#Tales of Mitsukai Rikka

[shadowofroses]

Tales of Mitsukai Rikka

Demon Slayer

No Pairings as of Yet. I will update this whenever I get the inspiration to, but will not be my main priority writing wise. I'm writing this for myself, however if anyone else enjoys it I'll be over joyed. <3

Chapter 2

Warnings?: First Person, American Character, Electronics and Manga travels with character, Chubby Character, Short Character, Self Indulgent Piece, Mentions of Disabled sister, Itsukai, Possible Fix It, Character has Hypothyroidism, Language

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Japanese text Bold and Italicized.

Summery: Last night I said an Affirmation to connect me to the dimension of my Best and Highest Good, However I thought nothing of it, today I work on my PC only to get Electrocuted and travel into what seemed to be Demon Slayer and found by Kuwajima. Can I find a way back to my original World via becoming a Demon Slayer? Can I find Answers as to why I am now here? STAY TOONED!

Chapter One: Madness is the Gift That Has Been Given

Story:

I sighed as I turned to work on my Computer, determined to get it working after it died five months prior. I missed playing games, talking to friends etc, instead I lived off of a tablet, which wasn’t a bad thing. But I missed being able to multitask a lot of stuff on one device. 

I put on my knock off Airpods and started to listen to Staind, Disturbed, casual Tove Lo, random anime and a lot of other miscellaneous music I had downloaded onto my Iphone. My one sister was helping take care of my older disabled sister. She was usually my responsibility, but I didn’t need her to electrocute herself by accident on my account. 

I’m tired and have been testing out replacing different parts, at this point it would be more beneficial to rebuild or buy a new PC all together. However my dumbass decided to keep the PC plugged in, cause it was annoying having to go back and forth to plug and unplug it from time to time just to test things out. 

I sighed looking down at my copy of Stories of Water and Flame, and shook my head. No, I could reread that once I was done. I used an orange bandana to cover my hair and keep it out of my face, and went back to work. I reached over with my screwdriver and accidentally tapped the metal of a loose wire, giving me a shock and falling backwards onto the floor. 

I don’t know how long I lost consciousness. 

I woke up to Disturbed Get Down with the Sickness. Line?  Madness is the gift that has been given to me! 

Yeah that was about right when I looked around. Grass? trees …Peach trees?  I looked at myself, I was still wearing my red button up flannel, and jeans, and mismatched green and pink socks. My byzantine chainmaille necklace is still around my neck, Pods still upside down in my ears, phone in my pocket. I felt a sharp pain in my head, and I hissed and grabbed at it, “Fuck that hurts…”

I took my phone out to see if I could find where I was at. No service. “Of course…” I groaned, turning on the GPS, knowing that was one feature that would work without service. However I looked dumbly at my screen. 

Why does this say I’m in Japan?

Yes exactly what I needed, to be kidnapped and whisked away to a foriegn country most likely to be put in a Hunger Games, or Battle Royale situation. Feeling the ground around me, I found a book, I grasped it as I adjusted my glasses to read the cover, and it was my cover of Stories of Water and Flame. 

Odd thing for my captives to bring with me, the least they could have done is grabbed a damn knife!

Then again if Captive they wouldn’t want me to defend myself anyway. Probably thought my short ass at 190 pounds would be a free kill anyway. 

Good thing my cousin took the time to teach me how to knock a taller person on their ass a few years back. Or at least a six foot two person anyway. Using the compass app I moved till I was facing North. If my GPS was correct, I was north of Yokohama and south of Tokyo?

Shit the Sun was setting too, you needed to find shelter. This wasn’t good. What would I do in Minecraft or ARK Survival Evolved? 

Well that’s dumb cause I would have to punch a rock, and I’d have another reason to cry. I turned my phone off to preserve battery life, and put the ear buds in my pocket. 

Well At least there were no dinosaurs…right?

…right?

I shook my head of the thought. “Okay Rikka, step one of any survival game stone hatchet, pick, torch and campfire.” 

So get a few decent sized branches, a few decent looking rocks, maybe tear off a piece of my flannel for burnable material. I don’t think I knew enough to make proper twine out of plant fiber. Might be my downfall there. 

Regardless, I went around gathering materials, getting them together for a campfire, which I surprisingly made a decently quick fire, the fire was surrounded by stones, so hopefully it wouldn’t get out of hand. 

