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Spoilers? I guess? It talks about Tanjiro's lack of commitment to one breath style because his name is Tanjiwhore for a reason.
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(Y/n)'s Period: Day 6
"And then I decided as a serial killer, my name was going to be The Suspense." You rant to Genya, "So my victims would be like, 'Oh no, The Suspense is killing me!' Then we would both laugh right before I kill them."
Genya had no fucking idea what you were talking about, but you had a nice voice and you looked happy talking about whatever it was, so he didn't dare interrupt you.
And even if he did want to ask you what the hell you were saying, he was too scared to speak to girls.
You apparently got tired of holding his very sweaty hand, so you opted to hook your arm around his. He was having a very hard time functioning.
"Hey, Genya," you hum.
"Y-Yes, (L/n)?" He semi-shouts.
"First, call me (Y/n)," You scold lightly.
Genya breaks down, "Uh... I-I uh- o- okay...... (Y/n)...."
"Second!" You grin a bit childishly, "You like Vines?"
"Um... I-I don't know wh-"
"-Well, of course you can't like it since you have no idea what it is, but like... I fucking miss Vine. I have an album of dank ass Tik Toks, but it's not the same as Vines That Toast My Buns, or Vines That Cured My Coronavirus, ya know?"
Genya has no idea what to do when your mood suddenly changes sour. Well, for one, he internally panics, but that was all he had time for when suddenly....
You sniff.
Genya tenses up and snaps his head to look at you.
You had brought a hand up to start rubbing your cheeks that had been stained with a few tears already.
"I-I just miss it so much, you know?" Your voice shook, "And I miss Fr E Sh A Voca Do."
What is he supposed to say?! What does he do?!
"(L-I mean, (Y/n), what's the matter-"
You unhook your arm to pull up the collar of your shirt to wipe your tears off your face. You hide your face in your collar for a moment and take a deep breath; now was not the time to get emotional.
You could break down and cry later when this was all over. Which was like... in a year or two, right? You could totally wait that long. These people had it a lot worse than you, you shouldn't even feel sorry for yourself.
You let your shirt fall to reveal your smile, like you weren't just about to break down because of Fr E Sh A Voca Do.
"Anyway, we're here!" You grin as you stop in front of a large door.
Genya gives you a look of concern as he reaches forward and slid the door open for you before you got the chance to.
You thank him with a grin as you walk in.
Aoi was sitting on a stool at a desk and while trying to open a jar, it looked like she was struggling (She was turning it the wrong way, she'll never get it open at this rate!), though. She looks away from the jar and smiles softly when she sees you.
"(Y/n), I see you've brought Genya." She stands up and grabs a body measuring tape from her desk.
"Um, okay..." You didn't really know what she said, but you learned to just nod and say yes.
You untie your hoodie from your waist and toss it onto the desk as you walk over to her.
"I'll get to you in a second, Genya. I just need to take her measurements quickly." Aoi says.
Genya's face was already a bright pink from earlier when you two were walking arm-in-arm. He only flushes a darker red at Aoi's words while shifting nervously on his feet.
"Sh... Should I really be here for.... that? I-I can... step out...."
"That won't be necessary," Aoi replies as she lifts your arms up to measure your waist and, "She's not stripping and I'll be done in a minute. So just sit down and wait."
"O-....kay."
Genya looks down at the floor as to not disrespect your privacy while you get measured. He makes his way to a vacant stool and sits down.
You try to follow along with their conversation, but Aoi was speaking too fast, and Genya was stuttering too much with his soft voice.
Aoi writes down your measurements before going to measure your chest and shoulders. When she tried to get your measurements for your arms, you stopped her.
"What is it?" Aoi raises an eyebrow.
You draw a line from your shoulder down to your armpits a few times then drag your hand down your arm and shake your head: "No sleeves."
She tilts her head in confusion before lighting up, "Oh! Okay, I understand!"
Aoi smiles as she puts down the measuring tape on the desk.
"She really can't speak any Japanese?" Genya asks.
Aoi hums, "She can understand only a little bit, but we've been getting by so far by using body language, so it's not that hard to make conversation with her."
"Where is she from? Do you know?"
"I think Tanjiro said she's from America, and that she speaks English. But that's all I know." Aoi replies as she gets the jar she was previously trying to open.
You become more interested in their conversation when Aoi had said America all of the sudden.
"She's a Demon Slayer too, right?"
Aoi hands you the jar: "Yes, she is."
You take the jar and pop the lid off with ease. But really, your sudden strength came from anxiety. You knew they were talking about you, and it only made you self conscious.
"I didn't see her at the Final Selection..." Genya mutters, he would have definitely remembered a cute face like yours.
"Well, you're just going to have to ask her yourself," Aoi takes the jar and puts the lid back on.
"Dude, I just opened that." You say in an exasperated tone.
