"I'VE BEEN OBSESSED WITH DETECTIVE CONAN LATELY LIKE AMURO-SAN AND VERMOUTH?!?! PLEASE RAIL ME?!?!???!"
—Author
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"Inosuke!" Tanjiro exclaimed, although his voice cracked a bit from his wound.
"Ayo, we need you help to beat Akaza!" I said, sitting up a bit more.
"The fuck is a Alaska?" He asked, but squatted down between me and Tanjiro to listen anyways.
Tanjiro attempted to sit up, but ended up coughing out blood, which forced him to lie back down.
I shot him a lighthearted glare. "You better stay down whore, or that hole in your organs is gonna reopen. I swear to Elmo I will knock you unconscious if you try that shit again."
Once I saw him understand the KhanAcademy assignment, I looked back up to Inosuke. "So basically—"
Another loud smash interrupted my words, making the three of us immediately face the source.
Rengoku stood within the quickly dispersing fog, with one eye forced shut. His brows wrinkled, and he was obviously in pain.
The three of us froze at once(haha 'froze' get it? It's funny, laugh).
My breath hitched. No matter how much bullshit is piled in my two braincells, I knew enough that this situation will not get better anytime soon.
'You know what— fuck this Elsa shit I'm gonna—'
Placing a desperate hand on the ground, I shot a powerful electrical current towards Akaza, which hit him with shock.
His speech halted halfway, and Rengoku noticed the opening, immediately sprinting forwards.
As soon as Akaza leapt off the ground, a wave of extreme exhaust hit me. With a cough, I bent towards the ground, barely staying up on fours.
Inosuke glanced at me with worry, bending down lower to match level.
The flame pillar took a sharp breath.
"Breath of Flame: Esoterica
Ninth Style: Purgatory"
Akaza was late to react, but was able to throw out a Demon Blood Art Technique.
"Destructive Kill: Obliteration Style"
A large amount of dust and ash flew up, hiding the two at a fire moment.
Through tear-blurred eyes, I looked up at the scene, catching small figures of orange and pink. With my hearing slowly fading, I couldn't catch much, but Tanjiro's echoed yells answered most of my questions.
'Fuck fuck fucking hell i—' Another wave of pain hit, blurring my eyesight, making it seem as though everything was miles away, and I was trapped in a small black room, out of reach of any noise of touch.
'Anytime but now—'
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A few days later
Even though consciousness slowly took over, I kept my eyes closed, nuzzling my face into the soft pillow. Jeez, even after sleeping for so long, I felt sluggish as hell.
...
Shit.
I attempted to sit up from my stomach, but a cushioned force was holding my wings in position, preventing my whole self from moving.
"I need to check on Rengoku..." I whimpered, feeling my breath topple over. I felt weak in so many shapes and forms it was overwhelming.
"Oh! She's awake!" A childish voice exclaimed. "I'll go get Shinobu-san!"
"Wh—" My voice cracked, making my words stop midway. I strained my neck, looking around the room the best I could without hurting the extra limbs.
I was most likely in the Butterfly Estate, in a private room. My sword leaned against a desk beside my bed, with my haori and clothes neatly folded. I then looked out the window; it was around midday.
"Hello (Y/N)-san~!" The door opening, following with a soothing voice.
"Shinobu-san." I acknowledged, feeling surprised. Of what? I don't know, of still being alive maybe.
"Your 'extra limbs' were a bit difficult to tend, but thankfully it wasn't too difficult!" She smiled, "Tanjiro and the other boys' wounds weren't very bad, and they'll start their Recovery Training in a week or so. Gosh, they've been worried so much! I've barely had a moment without them demanding to see you. Along with the Mist Pillar too— are you two acquainted? Anyways, do not worry; I don't allow guests into the rooms of those who are unconscious."
Most of her speech flew over my head, as I was nervous to ask 'the dreadful question'. But, I was able to muster up enough confidence and curiosity.
"U-um, about the Flame Pillar—"
"Ahh, Rengoku-san?" Her smile wobbled, "He's lost both his left leg and left eye, and his blood pressure has been severely affected."
"Is he..."
She immediately understood the question, and ran a few fingers by my face as comfort. Surprisingly it worked, and I melted in the touch. "No, he hasn't died. He's only been forced to retire."
I dryly laughed. "Hold up— 'retirement' sounds like old people shit. Change it up to like— uh, 'department' or some shit."
Shinobu was caught by surprise, but chuckled, pulling he hand back. "Alright then. Rengoku-san was forced to depart from his job. He's isolated and is not accepting guests at the moment, though."
"Oh..." I was slightly disappointed, but refused to show it strongly. It was his private life, after all.
"But!" She beamed. "As I mentioned before, the other boys are free and walking about. I believe your also acquainted with Genya too? They're all nearby if you'd like to chat with them."
My mind was like liquid radio static. Or the type of panic you feel when you put in a plug and see a spark. Or sitting on a toilet seat and it being warm.
"You can just let them all know that I'm awake now, but maybe postpone visits for tomorrow? I— I just have a lot to process."
Sh smiled sympathetically. "Of course. I'll have Kiyo-chan deliver your medicine at every meal, but for now, here's your first cup."
She placed the drink on a desk, and it fortunately had a straw along with it so it's easier to drink.
"Thank you, Kochou-san." Idk I might make her uncomfortable if I used her first name— I feel rather ✨ill✨ at the moment, so..
"Oh, please call me Shinobu." She reassured, heading towards the door. "I'll be back to check on you tomorrow morning."
A soft 'clack' was heard as she closed the door.
Shiit, time to sort the whore called emotions. Self-Therapy pog???
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Aint match the mood but fuck it
Writing crack books is so difficult—
How the fuck am I supposed to write vines when a bitch got Cheesed into the next multiverse??👹🥑