#Sake night at Sumi

[sanemi-whore]

All Night (Cruel World Pt.2)

Thankfully (for Sanemi's sake) you return from Final Selection alive and well. However, you being apart of the Demon Slayer Corps has his nerves going insane. To assure your safety, you often attend missions alongside him. word count: 15.150 warning: character death, blood, jealousy, cursing, smut, dark themes, aphrodisiac, anxiety, impregnation kink, mentions of abortion @roaringlion @kiki17483

Part One | Masterlist | Final Part

You felt old next to the other Final Selection survivors and the thought causes your heart to ache. You were an adult, far from the young age of 14 - the youngest apart of the survivors. To think children join the Demon Slayer Corps and put their lives at risk in order to help others - you wonder how old Sanemi was when he joined. Or Genya - all of the slayers you’ve met. 

The morning sun shines bright ahead of you and the other five survivors. Your eyes look forward to the mountaintop shrine, a soft smile forming on your lips at the two children standing before the survivors. 

“Welcome back.” they say in Unison. “Congratulations on completing Final Selection. We’re pleased to see that you’re all safe..”

There’s a low sniffle beside you. You hum at the sight - a young boy no older than 16. You recall just how terrified he was to encounter a demon coming at him with such speed that he barely managed to dodge its attack. It was raining that night and the boy's burgundy hair was clouding his vision. You intervene, slashing the demon’s neck. The boy, Shinra, never left your side until now. 

“First we must issue you all uniforms once we take your correct measurements.” the dark haired child started.

“Then we’ll engrave your rank on the back of your hand.” the white haired child continued.

“You then will be given the chance to select the ore that will be used to forge your weapon - swords. It will be 10-15 days before said weapons are ready to use.”

The black haired child claps their hands twice. Above you hear several crows, flocking their wings. You're excited, nearly ecstatic. You recall the many times you’ve been berated by Muichiro’s crow and how she loved him dearly that you wished to have your own. 

A crow flocks onto your shoulders. It flocks its wings several times before stopping, inspecting your face. 

“Now that you all are demon slayers, you are each assigned Kasugai Crows.” the white haired child spoke. “They are used to facilitate communication.”

The black haired child turned away to remove the long, blue cloth that laid above a table.”Now the time has come for you to choose an ore for your sword.” he says, revealing several ore’s for each of you to choose. 

“Shinra.” you call to the boy beside you, still sniffling. “Let’s go choose our Ore.”

Shinra’s eyes are wide as you speak to him, but he nods nonetheless. He follows you closely as each of the survivors inspect the ore’s.  You yourself are none the wiser choosing an ore. You contemplate having laid your eyes upon an ore and just thought it was another random rock.

“Which one should we choose, Shinra?” you smile at the boy. “I sense…that one,” you point to a medium sized ore. “Is a good fit for me.”

Shinra furrows a burgundy brow, “H-How do you know?” he murmurs. 

“I can just feel it.” you respond. You go to grab it.

Shinra’s eyes - a beautiful shade of azure,  widen and he too grabs an ore - the one directly next to yours. “Okay.” he nods. 

Soon you make your journey back to Sanemi’s estate. Your legs are aching for a break, but you do not allow them to stop. Your kasugai crow, who you learned was named Hiyori, now laid upon your shoulder as you walked. She had since grew tired of flying above you once she realized you had no intention of stopping for the night. How could you? You passed Final Selection and now was an actual Demon Slayer. 

The sky was now a dark violet color when you arrived back at the estate. You had many people to see - you agreed to visit Aoi, Sumi, Kiyo and Naho once you returned. You grew close with the young girls, often visiting them when you didn’t have to train until you dropped. You would have to thank Uzui, Hinatsuru, Makio and Suma for your combat training; Muichiro (and Ginko because she wouldn’t allow you to not acknowledge her if you met with him). Mitsuri promised you pancakes one you returned and you were craving them with extra honey - her western cooking was the best you’ve ever had. 

You opened the shoji doors of Sanemi’s estate. It’s quiet inside and doesn’t appear to have anyone in it. You make your way around the estate and hum, Sanemi was not here. 

You didn’t let the fact bother you. Sanemi was a hashira after all and had responsibilities. He could possibly be doing his rounds before he returned home.

You take this time to bathe, allowing all the grime to be released from your skin was refreshing. You’re unsure how long you’ve bathed for, but once your hands begin to wrinkle was when you decided to get out. You were refreshed now, dressed now in a light kimono tied loosely and your hair in a low bun.

You decide to do another round around the estate for Sanemi. You can hear them - faint footsteps.It’s coming from the opposite side of the mansion. Your feet begin to sprint across the cold hardwood floor, a wide smile on your lips.

Sanemi was here, you note, dressed in his usual Hashira attire. He appeared to have just came in from his rounds as you suspected. 

“Nemi!” you exclaim, jumping to wrap your arms around the man. He doesn’t move back an inch, even with the impact of you crashing into him. 

Sanemi’s nostrils fill with your scent - the familiar scent that he had longed to smell for the last week. His nerves begin to calm themselves at your touch, unaware that since you've been gone that he was unable to focus on anything but your survival. 

“I’m back from Final Selection!” your heart is pumping with excitement. “I even have my own crow like you all! Her name’s Hiyori!” you continue to babble on and on about everything that happened during your week, still wrapping him in a tight embrace. 

Your face then crashes into his chest and you’re silent. Sanemi doesn’t notice it at first - he assumes you were overwhelmed with emotions to fully focus on one topic at a time. But then his bare chest feels it. Wet - were you crying?

Sanemi gets his answer when your shoulders shake and his chest appears to be even more wet. He gulps, unsure on what to do. Why were you suddenly crying? Sanemi didn’t deal with emotions well. He hated when the lower ranks would cry, it irritated him to no end. It didn’t help either that they were often crying because of him - but that's besides the point. 

Sanemi places a hand upon your head. “Y/N…” he trails off. “What’s wrong?”

Your face lifts to look at Sanemi. There it was again - the jolt. He hadn’t felt the jolt in his heart in a week and swears he was cured of whatever sickness he had. Your eyes are teary and wet, lashes sticking to one another. 

“I’m so happy!” you sob, lips quivering. 

Happy?

You were crying because you were happy?

Sanemi’s shoulders falter and now, he finds himself wanting to laugh.

“I’m happy that I passed Final Selection and you didn’t waste your time training me.” you continue, wiping your tears away with your shoulder so you wouldn’t have to unwrap your arms from Sanemi. “I’m happy I was given the opportunity to make my own decision and not be fated to one.” you’re continuing to ramble on about how happy you truly were - claiming to be happy to be surrounded by such positive people even if they were working in less than positive situations. 

You do end up unwrapping your arms around Sanemi to fall to your knees. You’re bowing before him, tears not stopping. “Thank you, Sanemi.”

Sanemi gasps, but he doesn’t stiffen. “Y/N, you don’t-”

“I’m grateful that I’ve gotten to train besides you and the other Hashira and slayers.” you’re sobbing full on now, dramatic tears leaking onto the floor. “I promise to make you proud as your tsuguko! I’ll do my best on all my missions!”

Sanemi inhales. His heart is beating rapidly and he’s unsure how to respond to you. To think that he, a Hashira of many years now and had fought demons upon demons…was going to die now due to heart failure. He hoped that Shinobu and Aoi would be the first two to cry at his funeral for denying him (a fucking Hashira at that) service. 

Sanemi’s mind wanders. He’s happy, as well, he supposes. Genya was alive and well, even if he refused to look his brother's way, he often kept tabs on him. Sorai would tell him everything Genya did when he wasn’t on missions. You were alive now, as well. Overly emotional and grateful as ever. Sanemi finds himself silently thanking whatever God there was out there that you wouldn’t be yet another death on his conscience.

Sanemi slams the door of the butterfly mansion open, a feral look upon his face. Naho jumps, her braids swinging around towards the sound. Kiyo’s eyes widen at Sanemi while Sumi quivers. “Where’s Kocho or Kanzaki?” he hisses at the three girls. 

“S-Shinobu-san said-”

“I do not care.” Sanemi dismisses them. He doesn’t see either of the two girls he’s looking for and he turns away from them. He stalks down the halls of the butterfly mansion, in coming slayers flinging themselves into the wall just to avoid him and his wrath. 

It takes another five minutes to find Shinobu and it only took him slamming open three shoji doors. 

“Shinazugawa.” Shinobu’s soft smile doesn’t falter, not even when she’s annoyed with her office being intruded. She leans back in her seat and tilts her head at him. 

“It happened again.” Sanemi exclaims.

Shinobu raises a brow.

“My heart jolted again yesterday. Matter of fact,” Sanemi steps inside the office. “it didn’t stop jolting for another 30 minutes.”

Shinobu snickers. “Y/N must be back from Final Selection already.” she notes, more to herself than as a statement to Sanemi. “Please tell her to come visit us at the Butterfly Mansion for any injuries she may have.”

Sanemi’s eyes are glaring at the younger girl. “What the hell does that have to do with my heart?!” he was growing irate by the second. Each time he came to this place he was kicked out by giggling girls. 

“I’ve checked your heart countless times, Shinazugawa.” Shinobu states with a shake of her head. “There’s nothing wrong with it or you.”

Sanemi sighs and scoffs. 

“Maybe you’re in denial?” Shinobu shrugs her shoulders. 

“In denial?” Sanemi hisses. “You and that other little brat are in denial about my health!”

Shinobu wants to laugh right now, but having Sanemi constantly come into the Butterfly Mansion and scaring the nurses (and the slayers) was becoming overwhelming. 

“My,” Shinobu manages to giggle. “have you…ever thought that your heart is jolting only when a certain someone is around you?”

Sanemi’s eyes squint. “Where the hell are you getting at?”

“That maybe you’ve failed to realize that your heart is jolting because you happen to…like Y/N?” Shinobu doesn’t want to cause Sanemi to convulse by saying the word “love” just yet. “There’s studies that show that boys are less smarter than girls, so I’m not surprised you cannot tell the difference between pain and feelings.”

Sanemi’s ears and neck darken a crimson color and his hands clenched into fists. Shinobu’s now full on laughing at him. He’s had enough of her and Uzui’s constant teasing.

“Fuck off.” Sanemi hisses and then turns to walk away. 

“Shinazugawa!” Shinobu calls before he can storm down the hallway. “I think she likes you, too. So do the rest of the Hashira.” 

Sanemi doesn’t say anything and Shinobu doesn’t expect him to, but the blush on his cheeks don’t go unnoticed. 

Sanemi makes his way out of the Butterfly Mansion and back towards his estate. He managed to bring his breathing calm, but his mind is going crazy. He thinks of you and how each time he was with you, his heart goes insane and his mind seems to go blink. His anger appears to subside when you speak to him with such a soft smile. Your eyes never show any disgust towards him, instead they’re kind and warm.

“Nemi!”

Your voice echoes through his ears from behind him. He hasn’t seen you the last few hours and when he turns, he’s shocked to see your appearance. He swallows, throat quickly running dry. You’re running towards him, a wide smile on your lips. He notes that he’s rarely seen your skin - such smooth skin that now appears to shine underneath the afternoon sun. You’ve gotten your uniform and appeared to be an exact replica of Mitsuri.

“I got my uniform!” you say excitedly when you reach Sanemi.

Sanemi looks away to not catch himself staring too long at your appearance. 

“Is that Y/N-chan?” 

“She’s so cute!”

You’re beaming at Sanemi and he feels just how hot his body begins to feel. 

“Do you feel comfortable?” Sanemi asks. You never showed this amount of skin before.

You slowly nod your head. “It’ll take some getting used to, I suppose.” you respond.

Sanemi licks his lips. His eyes roam around the area to find several slayers looking their way - your way. His nerves were now kicking in at the eyes on you.

“Do I look nice?” you ask him. “I do think it’ll be a little chilly with the uniform, but I think I’ll be alright.” you giggle to yourself.

“Is Shinazugawa-sama blushing again?”

“Why do all the girls go for guys like him?!” a slayer throws his hands in the air.

“Here.” Sanemi removes his haori and hands it over to you. He isn’t looking at you when he does so. “So you don’t get cold.”

“Shinazugawa-sama is such a nice boyfriend!” a female slayer gushes. 

“Who knew he was such a-”

The slayers scurry off when a pair of lilac eyes glare at them.

You take hold of the haori with wide eyes. “But what about you, Nemi?”

“I got more.” Sanemi shrugs nonchalantly. 

“Hm,” you hum, feeling the fabric in your hands. “Thank you. I’ll wear it on all my missions!” you place the haori over your shoulders and sigh happily.

Sanemi’s heart clenches and he inaudible sighs.

“Are you going back home?” you ask him. “I can cook us lunch if you don’t have anything to do!”

Sanemi nods and remains quiet.

“Good! Let’s go!” you hook your arm in his and begin walking.

Sanemi doesn’t mind your closeness, even if it does leave him surprised each time by just how willing you are to be entangled with him. While the pair of you stroll back to the estate in a comfortable silence, he’s thinking about just how nice you did look in your uniform - and how he didn’t like if anyone else thought the same.

When you suggested eating, Sanemi didn’t think you would invite others. You’ve just finished cooking when a knock sounds on his shoji doors. Sanemi doesn’t answer and you’re scurrying off to answer it yourself. The door opens and you’re beaming widely. 

Sanemi wants to scoff when his brother is behind the door - him, for some odd reason Tokito and an unknown slayer with burgundy hair. 

“I hope we are not intruding.” he murmurs to you, eyes only glancing at his brother for a moment. He hadn’t spoken to Sanemi in two weeks - not since the incident. 

You are, Sanemi wants to say, but he only snickers to himself instead. 

“Of course not!” you usher for them to enter. “I hope you all are hungry.”

Tokito remains silent when he sits upon the cushioned floor. He’s seated beside Genya and beside him, the unknown burgundy haired boy.

You go to serve the food for them, Sanemi grumbling to himself. He wanted to be with you - alone - not in his own home surrounded by brats.

You take your seat beside Sanemi and smile at the group of boys. “Please, eat.”

Muichiro wastes no time in doing as he’s told. Genya can feel eyes upon him, the glaring lilac eyes of his elder brother. He tries to think of your words two weeks prior - that Sanemi did love and care for him. It was hard believing you. He never made any attempt to speak with him after the fact and he grew slightly afraid that he would attempt to hurt him again if he tried. 

“I met Shinra during Final Selection.” you tell Sanemi after a few bites of the pork cutlet. “He’s so cute.” you gush.

Shinra’s cheeks flushed crimson at the sound of his name and the compliment. He feels two sets of eyes on him - one from the white haired man who he learned quickly was a Hashira and then the boy with dark hair and a mohawk. They’re glaring, he notes, with such dark eyes and hatred. 

“Look’s weak.” Sanemi retorts, sinking his teeth in the broccoli you steamed. 

“Very.” Genya snorts.

Muichiro turns his eyes to look at Shinra and hums in agreement.

“That’s not nice.” you frown at the three of them. “Shinra’s is a very capable swordsman.”

Genya had no issue with the burgundy haired boy. He appeared to be close in age with him and Tokito. However, if he had your affection then that meant it was taken away from his brother (and him) and he didn’t like it.

“Shinra even helped me defeat a demon, right, Shinra-kun?”

Shinra feels his throat clog up at the amount of eyes on him. He finds himself nodding - even if it wasn’t the truth. You were lying to save him the embarrassment and that caused even more self-pity in him. 

“Is that so?” Sanemi snickers. He leans forward. “He doesn’t even look like he knows how to hold a sword. I’m to believe someone like him helped you?”

You nod your head. You weren’t going to let them bring down Shinra’s self esteem about himself.

“Then maybe you shouldn’t go on missions yourself.” Sanemi states. “If you need help from a weakling.”

Genya watches the way his brother glares at Shinra and now he understands where this was going. 

Sanemi was jealous - for no reason. Shinra was (for now) a weakling Mizunoto, yet you shared the rank with him. You were just lucky enough to have trained alongside several Hashira. Shinra was also only a child while you were an adult and only had eyes for Sanemi - but he knew his brother well enough to know that anyone was competition.

“Y/L-san is an amazing swordsman…woman…” Shinra’s voice is low and barely audible. He’s scared to even look the white haired man in the face but he’s grown great respect for you. “She killed the most demons during Final Selection…”

“How many did you kill?” Sanemi questions. 

“I-I…” Shinra gulps. He hasn’t killed nearly as much as you or the other survivors. He only managed to cut the heads of three - and even that took a lot out of him. 

“How about this,” Sanemi takes a bite of the pork and stands. “you show me just how good of a swordsman you are.”

“We’re eating.” you sigh, watching as Sanemi rounds the table to put (more like snatch) Shinra’s shoulder. 

“It’ll only be a moment.” Sanemi yanks Shinra from his cushioned seat and pulls him to his feet. “I have an extra sword.”

Shinra is visibly shaking in Sanemi’s tight hold. He’s pushed out the door and it causes Muichiro to snort. “Y/N.”

“Huh, yes, Tokito?” you say to him, smiling apologetically. “Is the food alright?

Muichiro nods. He licks his lips before his eyes turn to you. “Please tell Shinazugawa that no one is planning on stealing you from him.” he says nonchalantly. “All the slayers that do voice their attractions are scared of being castrated.”

You laugh nervously, eyes going wide. You feel yourself grow hot with embarrassment. 

“Genya even threatens a few that talk about you suggestively.”

Genya whips his head to glare at Muichiro, cheeks flushed. “I do not!” he hisses, denying rather quickly.

“Yes you do.” Muichiro takes a sip of his drink. “You talk down to anyone that thinks they could speak to Y/N.” Muichiro scoffs. And he was supposed to be the one with memory issues.

You get up from your cushioned seat and nod your head at the two (now bickering, more on Genya’s side than Muichiro) boys. You place a hand on both of their heads and it silences them. “You two are so cute.” you tell them. “Makes me wish I had younger siblings.” your eyes glance outside. You were going to have to save Shinra from Sanemi’s torture right about now.

You bow and excuse yourself and make your way out the shoji doors just as Sanemi swings a wooden sword Shinra’s way. “Sanemi!” you call, eyes glaring at the man. “Leave Shinra alone! We’ve come here for lunch not to train!”

Shinra’s able to dodge Sanemi’s attack by the grace of God, sweat pooling down his forehead and whimpering for whoever to save him.

Sanemi stops his attack and turns to you. You appeared to be upset, eyebrows knitted to a scowl. Your arms are crossed and for a split second his eyes flicker to your breast pressed together. 

“Shinra, let’s finish up your lunch, yeah?” you tell the boy who nods his head, far too excited to be away from the white haired maniac. 

As Shinra enters the house once more, your eyes turn to Sanemi. “What’s that about?”

Sanemi drops his wooden swords and goes to make his way back into his home. You step in front of the man. “You can’t keep harassing the slayers. They’re terrified of you!”

Sanemi scoffs. “If they’re terrified of me then a demon would have their fucking heads.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re a scary man.” 

Sanemi tilts his head and crosses his own arms. “You aren’t afraid of me.”

“Of course not.” you give him a teasing smile. “You’re nice when I’m around.”

Sanemi grumbles; maybe that’s why others would rather you be present if they had to approach him. 

“Promise me,” you begin, coming closer to him. You take his large, calloused hands in your soft ones. “That you won’t keep harassing the slayers. Especially Shinra and Genya.”

Sanemi groans. He likes the soft and gentleness of your hands on his own.

“I can’t promise that.” Sanemi says. “They all enjoy pissing me off.”

You giggle. “But they avoid you!” you exclaim. “Just try.”

Sanemi nods his head with a roll of his eyes. “Whatever.” he mumbles.

You wrap your pinky around his longer one, a tint of mischief in your eyes. “Swear.”

“Swear.” Sanemi murmurs. “Whoever lies will be made to swallow a thousand needles.” the two of you say in unison, a wide smile on your lips and a low one on his.

“CAW! Y/L Y/N is to report to Chiyoda City! A demon has been sighted in the Shrine!” Hiyori soars above you, her wings flapping.

Your eyes widen and you stand to your feet excitedly. “We’re going on a mission? Our first mission!” you were ready for a mission the same day you were given your nichirin sword.- a long sword with a black handguard that wraps right above your hand, offering an amazing grip. The blade is long and shiny against the bright sun - an emerald color shining down the sharpest part of the blade.

“Sanemi’s doing his rounds. I’m sad he wasn’t home to hear.” you feel saddened, but this was your moment to make him proud and assure that you’d come back safe. 

You make your journey out of the estate with Hiyori flying above you, leading the way. You’re pumping with excitement that it’s ridiculous. You were going head first to a demon - but you were bouncing with joy as if you were meeting your husband. You were just ecstatic to kill as many demons as you could and work your way up the ranks. You heard the amount of people wishing to become Hashira, but you’re content not being one. The 9 Hashira you’ve met were more than amazing at their jobs.

You reach the area in the middle of the night, the moon shining brightly and the area quietly. The air appears to be murky and foggy, a low fog that’s nearly blinding. You slow your walk, drawing your blade while your eyes scan the area. 

