Back On My Bullshit? Ha! I Never Got Off!

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His eyebrows furrowed and the man ground his teeth together. "Too old."

What. "E-excuse me??"

"Useless hag!" The young adult ran off, and someone bumped her arm, an exact duplicate of that guy from before, a twin?? Was this some prank?? Another man ran past, rudely shoving her to the side, sharing the same features?! This had to be a glitch in the matrix or something, until she saw her bag clutched in the arms of one of those tricky bastards.

"Wha- Hey! Get back here!" (Y/N) grit her teeth, chasing after them as they ducked through the alleyways, splitting off one by one through the back alleys shrouded in shadows. In comparison to the streets drenched with light, the tall, tightly compact wooden buildings and uneven terrain they were built on seemed to soak her in uncertainty. Shit! Which one had her stuff?! Her best bet was just following a triplet that she swore jingled with her stuff, but that didn't seem to help her well, they've definitely done this before, they've explored those alleys thoroughly, and she knows the second she stops, she's gonna find herself lost. "Give me back my stuff, you piece of shit-shits? Pieces of shit!"

"Make me, whining crone!" They leaped over a chain link fence, landing with a heavy thud and dipping back out into the streets as she haphazardly clambered over to follow them, but by the time she toppled her way onto the sidewalk, he was much too far for her to catch up. Thankfully, there was someone over there! Right where that thief was running!

"Hey! Stop him!" (Y/N) pleaded with the last of her breath, before realizing that the boy she just asked to tackle someone was definitely a young teen, and they would have no chance to do so, until the redhead proved her wrong. Sliding a foot back, the boy launched forward, the broom he used to sweep leaves from the concrete curb a moment ago now his weapon. His hanafuda earrings chimed behind him, and with one swift strike, the man was down. "Holy crap that kid actually got him..."

A few more people hurried out of the building that she just noticed to be a bakery, and one younger girl reached a hand towards her to help her up. (Y/N) didn't notice until she looked up, but the gentle teenager had a loaf of french bread in her mouth. "Mmmhph mmh?! (Are you alright?!)"

(Y/N) feebly took their hand, lifting herself up with a soft thank you tumbling out of her lips as she caught her breath. In front of her, the young boy held out her bag with a bright smile. "Is this yours?"

"Yes, that is mine..." She gasped, taking her bag out of his hands and smiling the best she could at her savior. "Thank you..."

"I'm Tanjiro Kamado! Are you new here? You have a bit of an accent." The boy tilted his head, and (Y/N) glanced at the large scar on his forehead, one that looked like a burn scar, before returning her attention to his question.

"Nice to meet you, Tanjiro. And yes, I just moved here, name's (Y/N)." She finally managed to stabilize her breathing, glancing back at the bag stealer as he was tied to a chair for the police to come pick up and deal with. Actually, wait! "Oh! Sorry, but could you direct me to the Sakkaku Clinic? It's run by a woman named... uh..."

"Sakkaku Clinic? Oh, I know where that is! That's... really far uphill." He pointed up the road. "It's up that way, and you go until you see the place Mr. Kuwajima and Mr. Urodaki play board games. Mr. Urodaki picked up some bread rolls earlier, so you should be able to smell them."

"Mhmm...? I don't know them?"

"And then you turn left and go through a few houses..."

"Uh." She hasn't mastered the art of walking through walls, but so be it.

"Turn right at the tracks, and you should see the clinic!" He grinned, but (Y/N) remained clueless. Was he perhaps... the type that was horrible at instructions? "It's a really far walk, are you sure you need to go there? Do you need help?"

It would be nice to have an escort when she still had little idea where she was going, but she couldn't bother them any longer. Bowing softly, she hurried to go off on her way up the road. "Nonono, it's okay! Thank you again!"

Following his instruction, (Y/N) hiked up the road, bag tightly gripped and trying to wrap her head around his riddle of an instruction. She doesn't know what half of his instructions meant, but seeing as she was sleep deprived and just ran through a maze of alleys, she was too tired to try to figure it out. She'll just ask the next person she runs into. Unfortunately that means more wandering, but at least she got to admire the town around her. While her original town had modernized heavily, this quaint city kept the traditional look, slightly raised structures with wooden beams and thatched roofs, they lined the paved streets and walkways in neat little rows, each house a little higher than the rest as the road continued upwards. At some points, the continuity would break for a street or walkway lined with a grey brick wall for pedestrian passing, and she didn't really know which she was supposed to turn at. Actually, in the distance, is that a railroad on that end? It would make sense for such a big town to have it's own internal transportation system. Would that be the tracks that boy talked about? Distracted with trying to decipher Tanjiro's message, she didn't notice the footsteps behind her. "(Y/N)?"

Her eyes widened, and she turned to the owner of the voice, just as surprised as she was. Before her stood her younger cousin, "Yushiro."

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