Tanjirou was forced by his own discretion to get that pretty girl out of there, he could see in her beautiful bright and wet eyes the way her head was possibly spinning out of control. Especially when her hand, trying to accept the help out of desperation, went in the wrong direction, touching air. She was very dizzy, he was sure. And that wasn't good at all. Carrying her wasn't complicated, he was used to dealing with all his siblings at once and sometimes they hung from his arms like macaques. He ran out with the girl, seeking to get her out of the closed space engulfed in smoke. He also had some discomfort in his throat, but it was fine. However, she seemed lost between two realities and swore that she had broken something in the midst of chaos. His phone rang in the pants pocket when passed the exit. He ignored it. Maybe it was Genya and Zenitsu trying to locate him, but couldn't just be determined now with an injured girl. A girl that weighed more than he had thought, although could handle it. Wasn't being aware of what he was really doing. Without realizing it... he was kidnapping, somehow strange.

It wasn't until he got out of the crowd of people and saw the lights of the fire and ambulance truck that was able to stop. He went to one of the latter while letting her legs drop a little, keeping the left arm as a support for the strangely rigid back of the young woman. He called Zenitsu from the missed calls list.

"Zenitsu?" was panting quite a bit from the strain and itching in his windpipe.

"Tanjirou! You are injured?! Where the hell are you?!" On the other line, the blond boy was screaming. It was obvious to anyone listening to him that he was crying.

"Calm down, I'm fine. Nothing happened. I'm out now, in front of the ambulances." he tried to relax his friend. Was surprised when the other kid hung up, but his doubts were dispelled when, on the other side of the vehicles, they appeared running towards him.

"Tanjirouuuu!" Zenitsu was sobbing like never before, having been so scared and distressed. He was about to hug Tanjirou when he noticed that person. His cheeks turned bright red, and sharp steam seemed to start coming out of the holes of his yellow head. Cleaned the wet trails with enough energy. "Let me help you, you must be tired! Give her to me!"

"No." fast and efficient. He wouldn't allow any lady to be under the dangerous hands of his blond friend when put on that face he knew so much. It wasn't a good idea to put a finger on her, the one with the golden eyes could have an accident in the crotch just by having a pretty woman in his arms. The boy had too high a hormonal level.

"Damn it... I thought you were trapped. You scared us a lot." Genya confessed, rubbing his own face with the hand, filled with boredom and nerves.

"Sorry. I just lagged a bit." He took the person's legs again to carry well again. "I realized that she was on the floor and couldn't get up. I had to get her out..." looked at that face for a few moments. He didn't know when she did it, but the girl was asleep or unconscious. Or maybe so dizzy that she preferred to just close the eyes.

"You're a damn hero, Tanjirou. But something could have happened to you." The highest boy stressed the worst consequences that could have had, at the same time that they finished closing distances with the numerous medical team that treated different people.

The redhead kid explained the situation with his friends as the assistants snatched the alleged girl from his hands to put her on a stretcher. He was also checked, but seated. Was fine in his entirety, although had inhaled some smoke, so they recommended that get into the truck together with the other young woman. He didn't argue, it was better to make sure. Once upstairs, and before the doors closed, he spoke.

"Don't tell my mother anything, I'll take care, okay?" what he least needed was to make her worry about nothing, because he was really fine.

"Keep us informed, for God's sake!" the blond boy was made a bunch of alteration and restlessness. Saw the redhead kid nod before the vehicle was locked.

Tanjirou sighed deeply and changed his focus, sitting on the side. He let them put some kind of strange clip with a little screen on his finger. He didn't know exactly what it was, but it didn't bother him. He watched two nurses finish connecting the girl to translucent cables that he did not know where they were going. Followed them with his eyes until one finished the tour in an oxygen pump, having at the other end a mask already placed over her mouth and nose. And the other in a hanging bag with "physiological serum" written on it. It was a small amount, enough to keep her out of danger in case she had an internal spill that they couldn't assure existed. One of the adults began calling out to her as forcibly opened one of her eyes and illuminated it with a tiny flashlight. The response of his pupil to the ligth collection was normal. However, she didn't respond to being aware. The nurse checking her pale forearms instructed the driver to turn on the siren and speed up the vehicle. It scared the redhead boy greatly, not knowing why the matter suddenly seemed worse than it had originally been.