A sound to your left heightens your senses. More sounds from your right, above and even forward you. Small figures appear, no taller than toddler sizes. They’re demons - eyes black and soulless. There’s scars oozing blood beneath both of their eyes and there's a shadowy smoke that surrounds them as they push closer to you. As they come closer, you note that they appear to be floating rather than walking.

You raise your sword and swing when one shadowy figure lungs at you. You slice at their head, cutting off each one with swift movements - but they appear to never stop coming. It’s as though as soon as you kill one, five more come sprinting after you. Each shadowy figure has their own weapon - a knife, sword, cutlass.

“That man despises you.” a gravelly voice hisses behind you. The shadowy figures disappear and you’re left in complete silence.

You turn around, eyes glaring into the darkness. “Show yourself!” you call into said darkness.

Your feet walk stealthy behind the shrine where what appears to be a large pond is located. The water is still; unnerved. 

“You’re nothing to him!” the same voice hisses, this time besides you and now you sense it. A hand slams against your cheek and you’re sent flying towards the pond. It wasn’t deep, luckily, and you managed to keep your sword clenched into your hands. 

You leep from the pond just as the demon lunges at you. It appears to be a woman. She’s tall, appearing just a few inches smaller than Uzui. Her eye sockets are wide but they’re soulless, no pupils in sight. Her hair is long and flowy behind her, but appears to be wet and stringy. Her skin is a dull gray color and she’s snarling at you.

“Look at you,” the demon snarls, her fingernails gnawing at her skin. “So young and beautiful. No man will ever respect such a whore!”

The demon lunges at you once more and you manage to cut her hand off, long claws falling onto the ground below you. 

A loud, blood curdling scream echoes off the trees, coming from the demon. The sound is unbearable and you’re sure the demon is causing your ears to bleed. 

You got to your knees. 

“What would your father think seeing you now?” a voice says. 

“What about your mother? Your brother?”

The atmosphere appears colder now, the screams of the demon growing louder and louder. 

“What do you think Sanemi would think of you once you die here?” the screams appear louder and you’re certain your ears are bleeding. “When you die here tonight, you will be forgotten - just like your father forgot about you.”

You can feel the anger inside of you bubbling at the taunting words of the demon. “Come with me, I’ll put you out of your miserable misery.”

You lift your sword, trying your hardest to ignore the ringing in your ear. The demon flings itself at you and in one quick movement, you’re dodging its attack and slicing off her other hand. You get to your feet, sprinting towards the Demon. It wails loudly once more, but you ignore the painful ringing in your ears. “Wind Breathing: Second Form!” you lift the sword upwards towards the right and above your head. You release four vertical slashes resembling claws towards the demon. “Claws-Purifying Wind!”

You dash towards the Demon as your attack slashes them, black blood oozing out from their wounds. You make it your mission to get rid of this demon once and for all, raising your sword and bringing it down on the demon's neck. 

You drop to your feet, eyes on the demon's head a few feet away.The screaming releasing from its throat grows silent by the second as the head begins to disintegrate. 

It takes you a moment to move, your mind racing at the words the demon said.

That man despises you.

No man will ever respect a whore.

When you die here, you’ll be forgotten.

You sheathe your sword and begin to walk. Your ears are ringing as you make your way back towards your destination, Hiyori flying above you. By the time you’d return, the sun will be present and you’d hope to come face to face with Sanemi once more. You’ve grown close to the man and it causes you great shame to know that the words of the demon got to you; causing your heart to ache. You no longer cared about your fathers thoughts about you; you dealt with the man for years and his harsh ways. But the thought of Sanemi - someone you considered to be a great friend, even someone you loved dearly - forgetting about you; despising you. 

You exhale, deciding to pick up your pace to get back to the estate - and Sanemi - faster.

Sanemi’s sword slices against the tatami mat, slicing with ease. His mind is on you and when you are due to return. He’s upset that you were set on a mission - your first one at that - while he was out on his own. He’s positive that you were ecstatic and jumping with joy - it causes his heart to beat harder. He regrets not being there to send you off, even when his nerves screams at him to find you.

You’re an adult, he tells himself.

You’re now a slayer, fully capable of fighting low-level demons.

But still, you were someone he cared about.

Sanemi cannot keep his mind at ease when Genya is away on missions, now that he has you and his brother on his mind, he’s sure he’ll never find peace. 

Sorai, Sanemi’s crow, flocks his wings and places himself on a sliced tatami mat. The words released from the crows mouth has Sanemi’s eyes widening and his blood going cold.

Rengoku.

Dead.

Kyojuro is dead.

Sanemi’s right hand clenches his sword in his palm.

“I will annihilate all unsightly demons.” he hisses, turning away to make his way out of his home. His heart is pumping out his chest now and his nerves are screaming.

Kyojuro was a Hashira - a skilled one. What did that mean for you and Genya? You were out on a mission as we speak, too far away to know of Kyojuro’s death but that doesn’t ease his nerves one bit. He feels jittery. His mind is wandering to you fighting whatever demon you were sent out to and returning with serious injuries. His heart clenches when his mind flashes with you covered in blood, body lifeless. 

“Sorai!” Sanemi hisses and his crow squawks. “Go find Y/N.”

Sorai flocks his wings and begins his journey. Lilac eyes follow him until he’s nothing but a mere figure in the sky. 

Sanemi inhales deeply and exhales. He runs a calloused hand through his hair and down his face. He notices that his hand is trembling lightly with nerves.

You release a low sigh when you notice the familiar sight of the Butterfly Mansion. Your body aches and your ears are still ringing, but you manage to make it in one piece.

“CAW!”

Sharp feet landed upon your head.You hiss at the impact, wailing your hands around. “Sorai?” you murmur. “Where’s Sanemi?” you ask the crow. 

“Shinazugawa-sama has sent me to assure your safety!” the crow squawks.

You find yourself grinning. You pet the crows head lightly. “Yes, I’ve arrived safely.” you tell him. “I’m going to the Butterfly Mansion to assure my injuries aren’t severe.”

Sorai squawks again, wings flapping to fly and give the news to Sanemi.

You enter the mansion to find it surprisingly quiet.

“Y/N-chan!”

It’s Naho. She’s crying at the sight of you - did you look that bad?

“I’ll go get Aoi! Shinobu-san is busy.”

You follow behind her to the infirmary. You’re glad you can finally lay down and relax.

You enter the room and groan. You fell onto the nearest bed and sighed.

“You must be in such pain.” Aoi murmurs, eyeing the way your ears hold dried blood. 

“Little bit.” you mumble a response. “Just feel a little…tired.” you close your eyes, lids feeling heavy.

“Okay. You can sleep,Y/N-chan. I’ll give you some medicine for your wounds.”

You’re into a deep sleep by the time you hear Aoi’s words. It felt nice to be able to relax for now and not worry about anything.

Sanemi slams the shoji doors open, causing several nurses to yelp in surprise. 

“Shinazugawa!” Aoi growls, eyebrows knitting into a scowl. “How many times-”

“What happened to her?”

Aoi watches with angered eyes as Sanemi stalks towards your sleeping figure.

Sanemi lowers himself to inspect you. There’s a few scratches on your skin and blood (dried) on the sides of your ears.

“She passed out around 10 minutes ago.” Aoi responds. “Now leave, she needs-”

Sanemi sits on the bed beside yours, deciding to ignore Aoi altogether. Aoi scoffs. She turns her head to the other nurses and nods. They continue to scurry off out of the room. 

“I’ll be back with some medicine for her.” Aoi grumbles and makes her way out of the room.

Sanemi allows himself to breathe now. When Sorai had come back to him and stated that you had returned safely but at the Butterfly Mansion, he had to be sure you were safe. 

It was three hours later when you finally stirred awake. You feel groggily and your eyes are heavy. You yawned, pushing yourself up in the bed. 

“You’re awake.”

You yelp at the sudden voice. “Nemi.” 

Sanemi’s arms are crossed over his chest, eyes studying you.

“How long have you been here?”

Sanemi shrugs. “Not too long.” Sanemi responds. He hasn’t left since you were emitted. 

“Ah,” you lean against the metal frame. “I’ve returned from my mission.”

You’re smiling tiredly at him.

“My heart feels so full and heavy. My mind cannot focus on anything.” you explain. “It’s all so overwhelming to return alive and well.”

“Your ears are bleeding. Are you sure you’re well?”

“Yes.” you nod. “The demon was a very loud screamer.” you giggle to yourself. 

Sanemi swallows. He’s unsure how he was going to tell you about Kyojuro. You’ve grown close to the man and learning of his death would cause you great sorrow, and he didn’t like to see you upset or sad. 

“Nemi?”

“Kyojuro…” Sanemi begins. “...went on a mission before you had. He didn’t make it.”

You tilt your head, ears registering his words. 

“Kyojuro…is dead?” you swallow, throat dry.

It feels foolish to cry for someone knowing that this life was never guaranteed. You’ve grown close to him, sometimes speaking with him whenever you were free. 

“Nemi…” you trail off, feeling your eyes become wet. You feel for Kyojuro and his family and it even feels selfish of you to be scared for Sanemi’s life now. Kyojuro was a Hashira just like Sanemi and if he was ultimately brought to death…

Your legs ache, but you do not hesitate to jump from your bed to where Sanemi sat. You wrapped him in a tight embrace, wet eyes crushing into his neck.

Sanemi’s shocked by your actions. He didn’t know Kyojuro’s death would impact you this much.

You sniffled in his neck. “I don’t want you to ever be in harm's way.” you murmur. Sanemi, Genya, Shinra…you didn’t want to see death for anyone apart from the Corps. 

Sanemi gulps. He places an arm around you to bring you closer. He doesn’t usually touch you - sober, that was - but you were always clingy. He wants to comfort you, to tell you that everything would be alright. He wants to tell you that he wasn’t going to die - but he doesn’t wish to disappoint you with false promises he couldn’t guarantee. 

Sanemi doesn’t speak as he holds onto you, but he’s positive that he too does not wish you to ever be in harm's way - he’s unsure if he would be able to live with himself if you or Genya didn’t come back from a mission alive.

The next few months consist of you and Sanemi attending missions alongside one another, sometimes with other slayers. You want to question why you haven’t been on a solo mission, but you don’t. You assume after Kyojuro’s death, that the Corps would rather keep lower ranks with higher ones, but you cannot be 100% sure. 

However, you wouldn’t complain about being sent out with Sanemi. He was more of a guide, making sure nothing got too hectic for you - and it never did. He allowed you to behead any demons that you saw and the mission was complete. Then the two of you would return back to the estate until the next mission.

Weekly, you would have lunch that you’d cook with Sanemi, Genya, Shinra and Muichiro (whenever they weren’t sent on missions). Sanemi managed to bite his tongue and instead would grumble to himself, but it was progress. You enjoyed cooking for them and saw the three younger boys as little brothers.

Sanemi drew the line when you invited more - Tanjiro was such a lovely boy that you couldn’t help but want to feed him. With Tanjiro came Zenitsu and Inosuke - a brawl ensued when Inosuke insulted Sanemi and Genya retorted, both teenagers throwing insults and punches. But you enjoyed the lunch, nonetheless.

“We have another mission.” Sanemi says during breakfast. “Hiyori delivered it while you were bathing.”

“Ah, is that so?” you bring the sweet potato in your mouth and bite. 

Sanemi nods. “A Hashira is to be present. Me.” he says. “More slayers are attending, as well. We were told to pack a bag - it might take longer than we expect.”

You nod and when the two of you are done with breakfast, you go to pack your bag. It can be classified as an undercover mission, so casual wear is expected. 

It’s not long that you, Sanemi and a group of slayers are making your journey to Shinjuku, expected to arrive right in the evening. Sanemi wasn’t one to make stops, so you managed to pack a few snacks for the long way.

Once you arrive to Shinjuku you’re relieved. The sun was barely shining and you just wanted to find whatever demon was here and kill it. Seeing as the lot of you were expected to be undercover, you’re sure it wouldn’t work out that way.

“You,” Sanemi points to a group of 5 slayers. “find an inn and see what you can gather about our mission.”

The five slayers bow and head on their way. Sanemi’s turns his eyes to another four. “You do the same in the opposite direction.”

There's only you, him and two slayers left - one girl named Sumire and a boy by the name of Roshi. “There’s an inn on the outskirts of Shinjuku. We’ll head there, find a room and change. The sun will fall soon and we’ll have to investigate whatever demon lurks here.”

The inn wasn’t far and a ten minute walk has you four arriving there. It appears to be the nicest Inn in the city for it to be such a long distance from it. 

“Welcome in!” a woman behind the counter eyes the four of you, her eyes recognizing the uniform displayed. “Two rooms?”

“Four.” Sanemi corrects.

“Ah…” the woman leans forward, eyes staring at Sanemi’s chest, a grin formed onto her lips. “I apologize, sir, but we only do couples in Shinjuku.”

Sanemi scoffs. “What type of shit is that?” he hisses. He’s never heard of an entire city only catering to couples.

“We’re known as a honeymoon retreat here.” the lady shrugs. “I do apologize for any inconvenience.”

“It’s fine.” you sigh. “I can room with Sumire-”

“Please don’t.” Roshi whimpers, shaking his head. He wanted to be nowhere near Sanemi - especially not when his annoyance was rising. “I’ll take the floor so Sumire can have the bed - really!”

“Then it’s settled. Two rooms for two couples.” the lady turns to grasp a set of keys in both manicured hands and she dangles them out for you all to grasp.

Sanemi snatches the key and scurries down the hall while Sumire takes the other.

“We’ll get settled, changed and make our way out for the night.” you tell Sumire and Roshi.

“Yes.” Sumire and Roshi reply in unison.

Sanemi slams the door shut as the two of you enter, dropping his bag onto the large bed. 

“The sun will be setting soon.” you note aloud. “Do we have a set plan?”

“There’s obviously something going on here.” Sanemi says. He removes a yukata from his belongings. “Shinjuku was not known to be a couples retreat - not until now.”

“Do you think whatever demons here are targeting couples?” you tilt your head to think. Eating two people would be smarter than one, but still, a demon was stronger than a regular civilian. “It seems to be a lot of effort on the demon's part.”

Sanemi shrugs. Whatever the demon was doing, he’d be sure to put an end to it. 

Sanemi and you roamed Shinjuku. It appeared bright even when the sun was down. You noticed that it indeed was a couples affair - you noticed no one walking alone. What also caught your attention was the lack of children present - or those who were older.

“You two look new here.”

Sanemi’s eyes flicker to the voice.

“We are.” you smile at them, inching closer to Sanemi.

“Oh! How long have you two been married?” the woman asks and now you’re unsure what to say. 

“Honeymoon.” Sanemi responds. “Was recommended by a friend.”

The woman nods her head. “It’s amazing here! We’ve been here twice already. Have you two been to…”

You await for her to continue, but her eyes look as if waiting for you to catch on.

“...Uh…?” you turn to Sanemi who doesn’t even look interested.

“The couples…brothel?”  the woman flushes bright red as she speaks, her husband laughing nervously.

“Couples brothel?”

Sanemi was intrigued now.

“Yes. You have to be approved first - we haven’t.”

“What do you do there?” you ask, unsure of what in the world this mission was going to put you through.

“If approved, you get to be doted on…” the woman is far too embarrassed to continue but you’re sure you get where she’s going.

“Ah.” you nod your head. “I never knew that was something.”

“Yes. It happens every day at a different inn.” the husband says.

“Today should be…”

Sanemi sighs. He has a guess of what inn it would be happening at.

“We have to go.” Sanemi says, stomping off. 

“Sorai.” Your eyes look into the sky at the flying bird. “Inform the other slayers of the demon. Tell them to patrol the streets and make sure no civilians are harmed.”

“Where are we-”

“Back to the Inn.” Sanemi answers your question before you can respond. “That woman insisted on couples because that’s how the demon feeds without getting caught.”

“She chooses her victims strategically.” you murmur. “Not everyone gets accepted.”

“She must know we’re slayers - or at least senses that there’s something off about us.” Sanemi picks up the pace. “Only way to find out…”

Sanemi wraps you in a tight embrace as you both enter the inn. It catches you by surprise - his sudden closeness.

“Hello!” a lady claps her hands at your arrival. “Are you guests here already?” it’s not the same woman as yesterday, you note. 

Sanemi nods his head, arms wrapped tightly around you. “Yes. We’re hoping we can join.”

The woman is nodding, quite aware of what Sanemi is asking of her. “You’re in luck. Our mistress had not yet chosen a couple.” she eyes the way you and Sanemi appear. “I’m positive we found a good choice in the two of you.”

Sanemi swallows. He’s unsure how, but she knows there’s something off about the two of you - you aren’t an ordinary couple. She’s no demon, he would know if she was. 

“Follow me,” the woman motions with her hand for the two of you to come.

You walk, as does Sanemi. He won’t admit it, but having your body against his makes him feel at ease; just knowing you’re close and away from harm.

The hallway is long and seemingly away from the other rooms of the inn. The lights grow dim the closer the three of you step. You were sure it had to do with the demon.

“Go right into the room. The mistress will be in shortly. There are refreshments inside, as well.” The woman slides open the doors and bows as you enter. “Do have some fun while you wait.” She shuts them and you hear her footsteps pat down the hall until they’re inaudible.

“Room’s nice.” your eyes scan around the room, appearing quite large in size and lights just as dim as the hallway.

Sanemi grunts but doesn’t say a response. He sits upon the mat, eyes scanning for any sign of the demon.

You take a seat besides him and inhale. The room was humid.

“Have your sword ready.” Sanemi murmurs. You’re seated besides him, far too close. His noses appear to be heightened, your aroma nearly intoxicating him. He swallows thickly.

“It’s fucking hot.” Sanemi hisses. “Where’s that bitch?”

You were beginning to feel the same way. Your kimono wasn’t tight, but it felt as if it was sticking to you. The air felt so heavy, humid and…you shiver, goosebumps erupting onto your skin.

“I feel weird.” you tell Sanemi after a long moment. 

Sanemi’s eyes turn to you besides him. He notes there’s sweat lining your forehead and you’re panting lightly. Your legs are shuffling together, hands clenching in your lap. He notes that in the midst of your anxious state, you loosened your kimono and beneath it shows your uniform - the same uniform you wore when he gifted you his haori. He’d scream and berate the perverted kakushi for a new uniform just for you to wear both, stating that you didn’t want to be a bother. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the way you looked in it, not at all. He enjoyed it too much, often finding his eyes and mind wandering to places they shouldn’t. 

“You should drink something.” Sanemi tears his eyes away from you to eye the refreshments besides them. There isn’t any water, just wine, but it’ll have to do. “Just enough so you won’t feel parched.”

You nod your head. You wouldn’t be off your game after a sip of wine. You reach for the wine besides Sanemi, a low apology when your arm touches his. It sends a jolt throughout him, this time reaching lower than his heart. 

Sanemi’s eyes are shameless now. He doesn’t hide the fact that he’s watching you. Your hands are shaking as you take the bottle of wine in your hands. You unscrew it and begin to pour. “W-Would you like some?”

Sanemi blinks at the sound of your voice, but he nods. He takes the small, silver goblet from your trembling hands and nods his thanks. He drinks the wine in one swift movement, downing it while his eyes watch yours. He was sure he could have another, and another as long as you served him. 

You aren’t as fast as Sanemi. You smell the wine first before going in to take a sip. It’s good - expensive too. You find yourself drinking the wine keen, enjoying the refreshing taste it gives.

Sanemi’s eyes watch as the wine, a crimson red color, drips from the corner of your mouth and down your jaw, to your chin and drips onto your collarbone. It teases him, he thinks, as it slowly drips onto your exposed breasts.

Sanemi licks his lips and groans. He yanks the wine bottle and pours himself another and downs it. He goes to pour himself another one, but he feels a hand on his wrist.

“You’re going to drink it all.” you say, voice laced with mischief. 

Sanemi inhales. The room was growing hotter.

Sanemi pours the wine, but this time he doesn’t drink it. He lifts it to your own lips, tapping them so you’d open them. You do, gently drinking the wine from his hands. You couldn’t contain the laughter coming from your throat as you do so, the wine splashing onto your kimono.

Sanemi feels hot all over again, his uniform beneath his yukata growing tighter. 

“Nemi?”

Sanemi gulps. “Hm?”

“Do you think I’m hot?”

Sanemi coughs at your question, flushing. 

Why was the room growing hotter?

Why does his clothes feel like they’re sticking to him?

Sanemi was growing confused by the second - why were the two of you even in this room?

“Why do you ask?” Sanemi drops the goblet.

“Because you never say it.” Were you intoxicated now? You didn’t appear to be, your words weren’t slurring and your vision didn’t appear hazy. “Are you attracted to me?” Sanemi feels you come closer. He’s stiff - you had to be drunk. You’re pushing off your kimono, now just only in the revealing corp uniform. He gasps when you climb into his lap, both legs trapping him beneath you.

“You look scared.” You were teasing him. You sit directly onto him, the bulge of his cock twitching when he feels the heartbeat that’s your pussy. “You’re supposed to be the fearless Wind Hashira.”

Sanemi places his hands against your exposed thighs and groans at the smoothness of your skin. He’d often wake from dreams of you and him being in this very position - he’d either have to shower with the coldest water or pump himself until he was cumming. The last option was the most embarrassing. 