Aoi looks at you before tugging at your right pant leg. You bent over and rolled up your pants and realized what she was getting at. You ran out of the ointment for your wounds yesterday, this jar was your refill.
So She wasn't trying to open it, she was tightening the lid.
No dur.
Oh! Before you forget!
You leaned over to the side to get your hoodie from the desk and held it up to Aoi.
Time for charades.
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It took 10 minutes for Aoi to finally understand what you were trying to ask of her. At some point, Genya joined to try and help out, but everyone who was involved was just lost and confused.
It took 10 minutes for you to realize that you just needed to say the word haori for them to understand what you wanted.
You left that room exhausted, walking back to the ward with tired steps. Genya, of course, stayed behind to do whatever it was he needed to do. You made him pinky-promise to see you again soon and told him which ward you were staying in.
Right now, Tanjiro should be finding out about Kanao blowing into gourds to make them explode. You've been thinking about trying to participate, but you haven't figured out what breath to use, or how to use a breath. You'd probably just burst a blood vessel in a pathetic attempt to blow it up.
Maybe you just couldn't use a breath at all because the rules of Demon Slayer didn't apply to you. This world's physics and magic and shit, they just don't work on/for you since you're not from here. Maybe that's why you couldn't get sick either.
When you, Inosuke, Zenitsu, and Tanjiro were staying at the Wisteria house, Zenitsu had a cold (R.I.P. In Peace).
Inosuke didn't get sick since he grew up in the mountains like a weirdo and became immune to shit like that.
Tanjiro never got it since his body temperature was (un)naturally high, it killed it before it got the chance to really affect him.
And because you're all up-to-date on your vaccines (vaccinate your kids, lovelies!), it was a breeze to fight off common diseases and illnesses with your advanced immune system.
Your immune system sure didn't seem advanced when you got the coronavirus, but you will bitch about that another time.
But maybe that's why you just couldn't do some (most) of the things these people could easily do with their eyes closed. You were an unwanted-unexpected factor to this world, things were... realistic with you.
But that's just a theory. A Game Theory! Thanks for Watching!
Anyway.
Pushing aside the plot of the anime/manga, your nichirin blade should be arriving in a few days!
Your sword-smith, Gerik, had said he's making you more than one type of blade, so you figured he'd take a lot longer. But three hours ago, you overheard a Kakushi saying his name, then the word Butterfly, and the word four, so you just used an unreliable process of elimination.
You wonder what Gerik had made for you, but you were extremely nervous as well. You didn't -couldn't- use a breath style, and you lack the proper amount of swordsmanship to change the blade's color.
Well, it wouldn't be the end of the world if it didn't change color, except that it would!
Because how fucking lame would that be? Uzui would definitely be disappointed in your lack of flamboyant energy, and you would be too.
You honestly wouldn't be surprised if the color didn't change, or if you got a shit color like a shit brown or diarrhea green.
Or if the color changed, you'd get a wacky ass design like Zenitsu, and the design would just say "You A Bitch". Not even in a nice, fancy font either, it would be chicken scratch.
Yeah.
You wouldn't be surprised.
Disappointed.
But not surprised.
You don't remember much about the color theory associated with the nichirin blades, but you're pretty sure it has something to do with the breaths.
(No shit.)
Like for Tanjiro, his blac nichirin blade was the color for the users who use Breath of the Sun. Or because mixing all the breaths (colors of the nichirin blades) create black, hinting that Tanjiro can use multiple breathing techniques. And that shows to be true later in the series with Water breathing, Sun breathing, and Zenitsu's Thunder breath style as well.
Kyojuro's (Baby boy. Your mind supplied quietly.) blade was red because of the Breath of Flames. Uzui's blades were an amber color since the Breath of Sound was descendant of the Breath of Thunder which was associated with a yellow blade. Green was for the Breath of Wind, blue for Breath of Water, etc, etc.
So maybe your blade just wouldn't change, it's not like it'll affect your swordsmanship in the long run, plenty of Demon Slayers had a plain blade.
Uzui would definitely call you a pleb if he saw your plain ass blade, though. That flamboyant man was your fucking idol, so you might end up displeasing him.
The God of Festivities will have to take your shins for being a boring ladd.
As you were lost in the sauce thought, you had your head down the entire time as you walked.
This causes you to bump into a brick wall.
You yelp in surprise as you fall backwards for the second time today. Lucky for you, your body never hit the floor since someone had taken your wrist and pulled your body forward to stand up right.
You blink a few times to get your bearings, and grinned at the familiar face.
Speak of the Devil, and he shall arrive.
"Uzui! Hey, what's up? What're you doing here?" You ask, though mostly to yourself.
Uzui releases his hold on your wrist.
"It's a little too early to be falling for me, don't you think?" The flamboyant man teases.
You only smile in response (The fuck he just say? Whatever, I'll learn later), but it quickly changes into an energetic one as you give him finger-guns with both hands while shimmying your shoulders back and forwards.