"Is he alright?..." he hardly dared to ask, her tone filled with fear.

"We can't verify it yet." replied, still paying attention and feeling the right forearm of the alleged girl. "What is your name?"

"Tanjirou... Kamado."

"Can you tell us the personal data?" was referring to those of the person lying on the table. Before the young man replied, addressed his coworker in a serious tone. "Has a deviant forearm, look." she motioned for the other male nurse to come closer. It wasn't very noticeable, but in a very subtle way, that part of his body was folded in half. "It is very possible that you have a broken ulna and radius. Point in the report emergency appointment for ray traumatology." It was then that she allowed the boy to speak in silence.

I don't know, she was on the floor. I don't know her." He bit the lower lip, anguished by the situation and the strange smell of serum. The experienced woman then assumed that the boy didn't know if the skin tone so white was natural or caused by something else, so preferred to cover all the possibilities with the other man nurse.

"Add a axial tomography with contrast." the sooner they did it, the more time they had to act. She tried to be as precise with the words so that the young man didn't understand and was scared without real reasons.

However, everything released through her mouth, even if he didn't understand it, created a horrible panic and a lot of mental pain. And it was precisely for this reason that Tanjirou became more nervous, noting the anguish rising from his troubled stomach and the unbearable heat increasing. The nurses could feel his pulse speed up from the clip still attached to his finger.

"Nothing happens, Tanjirou. We are doing our best to keep her stable." reassuring smile was able to relax him a little. Not was enough. He still couldn't stop thinking about the worst consequences. Didn't know the girl at all, but still, he didn't want anything serious to happen to her. The empathy with which he had grown was admirable, he suffered greatly even for strangers. Especially if they were in a situation like that of the young woman. Imagining that she could have scars, whether psychological or physical, made him sick. And not to mention if... No, that couldn't happen. It was too exaggerated, she just fell and... swallowed brutal amounts of smoke. He cursed the moment when a teacher at his high school decided to tell them that a person could die intoxicated because of it.

They quickly lowered the stretcher when they reached the parking area of the emergency department, at the nearest hospital. He lost sight of the auxiliaries who had enter in the building, hurrying the girl inside. They offered him a wheelchair in case he felt dizzy, but refused. They instructed him to stay a few minutes in the waiting room so that the doctor on duty would inspect him better and ensure that he really had nothing. He took the moment to call Zenitsu, who picked up the line immediately on the second whistle.

"Tanjirou?"

"Hi, are you already home?"

"I do, and your giant friend too."

"How is he?" he cared for Genya. It must had been a very hard blow for him that the concert he was so excited with ended like that...

"Well... He just left. I have never seen him so sad, I think he feels guilty for inviting us..." He sighed over the phone. "Where are you now? Is that girl still with you?"

I'm in the hospital waiting room, they want a doctor to see me better. And the girl... Well... They took her running on a stretcher. The nurses spoke too many things that I didn't understand, but they sounded quite bad in my opinion... If I'm honest, I'm very scared for her..." he considered that when everything relaxed a little would talk to his other friend.

"Tanjirou..." Pity could go beyond the limits of the senses, was visible. "She'll be fine, you'll see. And when I do, I'll ask for her number because I'm sure you don't plan to flirt and woo her." He began to laugh in a fussy, high-pitched way. He frowned a little at the redhead. That attitude sometimes made Tanjirou mad.

"The one who swallowed the most smoke of the three has been me, but it's you who is worst in the head. You're bad, Zenitsu. Control yourself."