“Are you afraid of me?” you’re teasing him again, repeating the same words he said to you in Asakusa. Though he wasn’t pressing himself against you like this, he wouldn’t complain either.

Sanemi groans once more at the feeling of you slightly grinding against him. 

Yes, Sanemi was afraid of you. You made him feel different - the jolting in his heart that dives all the way down to his cock. He often finds himself staring at you, so long that his eyes grow dry and he has to blink just to regain moisture. He often has to hear Uzui’s and Shinobu’s teasing of his feelings for you, no matter how much he attempts to deny it himself.

“No.” Sanemi murmurs, even if it was a lie. 

“Then kiss me.” you lean forward, inches away from Sanemi’s lips. He gulps, licking his lips. Your lavender aroma fills his nostrils and he finds all the sanity he had left gone. 

Sanemi presses his lips against yours, his fingernails digging into the skin of your thigh. He doesn’t want to let you go - whatever this was he doesn’t want it to end. All that clouds his thoughts now were you - your scent, your touch, the sound of you. It intoxicates him that whatever the two of you were initially supposed to be doing in this room has since been forgotten. 

You feel your throat tighten and you’re being lifted. Your eyes shoot open and you’re gasping for air, eyes watching someone - you? It wasn’t you.

The demon had taken the form of you now, leaning against a panting Sanemi. He’s in a trance, you note, not noticing that he was now in the hands of the demon. Her eyes look up at you once for a second and now, your blood is running cold. ‘Lower Rank Six’ engraved into her eyes. 

You struggle to get yourself loose. It’s obvious that the demon has Sanemi in a trance and you were the one that needed to behead the bitch.

“Thank you for bringing me a Hashira.” the demon cackles. “I can show my lord that I am capable of killing a Hashira and then I’ll work my way up. He has given me a second chance just for this moment!”

You struggle against a hooked tail, but manage to get one arm loose to unsheathe your sword. You swipe at it, slashing it so you can release yourself. “Get away from him!”

The demon’s eyes widen but she then laughs. “I’m sorry I have to consume your lover.” she taunts. “Virgins don’t know what to do with a man.” the demon taunts. The air appears to be foggy and once again you feel hot with desire. 

“You’re nothing but a demon that’s going to die here.” you spit at her.

The demon shrieks at your words. “Such a disgusting human! You don’t deserve to be in my presence!”

You swipe your sword to dodge her attack. You needed to get this over with now before you wasted any more time. Your mind was fogging with whatever she’s done, an obvious demon blood art. 

“You’re nothing but a weak lower moon.” you spat back at her with the same venom. 

The demon hisses and sends an array of attacks with her hooked tail. “Wind Breathing: Third Form:” you proceed to release a whirlwind of slashes around you to defend yourself from her attack.”Clean Storm Wind Tree!”  Your eyes focus on her neck - you had to finish her off now. You raise your sword and slash it across her neck, a clean swipe that cuts the demon’s head right off. 

The demon screams at her sudden defeat, but another gush of fog surrounds the entirety of the room just as her head and body harshly crash onto the ground. 

You drop your sword beside you, making your way to Sanemi. His eyes are closed and he appears to be asleep.

“Nemi?” you call, falling to your knees. You place a hand upon his cheek and flinch when his eyes dart open. “Nemi…”

Your words trailed off and neither of you talked, only stared at the other. The room was boiling now, sweat pooling off of your body. You were sure you’d hear a pin drop with how silent the room remained.

“We should…go…” you managed to speak, but it was difficult. Your throat is dry and your ears are beginning to ring. Your clothing is uncomfortable and tight, sticking to your skin like glue. “Nemi…I-I don’t feel good.” you admit to him after another few moments of tortured silence. Your legs are beginning to clench together, the friction feeling good, an electric shock between your legs. 

You knew this feeling, you were no prude. You were sexually frustrated. There was no doubt a wet spot between your legs and the friction of your thighs clenching together brought a temporary satisfaction. You would admit that you touched yourself often when you needed to just to let loose and unwind, but that frustration wasn’t anywhere near how you felt now. 

You scoff bitterly to yourself. To think you endured hellish training to become a slayer just for sexual frustration to be your downfall.

“Let’s go.” Sanemi nods, head heavy. “We need to get our stuff from the room.”

Standing is difficult for Sanemi. His clothing is tight and there’s an obvious bulge in his uniform pants. He allows you to lead the way, his sane mind screaming to not stare at the way your ass moves, but he doesn’t care. He was a man, after all, a man drugged by a demon. He wants to laugh at the circumstances.

The woman is nowhere to be found when you pass the front end of the inn. You assumed she was nothing but a pawn for the demon and was left alive as long as she offered her humans to consume.

Entering the bedroom, you close the shoji doors behind you and Sanemi.

“I hope everyone else is alright.” you murmur to yourself, leaning against the door. “We should probably be heading out-” You stop speaking once you realize Sanemi’s hands are clenching his hair tightly. His chest is rising and falling and he appears to be in pain.

“Nemi-” you reach out to touch him, but Sanmi harshly pushes you away. Your eyes widen at the sudden action. “I-I…are you in pain? I-”

“Leave, Y/N.” Sanemi’s gruff voice startles you. “Go to Kocho and take the slayers with you.”

“I can’t leave you here.” you say. You’re ashamed that his voice turns you on. You hold the edge of your uniform skirt. “You’re in pain-”

“You know I’m not in pain!” Sanemi hisses. His tone would have anyone else cowering, but here you stood with wide (heart) eyes and clenching thighs. “You know what you’re doing to me, Y/N.”

You gulp at his words.

“I’m trying my hardest not to fuck you against the wall.” Sanemi stares at your face. “Leave. Now.”

Sanemi turns away from you and you’re shocked by his choice of words. You’re certain the demon art is affecting him just as much as it’s affecting you. 

But…there it was. The sensation pooling between your legs - the heartbeat taunting you. His words made you wet, you note. It was a warning - don’t come closer, don’t keep trying to help; run away before he’d do something that he wouldn’t do normally. It’s a sort of adrenaline rush to be playing with fire.

“I can help you.” you gulp. You decide to step closer to him and wrap your hands onto his bicep. “I want-”

Sanemi’s fast in his action, gripping your jaw to press a firm kiss upon your lips. He’s holding back, you know, not wishing to hurt you. He knows you haven’t done this before and the sane part of him wants to stop - to not take you while he cannot control himself. “You need to leave, Y/N.” Sanemi’s pleading with you now. He didn’t want to have your first time like this. He’s trembling, all ounce of strength fighting animalistic urges. He almost feels nauseous, mind flashing in all the ways he could take you right now - how vulnerable you’d be beneath him and how good you’d look stuffed with his seed.

Sanemi shakes his head aggressively, wanting to get rid of the perverted thoughts of you, but he cannot. It’s humiliating to think that these thoughts were there before, but with the demon art, it’s completely unbearable. 

You were always the stubborn one, never heeding warning. You raise a hand to place it upon his yukuta. You clench it to pull him forward to press your lips upon his once more. Sanemi’s breathing intensifies in the kiss and still, there’s a little part in him that’s holding back the urges to completely demolish you like the demon art (and him, as well) desired. 

“Let me help you, Nemi. It doesn’t matter how long it takes!” you’re pleading with him now, heavily panting when you release his lips for oxygen. You’re also affected by the demon art, even if your own desires were buried deep. “You’d help me so much. I can do the same.” The sound of your begs drive Sanemi wild, his mind refusing to stop sending the illusions of you in different, perverted positions until he acts upon them.

Sanemi’s hands reach out to touch you, bringing you closer to him. You’re against his chest and when his hands sneak out to touch the curves of your body, he knows he won’t be able to stop. 

Stop - Sanemi tells himself.

You'll regret this.

He’d regret this.

He’s taking advantage of your vulnerable state - this isn’t you, this is the demon art.

You want this - another part of his brain denies the sane part of him. There’s an internal dialogue happening right in his mind.

He wanted this. He’d always wanted this.

He wanted to be deep inside of you - so deep that there wasn’t a way you couldn’t not be impregnated.

You’d be his and his alone - you’d give him the family he desired.

“Nemi, please…”

Sanemi doesn’t hold back any longer, fully succumbing to the demon art that’s blinding his best judgment. Your back slams against the futon, sending shocks all over your body, but you aren’t upset at Sanemi’s sudden change in demeanor. His hands are ripping at your uniform, not caring about any damage it causes. He shudders when his hands finally manage to touch you. The countless times he would touch himself to any little amount of skin you showed him - and now you were nearly nude before him.

Sanemi never wanted to thank a demon before in his life.

You’re moaning when Sanemi’s lips kiss along your neck, tongue trailing along as he does so. His hands are groping your breast, the bandages binding them are ripped apart in seconds and they spring free.

Sanemi’s face is between your breasts in seconds, kissing sloppily. You’re so beautiful. He wanted to admire your beauty as much as he could - there was no going back now and who knows what would happen when the demon art wore off. But Sanemi couldn’t slow his pace now, you made him delirious.

Your body jerks when you feel a warm, wet sensation on your nipples. Sanemi’s tongue suckles on your left while his thumb tugs on the right. It causes you to moan louder, the feeling foreign and you never wanted it to end. 

It wasn’t soon until Sanemi had you fully naked before him. He’s in awe, truly, eyes completely blown out. It’s unclear to him how he could still manage to hold back completely being barbaric when it comes to the sight of you, but maybe it’s the respect he held dear to his heart for you.

Sanemi’s lips kiss down your breast, to your stomach down to your abdomen. He pushes your legs apart and swallows when he catches sight just how wet you were.

You squirm under Sanemi’s gaze, unsure what he was doing. You go to close your legs but Sanemi only pushes them apart further.

“N-Nemi!” you gasp once you feel his tongue flat against your clit. It’s a weird feeling of euphoria that has your eyes rolling. “S-stop!” you’re struggling against Sanemi’s tongue, doing everything in your power to get him to stop. “I can’t take anymore, Nemi…”

Sanemi doesn’t care about your babblings. Your taste intoxicates him just like your scent does. Your moans are so sweet, like his favorite tune playing again and again in his ears. His fingernails dig into the skin of your thigh and he’s bobbing his head back and forth over and over again until you’re sobbing.

Sanemi lifts his head from your swollen clit and licks his lips. He’s hovering above your twitching form and even now as you’re overstimulated with pleasure and sobbing, he cannot bring himself to stop. 

“Nemi…”

Sanemi presses three fingers against your clit, rubbing tauntingly. “You can take it.” he encourages. After all, if you cannot handle his tongue and fingers, how’d you ever handle his cock?

Sanemi rubs a few more times before his fingers inch inside of you. His lips are kissing along your face, kissing along at the tears of pleasure. 

You’re tight and it excites Sanemi. Knowing that he would be the one to deflower you - be the first (and preferably only) man you’d been with. It causes goosebumps to litter his skin.

The feeling of Sanemi’s fingers inside of you hurts - you’ve never done so before. He isn’t going slow either to allow you to adjust, he’s pumping with such force that it compels you into pleasure. 

“I feel weird, Nemi…” you’re panting, feeling the bubbling feeling deep in your stomach. “Stop, I-I don’t wanna cum like this.” your hand wraps around his wrist to stop him - even if Sanemi refuses. “I wanna feel you around me when I do.”

Sanemi’s cock twitches at your words, but he wastes no time.

With hooded eyes, you watch as Sanemi undresses. You hadn’t realized just how clothed he was while you laid completely bare. 

Sanemi’s body was beautiful, chiseled muscles sculpting his entire body. You flush at the sight of his completely nude body - cock erect. Your legs twitch with nervousness..

Sanemi hovers above you. There’s a flash in his eyes - you notice. His forehead is pressed against yours and for a moment his eyes are soft, no longer harboring the feral reaction.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” he murmurs to you. It’s the voice that belonged to Sanemi - not the one under the demon art, but the man that you trained alongside for a year.

You didn’t have the chance to respond. Sanemi is entering you now and your hands go to clench his biceps harshly. It doesn’t hurt him, of course, but the pressure for you is nearly unbearable. Your legs wrap around him tight, hoping he wouldn’t move too soon.

You inhale deeply, trembling with the newfound pain. Sanemi is big - but any cock would be for you. You just hoped Sanemi wasn’t far too gone in the demon’s spell and wouldn’t hurt you too much.

Sanemi’s patience was slowly breaking. He found himself grinding into her for any sort of friction or pleasure. There’s only so much a man like him could take, his mind kept replaying the countless ways he could take you right now and he was truly fighting an internal battle. 

Sanemi thrusted out of you fully to thrust back in. You released a surprised wail, eyes shutting tight. Your fingernails would be another scar left upon his skin.

“I can’t take it.” you cry out, walls completely sore by taking his cock in you fully. The pressure was unbearable and by the looks of the man, he appeared utterly insatiable. 

“You can.” Sanemi’s voice is so raspy and deep that you were positive he was far gone. He continues to thrust deep inside of you that your back hits the futon with each thrust. He’s strong - far stronger than you’d ever hope to be - and getting him to stop was going to be difficult.

You felt the hot tears pool down your cheeks. You were being stretched out far too much for you to keep your composure. You were clenching around him so heavenly that he never wanted to stop - never wanted to be out of you; without you.

“Nemi, please…”

Sanemi’s hips buckled and he halts his movements. 

Keep going - the voice in his mind tells him.

But it’s your sadden pleas that has his sanity coming back - just for a moment. He witnesses your tears falling and his heart aches - was he the one making you cry?

Sanemi goes to pull himself out, but you stop him. You wrap your arms around him and bring him closer to you. His chest is against yours while your lips lined up against his ears. You’re panting, attempting to catch your breath and adjust to his size. 

Sanemi’s arms wrap around your body, the intimate moment was one he wished he could remain in forever; never wishing to let you go. 

“Nemi?”

You clench around him and Sanemi hums a response. You loosen your hold onto him, a signal that you wanted him to continue. 

Sanemi grinds inside of you, his hold on you only growing tighter. He’s deep, never wishing to be anywhere else but inside of you. He picks up his pace, noticing how your cries were becoming moans. 

This is what sex felt like. The pain was slowly subsiding and the pleasure was taking over. You can hear the way your pussy sounds against his pumping cock - wet and inviting, satiating his hunger for you. 

Sanemi releases his hold on you to lean back. His eyes are hooded as he watches the way your breast bounces. He picks up the pace, cock sliding in and out of you - rougher, deeper, faster.

So beautiful, Sanemi thinks. So beautiful and his - all his. The dark thoughts were coming back with each passing second and his sanity was losing to the demonic spell. 

You yourself felt whatever sanity you had left was now leaving. You no longer cared if Sanemi was hurting you or not - what you did know was that now you felt good; so good. His cock pumps inside of you at an alarming pace that would even be considered pleasurable if you weren’t receiving it. 

Sanemi’s hands grip your breast so tightly that he's sure they would leave marks. His eyes fixated on the bulge of your stomach, mind racing with the thought of you round and pregnant with his child. He allows one hand to leave your breast to cup your stomach, rubbing lightly as he fucks you.

“I can’t wait to fuck a baby in you.”

Sanemi’s words would cause you to gasp if you weren’t caught in the moment. Your mind was fucked out with how good he’s fucking you that a baby didn’t seem bad - how the two of you forgotten about the world full of demons and the mission you were currently on.

“Get you nice and pregnant. I’ll take care of you.” He’s now hitting your g-spot as he speaks, eyes completely blown out with pleasure. Your knees are touching your shoulders and you’re positive you’ve never been this flexible before. “I’ll take care of all of our kids.”

You’re crying beneath him, pleasure overwhelming. Your sobs don’t go unnoticed, but he doesn’t care. He’ll fuck you until he was done - fuck you until he was sure you were pregnat with the child he was promising you.

“I want them to look just like you. So perfect.” Sanemi moans at the thought of you full of cum, round with his child.

You’re cumming, writhing beneath him. You’re soaking the futon beneath the two of you, but neither of you care. Sanemi was on a mission - a rampage. Nothing was going to stop him from achieving his perverted dreams.

Sanemi cums deep inside of you, twitching as he does so. He’s panting while sweat pools off of his skin and onto yours.

Sanemi wants more.

He flips you over, face burning into the futon. He enters you like an animal, continuing the brutal pace. He’s fucking into you deeper, your screams echoing off the room walls. If anyone was inside the inn, neither of you cared. He almost wished someone was listening so they could hear how good he was fucking you.

You’re drooling. You could no longer focus on anything but the cock inside of you - and even then you wanted more. Was this what heaven felt like? Paradise? To be stuff so good but the man you adored that you never wanted it to end?

How could you go back to pleasuring yourself when Sanemi knew how to do it so wonderfully?

Sanemi filled you again - three more times before he changed the position. He brought you on top of him and fucked into you, not allowing you any control. The stamina of a Hashira was amazing. He fucked you like a ragdoll, but you had no complaints.

His fucking dragged on majority of the night - against the wall, in his arms, on your back, on your side - every position he deemed fuckable, he had you in.He would hiss such dirty worlds in your ears that you’d convulse into a cumming mess for him.

One things for certain - neither of you wanted this night to end.

Your legs ached, as did the entirety of your body. 

You stirred away, the sun from the open window blinding your eyes.

You push yourself up from the futon, the blanket you were wrapped in falling to expose your naked figure.

You were sore and one look at your appearance has your mind fluttering with memories.

“Nemi…?” you call out to nothing. You were alone in the room the two of you shared the night prior. You scanned the area to find no trace of him - not even his belongings.

Your legs tremble as you stand to your feet. You take nearly 10 minutes to get dressed, but you cannot be blamed. Your body is covered with bruises and marks that hiding it with Sanemi’s gifted haori was difficult, but manageable. 

You make your way out of the room, belongings in hand. You walk past the innkeeper who doesn’t say a word - a different woman from the first two you met the day prior. 

“CAW!”

Hiyori flies above you just as you exit the inn. If you had to guess, it was an hour before noon.

“Y/L Y/N is to report to the Butterfly Mansion for treatment! Y/L Y/N and others to the Butterfly Mansion!”

“Hiyori.” you call the crow, holding out your arm. “Where’s Sanemi?”

“Shinazugawa-sama has left on his own in the morning!”

Left.

Sanemi had left you here?

Alone?

“Y/N!”

It’s Sumire and Roshi, returning back to you appearing slightly disheveled. 

“W-What-”

“Don’t ask.” Sumire’s flushing bright red.

“Please.” Rochi murmurs and you notice none of them can look the other in the eye.

Your mind connects the dots.

You and Sanemi were not the only two subjected to the demon’s spell.

“Did you see Sanemi leave?” you ask the two slayers.

“Yes. Shinazugawa-sama took the others and left. We were told to wait for you.” Sumire exclaims. “Didn’t say much but to wait until you were up to head to the Butterfly Mansion.”

You nod your head. You swallow, heart aching with the realization that Sanemi had left you.

Had Sanemi regretted the night with you? Had he woke up disgusted with your actions that he didn’t even wish to look at you?

No.

Sanemi wasn’t like this. He didn’t run from his issues. He had to go to the Butterfly Mansion with the other slayers. You wouldn’t think too much into it.

But it was hard not to think too much into it, you think. The entire journey to the Butterfly Mansion had left you completely distracted by memories of the previous night and the nervousness of having to face the Wind Hashira once more. 

The Butterfly Mansion was hectic, nurses scurrying around to help while Kakushi lined up to do the same. You almost felt out of place coming here. You didn’t even have any scars from the attack with the demon and it appears Sumire and Roshi were alright, as well, only a bit awkward.

“Are you two alright?” you turn to the two slayers who nod, avoiding contact with the other. “The mission wasn’t as deadly as we expected. The Lower Moon-”

“Lower Moon?!” Roshi and Sumire gasp in unison with wide eyes. “There was a lower moon there?” Sumire questions. 

“We fought off a few demons but they weren’t strong. They might have been only a few years turned.”

You nod your head. “Yes.” you look between the two of them. “Her demon art was…powerful. Are you sure the two of you are alright?”

You see flashes in your mind of you and Sanemi together the entirety of the night.

“Yes.” Roshi’s cheeks are dusty red.

“Yea.” Sumire responds, as well. 

You nod your head and offer the two of them a soft smile. “Okay. Good job on the mission.” you tell them. “Please rest.”

Your eyes watch Sumire and Hoshi scurry away and you release an exhausted sigh. 

“Y/N?”

Your head snaps to the sound of your name. You bow to Shinobu who does the same. 

“Are you alright? I heard your mission was successful by Shinazugawa.”

You nod your head. “Yes. I returned just now.” you wondered what else Sanemi had told her. “It’s hectic here.”

“Indeed it is. Uzui has returned with Tanjiro, Inosuke and Zenitsu. An Upper Moon was defeated.”

Your eyes widen. “An Upper Moon? Are they safe?” you returned seemingly fine after your battle - if you can even call it that, the demon appeared far too weak to be considered a part of the 12 Kizuki. You couldn’t imagine fighting an Upper Moon.

“Recovering. They’re all fallen into coma’s but we’re positive they will recover.”

