mentions of self harm, death, and blood.

|| 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 ||
022

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third person pov

in an empty forest in a far away land, where snow falls heavily due to the cold weather consuming the area. a certain burgundy-haired female laid on a pile of snow, her skin slowly frozing from the feeling of the cold weather gazing upon her skin.

"y/n? what are you doing laying on the snow, you might catch a cold."

the burgundy female known as y/n, stirred from her unconsciousness as she heard a familiar voice booming through her ears.

she suddenly shoot up from her laying form, facing a rather small, and short tanjiro who's looking at her weirdly.

"oh i'm sorry, i must have thought you're a person i know."

apologizes tanjiro as he noticed the burgundy female who's body looks mature for a nine years old girl he've known his whole life. despite the maturity of the body, he also notices the way she dresses which is not similar to his cousin.

y/n's utterly shocked by the view. she then looked around, remembering where she fell asleep on the train, and leaving rokuta alone on his own. she also figured that the ticket was the cause of all these, but what she can't figure out is where she was.

"hey tanjiro." muttered y/n as she slowly make her way towards her small cousin, startled by the unknown female tanjiro suddenly screamed before running away from the female.

y/n hurried her way, stopping tanjiro from his tracks. she held his shoulder before making him face her, the once petrafied expression of tanjiro turned into pure relief when he noticed that it was y/n and not the random young lady.

"oh y/n it's you, i thought it was that young lady who's chasing me." said tanjiro as he breathe a sigh of relief, clutching his heart as he felt it pump faster than the average human's beat.

"pft what are you talking about tanjiro!" giggled the small y/n as she clutch her stomach releasing a few laugh here and there, teasing tanjiro for being a scaredy cat.

the once old mature y/n had gone, and a small nine years old y/n came by. the sun pillar had finally fallen into a deep slumber where she'll witness a dream that'll lead her to death.

y/n kamado pov

i sat on a cushion as i stared at tanjiro who's blabbering about the old lady he saw that looked like me. he said she had burgundy hair, even had the same eye color as me, but the only difference is that she's quite mature for someone my age and that she wore a black sort of uniform and is holding a blade.

my thoughts reached the skies as i tried picturing the image of the old lady. i might as well look like her in the future if she kind of resembles me, maybe she's my older sister?

but papa never mentioned about me having a sibling so it's impossible. besides mama died when i was born, so technically they couldn't reproduce. don't even ask about how i knew, i've been fond of reading books and let's just say i came across this not safe for work book that opened my eyes to such traumatizing scenes.

my papa found out about it and gave me a good scolding, but after that he had lectured me of not doing those images to any certain boys unless i've reached the legal age.

that made me feel awkward, i'm nine.

but after that, we forgot that the lecture never happened and go on with our days. his work usually depends, it'd be either he'll be gone for a week or for a month which leaves me staying with the kamado household.

even after papa returns he would train me the sun breathing technique. he said i was too young to learn the technique, but the days are counted and that he'd have to teach me everything before he passes away.

at first i found it funny, i laughed at papa because he's still too young to die. i know he wouldn't leave me in such a young age to fend for myself, he also promised me that he'll never die until he witnessed the day i get married and have kids.

"y/n would you like to help me?" i raised my head and saw tanjiro's mama talking to me, without muttering a word i nodded my head before following her towards the cooking area.

i wonder when papa would return. it has been two months ever since he left for his work, he said it was important and that he couldn't bring me this time. whenever he works, he would sometimes bring me and i'd see him communicating with different people and negotiating with them.

i learned a few from his work, and he said that he'd train me about it if i turned a certain age. but other than that i should focus on the sun breathing technique.

the sun breathing technique is passed down to my papa, he said that not everyone could be able to accomplish this technique because the energy required is quite massive for a normal human being. he taught me about the other techniques that resonated from the sun, he said that i could learn those techniques but i should stick with the sun breathing because it's compatible with my body.

F l a s h b a c k

"y/n give me your hands."

i tilted my head as i stared at papa. without a word i opened my palms before ushering my hands into him.

i saw him turn his back for a moment before facing me again. on his hand is a silver blade that looked untouched, there were no signs of it being used.

"this is a nichirin blade, these blades changes color depending on the owner. this is what demon slayers used for decapitating a demon's head."

papa then handed me the blade. nothing happened for a few minutes, until a certain color started appearing from the bottom making its way towards the top.

"black." papa sighed as he noticed my blade.

"it's the same as his." he muttered again.

i stared at him in confusion, my brows furrowing as i saw his disappointed expression. have i disappointed my papa?

am i a disappointment?

"don't worry y/n, the color of this blade might not change anymore but i'd see to it that you'll come far and achieve a great success that no one else could."

papa assured me as he patted my head. i looked at him hesitantly before nodding my head, my gaze looking at the blade that turned black.

after that day papa taught me the sun breathing technique. he praised me for being a quick learner for someone my age, and heard him mutter a few times about me inheriting his talents and skills.

papa would give me hints about him, i am quite curious as to who he is but since papa is a secretive man there is no way am i finding out who's him.