"Hey, hey, hey!" You grin, "My name is (L/n) (Y/n)! It's a pleasure to meet you!"
Uzui raises a small eyebrow while the corner of his lips quirk up into an amused smile.
"You look very-" you close one eye and look up at him to frame his face, "-flamboyant and beautiful!"
His smile turns into a smug grin.
You hum in thought, trying to remember another compliment since he seems to like them, "And you have beautiful eyes!"
Uzui shakes his head, "Flattery will get you nowhere, (B/n)."
You blank at this.
(B/n)?
....(B/n)?
Did he just....
Mispronounce your last name?
But you just told him your full name....
Then that would mean....
"You fucking asshole! I'm over here praising the ground you walk on and you can't even be bothered to remember my fucking name?!" You shout in irritation.
Uzui is taken aback, "Huh?! What the hell are-"
"Kuso kurae!" You give him a thumbs down, "Uzai!"
Uzui fumes, "HAH?!"
In one of Uzui's hand, he had a thick notebook with a few brushes and a couple of ink vials in different colors sitting on top of it (How did you not notice that???). He makes sure it's balanced properly before giving you the bird with his other hand in anger.
"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!?! YOU PLEB!!!! I BUSTED MY ASS TO COME HERE AND TALK TO YOU AND YOU INSULT ME?!?!" Uzui yells at you.
To which you immediately start to cry.
Why-why-why-why are you crying?!?!
Uzui jumps in horror and surprises at the sudden waterworks.
"You-you-you didn't-didn't have to-have to yell at me-at me!" You sob pathetically into your hands.
In all honesty, Uzui instinct was to not give a shit; it's not flamboyant to care for small, trivial things like that. The only time he was bothered by someone crying was when it was from his wives.
But you were a nice girl, and you went out of your way to tell him about who you really were when you honestly didn't have to.
When he returned to Ubuyashiki and Gyomei, Gyomei was quick to voice his doubt and distrust in you. Everything he wanted to say, everything he wanted to ask, Gyomei waited for you to leave.
But Gyomei didn't have a flamboyant hearing like Uzui.
Gyomei couldn't hear how heartbroken you were when you admitted that Rengoku was going to die (Uzui prays Kyojuro is okay at this moment). Gyomei couldn't hear how determined you were when you said you were going to try and save him.
And Gyomei couldn't hear how confident, how determined, and how strong your sound was.
And how that sound wasn't actually your real sound.
How your loud and thunderous sound was overpowering a quieter sound.
One that was lost, lonely, angry, and scared.
You were just doing your best to survive in a world where you were, honestly, alone in. You had your friends (And Kyojuro probably, but Uzui isn't sure if you'd even be interested in someone you can't understand), sure, but who was there to talk to you when you needed it? Who was there to laugh at your jokes? To listen to your stories?
You were a good kid, a flamboyant one too, and you honestly did want the best for everyone else, even if no one could give you the same in return, but you weren't expecting it anyway.
Uzui sighs and places a heavy hand on your head.
".... There, there...." Uzui mumbles awkwardly.
In a robotic manner, he gives your head a few pats.
You attempt to look at Uzui to see why he was patting you, but his hand only smacks your forehead when you look up.
"Ouch." You say quietly.
Uzui removes his hand and offers you an unsure smile, "Are... you okay now?"
Uhhhhhh, those words were familiar, you're pretty sure you knew what he asked.
"I'm okay." You nod.
"Great!" He exclaims, his loud voice making you jump.
He holds out the notebook and inks to you to take, so you do. You lift up a few pages and find them to be blank. You look at the sound pillar for an explanation.
"You remember how Upper Moon Three looks like?" Uzui asks, "You said it's name was Akaza."
You furrow your eyebrows, "Akaza....?"
You look down at the notebook and made a sound of realization, "Ohhhh! Did you want me to draw Akaza?"
You grin before jerking your head for Uzui to follow you as you start to walk again.
Look, you really did appreciate him bringing out those different types of ink for you, but you were a high class bitch with colored pencils and Sharpies, alright?
"We're making a quick stop at the ward to get my bag, then we can go somewhere else, 'ight?"
"You know I can't understand you."
"That's the spirit!"
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1 - Kuso kurae: The literal translation is "Screw you". But if you're extremely angry, it can come off as "Eat shit".
2 - Thumbs Down: In olden Japan (Mostly in the Taisho Era), it is extremely offensive - more than the middle finger - to give someone a thumbs down.
3 - Uzai: The literal translation is "Annoying". The more you draw out the last syllable, it can mean "Pain in the ass". And is also a play-on-word with Uzui's own name.
In short, y'all told Uzui, "Eat shit, pain-in-the-ass Uzui!" While giving him one of the most offensive hand gestures in Taisho Era Japan.