"What's wrong with wanting to meet her, get married and have many beautiful children in the future? It's the dream of every man! I'm sure she'll a perfect mom!"

"No, it's your dream, nothing more." he snorted gracefully, suppressing a laugh. Talking to his blond friend was doing him well, distracting him from the anguish had been experiencing. Had to trust that everything would work out, many people had suffered worse accidents and were intact. He had to keep hope.

On the other hand, the heavy band was still stunned. They had retired in time to the end of the stage, where smoke was scarce. Löwe spent a couple of minutes gasping and coughing, believing that Hog followed behind him. The other two members couldn't really see the moment the drummers came out, the ashes darkening the air, and the views in dense, black mist. After those two minutes of waiting, they began to worry. He had to be there, they wanted he to be. But they didn't even hear him scream in that grotesque way he had when he got angry. Whenever something hurt, Hog was pissed off for that reason and blurted out a series of insults at a deafening volume. And there was nothing, not a recognizable sound. Nor does the battery noise move.

-Hog!" Dorn screamed his pseudonym, the only way they knew him, trying to get him to answer back. "It's not funny, answer!" even if he was much farther from them, in another area of the auditorium, hitting one of his screams would serve to let them know that he was there, awake. There wasn't answer.

The brown boy clicked his tongue and returned to the black cloud, but not before taking a breath. Luckily for him, it was slowly fading.

"Hog! Do you hear us?!" reached the center of the stage, watching the broken and scattered drums. He wasn't there. Shouted his name again, over and over, aimlessly pacing the wide stage. His bandmates joined in the scandal, with Eisbär losing the mind every second and Dorn on the verge of tears. The highest man noticed his boot kick something light. Looked down and his blue eyes widened, turning off what little brightness they had. He bent down and took the object in the hands, with the back to the other two.

"Löwe! You found him?!" The boy shortened striding distances as the girl arrived two seconds later, rubbing her eyes, annoyed.

The brown man didn't respond. All he did was turn around to show what his hands were holding. Dorn stifled a shrill scream, unable to hold back the tears of horror any longer. A look she shared with the other man who was frowning, shrinking his pupils and taking on a slightly bluish skin tone from panic at all three. Löwe was holding the boar head, hollow, empty. Dwarfed by fear, they kept searching for him and shouting his name nonstop throughout the damned stage, trying to drive bloody and horrible scenes out of their heads. They were used to screaming, but not like that. The muscles in their necks resented and suspected that they would end up hoarse. They didn't care. Finding their fourth member healthy, or at least alive, was the only thing that moved them. It wasn't long before their manager appeared and forced them to leave the room. They refused to stop looking for their bandmate in such a way that he had to pull the security forces and bodyguards against the artists themselves. He was trying to reason with them that Hog probably wasn't there. He complied with their pleas when contacted the nearest hospital, he may have been taken away. However, they had little information about him, nothing more than his clothes. And unfortunately, there were quite a many people transferred with that one and only description. It was likely that he was in a medical center, and also not. They hadn't choice but to wait for the miracle that he would return before nightfall. If he didn't, the disappearance complaint would exploit all the media.

It was starting to get dark, and Tanjirou had already finished his revision. Had to stay for an hour with the same respiratory treatment that he saw in that girl when they were transferred by ambulance, for having breathed a certain amount of smoke. It was uncomfortable, the oxygen he received was very cold. Instead of a large face mask that could rob him of space, later they gave him just a cable with two holes for his nostrils. He had it strapped over his ears. Felt that every time he breathed in, more came in than used to, but it was for his own good. On the other hand, that way he could eat if wanted to. Had called his mother to tell her that he wouldn't be coming home that night. He avoided mentioning that his lungs were a little stunted temporarily, he focused only on telling her that he wanted to stay with the girl because she was alone and Tanjirou was sorry to leave her without doing more to help. His mother was very nice, understanding well the sense of responsibility that her son had, and how protective he was. Made it a condition that he call often while she was away on the subject and update on the girl's condition, and there was no problem for the redhead boy to accept. While was on call with her, he ate that tuna sandwich had in his backpack. It wasn't until he hung up and finished feeding that he began to feel anxious. He was waiting... And waiting... And nobody came out to tell anything. Were they still testing the girl? How long did it take to get x-rays and the other thing with a strange name? Twenty more minutes, doomed and maddening. His name was spoken by a nurse who came looking for him and motioned to follow her through the hallways, but not before removing the oxygen he no longer needed. Had to fill out some consent forms for the young woman, since she couldn't. And having no one else, he was legally responsible for her. She ended up guiding him on a curious walk to the third floor. The woman had the moment of taking the elevator to show him the most important of the reports and results.