A sigh of relief comes from your lips. “Uzui-san? Is he here?”

“Was. He left hours before you returned. He has retired as a Hashira.”

You were sure your eyes were going to pop out their socket one of these days. The sudden information was hitting you at each possible angle. 

“I know you’ve grown attached to the younger slayers. Maybe you can come visit them once everything settles down.” Shinobu offers a smile. “Uzui is at his estate with his wives as if he didn’t lose an eye or hand. I’m sure he’d be happy to see you.”

“Huh?!” your hands clench at - yet again - another sudden information. Uzui was a Hashira, so tall and muscular and extremely skilled. 

“Uzui is fine, truly. Rambling on about appearing even more flashy with an eyepatch.” Shinobu giggles slightly. “How are you, Y/N? Shinazugawa was here earlier but nothing appeared to be wrong with him or the others. I assume the same goes for you?”

You swallow and nod.

“Good.” Shinobu scans your appearance. You had the white haori that once belonged to Sanemi wrapped tightly around your frame. You showed no skin - which wasn’t exactly alarming, but you also never appeared so awkwardly nervous. 

Shinobu’s eyes are beautiful, so large and deep purple. Now, however, they seemed to be looking into your soul, searching for your deepest and darkest secrets.

“I should be going now, Shinobu-san.” you bow. 

“Don’t be a stranger, Y/N.” she offers a curt wave. “I love the new glow you have to you.” that tone in her voice - you feel hot with embarrassment. She was teasing you.

“CAW!”

You haven’t been outside for more than five minutes before Hiyori returns. 

“Oyakata-sama has sent for you!”

“Ah.” you sigh deeply. “I suppose I can see what Oyakata-sama needs.”

You made your journey towards the Ubuyashiki Estate, Hiyori soaring above you. It doesn’t take long and upon entering you note that Oyakata has already been waiting for your appearance.

You bow in front of him. “Oyakata-sama. I have arrived.”

Kagaya offers a curt smile. “Y/L Y/N. It is nice to be in your presence once more.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Oyakata-sama.” 

You lift your head, knees remaining on the ground. 

“Congratulations on returning from your mission safely. You have defeated a Lower Moon.” Kagaya praises.

Your heart feels full to be praised. 

“Thank you, Oyakata-sama. But please, it was nothing. Uzui-san and the others are the true remarkable ones.” You still cannot fathom coming in the presence of such a remarkably strong demon. 

“You also deserve praise, Y/N.” Kagaya says. “You managed to defeat a Lower Moon. There’s many slayers who did not have the same fate.”

You nod to yourself. You suppose he was right.

“You would make an exceptional Wind Hashira if the title was not already occupied.” Kagaya compliments once more. “I am content that you, my child, are a part of the Corps.”

“Thank you, Oyakata-sama.” you say, standing to your feet. 

“Thank you, Y/N.” Kagaya said, but before  you could speak, he continued. “Sanemi has transformed for the better. I assume that it is your doing.”

You swallow at the sound of Sanemi’s name. You had yet to see him  and speak about what has happened during the mission.

“I cannot take responsibility for Shinazugawa-san’s credibility. He was always an amazing Hashira before me!”

Kagaya chuckles to himself lowly. “Indeed he was, my child. But behind every great man, there’s a partner. A woman like yourself.” Kagaya lightly pets the crow that sits beside him. His head remains straight forward, body unmoving. “Give yourself more grace, Y/N. You are free to go as you please. Thank you for speaking with me.”

“Y-Yes.” you inhale a response, bowing before turning away. “Thank you, Oyakata-sama.”

The master's words replay in your head as you make your way to Sanemi’s estate. You deserve praise, he said. You changed Sanemi for the better. Did you, though? Sanemi always appeared amazing to you - at any and everything he did. Sure he had a temper but it was never towards you. Maybe Sanemi had taken the swear the two of you made seriously.

Entering the mansion, you note just how quiet it was inside. Where was Sanemi? You knew he returned earlier in the day.

You decided to not dwell on it and bathe. You hadn’t had the chance to upon waking up, only a light wash up. Witnessing the bruises and bites littering your skin causes you to flush at the memory of you and Sanemi together.

Hours had passed since you bathed and since then you had managed to cook dinner for the two of you - Sanemi’s dish had sat cold. You pondered where he could possibly be - surely Oyakata-sama didn’t send him on another mission.

You began to feel as if Sanemi was purposely avoiding you. As days dragged on, you had yet to see him. You continued your training alone, not witnessing any sight of him. You would eat alone without him, always setting a plate down for him that he would eat whenever he did return while you were gone.

It was only when the second week dragged on did Sanemi return, though barely. You caught a glimpse of him entering the bathroom just as you finished dinner. You waited for him to enter, and when he finally had you were left disappointed. He didn’t spare you a glance, entering his bedroom and not exiting.

Weeksn dragged on and you noticed that you and Sanemi no longer attended missions together. Hiyori would come and deliver your own solo missions and you’d go - not having someone besides you had your heart yearning for company. 

While Sanemi obviously ignored you, you would often visit Uzui and his wives. You’d relax at the onsen with them while not on missions, often eating dinner. Uzui was not a fool to notice the look in your eyes - you were attempting to get your mind off of a certain white haired bastard.

You visited Inosuke and Zenitsu, offering them sweets while they trained and waited for Tanjiro to wake. You remained cooking for Shinra, Genya and Muichiro when the three were free, Sanemi’s place at the table untouched.

There was a shift that everyone noticed. Sanemi’s attitude was going back to what it once was - abrasive and rash. The slayers had to tiptoe around him once more, not having you around as their savior. 

The Hashira has since taken note that there was something wrong with you and Sanemi. Shinobu had seen more of the Wind hashira at the Butterfly Estate to heal petty wounds that he'd usually got to you for - when she asked why he was there, he had snapped at her and stated that it was “her job” to do so.

Obanai and Sanemi train together often, now more than ever. He would visit the Serpent estate to train just so he didn’t have to be home - Iguro never questioned him.

Muichiro is air headed and often stuck in his own mind when he wasn’t out on missions. But he recognizes a shift in your behavior. Your eyes are sadder than he remembers them and all he can think to do is do the things he liked to do - with you. He’d watch the clouds with you, not speaking unless you did. He would make origami with you, claiming that yours were trash - it caused you to laugh at his insensitive truth - and would end up gifting you one of his origami pieces.

Mitsuri’s would often feed you, claiming that whenever she was down, she desired to eat delicious foods. She didn’t want to ask anything of you and Sanemi’s relationship, but she just hoped that whatever did happen that it would end soon. 

You were grateful for everyone's attempts in changing your mood and it would be selfish to say that it didn’t work. However, as the second month kicks, you realize just how foolish you feel. Your head has been far too into Sanemi and why he was ignoring you (and your own separate missions) that you ignored your own overall health. 

“Y/N.”

Shinobu tilts her head at you, curiosity in her eyes. Her face turns to a look of concern.

“Pregnant.” you repeat her words.

 Could you even be surprised? You were in the second month since the mission in Shinjuku. The last thing on your mind upon returning was a contraceptive and even when you woke up feeling less than yourself, you still couldn’t accept that you were with child.

“You must think I’m so stupid.” you laugh humorlessly at Shinobu, insect-like eyes watching your every move.

“Of course not!” Shinobu denies. “Why would you think such a thing?”

You inhale deeply. You thought as much because it was what you were feeling. Stupid - pregnant by Sanemi and it appeared now that he wanted nothing to do with you. Stupid for getting pregnant when your occupation was killing demons.

“Y/N. Are things with you and Shinazugawa…good?” Shinobu doesn’t want to pry, but now you were with child and appeared disgusted, concerned and frightened all at once.

You swallow, throat tightening. “Yes.” you murmur, an obvious lie. Everyone has noticed the shift in the relationship between the two of you and now Shinobu has an idea as to why.

“I assume Shinazugawa doesn’t know.” Shinobu states. “Y/N…there’s ways we can go about this now. If you aren’t ready I can assure you it will be painless.”

You blink at Shinobu’s words. You haven’t thought about a moment like this happening - not even the moment between you and Sanemi. When you arrived from the mission, you desired to see him and talk about whatever relationship the two of you had. But Sanemi turned cold, ignoring your presence all together and waving you off whenever you attempted to.

“If you do wish to keep the child, I will inform Oyakata-sama of the predicament and get you off from your missions. Since you’re early in the pregnancy, I’m sure you won’t have to-”

“I want to terminate.” you interrupt Shinobu. The Insect Hashira tries not to appear shocked by your words. She would never judge you for whatever decision you chose. 

You watch Shinobu nod her head. You couldn’t imagine bringing a child into the world now - not while you were a part of the Corps. It also wouldn’t be fair to Sanemi. You lived in his house, after all. He had made his decision when it came to whatever relationship you had and you were now making yours.

It’s nightfall when you return back to Sanemi’s estate and you’re surprised to see him at the table eating and Sanemi appears to be just as surprised to see you. Upon returning home from his rounds, he assumed you were in bed for the night - but he was proven wrong when you strolled through the shoji doors.

Lilac eyes meet yours and Sanemi notes that there’s something wrong with you. He remains silent, as do you. His heart continues to jolt in your presence, hands yearning to touch your soft skin again. 

“Shinazugawa.” you murmur your acknowledgment to him. 

Shinazugawa.

You never called him that, Sanemi things. But he doesn’t have the right to feel away about it.

“Thank you for allowing me to stay here.” you begin. Sanemi drops his chopsticks, attention fully on you. “I’m grateful to have been trained by you.”

Where were you going with this?

“I’ll be taking my leave.”

You turn away from him, Sanemi watching your figure saunter down the hall. He hears your shoji doors open but not close. There’s shuffling in your room and now he decides to get up to see what you were doing.

“Where are you going?” Sanemi’s heart is pounding now at the sight of you holding a bag with your belongings. It’s the first time he spoke to you directly.

“I’ve…decided to leave.”

Sanemi glances away. “Where are you going?”

You shift in your stance. “I’ve spoken to Oyakata-sama. I have a few missions lined up before I leave the Corps.”

Sanemi’s head snaps to you. He’s checking your face for any sign of deceit. He doesn’t find any - instead your eyes are lined with moisture. Your throat is bobbing as if attempting to not cry at the words you’re speaking.

“I’m sorry that I’ve become a burden.”

Reach out to her - Sanemi things.

Hold her.

Tell her she was never a burden.

Sanemi remains silent.

You stroll past him, your familiar scent passing him.

“You don’t have to leave.” Sanemi calls just as you’re a foot out the door. 

You don’t want to leave.

Sanemi doesn’t want you to leave.

Apologize to her.

Tell her how you feel.

Tell her you love her.

Sanemi’s mind races with his own thoughts that he doesn’t realize you’re already leaving.

“Y/N-”  Sanemi follows behind you, pace picking up to reach you. “Where are you going now? After you leave the Corps?”

You feel Sanemi’s hand around your wrist to stop you from walking. 

“Back home.” you respond, unable to look at him. You made your decision to leave and going against that wouldn’t be the correct decision for you.

Sanemi gulps. He releases his hand from your wrist.

“I hope you don’t feel as if it was a waste of time training me. I wasn’t a part of the Corps for long.” 

You were never a waste of his time, Sanemi wants to say, but his mind is racing and his heart is longing for you. 

Why were you going back home to your father? The same man that sold you to someone - that abused you for years on end?

“Thank you, Sanemi. For everything. I must be going.”

Tell her to stay.

Tell her she doesn’t have to leave here - leave you.

Tell her you love her- that you pushed her away because you were disgusted with yourself.

Tell her how horrible you felt that you took advantage of her innocence.

Sanemi doesn’t say anything and instead watches until your figure disappears. For the first time in years, he feels like he could shed tears at the loss of someone he loved.

Final Part

[fishyishy]

A3! Translation - Ikaruga Misumi SSR 【Heart Deliverer】 「Triangle Letter Set」 (1/3)

Misumi: Today's night breeze is cooling isn't it~.

Cat: Meow meow~.

Misumi: Ee, who came back?

Misumi: .....That's right, it's Sakyo~! Looks like he got home late today.

Cat: Mrrrooow......

Misumi: Cat-san, you look sleepy already~. Should we get going home now?

Cat: Meoww~.

Misumi: Yup, see you later! Night night.

Misumi: (That's right. Before I go back to my room, I need to tell Sakyo welcome home!)

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Misumi: Sakyo, welcome home!

Sakyo: Ikaruga, huh. At this hour, I'm surprised you even noticed I was back.

Misumi: I was just chatting with Cat-san on the roof, and then they told me that Sakyo had come back home, just like that!

Sakyo: I see, so that's what happened.

Misumi: You came back late today. Were you busy at work~?

Sakyo: No, it's just that the other day, my group set up a takoyaki stand at a certain Tanabata festival. Because of that, we were just having drinks at the after-party.

Sakyo: I did help out, but I initially declined their invitation saying the party wasn't worth attending.

Misumi: But you still went anyways!

Sakyo: These youngin's don't want to listen to me whenever I say I don't want to drink with them sometimes. For god's sake, I only helped out with a few takoyaki.....

Misumi: You say it was only a few, but I feel like every summer, Sakyo's always making takoyaki at various summer festivals~

Sakyo: Well, I can't deny it but.....

MIsumi: (Summer festivals huh~. Come to think of it, I had a lot of fun going to a festival with Madoka the other day)

Misumi: (I wonder when another festival will be held this year? I'll make sure to look it up later)

Sakyo: Well then, I'll be heading back up to my rom. You, don't stay up to late either.

Misumi: Yeee~s, night night!

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Kazunari: Yoohoo, Kumopi! Where's Sumi?

Kumon: Welcome in, Kazu-san! Sumi-san has the day off from his part-time job today!

Misumi: What's up~?

Kazunari: I found a super cool triangle, so I thought I should show it to you, Sumi!

Misumi: Eeeeh, a nice triangle!? I want to know more about it~!

Kumon: Me too-!

Kazunari: Look, this letter set is being sold on this online store! It makes an amazeballs triangle, right?

Misumi: Uwaaa, a triangular envelope!

Kazunari: This is a special letter set made by an individual designer. I just happened to come across its sale.

Misumi: Thank you for letting me know! I'll buy it right away~.

Misumi: ........Ehhhh, no way. Did it sell out some how?

Kumon: Ehhh!? No way, but it was for sale just a minute ago.....!

Kumon: It's okay, even if it sells out, if you wait a little, it'll be restocked in no time!

Kazunari: Hmmmm..... It's an individual artist, so it's hard to say that for sure. I could try and make a commission though....

Misumi: It was such a very beautiful triangle.......what a shame.....

Kumon: Kazu-san, is there anywhere else that sells triangular envelopes like the ones we just saw?

Kazunari: There might be, but why don't we just make our own triangular envelopes!?

Kazunari: Envelopes should be pretty easy to make, I think we just need paper, scissors, and glue!

Kumon: You're right, it seems like fun to be able to make our own envelopes! How about it, Sumi-san?

Misumi: I want to make triangular envelopes~!

Kazunari: Well then, let's meet up in the lounge later! I'll bring the materials with me.

Kazunari: Let's all try making our own original envelopes!

Kumon & Misumi: Yuuup!

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I next

[tanjir0se]

Love Me Mercilessly--Ch. 4

IT'S SANEGIYUU SATURDAY BABES!!! NEW CHAP UP GO READ IT NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW!!!

The men only laughed harder when Genya began to cry. Finally their father stood, leaving his empty sake glass, and came to a stop in front of him. Sanemi craned his neck up to see him, narrowing his eyes and setting his jaw. 

“Get that little brat out of here.” His father said. 

“I’m not leaving without you.” Sanemi argued. He thought of his mother, dutifully waiting with Sumi at home, the bags beneath her eyes from her many late nights waiting for him to get home. Her round, pregnant belly that seemed to drag her posture down. Genya wailed behind him and he turned once again to try to console him. 

“Then you’ll be here awhile. So shut that kid up!”  

He thought of his mother’s voice. Hold him close, so he knows it’s safe with you. Her voice was more gentle than Sanemi’s could ever be. He would try anyway. “It’s okay, Genya.” He whispered. His father scoffed and returned to the bar as Genya continued crying. Nearly shaking with rage, Sanemi refused to allow his father to sit back down. “At least I’m trying! That’s more than you do!” 

More laughter from the men, more crying from Genya. Sanemi pulled his sling forward to look at him and balance him on his hip instead. 

“Shizu really got to you. Turned you into a little sissy.” His father slurred. He bent toward them and abruptly grabbed the fabric of Genya’s sling, startling the toddler briefly into silence and yanking them both forward. “Shut your mouth! One more sound out of you and there’s gonna be hell to pay, got it?”

[ruiniel]

Remember

Fandom: Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba

Pairing: Kokushibō x fem!Reader/Kokushibō's wife

Count: 2.7K

Rating: 🔞

Chapter Tags & Warnings: Sengoku era flashbacks, Reincarnation, Codependency, References to childbirth but nothing graphic, Obscure childrearing practices, References to marechi blood, POV Second Person, POV Tsugikuni Michikatsu, blood drinking, dub-con elements veering into non-con, you see how this just keeps getting worse

Part I - Part II - Part III - Part V - Part VI - Part VII - Part VIII - Part IX

On AO3

IV.

There’s never been a waver in his step, not quite like this. The breaths he takes are plentiful yet not enough, and the way to the chamber feels like an ever-lengthening corridor, swallowing the destination even as he strides across it. 

He’d heard you, by all the gods he did: on his way to the village, and on his way back during those long hours, the whimpers and low sobs as you tried to keep silent for the sake of bravery more wretched as time passed. 

Incredible, how joy can flourish from hardship. The midwife appears, bows after she closes the sliding wall with small, nervous fingers. “Michikatsu-sama.”

“Sumi, how is she? How are—they?”

“All is well,” the woman says, as calm as only one experienced with this process can be. “I’ve left Yuwa to keep watch over her.”

“... to keep watch? What for?” 

“Yes, Michikatsu-sama, for the seven days after the birth it is good for one to not fall too deeply into sleep, and we must help—”

What? If an exhausted soldier has survived a heavy battle, rest is paramount to regaining their strength. Why would a new, weakened mother be denied this vital need? 

“That makes little sense to me, Sumi.” He tries to be kind, he does: he is grateful for the dutiful care they’ve all displayed towards you and more relieved than he’s been in years. “You should have asked.”

The midwife’s eyes are set on the ground, the quirk to her lip hinting at a differing view; but she keeps her peace, nodding and moving aside to make space. 

His hand has been steadier when gaining access into this room before, true, and what Michikatsu finds as he enters helps little in alleviating the condition.

Yuwa sustains you, propped up against rolled-up quilts, appearing so spent it tears at him. Clutched at your breast like a dragon’s egg is a bundle, a tiny thing he can’t even see properly, partly shielded by the fall of your hair. His mouth opens, then closes. You must not have heard him, your eyes half-closed, a sheen on your skin even after the women washed and changed you. 

“Yuwa… leave us,” Michikatsu says, and at his voice your expression livens, your gaze set on him as he slides the panel closed. A smile brightens your weary face. 

The girl, who also looks tired, furrows her brows and bows low. “My lord? I was assigned by Sumi-sama…”

“No longer.” He shuffles close, unable to keep his eyes off your face, your chest, your–face–the tiny paw-like limb resting against your skin— “I will watch her tonight. You may retire.”

Once alone, Michikatsu nears and carefully drapes himself at your side, caressing your hair, kissing the top of your head. The paw moves, stirring a beat as silent as a butterfly wing.

“He’s…”

“Yours.” 

Michikatsu smiles at the tint of humor in your voice—he probably looks as lost as he feels, then, so he clings to you, worn by this unfamiliar whirlwind of emotion. You shift, making yourself more comfortable against his shoulder.

“I’m here.”

“I know.”

“I’ll be here every night.” His thumb grazes the hand holding your child to your breast. 

Your eyes close, your sigh warm against his neck. “I know.”

You glance briefly at the priest, met with his soft smile. He’s easy to speak to, and despite being skeptical you decided to return and see if he did find any written knowledge on the nature of your abnormal experience. You can’t help but yawn every few minutes, your eyes on the old scroll unfurled on his small desk. Your sleep has been terrible the night before, with vivid dreams of peculiar nature flowing one after the other. You barely remember most of it and woke with the weariness of having run an entire day. Work at the factory left its mark as well, but still, you want to get this over with. 

“A sleepless night?” 

His voice is as warm and soothing as summer rain after a drought. “I’ve been having… intense dreams lately.”

“Oh?” 

He seems genuinely interested, and you want to tell him more—you want to tell him everything, and yet… “It’s nothing, just… gibberish. It’s nothing.”

His striking eyes are on you, their pupils darkly set in the middle of his bright irises. “Either way, I have unfortunately found nothing to fit your description. But,” he raises an elegant finger, sighs, then taps it against his desk. “Nevermind. You would not believe it.”

“... what? After what I’ve seen, I… I admit my views of the possible have been amended, if only a little. I’m willing to hear it, if you would share.”

“I see… well, simply put, Mrs, the notion I am referring to is the existence of other creatures aside from ghosts… people would refer to them as demons.”