"i am proud of you y/n, remember that."

E N D O F F L A S H B A C K

"y/n are you feeling ill? i have been calling your name a couple of times." said tanjiro's mama, snapping me away from my thoughts.

i stared at her concerned expression before shaking my head, she then hesitantly smiled before patting my head and telling me to help her cut some vegetables.

the day goes on with me helping around the kamado's, everyone had been busy because new year is in a matter of time. tanjiro's papa made sure to sell out the charcoals before returning home with bags filled with fruits and vegetables that would fill the table for tonight's celebration.

"y/n before new year, let's stop by your home to gather your remaining clothes. i haven't heard from kenji yet, and your in short of clothes so we'll come by your house."

i nodded at tanjiro's papa as he patted my head. he haven't heard from my papa yet, that sentence scared me, what if something happened to papa?

i shook my head before filling it up with positive thoughts as i tried to shake the feeling of negativity surfacing my mind. papa is strong, nothing would happen to him.

✰★✰

it has been minutes ever since me and tanjiro's papa left the kamado's household. we've been walking for 50 minutes straight to the point that tanjiro's papa even joked around me being an adult for not getting tired.

"y/n you must be hitting your limits, do you want me to carry you?"

too stubborn to agree, i shook my head as i drag my tiny and tired legs up the hill. i heard tanjiro's papa chuckle before grabbing my waist and snuggling me close to his chest.

"you are too stubborn to acknowledge that you're tired from walking. you're just like kenji." said tanjiro's papa as he laughed heartily causing me to blush in embarrassment before pouting.

third person pov

the way towards the village were quiet, they are almost by the village yet no sound could still be heard. y/n didn't have any suspicions about it but tanjiro's papa had suspected something unusual.

upon arriving by the village, the streets were empty and no signs of people could be seen. y/n then noticed the sudden quietness of the village and so she looked at tanjiro's papa who looked tense.

they then stopped in front of the door of y/n's home. getting the key of the house, tanjiro's papa opened the door to be greeted by silence. they entered the house that looked the same as last time, but tanjiro's papa caught something.

it was the bag that y/n's papa used when he left. that means that he had came home already, was he on his way towards the kamado household to fetch y/n?

before tanjiro's papa could even speak the whole house was filled with people from the village that looked solemn and sorrow. with that look, tanjiro's papa already knew what had happened.

"y/n, this might be hard to take in."

"but your father, kenji."

"he died."

arriving back at the kamado's household, she was in the embrace of tanjiro's papa. when she heard the news she froze on spot and had a petrafied expression, she didn't let out tears nor did she bursted out. the poor girl was in state of shock.

tanjiro's papa could only embrace her, comforting her with small whispers of "everything would be fine" but he knew it wouldn't change anything. y/n is very close to her father considering that he's the only parent that y/n had grew up on to, for someone who's nine years old to experience this much heart break. tanjiro's papa pitied the girl.

the news about y/n's papa passing away had shocked the kamado household. small tanjiro had been worried about his older cousin and convinced his papa to go back and fetch y/n so that she could live with them from now on.

but unbeknownst to him the female had already been inside their home, resting in her own room as she stared at the wall emotionless.

the girl hasn't cried yet after knowing that her papa passed away. there were nothing left from her papa, not even a letter as to why he passed away. the village people were all too stunned to speak, they didn't even showed her his body and convinced her that they had buried him already.

the burgundy female locked herself in the room. she didn't go out that day to celebrate the new year, it was new year and her papa died. she was supposed to have a small celebration with him but everything went downhill when the news came slapping her on the face.

the poor girl had her legs against her chest, her chin resting on top of her knees as she wrapped her arms around her legs. she felt herself finally tearing up after slowly processing the thought of her papa's death.

that night, everyone's households were in pure happiness and celebration except the kamado's. they weren't able to enjoy the food presented in front of them after hearing the news about kenji. and the poor burgundy female had stucked herself in her room, crying herself to sleep as she tried convincing herself that everything would work out fine.

✰★✰

a few days passed and y/n had been noticing something weird. the kamado's had expressed their worry towards the young burgundy girl as she would sometimes stop nezuko from stepping outside during daylight, or whenever she unconsciously go to rokuta's room to sleep.

the kamado's thought that y/n had been in some sort of trauma where she's afraid of her loved ones not being by her side but that wasn't the case. even after her father's death, y/n never received some kind of trauma. the only reason she was acting like that because of her strong intuition that something is wrong within the timeline she's in.

for someone who's nine years old, tanjiro's mama and papa thought that y/n had matured after her papa's death. they would listen to her talk like someone who's in her adulthood, and would sometimes get commanded by her to do such tasks.

y/n kamado pov

"y/n, can you fetch me some water by the river?" i heard from tanjiro's mama as she tilted her head by the door, i nodded in agreement before making my way towards the bathroom where the bucket is located.

upon arriving inside the bathroom, i took one bucket that i could lift. before leaving the bathroom, i stared at the mirror and saw my reflection.

burgundy hair.

e/c eyes.

smooth s/c.

i brought my hand on my cheek, examing my face thoroughly. then and there an appearance made its way, a female who's probably around the age of 17 had reflected on the mirror. her expressions were filled with worry and concern as it shouted at me.