"The right arm is broken by both bones, will have to be in plaster for three months. When it's removed, should avoid exerting force with it, it must practice little by little until it's normal again." Tanjirou nodded. Three months was a long time, he had no insurance to be present. The best option would be to notify parents when they could. "Tomography was requested to ensure that didn't suffer internal injuries. Luckily, what we were most concerned about doesn't have it, but the exam isn't empty. We discovered a dyspnea induced by smoke inhalation. At the last minute they added an laryngoscopy and a little tracheitis was shown in the image. Should be here until the toxicologist comes to tell that can leave.

"Ahh... I'm sorry to be rude, but I haven't understood much, just about the arm..." His cheeks turned a little red with embarrassment. However, the woman didn't bother, even watch tender.

"Dyspnea is shortness of breath and tracheitis is inflammation of the trachea. Don't need treatment for it, although will have to follow the doctor's instructions." she pointed to a sentence in the report. "Mustn't make physical efforts. Neither speak without stopping or raise the voice a lot. Could damage the vocal chords permanently. As long as follow the instructions everything will be fine until recover.

He was unaware of the moment they had exited the elevator, strolled down a long hallway, and arrived in front of a white door with number 203. The woman entered first and waited for the boy. Tanjirou observed the first thing that interested him; the bed occupied by that young woman. They had replaced the mask with a cable equal to the one he was using. His right arm was plastered all the way up, he could tell by how the white material kept going underneath the blue sleeves of the hospital pijama.

"When will wake up?" he asked, coming closer to the bed to take a closer look. Heavens... how beautiful she was.

"It shouldn't take long. If you are going to stay the night here, can keep everything you bring in here." The nurse circled the bed and opened a drawer door on the metal nightstand. "It's spacious, your backpack fits. If you don't bring food, there's a cafeteria on the ground floor." she pointed to a small button on the wall. "If you need something can call with this, I or another workmate will come immediately.

"Thank you." He bowed slightly, causing a slight laugh in the adult who handed him the report.

"It's my job, sweety." She was about to leave the door when the redhead boy's voice stopped her.

"Wait, I think there was an error in writing..." He approached her, keeping his reddish gaze on the paper and showed with the finger one of the few personal details. "It says sex: M". Before his curious plum eyes, the woman laughed again for some unknown reason.

"I get it. I also got confused with his face. But the data is fine, it's M for masculine. He's a boy. -and without further ado, she left. Had much more round to accomplish.

Left it like that, still, looking towards a closed door, static. Tanjirou was slowly analyzing the answer. The word boy in her voice was repeated in his head over and over. A boy?... He read the report again. Yes, a boy. Turned around, as if fearing he was meeting some kind of ghost. He was still there, asleep. With that face... Came back to look at him closely once more. Was she serious? No, he didn't believe it. The nurse must have played a joke on him. Didn't assimilate it, was impossible.

"A boy?..." thought. Arming himself with a strange and somewhat obscene courage, he planted his hand on the person's chest, hoping to find fluffiness, even if it was scarce. Felt the temperature drop due to the emotional impact. It was tough. It felt a little... Fucking pecs! He was a serious man! Felt the colors rise to the face, quickly withdrawing his hand as if touching the boy burned him.