He was right. You do have trouble believing this. But well… “That’s indeed not something easy to grasp. I've always treated this, all of this, as folklore.”

“I’ve never heard of an encounter myself, but there are rumors… unexplained deaths and disappearances, people speaking of secret organizations dealing with dangerous things lurking in the night… Oh well,” the priest waves a hand, his reassuring voice a contrast to his words. “It might only be people’s rich imagination. We do have plenty of that, don’t we?”

You smile, rising to your feet. “Thank you for trying.” The disappearances you’d heard of, another reason you avoided traveling at night alone. It had been so ever since—... You shake off the memory. 

“Of course, any time,” he bows. “If anything else happens, you will always find me here.”

You’re grateful, walking with him to the gates outside, where a clear night has settled. After saying your farewells, your tired body announces itself, craving rest. 

There’s no other option but to head out, making a point of reaching your home as fast as possible. 

Maybe you’re overthinking all of this, maybe you simply are exhausted and your mind conjures images like living dreams. You’ve read about such fancies befalling people, but then you remember: the inexplicable need to be close to him, the pressure on your lips that last time you saw… him? It? 

Setting your desk to chop vegetables for dinner, the trail of your thoughts tapers away into mundane worries to the dull repetitive sounds and motions of your cutting knife.

The silence is broken so unexpectedly, your hand slips. “AH!” You stare absently at the thin trickle of blood seeping from the cut on your finger, your hearing caught on the sounds of a… flute?

What’s more, you know that sound. You’ve heard it before, so many times it tugs at your chest. You grab a cloth and press it to the cut as you hurry outside, thinking your hearing might be playing tricks, which says little about your deteriorating state of mind. 

But instead, you see…

“You!”

He’s propped with his shoulder against a pine tree, playing a tune you’ve never heard before and yet feels painfully familiar.

When you speak, he ceases to play, raising his gaze to you—those unnerving eyes of intense red and gold able to see beyond your skin, or so it feels. “Why… why have you appeared?” The priest’s words ring in your mind. 

He rights himself, nearing you silently in a sure glide. He extends a hand and you realize, he’s offering you your flute. 

“You had left it, by the bench, last time. It was still there.”

You press a hand to your mouth, thankfully taking the object from him. His skin feels so cold, impossibly cold. “Well… you… play well.”

He says nothing, watching you with that eerie stillness that sets your nerves on edge. Demon?

“Why are you here again?”

He glances away for a moment. He looks rather dignified, comes the thought. He faces you beneath the yellow, artificial lamplight. Shadows play on his unusual features like living tentacles. “I’d like to speak, if…”

His voice is cut abruptly, as though an invisible hand took him by the throat. His gaze roams all over you as if seeking something, settling on the piece of cloth wrapped around your finger. 

“Speak… to me?” And like having icy water poured down your back you remember how your last meeting ended, and shame warms your face. What had gotten into you, then, anyway? How could anyone have been taken by such thoughts and in relation to him no less? 

He had good reasoning… it was foolish of me. When no other word leaves his mouth, you cross your arms at your chest, tucking your hands around your body.  “Oh, I cut myself. It’s not deep.” But the oddest thing: he won’t react.

“You’re bleeding.”

What a strange concern to insist upon. He looks different, the lashes of those kanji-adorned eyes heavier, as though fallen under a trance. “Is… is something the matter?” 

“... no.” His chest rises, then falls in a deep breath. “I do not have an answer.”

Your confusion has reached such critical levels, you find yourself wanting to shake him. “About what?”

“Your question. Last time.”

You think, replaying the moment…. Why do you keep coming here?

“I see.”

“But…” he pauses again and swallows thickly. “But I can share other truths, and a warning.”

You don’t seem fazed, and he carries on despite the weakness in his knees and the thundering of his own blood in his veins. The moment he felt the scent, he knew it for what it was and now he is fiercely, desperately hungry. 

He ought to—

No.

Flee from you? That happened once before; never again. 

Instead, he takes another step towards you. The craving shivers through him like fissures of desire. Focus, you are stronger; you have been, for a long time. 

“Demons… a reality…” Your voice holds incredulity after he's shared with you the forbidden knowledge, but your features—alarmingly—show curiosity more than any other emotion. 

“You see, the priest was not lying.” Now standing inside, he slowly takes hold of your injured hand, a strange emotion snuffed fast when you let him, so trustingly. He places your palm on his chest, “Am I not real?”

“You feel real,” you murmur. Your hand is warm, heated with your blood.  “You have a pulse, a quickened one.”

Upper Rank One forces himself still, the smell of that rare blood like a shield around you. He loathes it; he wants it. “The priest… is not human.” Doma knows what he's doing, and manipulation is his crown tactic after all. “And neither am I.” 

He expects disbelief to change your face, or at the very least for you to draw back in a burst of human survival instinct. 

You do neither. If anything, you feel closer, weaving with this situation like a moth in spidersilk. A situation he failed to retreat from, reopening a wound he still cannot locate. And that, well, that is infuriating.

No matter. Once he’s finished, your doe-eyed thrill will surely fade.

“You're not human,” you repeat, now studying his features with intense focus: his eyes, the letters engraved in them. The sight might make others flee as it has before, but you seem to take it in stride. You linger on the flame-like mark adorning his jaw, snaking down his throat as your hand feels the fabric of his kimono between curious fingers. 

“I would…” This closeness fuels a need so selfish he must steel himself to speak without a slur to his voice. “... not return to that temple if you value your life at all.” Your body warmth is like a furnace, closer, not close enough. 

You frown. “You mean to say, the charming priest so many people trust and take refuge in... has ill intent?”

He nods. “The beings you call 'demons'… they need flesh and blood to thrive. Human.” His clawed fingers circle your wrist, removing your hand from him. 

“And, you…” 

“I have consumed many across hundreds of years.” The blunt truth is always the best way. Nowadays, he rarely indulges. The potent blood of that man flows through him as if he’d been turned yesterday. But that changes nothing of the past. “Now do you understand…” 

“I do. I try… but somehow, even if I don’t even know your name, I don’t quite believe you’d hurt me.” You pause. “... is something the matter with you…?”

Are you immune to all sense? You must be. You’re staring at him with no fear, your pulse still beating against his palm—he’s not released your wrist, as if drunk on all the wine he could not drink for centuries. 

"Is that what it is?... Is that the reason you’re trembling? Are you hungry?” 

Your question and the awareness in your eyes as you ask it surprises him. And he realizes, that he is indeed not mastering his body as before. “No, I’m…” 

He would never tell you, would he? Giving anyone a tactical advantage against you is always a bad decision, leading to many downfalls. Your rare blood spilling makes him weak, like he could fall into the sun and die singed by its heat, uncaring of all existence, of the mission given to him by the only one stronger than he, the regrets he’s forgotten and the ones he cannot; a hateful state of being, and one he must shed as soon as possible. But, how?

You near him even more, your head tilting to meet his eyes. “Forgive me for being so forward last time.”

He lingers like that, watching the pulse at your throat leaping like butterflies trapped beneath your skin. “There is nothing to forgive.”

“Do you need it? Will you have it, if it helps you?” You’re pointing at a large vein in your forearm. 

What an unbelievable, ludicrous turn. “You would… give of your blood to me? Freely?”

His throat aches, the need to feed stronger than it has ever been in recent memory. The fear he hadn’t sensed in you before is present now, its trembling aura rippling around your spirit. He wishes he could feel sympathy, to retreat, and he knows you’d be dead by his hand if he wished it, and still…

You nod, breathing deeply. “A settling of scores. You saved my life, back then. So, consider it… an offering? All debts are paid.”

“There is no… debt.” What a strange being you are; what a foolish one, he thinks, drawing nearer, his gaze locked on yours. If this were a battle, this faltering balance would cost him.

“There is.” Your voice is tinged with uncertainty. 

“It will hurt.”

You nod as though to say, ‘I accept that’. 

Your face, your damned face… he’s seen these features before, he knows this determination. But the memories jumble and merge with one another, the hundreds of years having churned them until their dust is scattered over his mind with little meaning. You’re close enough to touch, close enough…

In a breath, his hands are iron bands around your wrists; he slams you into his body so strongly you gasp, arms crushing you close, head tilting to inhale the skin at your neck.

“Wh—”

His fangs dig deep, closing on tender flesh.

Your heart rages against his chest; you writhe as he drinks and drinks, the taste of life drowning his reason with brutal, unyielding force. He does not hold back, wants you to know and feel the enormity of what this means. Here… this is what you agreed to… will you be as brave next time?

You might have whimpered, you might have wept. Words barely reach him; weakly, you squirm against him, the pleas to release you smothered by a delectable rush infusing every cell in his body. If anything, it spikes the thrill. 

“A moment longer... Hisa… a moment…”

A name, foreign yet known to him. He finally ends his feeding as the tension in your limbs eases, blood-stained lips gliding along your jaw, the grip on you slackening; when he feels your body softening against him he lifts you in his arms, turning to gaze around your household. 

You’ve fallen unconscious, eyes closed, your head lolling to one side. “I warned you it would hurt,” he murmurs, kneeling and laying you on the futon in what looks like the sleeping chamber. 

The taste of your blood is sweet on his lips, searing down his throat and lapping like languid flames at his insides. 

The blood… then, this is the reason. The reason why he kept returning here, rather than retreating alone anywhere he deemed. Why do threads of confusion cut him when he looks at you now, lying there motionless, your breaths heavy?

No, no ... That is not the reason. He should drink you dry and end this wallowing. He’s always known or predicted all the variables in a situation to tilt things in his favor, except for now.

You groan softly as he stares into nothing, and that stirs an uncomfortable urge to remain by your side. The demon reaches, smoothing strands of hair away from your wet forehead. He should drink you dry, yes. But he won’t, and neither will anyone else.

Part V

[duskterrace]

[ sumi ] ✉️🌿🍒🥀

✉️ : LETTERS TO SANTA

TO YOU,

I’ll be honest ( since I don't have any other choice ). I missed you. I missed your warmth. Your laugh. The way you’d squeeze whenever we hugged. The way my name dripped from your supple lips. I missed the late night texts. I missed sneaking around. I missed..those impromptu outings that strictly weren’t dates. And the way we’d sneak into empty classrooms together. Losing you has probably been one of the most confusing losses I’ve had to come to terms with to date. It was so abrupt, what we had, that I found myself grieving something that could’ve been instead of what once was.   It’s weird because I didn’t have feelings for you but I feel like I could’ve. I feel like just a month or two longer and I would’ve slipped and fucked up the agreement. And honestly, a part of me is glad you ghosted when you did. I can't help but imagine how much of a wreck I would have been if we went any further. How broken your absence would’ve left me. It’s been months but I continue to grieve the loss of a person who I still see everyday and that in itself is surreal. Because you aren’t gone. You’re within an arm's reach in the hallways, or a phone call away but… I can't bear to be the one to reach out. I can't bear to look that desperate. My pride could never allow it. But I want to mention, at least once that… just because I lost you as a trusted confidant, doesn’t mean you gained me as an enemy and I hope you know this. I’m still in your corner, sooms. Despite it all? I hope you still eat regularly, even if it’s not at my table. I hope you find happiness and success, just not at the expense of my own. I hope you get the closure you need. More closure than you’ve given me. Which… isn’t much. Or anything at all.  I hope for all the good things in life to happen to you. I do. I, uh… don’t blame you either. Not like I’m told I should. I think that’s because I’m incapable of seeing you as a person who used me. I can only see you as the girl with unexpected insecurities. The girl who wanted to turn the lights off every time. The girl who secretly enjoyed a passionate kiss or two after. The girl who pretended she hated the corny jokes. Actually—  I think it's because I still blame myself for you leaving. I keep telling myself that I must’ve done something wrong. I must’ve said something to you when we last met that didn’t sit well with you. That it was my fault for not noticing. That I should’ve checked on you after the last break ended. I’m sorry I didn’t by the way. I hope there’s no hard feelings. You are no longer in my life, and I no longer have the urge to reach out like I did a month ago. But the universe makes sure I’m aware that I can’t just cut you out of my life as easily as you did me. Things still remind me of you, honestly. I always search the area around me when I smell your perfume in public. I think about you on your birthday. When I’m shopping, I still reach out for small items you mentioned liking. It’s so easy for you to cross my mind, even after all this time. But for my sake, I hope you stop soon. Please.

Hesitate to reach out, Jinsol.

P.S — I saw you at the gala with some guy. I can't tell if you guys are together or not, or if he’s the reason my days are so much colder, but I hope he’s good to you. You seem so happy.

🍒 : LAST TEXT

( ✉️ )   SMS    →   SOOMS

read  / 08:23 am ✓✓ › woah? › I get that we agreed on no strings attached and secrecy but ouch sooms, what was that just now? › y’know you could’ve waved back at least,  i doubt people would look into it that much.

read / 17:10 pm ✓✓ › cool, so you’re just gonna ignore me? no reply or anything? › are you mad? › wait, did I forget something again? ᄒᄒᄒ

read / 21:47 am ✓✓ › wow, left on read again. › noted but could you at least tell me what I did? please?

delivered / 23:55 am ✓ › cool, fuck it ig. whatever.

🥀 : 3AM DRUNK TEXT

( ✉️ )   SMS    →   SUMI

delivered / 03:25 am ✓ › tis made me think ofv you ( insert tiktok link ) [ message unsent / 03:54 am]

delivered / 03:25 am ✓ › y’know yu couldv just said you were strickly strait frm the start ?? › i naver told you i was a man? › you saidd you were a fan soo you obviously would’ve k nown if that was the case › but i gu ess since you were a fan you were only after one thing after all right? › thats fair.  we promised to screw & scram, yu were just holding upp your side of the promise. › … srry for missing the memo. › if i did something too upset you during that time…i’m sorre. [ messages (7) unsent / 03:54 am]

delivered / 03:27 am ✓ › just talk to me one mor tiem › pls? [ messages (2) unsent / 03:55 am]

delivered / 09:12 am ✓ › sorry, hyeseong hacked my phone as some sick joke. forgot I still had your number ㅋㅋ

[concupiscience]

kobayashi issa

風雲ややけ野の火より日の暮るる kazagumo ya yakeno no hi yori hi no kururu

windblown clouds-- the fires of burning fields bring sunset

蛍こよ蛍こよとよひとり酒 hotaru ko yo hotaru ko yo to yo hitori-zake

come, firefly! firefly, come! drinking alone

我好て我する旅の寒さ哉 ware sukite ware suru tabi no samusa kana

though I'm loving these travels of mine... it's cold!

秋の夜や旅の男の針仕事 aki no yo ya tabi no otoko no harishigoto

autumn evening-- a traveling man busy stitching

君が世や茂りの下の那蘇仏 kimi ga yo ya shigeri no shita no yaso-botoke

Great Japan-- buried in lush leaves a Jesus-Buddha

鰯焼片山畠や薄がすみ iwashi yaku kata yama hata ya usu-gasumi

grilling sardines in a mountain field... thin mist

大寺のたばこ法度や春の雨 ôtera no tabako hatto ya haru no ame

the great temple's smoking ban... spring rain

蠅の身も希ありてや灰浴る hae no mi mo negai arite hai abiru

even a fly has hopes and dreams... bathing in ashes

ろくろくに赤くもならでちる木の葉 roku-roku ni akaku mo narade chiru ko no ha

hardly any red ones at all... falling leaves

夜々は貧乏づるも涼哉 yoru yoru wa bimbô-zuru mo suzumi kana

night after night-- even the beggarly vine enjoys the cool air

上人は菩薩と見たる桜哉 shônin wa bosatsu to mitaru sakura kana

to saintly eyes they are bodhisattvas... cherry blossoms

晴天のとっぱづれ也汐干がた seiten no toppazure nari shiohi-gata

all the way to the blue sky's edge... low tide

神風や畠の稲の五六尺 kamikaze ya hatake no ine no go roku shaku

divine wind-- the rice in the field five, six feet tall

むだ草は露もむだ置したりけり muda kusa wa tsuyu mo muda oku shitari keri

in vain grass dewdrops forming in vain

独り焚く木の葉をつひに夜の雨 hitori taku konoha wo tsui ni yoru no ame

falling on my lone bonfire of leaves... evening rain

徳利の土間に転げてけさの雪 tokkuri no doman ni korogete kesa no yuki

a sake bottle rolling on the dirt floor... morning snow

夕立やたたいて諷ふ貧乏樽 yûdachi ya tataite utau bimbô-daru

rainstorm-- beating a song on the old keg

こほろぎや江戸の人にも住馴るる kôrogi ya edo no hito ni mo sumi naruru

cricket-- you too have adapted to life in Edo

焼杭を伸して見たり秋の風 yake-gui wo nobashite mitari aki no kaze

burnt wooden posts stretching upward... autumn wind

稲妻や三人一度に顔と顔 inazuma ya sannin ichi do ni kao to kao

lightning flash-- suddenly three people face to face

浅ぢふは昼も寝よげよ土火鉢 asajiu wa hiru mo ne yoge yo tsuchi hibachi

among tufted grasses a good midday nap... ceramic brazier

行春の空はくらがり峠哉 yuku haru no sora wa kuragari tôge kana

departing spring's sky turns dark... mountain pass

大酒の諫言するか閑古鳥 ôzake no kangen suru ka kankodori

are you lecturing me about my heavy drinking? mountain cuckoo

[knybits]

A Murder of One

Chapter:

26

Summary:

Bachelorette Party (not)

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Akiko and Tanjirou are set to wed in a week's time. 

The girls were overjoyed to hear this news, and despite the intense need to focus on the upcoming battle against Muzan and the rest of the Upper Moon demons, they still allowed a bit of happiness and hope to float into the estate.

“What kind of dress will you wear Akiko-san?”

“Will the wedding be held here Akiko-san?” 

“What about all the food Akiko-san?” 

Sumi, Kiyo and Naho bombard the poor girl with questions, yapping at her heels like puppies in an attempt to squeeze some juicy information out of her. 

Akiko is on her way to the lab near the Ubuyashiki estate, where Tamayo and Shinobu are working as well. Unfortunately, the only reason why she’s back at the Butterfly estate is because she had to pick up a change of clothes. 

Even she could smell how bad she was. 

“It will be a small wedding,” Akiko says to the girls. They begin to protest loudly begging and pleading for the event of the century. That Oyakata-sama would spend the money for this big wedding and that all the Hashira would help and the girls want to wear their best kimonos.

But Akiko can see that they just want a nice break from the impending nightmare. 

She crouches down at their level, smiling as warmly as Tanjirou does, “Look girls, when you find the love of your life, you won’t care how you marry them. You just want to stand at their side with the people that love and support you both. The fact that Tanjirou and I can even marry soon is a miracle, but I understand your enthusiasm.” 

The girls pout lightly, but there isn’t anything they can do. 

Instead, Kiyo pipes up quietly, “Well what would your dream wedding be if you could have anything?” 

“Akiko wants a Western dress, with traditional Japanese food. She wants to be married at my childhood home in the mountains, but is willing to marry me anywhere on the spot if she has to. She wants a bouquet of flowers and the sake ceremony, and a close friend or family to officiate. Isn’t that right my love?” Tanjirou sneaks up on his fiancee, and Akiko blushes a fierce red. 

Because despite how this dream wedding of her’s is something she talked about as a child, every detail remains true today. And Tanjirou still remembers it all. 

“W-Well yes… But we can just exchange rings and do the sake ceremony instead…” 

“No way! I’ve been waiting to marry you my whole life, and you only deserve the best of whatever you wish!” Tanjirou kisses her atop her head as she covers her face. 

The girls squeal in delight before running off, satisfied with the answers they received. Akiko turns to swat Tanjirou against his chest, but stops when she sees how horribly beat up he looks. 

“What happened?!” Akiko screeches, tugging Tanjirou into her office. 

Tanjirou laughs weakly, fully caught and in trouble. He then explains his rough and tumble with the Wind Pillar, and Akiko knows that on the other side of this moment, Miyuki is harshly berating Sanemi. 

Akiko purses her lips when dabbing Tanjirou’s cuts with a cotton ball of alcohol. She knows better than to reveal the troublesome siblings’ history, and her focus should be on Tanjirou instead. 

Tanjirou asks her how Nezuko is doing, and how the experiments are going. But Akiko is sworn to secrecy, and Tanjirou understands. So they talk about the Pillar training instead, about how Zenitsu was also involved in the scramble and how Tanjirou has been speeding through all the training (likely due to favoritism, but also because Tanjirou is such a quick learner.) 

Akiko does her best to divulge information of her own. She says that progress is slow, and that she’s only at the Butterfly estate to freshen up. That she thinks of him every night before she sleeps, and is delighted to receive letters from him every day. 

When it’s time for the two to part ways, Tanjirou holds her face in his hands and runs his thumbs over her cheeks. Akiko smiles with glee, and she continues to smile into the kiss that they share. 

—-

Akiko and Tanjirou see each other sooner rather than later. 

The last Pillar training is with Himejima, and demon slayers are slowly starting to trickle onto his training grounds. Akiko’s starting to get reports of hypothermia and burns, so Shinobu and Tamayo allow her to stay on the grounds and make sure to treat the demon slayers. 

