Kimetsu No Yaiba: Cannibal Corps

I woke up in a little room within a bed that could only fit one. Maybe it could fit two if they were close, but that was something I couldn't hope to understand. Actually, now that I think about it, how did I get here? Why can't I remember anything before waking up? Probably shouldn't be so high up on my list on what to worry about.

I stood up and began to walk around the room. I looked down, I didn't really have any clothes other than underwear. I don't understand what happened or what this could mean, but I think this isn't a good thing. I wondered what could have happened for me to need to be stripped, but I couldn't rely on them if this is the first thing they do.

I looked at my hands next. The gray skin seemed unnatural to me, but considering that I can't remember, that doesn't mean much. My nails were sharpened to a fine point before they grew a bit. They shrunk at my demand which, if I'm being completely honest, was awesome in my opinion. What took me a second to notice was how my veins bulged out when they grew. I doubt an explanation of biology could explain that.

I looked around to find anything of interest. I didn't find anything particularly useful, but there was a mirror at the opposite end of the room with a lamp resting on it. I walked over there to see what I looked like and found something admittedly startling. My reflection was definitely unique if my eyes were completely black except for the red surrounding the pupils. My canine teeth were exceptionally sharp and long which would indicate an evolution with a carnivorous diet. Like my hands, my skin was gray, but now that I had a light to give me clearer details such as my skin being a pale gray than a darker tone. Finally were my ears which were pointed towards the top for some odd reason. My evolution must be all kinds of fucked up, but it's who I am, I guess.

What threw me off was the number tattooed on my right shoulder. It wasn't anything big or eye catching, but it was only the number one. I couldn't find a reason for there to be there.

It was then when I noticed a set of clothes on the floor. It has been spread across the floor as if it was thrown in with disregard. Upon closer inspection, it was just because I got out of bed too quickly and the clothes landed on the floor. It was pretty cheap clothes being made out of some sort of cloth, but this could also just be me not knowing enough about clothes to know low quality from high quality. Considering that I fundamentally have amnesia, of which type I can't recall, I'm betting towards the latter.

I didn't a once over of the room to see if I forgot to get anything. I did find one last item... Well, more like two. A pair of red folding fans with the design of a white fox on both. They seemed to be made of some high-quality materials such as silk and bamboo. The edges seemed to have a metallic shine to it even if it was small. It didn't hinder the fans folding in any way.

I had left the room with my fans folded to not look pompous. I held them in my hands because I couldn't put them anywhere else and my pockets were... Nonexistent. Shocking, I know, but I'll live. I did hear a few voices as I made my way to the sounds. I doubt they were hostile if the door was unlocked, I was untied, and had almost no restrictions to where I could go. It was odd, but not unwelcome.

Despite the welcoming atmosphere of the building, the voices were rather calm and quiet. They seemed more reserved than I anticipated considering my hearing picking up someone attempting to discipline another. No matter how clean see I got, the voices never got any louder or escalated in intensity. For some odd reason, it seemed a little too lenient for me. Again, odd.

I made it to the ground floor, presumably, and took in the surroundings. It was a rather modest house with little decorations that couldn't be easily taken down and replaced for ease of moving. Despite the lack of eye-catching decor, it was relaxing and quite homely. I somehow knew this feeling well despite it being something I can't recall experiencing. It didn't mean it wasn't nice.

I looked around the room and found a male equine being scolded by what appears to be its parents. I guess I should call them by their proper pronouns considering that they seem capable of higher thinking and speech. Either way, a larger, skinnier, and older female equine was glaring at the boy as well. For the most part... He didn't give a damn. I'll give the boy this, he's got some balls.

I opened my mouth to talk to them and see if I can calm the situation down. Unfortunately, no matter how hard I tried, I didn't say a single thing much to my surprise. I felt as if I would get yelled at if I interrupted them. It didn't matter if they were talking in a whisper, I didn't want to get "yelled" at. I will admit, it was fear that stopped me from talking, but I couldn't recall why I thought like this. It did also feel familiar.

I was unsure about the situation so I couldn't put in my two senses. I didn't want to disturb them, but they seemed as if they were going to go on for hours. I decided to break up the one-sided scolding by tapping the older male on the shoulder with my fan. He didn't seem too interested in my approach to talking to the guy. Maybe he believed that I was his daughter trying to get his attention on something. She was standing beside me while trying to get her mom to look at her. I rested a fan on her shoulder with a mischievous smile on my face.

I tapped the mother on her shoulder this time and she swatted me away as if to get me to back off. "Not now sweetie, your bother needs a stern scolding." She said in what I can only assume is a mad voice. It sounded way too sweet to consider anything else... Without context.

"Take your time, I don't want to be a bother," I responded with a calm tone before both the mother and father turned to me in complete shock. They seemed a bit relieved to see me alright despite me not knowing who they are, or maybe I do and I completely forgot.

"You're awake! So nice to see you're alright!" Oh my god, that was so quiet that it was adorable. "You're not hurt are you? Nothing aching or hurting?" Odd that she restated herself, but I guess worrying can do that.

"I'm quite alright. Thank you for your concern Mrs..." I didn't want to offend her by calling her something other than her name, despite the temptation to call her Mrs.Shy being strong.

"Call me Mrs.Shy and my husband Mr.Shy." Is it bad that I kinda wanna celebrate after guessing her name? "This is our daughter; Fluttershy." Mrs.Shy pointed to her daughter who was a yellow equine with pink hair and large feathery wings on her back. "And this trouble maker is our son; Zephyr Breeze." She pointed to a green boy with blonde hair and with large wings on his back as well. Fluttershy looked like her mother while Zephyr took more from his father. "May we know your name?" How could I not oblige after she divulged her family's names... Kinda.

"You may. My name is..." I paused as I tried to remember my name. Oh shit, what is my name? "I don't know," I said apologetically.

"What do you mean?" Mr.Shy said as he kneeled to my level. I didn't realize that I was much shorter than him.

"I must apologize for not realizing this sooner. I can't recall anything past ten minutes ago from when I first woke up." I bowed lightly put off some kind of instinctual sign of apology. I guess it was some form of respect where I came from. Little details will help me figure out my identity.

"Oh, you poor thing. Don't worry we'll help you out. We'll figure out what to call you." Mrs.Shy said as she hugged me as if I was her child. It was... Nice.

"Many thanks." I looked over at Zephyr and realized that he seemed kinda excluded. "Nice to meet you Zephyr." I went for a handshake to greet him properly which he tried to accommodate. For the first time since I woke up, I was touched by sunlight. It may have just been my hand but that was enough.

My hand was light ablaze as it began to quickly began to turn to ash much to my horror and pain. I screamed as it began to travel up my arm as more of my skin was exposed to sunlight. It was excruciating and I couldn't help but try to shield it from any external source. Zephyr and Fluttershy immediately leaped into action and covered the windows so nothing more would happen. Unfortunately, my hand and half my forearm were already ash.

"OH MY GOSH, ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!" Fluttershy yelled in worry as I slowly brought out my hand. I grunted as an uncomfortable feeling consumed the nub that was left. Within a matter of seconds, my arm regrew slowly and it was as if nothing happened. There was still a bit of pain, but I was glad it wasn't permanent.

"I must apologize again for making you worry about me again." Fluttershy lied her hand on my regrown limb. Her kind smile was what got me to listen to her every word.

"You do not need to apologize. No one could predict what would happen." She stood up and began to walk to the stairs near us. "Now we know that we can't let your skin get touched by sunlight. I'll make you something to wear during the day." With that, she went upstairs while I was left in shock. Everything happened so fast that I was left mostly confused. Today has definitely been interesting.