Using a sharp rock I split one end of a branch and stuck it inside the split. I quickly glanced at my clothes to see which had more excess, and it was clearly my pant legs. These pants were not made for a woman shorter than five feet. 

I was trying to use a sharp rock to cut off the excess of my jeans, when my head shot up from hearing footsteps. 

“Are you okay?” The man held a cane in one hand, a sword in his belt, and a familiar Triangle patterned jinbei kimono, his right leg seemed to be a peg leg? Cosplayer?

I frowned as he repeated it. I recognized he was asking me if I was alright. What was it that my ex-Japanese teacher said? When unsure, just make an ‘eh’ sound and twist your hand back and forth? Gosh I shouldn’t have dropped that class even if he had me embarrassing myself with singing the Sailor Moon theme song in Japanese. “Eeeh…” and I twisted my hand hoping to indicate more or less. 

“It’s starting to get dark out here, come follow me.” 

Okay Now that I know nothing. Yeah I should have stayed in my Japanese class even if the teacher humiliated me. “Sorry, I do not know Japanese.” I responded which made the man raise his thick gray eyebrows. I celebrated, at least knew how to say that, and I didn’t accidentally throw in any Spanish!

He pointed at himself, “I am Kuwajima Jigoro, ex-Thunder Hashira.”

NAME! And the word Hashira! HE'S SERIOUS OH GOD I’M IN DEMON SLAYER. “When I said that affirmation last night to connect me to the dimension for my best and highest good I did NOT mean this!” I shook my head, making the man confused. I then pointed to myself. “Mitsukai Rikka.” 

Kuwajima nodded, repeating my last name, he held his free hand out, and opened and closed his hand to motion to follow. “Come with me. Demons hunt at night,” He paused and picked up the Manga I had left on the ground, he frowned looking at the flame haired man, but tucked it into his Kimono sleeve. 

I gulped, not noticing him pick it up, however agreeing to follow him after putting out the fire. I definitely understood the word demons. 

Yeah this is NOT my best and highest good. 

However the olderman led me to his estate, where a couple of boys were bickering with wood in their arms. My eyes widened in realization, that these two teens were Zenitsu and Kaigaku. 

Oh god, this was as everything was unfolding. Kaigaku shoved Zenitsu out of the way to get into the estate, leaving a twitching black haired Zenitsu. However, with hearing footsteps Zenitsu looked up, “Welcome back Gramps! Oh who is this?” 

“Mitsukai Rikka. She doesn’t know Japanese, I found her fumbling around with a homemade hatchet, so I figured I’d give her shelter before she became Demon Fodder.” 

I glanced over to Kuwajima as he said my name, and back to Zenitsu. “I am Agatsuma Zenitsu, please call me Zenitsu!” 

Okay this was him saying to call him Zenitsu. “Rikka.” I replied with a nod. 

“Slowpoke, the hell are you doing, get that firewood in here!” 

“Kaigaku, what have I told you about respect!” Kuwajima raised his voice, causing the other raven haired boy to peak out the door and his eyebrows furrowed at me. “This is Mitsukai Rikka, she will be staying with us till she gets her footing, or decides to train with you guys. Tomorrow I’ll be sending you two to get some books to teach her Japanese. I believe I heard her speak in English. She knows some Japanese but it’s not much, seems to be a quick learner.”

Kaigaku shrugged, “Don’t care as long as she stays out of my way.”

“You boys gather the wood for the night?” Kuwajima questioned Zenitsu as he nodded brightly. “Good, I’ll get a hotpot started, you take that load in, and show Rikka to her room.” 

”Of course! Follow me Rikka!” I tilted my head, but recognized the words Kuwajima said earlier. I nodded and followed Zenitsu, through the building, and he slid open a door, “This will be your room! There should be a spare Yukata as well! I’ll be back when the food is finished!” 

Rather some food was brought to me as opposed to sharing a hot pot with them. A small amount of rice, some Miso soup, and a small loaf of bread. Upon finishing, I took the dishes out and washed them in a sink before going back. I got dressed in the provided Yukata, and noticed someone pulled out a Futon for me. For now they seemed to be giving me space?

I sighed. At least it was no Hunger Games, or Battle Royale. No Dinosaurs. But Demons…Not sure if that was the upside of things.