“Are you sure I’m no longer needed?” Akiko asks, slowly packing her bag on the off chance that they change their minds. But Shinobu and Tamayo are the ones ingesting the poison, and they’ve already completed the solutions. It’s just a matter of continuing to ingest poison and double checking Nezuko’s antidote. 

So without further ado, Akiko hops onto a kakushi and speeds off to Himejima’s training grounds. 

Upon arriving and seeing demon slayers walking over flames, she immediately shuts it down. 

At the very least, Akiko was allowed that much jurisdiction. However, even if demon slayers were under the waterfall for 10 hours in one day, Akiko was not allowed to start treatment unless their bodies turned blue and the strength of the falls caused their bodies to give out. 

Since Himejima’s training is right after Shinazugawa’s training, she spent most of her time welcoming the new demon slayers to hell and fixing their wounds before throwing them under the waterfall. Upon seeing her fiance, Akiko waves wildly before running to greet him. 

“Wow, ignoring me?” Zenitsu sideeyes Akiko, and Akiko continues to do so. 

“Tanjirou! You’re already looking a lot better than the other day!” 

“SO YOU ARE IGNORING ME!” 

“Ugh, you’re here?” 

“It really wouldn’t hurt you to be nicer to me y’know.” 

“Funny. Be prepared to be dumped into the river.” 

Akiko isn’t even kidding either. Himejima’s explanation alone is enough to knock Zenitsu out, and Himejima mercilessly tells Tanjirou to dump him into the river. During this time, Akiko sees that Inosuke has fallen unconscious under the falls, and deploys a few demon slayers cuddling up against the rocks to get him out. 

A minute of CPR later and Inosuke is back to his crazy self, but Akiko employs him to catch some fish for her instead. She’s seen him pass out under the falls for a few days in a row now, but this is the longest he’s gone. 

Tanjirou, being the proud son of a coal burner, quickly starts a fire while Akiko skewers the fish. She has her own lunch packed away, a few riceballs made by the girls at the Butterfly Estate. The two work in tandem, talking easily between each other about the other Pillar training and the new friends they’ve made. 

And while everyone talks amongst themselves, Akiko stays silent by Tanjirou’s side. They warm each other up by the fire, Tanjirou talking animatedly with a fish skewer in one hand, and holding Akiko’s hand in his other. 

Akiko was planning on spending another night at Himejima’s training grounds, but she receives a message from Oyakata-sama, and is whisked away. 

She doesn’t arrive alone. Miyuki and Chiyo are also there, Ayame left behind at the Butterfly Estate. Akiko knows this must be serious if Chiyo didn’t bring Ayame. She’s sitting by Oyakata-sama’s side, doing another routine checkup and mixing some medicine on the side, and he does his best to relay a new mission to the girls. 

“Muzan has been tracking us. I believe you three are the best for this job,” he says, and Akiko raises a brow. She’s just a doctor, and she doesn’t know how else she can help, but she doesn’t question them. 

At the very least, the three get to work together. 

Oyakata-sama doesn’t have any information, just that his foresight knows that the battle is drawing near and that Muzan has found a way to slowly track all the demon slayers, and is getting closer to finding his estate. 

The girls regroup at the Butterfly Estate to figure out their next move. Akiko’s shut the door to her office, telling all the girls that they mustn’t get close to the room, and they nod their heads obediently. 

“There’s no way Muzan is tracking us himself,” Chiyo starts, “He’s too high up for something like that.” 

Akiko quirks a brow, “So you think he has some random demon do it?” 

“No,” Miyuki shakes her head, “It’s got to be an Upper Rank. The lesser demons don’t have strong enough blood demon arts. And he’ll want to keep this demon close to him. So it has to be Upper.” 

The girls all purse their lips. An Upper Rank is less than ideal. For starters, they don’t know what kind of demon they’re dealing with. How powerful this demon may be, and what they can throw at the girls. The other problem is Akiko. Should they come into contact with the Upper Moon, Akiko has no way of defending herself. 

In the end, they decide to go looking for the person with the most information. Tamayo. 

Tamayo is still working in the lab with Shinobu when the three girls arrive. Shinobu and herself are discussing the four poisons when Akiko knocks on the door, and Shinobu lets the girls in with a smile. Tamayo has to step out of the way when a sliver of light falls through the doors, but it goes quickly once the door has been shut. 

“The Forest and Ice Pillar. To what do I owe the pleasure,” Tamayo says. 

“Secret mission from Oyakata-sama. But I have a feeling you can help us,” Chiyo smiles. Akiko divulges the details of their mission, and Tamayo sits quietly as she listens. Miyuki and Chiyo offer their theories, but by the end of it Tamayo is shaking her head. 

“I’m sorry ladies. I have no connection with Muzan anymore. That was severed hundreds of years ago. I have no clue as to what demons are within his rank,” she says. The girls deflate, their first and only lead being a deadend. 

“However,” she starts, and the three perk up simultaneously. Like three dogs that heard ‘treat’. “I do believe this may be the perfect time to test one of our battle strategies.” Tamayo churns her head to one of the hallway doors, and Akiko can see that it is barely ajar. And behind it, she can assume, is Yushiro. 

Tamayo calls the demon forward, and he walks in with a slight grimace, though obedient nonetheless. 

“Yushiro, please give Akiko the seals.” 

In Akiko’s hand is a small stack of papers with a red symbol on them. They’re about the size of Akiko’s hand, and each symbol is the same. Akiko recognizes them from Tanjirou’s stories, the one he recounted to Akiko a few months ago as the two caught up over their past endeavors. 

“In order to command the Demon Slayer Corps from a safe location, Oyakata-sama asked us to devise a plan. Yushiro’s Blood Demon Art comes in handy for situations such as these, and it’s quite strong because he comes from my blood, and my blood comes straight from Muzan. Gather as many crows as you can. They will be your eyes, Akiko.” 

The girls leave with instructions, and Yushiro promises not to mess with their mission (for the sake of Tamayo-sama). They start by giving their own crows the seal, and Akiko quickly understands what Tamayo meant by ‘they will be your eyes.’ 

Because they almost are. 

Akiko can see treetops and farmland from one crow, and a bustling town with loud merchants from another crow. Her brain almost stopped when she switched crows, the blast of information being too much for her brain to handle. Chiyo is quick to peel the seal off when Akiko cries out, Miyuki placing her cold hand over Akiko’s forehead to help soothe it, but Akiko stubbornly slaps the seal back onto her forehead. 

It take a couple days, but Akiko gets used to the crows. Chiyo and Miyuki cook and train together, taking turns cradling Ayame. Akiko sits on the engawa, shifting through crows while the Pillars wait patiently for some sort of news. Akiko’s crow army slowly grows, but she starts to grow frustrated when she sees no suspicious sign of Muzan. 

“I feel like I’m looking for a needle in a haystack,” Akiko mutters, and the two girls look at her weirdly. Akiko brushes it off (“Western saying.”) but they can understand that she’s starting to get antsy. 

“Y’know, I don’t think Muzan is going to let us come to him.” Miyuki says, and Akiko nods. 

“You’re right. Muzan is, unfortunately, too smart for that.” 

“So how do you think he’s tracking us?” Chiyo shrugs, giving Ayame a bottle of milk for the night. 

Akiko pauses for a second before her eyes grow wide, shimmering like the stars under the moonlight. 

“He’s tracking us! We don’t have to find him, he’s already looking for us! We let him find us, that’s how we find him.” 

The two Pillars look at each other with a triumphant smile, their hands already on their katanas, and they run off to be bait. Akiko immediately sends a crow after each of the Pillars, also calling for Aoi to take Ayame since Chiyo just dumped the baby on her (“Wait you know I can’t hold babies-”)  

It takes all night. Chiyo and Miyuki have both gotten pretty far from the Butterfly Estate, both on opposite sides of the mountain. Two crows follow closely behind, silently observing, silently watching. 

Chiyo is the first to encounter the eye. Akiko almost misses it, a small thing, really. Chiyo is jumping a bit too fast through the forest, but Akiko says, “Stop,” and the crow caws in return. Chiyo halts immediately, her ears tuning in for any off sound. 

The crow perches itself, looking down and around. And then Akiko sees the nasty thing. 

“To your left,” the crow caws, and Chiyo almost mistakes its words. But she flashes forward, using her Forest Breathing and cutting down two trees beside her. Then Chiyo sees it too, and she jumps forward to stab the eye with her katana. It wriggles around before lying limp, and Chiyo holds it up to the crow for Akiko to observe. 

In the eye, Akiko reads, “Upper Four,” and a chill runs down her spine. “Come back,” she commands the two, “and kill any eyeballs you encounter along the way. I don’t think that’s the only one. And if I’m right, we have a lot of work cut out for us.” 

here we go...

[gretasworld]

Lets bust a confusion. About these two incestuous minors and Alucard’s stupidity and portrayal by Fucking Netflix,the champion of woke messages and FITNAA of the devil.

1. First of all, if we look at history, Japan and Romania ( country where Castlevania takes place ) never knew each other until 18th century. Japan was a closed nation to the entire world and totally isolated. So these bastards crossing thousands of miles to visit Eastern Europe in 15th century is nonsensical and nothing but promotion of gay agenda nonsense and other shit that goes with it. That too for killing a dude ? Same goes for Cho. But because its Netflix/Fuckflix so their diversity, inclusivity, equity, genderbending and race swapping identity politics quota is more important than writing good literature with sensible racial,geographical and historical accuracy. The show kept no respect for either the culture of Romania or the games and made the whole show look like modern day America teeming with immigrants interacting instead. LOL.

2. These two were brother and sister that were shown to have incestuous habits as gross as it gets. The proof lies in the episode where we get to see them touch each other while teasing a drunk Alucard in his bed naked. There it is confirmed how bullshit Netflix can get with their shows and pushing envelope especially in a kid's show.

3. These Japanese don't exist in the games,they been added to fill diversity quota. When the Japanese bastards arrive, they start with trying to kill Alucard. Later, they get caught and act like his friends. Sumi in particular acts all touchy feely and flirty with Alucard right from the get go and Alucard instantly reciprocates. ( Alucard is shown throughout entire Castlevania series to have big appetite for women, falls easily for women,their touch and attention of women. ) while the boy Taka stays as he is. However, they want to learn vampire killing stuff and present themselves as orphans. Sympathising with them naively, Alucard agrees to mentor them and let's them into the castle. If it was some other naive guy instead of Alucard, he or she would have done the same out of respect and courtesy. Its nothing to do with romantic love for two people at the same time for fucks sake.

4. These freaks are younger than the dumbass dhampir as he is made out to be in the series and are treated like children by him while he holds an older brother and mentor.

If you have siblings, you will relate. Nothing romantic or sexual in the castle from Alucard’s side. Simple platonic friendship builds among them as time passes which is very normal as humans are social creatures. Now the lgbt kids speculate that these bastards are Alucard’s lovers. Where ? Did they propose to him ? Did he propose? No. There is no confirmation in the series. Yes we can agree that Sumi was flirty and touchy with Alucard and he seemed to like the girl's attention too and we can guess they may have had some harmless flirty moments but Taka was not into any of that. He was like a little brother to Alucard minding his own. So please stop speculating that this was a bi poly bullshit. Socialisation between humans automatically doesn't mean something romantic or sexual for God's sake.

5. The twins decide to kill Alucard and the night they will kill him is the night they have a lot of wine especially Alucard who is shown to be a heavy drinker, has his guard down and unsteady emotionally. He goes to bed but some uneasiness come over him. He cannot sleep. The bastards get in his room and he worrily asks them if anything is wrong. This act of worrying itself shows how paternal or big brotherly Alucard had been to these two so far looking after them and cooking for them as the adult one among the three. Nothing sexual or romantic on his side at all so far. So lgbt kids,teens and tweens stop speculating and jumping to conclusions. The lgbt promoting websites such as Lgbt Fandom and Wikia have written garbage about this episode and given Alucard and some others a queer but also perverse identity all to promote the rainbow. Netflix is part of that far left politics. And now we see kids repeat what they have seen on those websites calling it cannon.

6. The twins get in his bed. Alucard fails to understand what's happening at first. He never had sex before and is quite surprised when they push him to lie down and kiss him much to his shock. This WTF reaction from Alucard that we see is another clear indication that he never saw these two as lovers initially,had no romantic feelings nor had any three way poly relation with them right from the bat and certainly expected no sex. This is all unexpected behaviour to him.

If poly was the case, Alucard would be all comfy and sharing the bed with both in laughter already instead of going WTF. 😄We also get to see Alucard being physically intimate for the first time and not having clear ideas on what to do ? 😖

7. The twins touch him all over body to arouse and tease him. He is aroused but notice how uncomfortable as well. Its interesting to notice that in this scene, he is more inclined towards Sumi,.kissing her, turning towards her, playing with her legs,hips,neck and boobs away from the boy on other side. 😶 For a while the touching continues from both sides. The boy does his part to keep arousing him. Then we see Taka licks Alucard’s leg and Sumi plays with Alucard’s dick. He is highly horny and crying from severe horniness. Now here is another point. Either of the twins might have given Alucard a blow job but the show doesn't show that or which twin doing it. We only see Alucard tossing his head. Therefore,you cannot jump to conclusion that it was Taka. It may have been that girl too. No surety. Then again, it looks like a joke more than sex.

Let's focus on yet another detail. In the presence of Sumi, why didnot the dumbass Alucard turn her over and penetrate her ? Is it not the natural instinct for a dude attracted to women to want to penetrate during sex ? What kind of a dude lays like a log during sex 🤔 ?

8. Now we see the boy attempts to penetrate Alucard as he pulls his legs to his shoulders but right then, the twins move back to two sides of Alucard while he is still tossing his head God knows why and immediately they put rings around both his hands to tie him to the bed. The " sex " ends there. Gay people argue and lgbt websites say that Taka was queer and had sexual intercourse anally with Alucard but if you look closely in the episode, that never happened. He did lift his legs up and pulled him close but no penetration or such sort could take place. Because they went for the killing right there. 🤔 Watch the episode carefully again and match my analysis.

Another point- why did Alucard lay there the whole time just tossing his head left and right instead of getting up and putting his dick inside Sumi or Taka ? Its very confusing actually what was going on in the scene. Also, him just laying there is another clear indication that his body was too heavy to move from all the drinking 🤐. He lay like a log coz he was too drowned in alcohol or maybe just maybe "drugs" 🤨. He didn't move around actively which is strange for a man to do during sex. Unless he is too intoxicated to move, it is not like a man to just passively lay there when sex happens. Even faggots that bottom move around in bed.

So it's safe to say, his drunkenness could be also a reason he didn't say a proper " yes " or a " no " when they forced themselves on him. He just stared like drunks do at hoes in bars. They knew he was down with alcohol,his vision not as clear,his mind completely insane and heart a big mess from disaster in his life and he would be easy to manipulate by means of sexual arousal. We see this in real life when people hit rock bottom,are lost and cannot make proper judgements, they drink too much booze or do drugs,their libido gets too high and they get taken advantage of or many have sexual encounters that they are not very proud of later. Same was Alucard's case. Being a lonely horny mess, he got aroused real fast.His boundary was down to zero. Courtesy of the booze. Courtesy of being a virgin for too long. Courtesy of depression. Courtesy of loneliness. A cocktail 🍸.

Here is another point to prove Alucard never had romantic inclinations or "relationship" with the weirdos - after He kills them out of defence and puts them on stakes and pees near their stake rods. He is pissed as fuck at these two and is seen crying in physical pain,betrayal and guilt after the kill because he cannot believe one bullshit after another taking place in his pathetic life. You don't hate people to the extend of killing and impaling them if you so loved them romantically. It's pure disgust and hate from Alucard we get to see for the sudden debauchery and murder attempt on him. We see Alucard is feeling torn by people he stupidly allowed in his house and thought them as his siblings and children until the "sex" moment arrived if you call it sex that is. He is blaming himself for his stupidity as well.

9. Now many lgbt crazies can argue this act was to show Alucard is bisexual and so is Taka coz its all about representation and relating for them right ? HELL TO THE NO. NOTHING WILL CHANGE THE ALUCARD KONAMI GAVE US. We people understand very well what has been going on for years in the movies,shows and songs and we don't buy it no matter how many websites they put up to confuse young people and encourage them into these things.

So, does this so called sex act confirm bisexuality or queerness for Taka ? NOPE. Taka is a villain, clearly acted with an agenda and did what he needed to do and that is to kill Alucard according to their plan from the start. Also,you will notice most of the sex work done on Alucard was done by Sumi and Taka played along doing just enough to show he was engaged until the right time to kill came. We are certain from the episode that Taka is more an deceiver, not a bi or poly and he played his act well. But the siblings surely are INCESTUOUS if anything. Plus, Taka and the girl never had any romantic feelings for stupid Alucard unlike how some people with meaningless fanfics and especially websites would conclude. Sumi might have had a crush maybe,nothing serious enough like love but Taka clearly never had any feelings or real attraction. If Sumi atleast had feelings for the stupid Alucard, she would not join in the killing. She is another villain after all. Simple logic.

Despite what those Lgbt websites and toxic fandoms say, the simple logic is this - you don't kill someone you love while having sex at someone's vulnerable state. Only enemies with agenda do that. Logic pointed. If the twins did love him they wouldn't try to kill him.

10. People may ask why did Taka get involved sexually ? He must have been attracted to Alucard ! Sumi could easily do the job of killing herself? Unless the Japanese dude is pan or queer, why would he.... and why kill by using sex in the first place ?

Answer 1 = Because Netflix has to show its diversity inclusivity and woke identity politics,push polyamory agenda in all of its original creations,click all its check boxes and ruin many beloved video games characters and cartoon characters like the original straight and dignified Alucard. That's why. Oh and season 3 flopped for these obvious reasons. 🤣 Warren Ellis went to jail. Yet Netflix continues on with woke shit. They do it with every other show as well.

Answer 2 = Because Sumi might not have been able to handle Alucard who is very powerful, all by herself as a human girl so Taka, a guy and her own brother got in the room with her to assist her in killing him and to ensure his sister's safety lest anything should happen to her. Easy math.

People may ask is Sumi queer or poly ?

Answer is She is an deciever and villain with an agenda and incestuous like her brother. Nothing more.

Second Last question - Was Alucard ever attracted to Taka to allow sex ? Well, he never was. Only during the sex as they call it when it came to him by surprise, he might have thought when they both approached him by force, "well this is new ." In real life, you will find many people of both genders have had same sex encounters but that tells nothing about their real identities or inclinations. ( This is where Netflix confuses everyone and divides the fans into two groups by not staying true to the Games and manga Lore. )

Final question - Is Alucard really bisexual even in the blasted series unlike the canon ? All answers from observations and series itself say NO. Proof lies in his one sided crush on Sypha and jealousy with Trevor over having her, reciprocating overt flirtiness from Sumi and leaning towards Sumi more during sex and finally falling in love with Greta and trying hard to impress her, being protective of her in danger,bowing to Greta as she enters his castle just like his dad and immediately accepting her when she asks him out " I think I might like you. " Not to mention how happy he becomes when Greta tells him the orphan children look at him like a father.

Plus, his idolizing the relationship of his parents Dracula and Lisa as shown in season 1 when he talks about his parents.

Watch the pictures below,play the video and match my words. And don't buy into those lgbtq fandom websites, new websites that pop up everyday to express flawed opinion run by Sjws or follow weird ships by 12 years old, people. It will ruin your mind's sanity.

Pictures and screenshots of posts collected.

[composeregg]

YEAH like. It's an interesting dynamic if people want to explore that, but the only time I really see the unintended callousness explored is when people ALSO make akechi "the only one who doesn't do that" and have him berate the thieves over it? Which. Wild lmao.

Like I know I know i KNOW you haven't seen The Scene yet (2/2 my beloved) so I won't get into any of that, but akechi very much also isnt giving attention to Joker's ANYTHING wrt all this (he gets angry if you try!) And I don't know if you have all the thieves rank 10'd or if you've had free-time to visit the thieves yet, but there are some scenes that do help rectify it a bit. Just not enough imo, especially since it's a royal add-on.

But yeah! Overall it's like. Imagine! If we got more flashbacks with everyone worrying about the 11/20 plan! If they force you to take a day to rest to recover from injuries! If we could have scenes with each thief actually visiting each night to fret and worry and make sure he's okay, with "don't push yourself" moments! You can still do that even with a silent protag, but it acknowledges everything! What if any of them even once asked about parents and you had options to choose from! What if they could comment and defend you from the rumors at school! A little scene with some Whispers and Makoto or Ryuji or Ann or Haru or Sumi stepping in!

There's a lot of ways to show other characters having deliberate *specific* caring without even breaking FROM the silent protag model too much.

I admit I really do love the vibes of being self-destructive for the sake of others, but what I want from that is the others CATCHING him on that? Being aware and not just showing how much they care and mentioning how they want to look out for him, but doing things to make him rest. I think it'd be neat if like, there were little text convos if you choose to go to the metaverse two days in a row. Not stopping it but just "hey dude you sure? You seem a bit tired."