"wake up!"

my eyes widened, i looked around me before looking back at the mirror only to find it empty. i could hear my heart pumping loudly as my mind wander around trying to find answers as to why i saw that vision.

before i could even take a step outside the bathroom. the voice came back, a loud booming sound of wake up occurred inside my brain as it echoed back and forth not seemingly stopping anytime sooner. grabbing my hair from the pain, the bucket falling off my hand as i screamed in agony and pain. the feeling of someone parting and ripping my brains off, that's the feeling of what i'm having.

muffled words of familiar voices came rushing through my brain: the screams of agony, the call for help, the cries of children, and the voice of tanjiro calling out my name. trying to reach me in the deepest ocean i was in, trying to save me from this monstrous area created by the demon.

suddenly my eyes snapped open, the screams were gone, the whispers and muffled voices disappeared. and suddenly, i'm me.

i looked back at the mirror and saw the reflection that showed earlier when i was a child. it's the older me, i've come to my senses. i've snapped from the dream that's been pulling me deep within, slowly but surely eating me alive.

suddenly the door swung open and there stood tanjiro's papa. his eyes were wide open as he stared at me, he took notice of the younger y/n gone and so he had ushered his family to leave the house and decided to deal with me.

but before he could do anything, i smashed the bathroom window open before fleeing out of the scene. i heard tanjiro's papa calling out my name, y/n, but i never once stop.

my mission is far more important. this is the past, this is where i should leave everything behind. i felt bad, they were calling out for my name, and i just left them hanging and in confusion. but this is nothing but a mere dream, a dream that would leave every human being happy and contented. this is how people die whenever they step inside the train, this just angers me more than anything.

stopping for a moment to look around, nothing could be seen in the area but gigantic trees and just plain white snow falling from the skies. exhaling deeply, i tried to find any ways of leaving this area.

what could be the possible solution?

my mind were parted into two, there is a part of me who knew what would i need to do in order to escape this endless dream, but another part of me denies that fact.

shutting my eyes close, i thought of the scenarios that could happen if i tried this. the outcome might be in my favor, but a part of me didn't want to try this because i might end up.

i might end up just-

shakily exhaling, putting my blade near my neck as i tried convincing myself that this would be the way out. the demon behind this would be smart, no normal person would be able to leave this fake world.

before i could even cut my own neck, a sudden breeze of snow came fleeing in my way and there stood a man. a man who had his hair tied up in a ponytail, a scar on his forehead, yet his face was blury.

"trusting your intuition is your strongest asset. make use of it, and you shall conquer the devil itself."

without uttering any word. i closed my eyes, before taking a deep breathe, i felt the sharp blade cutting through my skin and just before i could feel the pain.

blood oozing beneath my kneeling form, the snow getting painted by bloody red as it sinks beneath the piling snow.

my eyes went blank, my brain stopped functioning for a moment before i finally feel myself raising back from the dead.

gasping loudly, i shot my eyes open and saw everyone who had fallen asleep. immediately noticing that rokuta's not on my lap, nor was he anywhere in this car. a sudden fear rush through me as i stood from my seat, searching for him.

i gritted my teeth in anger, feeling my blood boiling after not seeing rokuta. something bad must have happened to him when i was unconscious.

where is he.

where is rokuta.

it feels like time stopped when i heard a familiar voice. the scream of agony, and his cries that could be heard from this car.

rokuta.

third person pov

the cries of rokuta kamado had been heard by y/n. rokuta was in the arms of a certain overpowered demon, he was in the demon's arm as he ushered him to stay quiet.

the fright evident on the poor child's face as his memory reflects y/n, he wanted to be in her safe arms, feeling her warmth, feeling his sisters embrace.

his cries never stopped as he hoped that y/n could come and save him from this evil demon.

was it the demon from the train that was holding him?

yes, certainly.

without thinking y/n had created a hole on the train's ceiling as she jumped towards the roof, landing on her feet as she gazes upon the demon in front and in his arms is her younger cousin.

"give me back rokuta."

with such a low voice had she let out that sentence. lower moon one shuddered when he heard the tone of the woman's voice, her voice cold and deep, and her eyes speaks nothing but malicious.

without giving him the time to think. his eyes widened when the earlier far away y/n had suddenly came nose to nose with him in a matter of one second.

"if you don't give me back rokuta."

"i'll kill you."

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To be Continued...

chapter twenty-two is up, what do ya think?

i would like to thank everyone for appreciating this book. i've received wonderful praises from the last chapter, and honestly it made me quite pleasant that someone's enjoying the book that i had created.

i am honestly not good at fight scenes, and so i would do my best to describe the fight that i intended to put in this story.

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