It took him several minutes to walk around the room, taking in the revelation. Until it fell that Zenitsu wanted to meet that person. The humor that made him imagine his friend's reaction when found out completely relaxed his situation, accepting the other's identity without problems. In truth, he had no reason to be nervous. If it seemed beautiful, it was because he was objectively so. Anyone could tell. Tanjirou sat down in the chair, watching beside the bed and with his arms resting on it. Didn't really care if he was a boy, still thought he was so cute and kept getting lost in the dark woods that formed his lashes. Despite not seeing his eyes, the redhead kid remembered his tone well. His favorite color of a lifetime was behind those eyelids, much brighter. Loved his white skin and pink lips, was sure they were even comestib-What?! Suddenly he stopped the course of his thoughts. No, no, that wasn't right. He couldn't fantasize like this with someone he didn't know. If was a friend or something, well, could afford it if he really felt more than friendship, but not when was a complete stranger. Didn't even know if he could be trusted or what he was like. Buried his face in the arms, trying to relax from the heat.

"Wo zum teufel bin ich? Where the hell am I?" Tanjirou heard a somewhat serious voice come from above his own head, hoarse, forced and somewhat weak. Looked up, surprised, meeting again with those half-closed emeralds that traveled slowly and with difficulty throughout the room. Had heard correctly or was his brain short circuited? The pupils of both met, causing a slow blink at the unknown boy. It seemed that he had just suddenly seen something that pleased him, with a face similar to that of excited children when opening their birthday gifts, only more subdued, tired due to his state. However, his outlined eyebrows soon furrowed a little as he left the visual trance that gave him the attractive image of the japanese boy. "Wer bist du? Who are you?" no, the redhead kid hadn't had a brain failure. "Bring mich hier raus! Ich muss zurück zu meiner gruppe! Get me out of here! I have to go back to my group!" He was raising his voice too much, Tanjirou could hear slightly that he was drowning and tried to hide it. He was german, and Kamado hadn't the remotest idea of what he had said. He was angry, that was evident. Must have been a fan, those who followed all the tours of their favorite groups to other countries. Saw in him the threat of getting up. Stopped the boy halfway, putting the hand on the kid's shoulder.

You can't go away! You'e hurt and affected by smoke!" spoke to him without thinking that the young man possibly didn't understand his language. Didn't know if it was because of the gesture or because he had really understood the words, but the boy with long hair snorted and lay down again. The redhead kid had to make sure... "My name is Tanjirou Kamado. Can you understand me?" spoke slowly again.

-Aha...

He understood! How the hell could be so excited about such a simple situation? It didn't matter, Tanjirou was extremely happy at the time. So much so that the cheeks were quite adorable pink. He was now wondering how could possibly understand him, but not speak to him in the same language.

"Why don't you speak Japanese, if you understand?" watched with some fear as the other rolled his eyes with disgust. Possibly still upset. "Do you know speak English?" He did, had high marks in that language and had no problem.

"I have listened Japanese people all my life. I understand, but I didn't learn to speak it for myself." He scratched a cheek for a moment, finally realizing something important. His green eyes widened and he grew much paler than he was. Sat bolt upright, screaming and trying to cover his face with the hands. Could only lift one. He had just noticed the immobilization on the opposite arm and how much it hurt when he tried to forcefully tighten it. "FUCK! Ghh…" he clutched the throat with a painful grimace, and her breathing was altered, choking. "Shit..."

"Don't do that! They have said that if you raise your voice too much you can damage it forever!"

Bombshell. That scared the German boy very much, so much that he was forced to lie down. Had screwed up, but in a big way. Someone had seen his face and was sure he would sell it to the media. The bargain was completely gone. Was sinking into his mental misery. However, what he didn't know was that Tanjirou didn't have the remotest idea that he was Hog, that artist with whom he was so obsessed with knowing his mysterious face.