Instead it's like... you are two days out from being drugged and abused and now you're hunting down the next key words, and you're in another palace in under a week, and really, thats a bit rushed yall! I get formatting of the game, but even then. It would have been fun to do split scenes, a few go off to figure things out and others stay with Joker! They take turns!

It's so clear that the thieves and confidants in general care SO much for Joker. But one of the biggest issues is with putting that generalized care into specific ACTIONS for them to take. Because giving them specific actions means that Joker has to have more depth that they're looking at. And the developers didn't want to risk the blank slate that they've scrawled over having that depth to the picture.

while he's also for sure a silent jrpg protag i also wont be going "oh well he's really just a blank slate & not really much of a character, so whatever i say about him is actually made up or projection" like-- there is a quite a lot of characterization work in there! it's less "the protag is a silent blank slate for you to project on" and more "the protag is just a guy who doesnt like to talk a lot, but he's a whole guy. who you could see as being a blank slate if thats really what you want.

[shintoinenglish]

How to Set Up a Kamidana

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I just realized I had not put up this pretty central information!

What are Kamidana?

Kamidana 神棚 (literally "kami shelves"), are home altars used to worship kamisama. They are usually above standing eye level, though sometimes exceptions are made. If you live in an apartment, you can use floating shelves, the top of a bookshelf, etc. - the most important aspect is that the kamidana is placed high up, ideally at the highest location in your room. Kamidana should face east, south or southeast, and it is generally said that you should not set your kamidana up to face a butsudan (a Japanese Buddhist ancestor altar - don't go making one of these for your ancestors unless they were Japanese Buddhist). Also avoid placing kamidana above doors and near or in bathrooms. No matter where you live, if your kamidana is on the first floor and there is a room above it, it is good to write either the letter 雲 (cloud) or 空 (sky) in sumi ink on paper and place it on the ceiling facing down above the kamidana. An alternative is to purchase a kumoita 雲板 or a premade wooden cut-out letter of cloud/sky. You can see an example here:

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The kumoita is the wavy shaped wooden board at the top/front of the kamidana. I was taught having the kumoita or the letter for sky or cloud is important since the importance of it is to show kamisama you do not want to step on them by creating a sky/cloud above them. Here is an example with a kumoita clearly visible at the top:

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The branches at the right and left are of the sakaki 榊 tree, which are very important in Shinto. Some people use artificial sakaki branches, preserved ones or local evergreen tree branches. This is good to have, but not essential. The ceramics you see are called shinki 神器, and are not necessarily essential, but a dedicated set of dishes to offer rice and salt is very important, even if it is not specifically purpose-made shinki.

Offerings and Offering Vessels

The most important, standard offerings in Shintō are rice, water, and salt. Sake is only offered on special occasions. With all three of these, you must consume them eventually – usually one offers them in the morning and takes them down at night. You can offer once or twice a day, ideally before each meal. I usually store my offerings and put the water in my normal drinking cup to drink. You can also water your plants with the water. The rice can be cooked or uncooked, but if you are concerned about pests and such, you can pray and then immediately take it down. You can offer any kind of food to kamisama, but it is generally taboo to offer them meat (other than fish, which is usually offered whole) and it is definitely not good to leave bones, fur etc. on a kamidana.

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Each shingu 神具, or offering vessel, has a name. Rice and salt are stored on the small dishes at bottom right labeled shirosara 白皿. Water is kept in a special lidded container called a mizutama 水玉, seen at bottom left, and the lid is left laying on its side like so:

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The bottles at the left and right of the top row are for sake. They are called heishi 瓶子 and are left lidded. Most people only offer sake on special occasions, and others offer whole bottles of sake. There are several ways to arrange the ceramics, but it is greatly preferable that you arrange them as such: 1.米: rice 2. 水: water and 3. 塩: salt 4. 酒: sake

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If you are placing your shingu on a tray, Ise Miyachu, a renowned manufacturer of kamidana and related accessories, has suggestions here.

Many kamidana, but not all, often have a sacred piece of hemp rope with rice paper on it called a shimenawa 注連縄 visible in the above examples. This is also common at shrines, and denotes that the area behind it is a sacred place. Shimenawa are generally changed yearly, like ofuda.

Parts of a Kamidana

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1: Shinkyō – sacred mirror where kamisama’s spirit can alight (not a permanent living place for kamisama, but still must be handled with respect)

2: Masakaki – a type of sakaki that includes references to the 3 sacred treasures and has sacred colors on it – the left masakaki has the sword, the right has the mirror and magatama 勾玉 jewel. This is an alternative (and somewhat fancier) than sakaki.

3: Mizutama - water container

4: Heishi - sake container

5: Hiraka/doki/shirosara – plates for salt and rice

6: Sakakitate – vase and vase holders for sakaki. You don’t need to have the box around the vase, as it's more decorative.

7: Kagaribi – candlestand. Note that the candles for these are rather specific (and come with holes) so I do not recommned this for people without regular access to Japanese candles.

8: Tōrō – electrical lamps. Usually one has either kagaribi or toro, not both.

Finally, the most important part, the core of a kamidana, is the ofuda. An ofuda can only be obtained at a shrine. You must never make one yourself. It is a slip of paper or small wood plank that has been blessed by the priests at the shrine, with the shrine's name on it. Most shrines require you to get a new one every new years (sending your old one in, or bringing it in person to be burnt and purified at the end of the year). This must be handled as a person if you travel with it, not placed in a suitcase. It contains part of kamisama, and is kamisama too.

Praying at a kamidana

First, have clean hands, gargle and be dressed. The general rule is to bow twice, clap twice and bow again, but this may vary by shrine or by sect/faith. You can pray or wish in your heart before or after you clap twice. You can also chant norito, which are sacred prayers. If this is not always possible, my experience as well as advice I have received is that kamisama will understand.

[opalsdarkreadings]

Hello! Can I send a request where let’s say the reader and Alucard stay together while Trevor and Sypha go on there own adventure. Then one day Taka and Sumi come a knocking on Alucards door. The reader already doesn’t like or trust them. Then during the famous scene where taka and Sumi are about to kill alucard. The reader does it for him and that’s when Alucard realizes what the reader means to him.

Alucard x black!reader

note: I’m so sorry for this request being late, but thank you so much for requesting. 

You kept telling yourself that this was for his sake. Your quietness, your disappearance that slow descendent from his life. Was for the sake of his happiness

You didn’t want to be in the way, you never wanted to put him in harm's way. But atlas your efforts were all for not. No matter how much he begs you back or invites you out with both the twins and him. You wanted him to be happy.

Alucard was more than just a travel buddy to you, he was a friend. Someone you grew to care for after your adventures. The times you laughed and cried together holding a special part in your heart. After his father passing you wanted nothing more than to see him smile again, that cold dead spot he had surrounding him you just wish you could melt away.

So maybe that’s why you ignored the warning signs. To be blinded by your selfish want to see the picture.

Maybe it was just your selfishness. Alucard and his grief clouding his better judgment and your willingness to cut off your skin for other's sake.

Either way, you both had this feeling that you both pushed as far away as possible. Alucard knew, he always knew that their attention and love for him was only superficial. Nothing compared to the relationship you and he formed over your adventures.

However, that strong feeling for a sense of family made him doubt himself. He saw you and the twins as a way of returning to normal, a familiarity among the chaos.

He never looked to you like some background character when the twins showed up. As much as his actions may have convey that. He was broken, grieving even. He just wanted something to bring him a little bit more light in his life.

He just wishes you could notice that you were the most bright and warmest light he could ever need.

Even with his time spent with the twins it felt like nothing compared to the few moments he had with you. His smile seemed more genuine, less like he walking over eggshells.

If only he could read more into the print to realized his feelings always belonged to you. Your smile, laugh, and just the little things about you made his time spent with the twins second best at most. He knew where his love resides, he just couldn’t say it. 

That famous night, his body laid bondage and scorched, he wondered just may be that he deserved this. A punishment fitted for someone foolish as him. The twins' words stinging to him like knives to his heart, he laid there accepting his fate his sword trembling in the corner of the room. However before he could surprise attack them their bodies fall over the bed with soft thuds,  you stood behind them a sword in hand-painted red at the tip. Chest rising and falling as you both just stare at each other, the restraint easing off his body and melting back to its original state. A moment of silence overtook you both, your soft eyes gazing back to his as he sits up and glances back at you. 

“Y/n...I..” Shaking your head, you move to him. letting the other lay his head into your shoulder. “I know, you don’t need to say anything.” Y/n mumble, hands stroking over his head, 

Even now, laying in your arms. He felt the presence of an angel was cradling his body, easing his hurt and grief as he allowed himself to break down. Letting you witness the broken child that was just eager to love but too afraid to fall into that commitment. 

The tears rolling off his cheek feeling as if the burden and guilt were being washed from his body. His grip like a viper as he clings to you naked with nothing but a bloody blanket concealing him. 

Y/n didn’t mind, combing your hands through his hair as you press your lips into your head. You both said nothing that night, only speaking to give soft goodnights as he joins you in your bedroom. Even the nights after that, after you convince him to put the twins to rest properly, your feelings for each other never spoken out loud. Yet you both subconsciously began to depend on each other more. 

His affection blossoms more intensely, opting to hold your hand and pamper soft pecks along with your hand and knuckles. His voice softer when speaking to you. He realized, he was trying too hard to bury these emotions he had for you for the exact reason of wanting to not disappoint you. He felt like a fool. 

Seeing the way you gaze at him, he knew where you stood and what he should do. He loved you, he does and may not say it often but having an opener is just that.

It gives a gateway to happier and brighter beginning 

[kuroosweakness]

dad!kuroo | sumi and a penguin documentary | masterlist

“hi~” sumi plops herself on the couch and peeks over her dad’s shoulders. whatever he’s typing away, she can’t understand–so many words! such small words too... 

sumi grabs polly and panda and dances the stuffed animal across kuroo’s laptop. “watcha doin~” she hums while setting polly on his keyboard. 

kuroo squishes polly’s paw and sets her aside. “replying to emails,” he replies with a tired smile. “what about you?” 

“i wanna watch an animal movie!” she excitedly exclaims. “me and polly are bored and have no one to talk to” sumi nuzzles against against a couch cushion and points at the tv with pleading eyes. 

~~~

and so kuroo turns in for the night and is now watching a penguin documentary with his daughter. 

“daddy...?” she quietly asks half-way through. “can i get a penguin plushie?” 

he tickles her feet in response, making her squeal and squirm away. sumi glares at her dad cautiously as he gives her a lazy smile. “that depends,” he answers. 

she inches back to her normal spot, keeping her feet as far from him as possible this time. before she can ask her dad what he means by “that depends,” the screen in front of her catches her attention. 

sumi watches in amazement as the camera zooms in on one specific emperor penguin. apparently, emperor penguin dads keep the baby penguin egg warm until momma penguin comes back from the ocean. 

how do they not starve? she wonders. sumi glances at her dad and wonders how many days he can go without eating...definitely not as many as emperor penguin dads...

she watches as the momma penguin and dad penguin sing to each other before she leaves, wondering what exactly they’re singing about. 

as minutes go by, kuroo tugs sumi’s blanket higher up on her body as she watches with wide, interested eyes with smark the shark by her side. 

when’s momma penguin gonna come back? she wonders. suddenly, a voiceover plays in the documentary, stating that penguin deaths are common, especially when it comes to dangerous waters. oh no. 

“is mom penguin gonna come back?” sumi tugs on her dad’s shirt, hoping he has the right, reassuring words to tell her. instead, he ruffles her hair and replies, “let’s hope so” 

the documentary camera pans over to dad penguin with the now hatched chick at his feet. emperor penguin dads can feed the chick up to three weeks before he’ll have to abandon it for the sake of his own health. 

 oh no! sumi hopes with all her might that the momma penguin returns within the next 14 days. she looks at smark the shark for support, but slowly realizes that sharks are predators to penguins. 

sumi frowns and sets smark the shark away from her. she hugs tim the turtle instead. kuroo notices and bites back an amused smile. 

her eyes bulge when she sees the dad penguin stepping away from the baby, fuzzy chick. has it been three weeks already? does this mean that momma penguin died...? 

the voiceover claims that if the dad penguin doesn’t step away, he’ll die along with the chick. he’s left with no choice but to fend for himself. the camera zooms in to the lonely, freezing chick that’s vulnerable to enemies. 

“unfortunately,” the voiceover says. “the chick will become prey to predators. or, it’ll perish from the cold. whichever comes first.” 

everything sumi sees is blurry and unclear from the tears in her eyes. kuroo takes this as a sign to pause the documentary and reassure her that- 

“the penguin chick died,” she wails into tim the turtle. “it was all cute and furry but it died” 

kuroo sighs and suddenly wishes he read about the documentary ending before letting her watch it. this is gonna keep her up all night. he lifts her trembling chin up and wipes away her tears with the pad of his thumbs; her bright red eyes and cheeks pains him too. 

“now, now,” he lifts sumi up and props her on his lap, like the way she used to sit when younger. kuroo cups half of face and leans across the coffee table to snatch a tissue. “take a deep breath” 

he deeply inhales to encourage her doing so. sumi sniffles and gulps down a mouthful of air. 

a quick google search on ‘how to comfort your child who’s crying over the death of a animal in a documentary’ would be a great help right now. 

“sumi,” he sweeps the wet strands of hair in front of her face behind her ear. “this is just one penguin family. i’m sure there are many other penguins who survived and raise a happy, healthy chi-”

“the momma penguin died too!” she sobs. the thought of momma penguin being hunted down by sharks is enough for her to send daggers at smark. 

kuroo continues rubbing her back up and down while wiping one tear after the next. he glances at a nearby digital clock in the dark and decides it’s best for her to sleep it away, if she can fall asleep, that is. 

“baby, the world’s still spinning,” he lifts her over his shoulder and stables himself against the couch as he stands up. “it’ll be okay, it’ll be okay,” he quietly says. 

sumi is too choked up to reply. she takes a deep breath and- 

what really gets her is the fact that dad penguin abandoned the baby penguin, left the baby penguin in the cold to freeze, to starve, to be eaten by- 

“daddy...?” she croaks. kuroo sets her on the bed and takes a good look at her tear-stained face. “if we were penguins...” 

oh no. 

~~~

and so the night concludes with kuroo repeatedly telling her that if he was a dad penguin, he would never abandon her, even if momma penguin never returns. 

he’s well aware that if the dad penguin never left, he would’ve died too...but kuroo can’t bring himself to tell her that :’)

[demigoddessqueens]

Day 4 - Dirty/Clean/Touch

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34712434

For Day 4, prompt 4 of @trephacardweek , some deep diving into Alucard’s feelings and thoughts

Alucard never realized how he had changed after…them. It was always the smallest flinch or wince whenever there was movement near him. Other times it was when he held his arms close to himself, as if he was still closed off from those who were permanently part of his life now.

Even when he tried to bathe the first few times afterward, there was always a lingering to him that felt misplaced. No matter how hard he scrubbed or how his skin ached afterwards, there was always that deep-pitted feeling that made him feel like a stranger. He felt so foreign in his own body, as if he couldn’t trust himself or trust others. What if he wanted to again, only for the same torture to befall him a second time?

The yearning and wanting for anything, just anyone, burned more than the silver coils that trapped his body that fateful night. He wanted to be touched and to reach out to touch others. He didn’t care if he was taken to bed again, but just if he could…feel something. Anything. Anything was better than nothing, or at least it would be better than his arms subconsciously wrapping around his body when the nights came.

In the weeks that followed after Taka and Sumi’s demise, Alucard felt himself consistently being drawn to the kitchen as he stumbled through the castle. He was always in search of more drink, to soothe the pain and to help him sleep faster. At least he could forget quicker. There, on the shelf across from the table, they would be watching him.

The crudely made replicas of them, the two people that Alucard had come to know so quickly in life and who were so quick to leave too. He found himself absently caressing their woolen faces, like one does with a lover, the only touch that felt empty of deception.

It would be the only touch Alucard would ever feel from them, the Belmont and the Speaker magician that appealed to a human side of him he forgot for a while. What would they see now, if they ever came back that is? Would they look at him as they did to his father? A monster? The same one that would end up as another monster to the kill list?

Pathetic as it was, Alucard receded into the shell of his former self. Taking a swig from one of the wine bottles, having lost count since that night, he huffed painfully to himself. “It’s better this way, for my sake. And for their own.”

[farfromsugafanfic]

Sutures - Chapter Nine: Lost In Japan

Genre: Soulmates AU, Idiots to Lovers, slight Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Yoongi/Named Reader

Warnings (chapter specific): chest pain, health problems, getting lost

Synopsis: “A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.” –Jean de la Fontaine

There was only one thing you and Min Yoongi had in common that night. You were both brokenhearted. You only intended to be together for one night, but when you both end up in the hospital the next day you discover that you are soulmates. It could kill you to be apart. As you and Yoongi attempt to sever the bond between you, will another be formed?

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When you landed in Japan, your phone was already blowing up with notifications. 

"Jang Sumi Seen With Min Yoongi's Bodyguard"

"Jang Sumi Joining BTS In Japan For Promotions"

The cameras already waited when you stepped into the airport. You were in the middle of the members, and instead of stopping for pictures like normal, bodyguards flanked in between the eight of you and the cameras. 

You felt as Yoongi reached down and softly took your hand. You looked back at him with a confused look and he just shrugged. 

"They all have their assumptions anyway," he said. "Just keep going. They'll try to get in our way, but just keep going. They won't bother you if you're with me."

You moved through the crowd with Yoongi's hand as your anchor. You heard the various fans gasping and screaming and the paparazzi asking questions and trying to provoke you and the members into a response, but before you knew it, you were in the back of a van and fastening your seatbelt. The satisfying click making you smile. You made it.

Yoongi was beside you. He still held your hand and you wondered if he noticed. His thumb rubbed lightly over your knuckles in a quick, sweeping motion. You didn't necessarily mind him holding your hand, it was just that there was no use for it now.

The van door shut as Jimin got in and plopped down beside you. A few seconds later, the van was moving.

"My phone blew up when we landed," you said. "Apparently, the bodyguard who helped me through the airport was your bodyguard?"

"Oh, yeah," he said, shrugging his shoulders. 

"What did you do then?" 

"Eh, we had plenty of bodyguards," he said. "Since we were in a group, it was unnecessary to have mine." 

"But, Yoongi, I know things have happened to you in airports before. You're an idol. You're a bigger risk." 

"Sumi, I lent him to you and something still happened," Yoongi said, his thumb brushing over your knuckles again, but slower this time.

"You really don't have to worry about us, Sumi," Jimin said. His eyes were closed and you'd honestly thought he was asleep. "We have enough bodyguards and we have Jungkook." Jimin kicked the back of the youngest's seat, who sat in front of him. 

You laughed and dropped the subject and instead gazed out the window at Tokyo. You'd only truly been to the city once when you were a kid, although you'd had many layovers in the Tokyo airport on your flight to and from the US. 

---  

"There's a problem with the hotel," Se-jin said, coming back out to the van. Most of the members were barely awake due to their busy schedules and how they'd gotten used to sleeping on most forms of transportation. "A fire sprinkler in Sumi's room burst and it flooded the whole room. The flooding is contained in her room due to the staff. Are you okay sharing a room, Sumi?"

You nodded. "Yeah," you said. "That's fine." 

"All right, does anyone--"

"I will!" All of the members shouted at once. You were amazed that despite their perceived states of sleep, they all appeared to be awake and fully listening. You laughed.

"She'll stay with me," Yoongi said. 

You turned to look at him surprised. "But, what about the rumors?"

"They know we're soulmates at this point. And, if you got caught staying with one of the other members, what do you think they would think?" 

Your brow furrowed. They already thought you had cheated on Minki with Yoongi, but if the media began circulating that you were cheating on Yoongi, you could only imagine the backlash you would receive. 

"Yeah, okay," you said. "I'll stay with Yoongi." Se-jin nodded and closed the van door as he went back into the hotel to finish checking in. 

"We've rented out the whole floor, so there should be no way anyone will find out," Yoongi said, giving you a small smile. 

"Then, why couldn't I stay with one of the other boys?" you asked, your lips curving into a smirk. 

Yoongi's ears turned red and he looked between you and the other members who watched in loving amusement.

"Just in case."

---

By the time you all got checked in and everything unloaded, the sun was beginning to set. You saw no point in unpacking your suitcase completely when you were only staying for four days. However, you unpacked your toiletries and headed to the bathroom. 

"Do you need to shower--?" you ask, but the words are left in the air as you notice Yoongi dropping the extra pillows and blankets from the closet onto the couch. "What are you doing?"

"Setting up my bed." He smoothed out the blankets and placed the pillow on one end of the couch. 

"You don't have to sleep on the couch. I trust you. It's not like we haven't shared a bed before."

"It's not that," Yoongi said. "I don't trust the urges. We've only had one, but I'm afraid if we lay together in bed. It would just trigger something." 

You nodded. "You're right. But, I'll sleep on the couch. This is your room." 

Yoongi shrugged and shook his head before falling back onto the couch and crossing his hands over his stomach. "Go take your shower." 

