you Y/N! She's mine I MEAN she won't be your friend!"
You stared at him.
"Bro..."
He ignored you, stepping forward like he was ready to fight the entire demon population. Every step was determined, righteous, protective, and slightly terrifying.
But Rui wasn't listening anymore. He raised one hand. A thread snapped toward you.
You shrieked.
"EK-!"
You swung your katana, trying to react, but it was too fast. The thread wrapped around your arms, your waist, yanking you into the air like a helpless anime character in some high-stakes scene.
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" you screamed, flailing.
"I just wanted to be your friend?" Rui said blankly.
"Okay, and I wanted a boyfriend with red flags, but this is TOO MUCH," you muttered through gritted teeth, glaring at him like he had personally offended your entire existence.
"...Wait. You know English??"
Rui tilted his head again.
"Every demon knows English."
"...Of course they do," you muttered, rolling your eyes.
Before you could throw another insult, the threads squeezed harder. You cried out, the sting burning your arms. They weren’t crushing you like Nezuko, but it still hurt. You were bleeding.
You looked over at Nezuko. She was barely moving, her pink eyes fluttering softly.
"WHY YOU MF-LET Y/N AND NEZUKO GO RIGHT NOW!!" Tanjiro shouted, voice cracking from rage and frustration.
"YEAH! WHAT HE SAID!!" you snapped, even though your voice cracked too.
"Silence," Rui said, flicking his fingers again.
The threads jerked, yanking you like a ragdoll. You bit your lip to stop from screaming.
Nezuko whimpered softly.
"Stop it!" Tanjiro yelled. "Stop hurting them!"
"I gave you an offer," Rui repeated, voice monotone. "Your sister... for your friend."
Tanjiro's hands trembled. His sword clenched. He didn’t move. He couldn't.
You looked down at him. His eyes were full of guilt. Yours? Full of blood, spite, and righteous fury.
'I'm gonna murder this string bean with my bare hands,' you thought, body shaking. Dizzy. Vision starting to blur.
That creepy-ass demon was trying to treat you like a damn bargaining chip.
You didn’t hate Rui before.
You do now.
And if this little bug-eyed, string-wielding, overly polite puppet thinks you're going out like a damsel in distress..
He's got the wrong girl.
Your katana glinted in the foggy light. Fingers white around the hilt.
'Okay. Time to show him why you’re not just some random human to mess with.'
Hello sorry for not posting I was busy and since school for me is gonna start soon....
But I'll still try to post... Bye!!
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