You sighed and went into the bathroom and took the shower you'd been long awaiting. Despite the coffee having been spilled on you hours before and changing into Yoongi's shirt, you could still feel the sticky cream-filled coffee on your skin. You undressed and folded Yoongi's shirt and placed it on the counter so that it wouldn't get wet and continued to undress. Only when you had finished did you realize that you'd forgotten to bring your pajamas with you. 

---

"Yoongi?" you asked, peeking your head out the bathroom. "Are you awake?"

Yoongi chose not to respond as you emerged from the bathroom in one of the hotel's white bathrobes. He didn't respond because he wanted you to strip in front of him, but rather, he was hoping to be asleep within a few minutes anyway.

As he heard you shuffle back towards the bed, he heard a small scuffle and you curse under your breath. He opened his eyes to see you standing by the bed as nothing happened. You unfastened the robe and allowed it to fall. 

Yoongi only caught a glance of your bare back before he shut his eyes again, although he felt a stirring in his stomach. He could only curse in his head as he attempted to focus on anything else. He didn't catch a glimpse of anything super sexual, but it didn't matter. Yoongi hoped this wouldn't lead to another urge. While he wanted nothing more than to pull you into him and kiss you up and down your body, he knew he couldn't for the sake of severing the soulmate bond. 

There were a few seconds of silence. He figured you'd finished getting dressed, but the light was still on and he hadn't heard you climb into the bed. He opened his eyes only to be met with a pillow to the face. 

"I knew you weren't asleep!" you said, holding the pillow above your head to bring back down upon him. Yoongi acted quickly and sat up and grabbed the pillow and tossed it to the side. 

You were dumbfounded for a second until you heard Yoongi laugh. "What was your plan exactly?"

You shrugged. "I don't know. I just wanted to prove you were being a creep." You wiggled your eyebrows as a smirk came over your face. 

"Hey! I didn't see anything. I kept my eyes closed."

"Mmm," you said. "I don't believe you." 

Before Yoongi could respond, a silence came over the two of you as you both simultaneously realized that you were straddling his lap and you could feel him pressing into you. 

"Sorry," he whispered as you climbed off of him. 

You shook your head. "No, it's okay. You didn't mean to. Let's, uh, let's go to bed."

"Wait, Sumi, what are your plans for tomorrow?"

"I just plan on going out and exploring a bit. I've never got to explore the city. Probably do some shopping, visit temples." Your eyes narrowed in curiosity. "Why?"

"I'll be working," he said. "Just make sure to get back here before me so we don't risk anything. I'm supposed to be done with the fan sign at five." 

You nodded. "You don't think being away from each other in general will cause anything?" 

It was only then that Yoongi realized that you hadn't been away from each other for nearly two weeks. While you might not be physically together, you were always within the same building or space. "I think it's been enough time." 

You nodded as you climbed under the covers of the bed and reached over to turn off the bedside lamp. Even in the dark, Yoongi could make out as you pulled the covers up to your chin and turned on your side. It made him smile. 

"Goodnight, Yoongi."

"Goodnight."

---

Your knees ached by midday, but your day alone in the city had been one of the best you'd had in years. You hadn't been truly alone for what felt like months. Sure, you slept alone and you could easily duck in the bathroom for five minutes of peace, but this was freedom you didn't think you'd have after the whole soulmate thing happened.

Yoongi was gone when you'd woke up that morning, the blanket tossed to one side of the couch. Not neat, but not exactly messy. It was odd, not feeling the aching in his chest when he was gone. You knew there were exceptions for when you were obligated to be apart, but since Yoongi worked so much, maybe it wouldn't be so horrible.

Your mind had still wandered to Yoongi throughout the day. Occasionally, you'd see a BTS ad campaign or someone wearing merch, but what really caught your attention was a small Kumamon figure. It was clearly meant to act as a paperweight or just to decorate a desk. You'd noticed that Yoongi seemed to like the character and after a quick Google search, it was confirmed. You bought the figure and tossed it into your purse.

With shopping bags in your hands and your camera in your hand, you managed to use your one free hand to pull out enough money to buy a taiyaki. You thanked the woman who handed it to you in your best rudimental Japanese. 

You were a few blocks away and halfway through your taiyaki when you thought to check the time. You nearly dropped the sweet bun when you realized it was 4:50 pm. Yoongi was due to be done in ten minutes and you were at least a half hour walk from the hotel--if not more. 

You rush out to the side of the road and attempt to hail a taxi. The first few passed you, but eventually one stopped and you frantically told the driver the name of the hotel. 

Within five minutes, the driver only managed to get a few blocks because of rush hour traffic. With nowhere to go, you were stranded. You'd gone the whole day without making a scene or being recognized (although maybe because you wore a baseball cap and mask), despite your face on the cover of magazine articles everywhere. And, you were afraid that you were going to have to end up on more of them to get out of this. 

You waited another five minutes before handing the driver a wad of cash that was definitely too much and apologizing as you got out of the cab. Carrying your bags and purse on your arm, you ran across the stopped lanes of traffic and tried to ignore the car horns and confused shouts. You checked the time. 5:01 pm. You ran and pulled up the GPS on your phone and entered the hotel address. 

Your vision blurred and you felt a small pull in your chest. It was warning you.

---

Something felt off as the van pulled up to the back door of the hotel. His palms begin to sweat and his heart beat against his chest as if he were sprinting. The door to the van opened and Yoongi didn't even remember it stopping or the rest of the members climbing out. 

"Yoongi?" one of the members called. 

Yoongi managed to his feet and out of the van but nearly collapsed against Jin, who grabbed him by the shoulder to stabilize him. He doesn't get far before he collapses against the wall of the hotel, his neck lulling back. 

"Yoongi, what's wrong?"

"Sumi...she must not be back yet..." 

Yoongi hears some talking and shuffling, but barely understands anything as two of the boys lift him up and inside the hotel. 

"They're going to look for her, Yoongi. It will be okay."

---

You'd made it a few more blocks, although you could barely tell. You were running, even though your vision was so blurred you could barely see. You used the buildings on the side as your guide and hoped you wouldn't bump into anyone. 

Your heart was beating out of your chest and you honestly couldn't tell if it was because of the running or that Yoongi was back at the hotel. You felt lightheaded and even with your headphones in you could barely hear the directions your GPS was telling you.

The edges of your vision begin going black and you feel your knees hit the pavement. This was it. You hoped a passerby would stop and at least call an ambulance. 

"Sumi!" someone a short distance away shouted.

You couldn't make out their faces, but you could see figures running through the crowd towards you. As you slumped against the nearest wall, you felt yourself being scooped up. 

"Sumi, Sumi, it's okay. We're not too far away. Come on, stay awake." 

You recognized Jungkook's face and allowed your face to fall against his T-shirt. It felt warm, but as you neared the hotel, your senses clearing a tiny bit, you realized it was a little too warm. You remembered back to the day before when you'd accidentally burned Tae's hand. 

"I-I'm sorry," you said. "It doesn't hurt does it?"

"It was just the T-shirt. Don't worry about it, Sumi."

His voice is soft and you can barely hear him over the commotion you're approaching. You can already hear the slew of photographers who are inside the lobby of the hotel and outside on the sidewalk. They haven't seemed to notice you yet, as their camera flashes and yells are aimed elsewhere.

"Jungkook! Jimin!" Se-jin called from the alleyway where he held open a service door normally only used for employees. While your vision had cleared, you still felt out of breath and your heart still convulsed in your chest. 

Jungkook ran towards the door and immediately into a service elevator. He didn't drop you back on your feet like you had expected him to. His arms were slung under your knees and around your shoulders. You wondered why you weren't burning his arms. Maybe because he wasn't touching your skin? Maybe the soulmate curse somehow recognized that he was helping you get closer to Yoongi? Whatever it was, you were thankful that beyond burning a small black hole in his T-shirt, you hadn't hurt him. 

The elevator dinged and Jungkook rushed you into your hotel room. Yoongi was already on the bed, a cloth on his forehead. He was sweaty, his shirt pulled up, exposing his stomach and his hair pushed back. 

Jungkook plopped you down on the bed beside Yoongi. Your breath evened out and your muscles relaxed, but the dull ache in your chest remained.

"Do you guys need anything?"

"Just some water." 

Jungkook went to the sink and filled a glass with water and set it on the bedside table beside you. "Just text or call one of us if you need anything." 

You nodded and Jungkook left the room. As soon as the door shut, Yoongi's arms around you and your face in his chest. His lips came to your forehead and you released a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding.

"I lost track of time," you said. "I tried to take a taxi, but it was rush hour." 

"It's okay. It's not your fault. It was harder than we thought it would be." 

"Do you think we'll ever break it?" you asked. "If this was so difficult, if we can't even be apart due to a simple mistake, even if we were in love, how would we fix this?"

"I don't know. But, you should get some sleep."

"You too." 

You rested your head on Yoongi's shoulder, his arm slung around you comfortably, fitting perfectly against your waist and in the swell of your hips. It was the only place your body would allow you to be, but even if it was just the soulmate curse, even if you didn't love Yoongi, you knew there was no other place you wanted to be than his arms.

---

You fell asleep long before Yoongi did. Your small breaths tickling the skin on his neck and you were so still in his arms, only the way your chest moved slowly up and down indicated that you were still alive.

He'd never tell you, but he loved the way you looked when you slept. You scrunched your face up like a fussy baby and sometimes you'd make small moans in reactions to whatever happened in your dreams. 

It was nearly 1 am and Yoongi couldn't sleep. There were still pangs in his chest, but he wasn't sure if it was due to the earlier ordeal, or something else. He looked down at your sleeping form and carefully tucked stray hairs behind your ear. The ends of your hair were still a little damp with sweat, but he didn't care. 

You smiled at his touch and burrowed deeper into him. So deep, in fact, Yoongi wasn't sure you'd ever come out.

[moonlit-mizukage]

Chapter twenty four: Leave Shirabu alone 

Summary: Y/l/n Y/n, a third year at Sakura High School, is just a girl with a bad attitude towards anyone outside her small circle. When y/n’s younger sister starts first year, she gains a lot of attention. Unfortunately for everyone in school, the Y/l/n household has one rule, No dating till y/n does. Some people become just desperate enough to pay the leader of the “Monsters”, the trouble making group on campus, to date y/n. What will happen when she finds out? (All characters aged up to third year unless otherwise stated)

TW: Swearing, Oikawa slut shaming, mentions of bullying and violence, mentions of gossip, breaking glass, throwing stuff, property damage. 

Word count: 1.3K 

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Tuesday - Y/n POV 

It was only 11am, I was seated in my desk in Mr. Yagami’s English when Oikawa sat down in the desk behind me. He dropped a note over my head to my desk. I opened it and it said: 

Meet me after school in the courtyard at my table - T

I sighed and slipped it into my pocket. Tendou didn’t come to class today, I even went as far as looking around for him in the halls…

I walked with my head down and hands in my pockets as the final bell rang. I felt as if the world was moving so much faster then I was at this moment. I headed outside to my destination. 

I walked around the back way of the school taking a few extra minutes to get to where I needed to be. 

“Hey, can I uh” I took a deep breath. “Can I talk to you?” I asked. He lifted his head looking at me as if he didn’t understand.

“What for?” He asked. 

“It’s about Tendou, please Kyotani.” He let out a deep sigh. 

“I don’t know where he is if you have come to fight him or yell or whatever. I got a job to get to so see you around.” He pushed me as he left from under the bleachers. I looked up at Matsukawa who was still left smoking there. 

“Matsukawa… Can I… Can I have Kyotani’s number?” I said. I could feel myself about to cry. 

“Yeah sure. I assume it’s about Tendou. You look pretty upset, do you want him dead or something.” He asked with a small chuckle. I don’t  know what came over me but I had to finally tell someone. 

“I love Satori, I didn’t realize how much till the night of the dance.” 

“Fuck.” He said back, “I’m uhh, good luck. I know he's pretty messed up right now. He didn’t come to school today and none of us could get a hold of him just like over the weekend. If he apologizes, what will you do?” 

“I don’t know. I want to forgive him and I can understand the money part, I just, I got hurt along the way, you know?” I said. Matsukawa gave me a pat on the shoulder as he left me alone. 

I walked back out forgetting all about Oikawa as I cut through the courtyard. 

“Y/N! I really thought you ditched me!” Oikawa shouted towards me. 

He ran up to me as I sat down at a table. 

“Y/n, I did this for you.” He passed me over his cell phone. “Check the top conversation!” He said pretty excited.

I took his phone and read through the first conversation. It was with Shirabu. I read the few messages there were and looked at him.  

“I don’t- Oikawa are you- I can't even-.” I couldn’t even get through one entire sentence. 

“What are you trying to say y/n?” He asked. 

“You’re an idiot.” With that I stood up and began to walk away. 

“But I apologized!” 

“Over text after all the shit you did to him? I just- Bye Oikawa.” I headed over to the parking lot to Tsukishima’s car where my friends were waiting for me. 

“Did you get his number?” Shirabu asked. 

“Yeah and I also forgot about Oikawa. I will tell you in the car.” We all piled in the car and headed back to Tsukishima’s house for a hang out. 

Wednesday at lunch - Y/n  pov 

I was sitting at my usual table when Oikawa approached my table. 

“Shirabu, can I talk to you for a second?” 

“No.” He said as he continued to eat.

“Okay, I guess I will just say it here then. I want to apologize to you for how I have treated you over the past few yeast since I met you. What I did was wrong and I only did it to separate you and Y/n cause I was jealous. Will you forgive me please?” At that point it sounded more like begging then anything. 

“No.” Shirabu said casually again. 

“What! What do I have to do for you to forgive me!?” He asked almost in a yell. 

“I know it is not a sincere apology. You only did it for the sake of getting with Y/n. So why would I accept it? Besides, you never actually said sorry.” He replied. 

Oikawa walked away, looking pretty angry. Shirabu looked at me as we both laughed about what just happened.

Time skip to Wednesday Night - Third person pov 

A knock on y/l/n’s house occurred around 7pm. Mr. (y/l/n) went to answer the door. He opened it only to see Oikawa standing in front of him. 

“Hello Mr. (y/l/n). We have met before but I came here to ask your permission for Y/n to go on a date with me this friday night.” Y/n’s father just looked at him dumbfounded. 

“Didn’t you just date my other daughter?” He asked. 

“Well yes, but I am in love with Y/n.” Y/n’s father sighed and slammed the door shut on Oikawa, as he turned around and headed back to the table. 

“Who was at the door Daddy?” Mei asked. 

“That Oikawa guy, he came to claim his love for Y/n.” Y/n began to laugh at the table hearing this news. 

“He really is dumb if he thought this would work. He’s a bitch dad. Don’t worry, my taste in men is better then Mei’s now.” I said back to them. 

“Well I am glad, cause who asks someone’s dad after they dated their other daughter?” He asked with a laugh now. 

About 10 minutes later a knock could be heard from the door again. Y/n stood up saying she would get rid of him now. 

“Oikawa what the hell do you actually want?” She asked as she pulled the door open. 

“You to be my girlfriend Y/n! I have been trying for a few days now and you have given me zero interest! I am trying my hardest.” He claimed. 

“You really aren't though. You hurt my twin like no one else could man. That’s something I can’t stand to see. Plus you’re also, like, the biggest asshole I have ever met. Don’t think I don’t see you bullying kids around the school or whispering little gossip games Oikawa. It's pathetic honestly. So just get off my property... Oh and leave Shirabu alone.” She said. 

“I have always loved you Y/n.” Before she had time to react or even think he pulled her into a passionate kiss. She placed her hands on his chest and shoved him back hard, almost knocking him down the three porch steps that were there. 

“You fucking suck Oikawa.” She spit with poison on her words. 

“At least I am better than the future prison gang leader, Tendou.” He said. 

“Take that the fuck back right now.” She said now aggressively pointing at his face.   

“Truth hurts doesn’t it y/n. When you wake up from your fantasy world and come back to reality, I will still accept you with open arms, I might make you get tested first, but I will still love you.” He said. 

Y/n reached behind her as she grabbed a candle from the small table in the entrance way. She threw it with all her anger as it hit square into Oikawa’s passenger seat window. 

“GET THE FUCK OFF MY PROPERTY AND LEAVE SHIRABU THE FUCK ALONE!” She yelled in his face. 

“I’M SENDING YOU THE BILL FOR THIS YOU BITCH!” He yelled as he ran back to his car. 

“I WILL FUCKING BURN IT LIKE I WILL YOUR CAR IF YOU COME BACK!” She yelled as he flipped her off from the safety of his car.

She watched him drive off as she slammed the door and instantly went to her room instead of finishing her meal. She pulled out her phone and opened her group chat sending a simple message to her friends, 

Fuck Oikawa.

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Sakyo Furuichi R (Last Planet)

Read full translation under the cut! 

Story Title: “Just Like Those Childhood Years”

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ PART 1 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Misumi: I'm back-! Izumi: Welcome bac--...What happened to you!? Kumon: Sumi-san, you're covered in sand! Kazunari: You’re right! Sumi, are you okay!? Misumi: I was playing with the cats in the park when a group of boys who were playing in the sandbox invited me to make mud dumplings with them~ Look! I made a triangle dumpling~! Kazunari: What the--- it's shining! Kumon: It almost looks like it's painted with gold! Izumi: You brought it all the way here!? Misumi: Yup! It's so pretty. I want to show it to everyone! Kumon: That's rad--! I wanna make it too! Kazunari: It's super solid~! Izumi: (I’ve never seen a triangular mud dumpling before but.... As expected of Misumi-kun, the quality is high.) Misumi: I played on swings and slides too. It was so much fun! Izumi: In the past, it was so common to play in the park, but you don't get many opportunities to do that when you become an adult. Sakyo: .....Oi. Kazunari: Ah, Frooch-san! Sakyo: The entrance is covered with sand... Who among you punks did this? Misumi: It's me! I'm sorry~! Sakyo: Geez... Clean it up properly. Misumi: Ye-s. Kumon: Ah, I'll help you! Kazunari: We'll finish faster if everyone works together! Misumi: Thank you~! Sakyo: For crying out loud... What in the world did he get into for him to be covered in sand like that? Izumi: It seems like he was playing with the kids in the park. He said he played with other playground equipment too. He might've gotten the sand from those. Sakyo: .....I forget Ikaruga is a fully grown adult sometimes. Izumi: Ahaha... I feel the same. ... Ah, look at the time! I have to get ready. Sakyo: Is something up? Izumi: I promised to go drinking with my friends today. Sakyo: .....Don't stay out too late. Izumi: I know, I know! (It's been a long time since I went to a drinking party. I'm looking forward to it.)

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ PART 2 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Friend A: It's so late already~! Friend B: But it was fun! Friend A: I'll be in touch! Izumi: Stay safe on your way home! (Fuu... I ended up drinking too much.) (It's late already....)    *---LIME Notification (Ah, it's from Sakyo-san.)

Izumi: (He told me not to stay out too late... It's hard to reply...) (I'm on my way back now so I'll just apologize when I get to the dorm later.) .....There's really no one else walking around this late.

(Ah, it's the park.) (Come to think of it, Misumi-kun said he was playing in the park earlier...)     *---flashback Misumi: I played on swings and slides too~ It was so much fun~.

Izumi: In the past, it was so common to play in the park, but you don't get many opportunities to do that when you become an adult. (No children would come to the park at this hour... I guess this much wouldn't hurt...) It's only natural there wouldn't be any child here this late, but it’s basically a no-man's-land right now... (The swing is so nostalgic.) (When I was a kid, I used to compete with my friends to see who could swing higher.) The wind feels nice...

Sakyo: .....Oi, what are you doing here?

Izumi: !? Sakyo-san? Why are you... Sakyo: You... Did you not read my message? Izumi: (Speaking of....) I'm sorry I left it on seen. Sakyo: It shouldn’t take you forever to reply to a single message, should it? Izumi: I have no comeback to that. Sakyo: Don't you know how dangerous it is to hang out in the park late at night? Weirdos aren’t the only ones lurking around... For heaven's sake... You blah blah blah... Izumi: ...Fufu. Sakyo: ....What's so funny? Izumi: Sakyo-san, you're like a father. Sakyo: .....You don't seem to be sorry at all. Izumi: I-I'm just kidding! .....Perhaps you came here looking for me? I'm sorry for making you worry. Sakyo: Try to be careful next time. That aside, why are you playing in such a place? Izumi: I remembered Misumi-kun's story earlier... For some reason, I felt like playing a little... Sakyo: ....We already have our hands full with Ikaruga forgetting he's an adult. Izumi: Ahaha, right? Sakyo: I'll pick you up next time. Izumi: Eh, but if Sakyo-san comes to pick me up, everyone will be surprised! Sakyo: What do you mean? Izumi: I mean, literally! Sakyo: ...Haa, whatever. Don't go around in places like this. Let's go back now. Izumi: Would you like to play on the swing with me? It feels great. Sakyo: I'd rather not. Izumi: Eh? Then how about the slide? The jungle gym? Sakyo: Geez... You haven't changed a bit. You used to pester me to push you on the swing in the past, but when I did, you started crying because you were scared--. You liked the jungle gym, you liked the slides. I was led around by you. Izumi: Please don't bring up stories from the past! Sakyo: Let's go back then. You wouldn't want to hear any more of those stories, do you?