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[flamurai]

     𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆. those shadow casted fingertips curled at misshapen flesh, wishing to garner its warmth and most of all the strength found just below the surface. still, there lingered something else. a yearning unplaced, stirring in beastial veins. they felt connected, tendons intertwined and constructed into an abomination. akaza cradled his heart, in the palm of his hand. there would be no retaliation should it be torn from chest and devoured with ravenous hunger. is that not what the creature craved ? much was uncertain now, capturing a spark behind sigil borne eyes. they were frightening, but alluring all the same. strange, it could have brought tears to his remaining eye being acknowledged by your supposed adversary. shinjuro, the man adored as 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 couldn't even look at him. a human, one that knew love and adoration despite all his misdeeds, was contested by a demon's celebration. you should have died with your dignity !

     words were always dishonest, however the actions which followed deemed them sincere. his touch gave way to an exhale, expression painted with 𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 for their soon to be departure and benign utterances. hashira were always praised, many saw them as impervious beings. that couldn't be further from the truth. their gradual decline and dwindling numbers were an ordained prophecy. the pillar was no exception. such like cattle to an eventual slaughter, grazing fields and called upon when bountiful. his own sacrifice was in 𝐕𝐀𝐈𝐍 , the collateral damage stood before him now. its features softened, speaking with endearment. muzan would tear them both asunder, perhaps make one another watch as limbs severed and bones shattered. the mere thought caused fingers to furl, clenching around the other's hand.

     head would shake ever so gently, gaze withering to a close as brows pinch together. little flame , why did that bring him immense sorrow ? better yet, why was it humored for this long without argument. lavender cascades the sky above them, light not quite peering through dawning fog. let him go, he must leave before it's too late. ❛ i promise you ... as i live and breathe, it will never go out. ❞ you can always find it, even in your darkest hour. glistening orb, 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 as the blazing sun, would seek his eyes once again. voice hastened, distance closing just an inch more as though it were a secret bestowed unto only him. ❛ in a month's time, there will be a festival. a farewell to our summer season the fireworks are at their most beautiful. ❞ slowly, appendages begin to relent. loosening from him, ❛ though i'm certain you've seen them many times before, i intend to watch them from here. ❞ tread lightly, this was an invitation on the rise.

     it would be exact, however an undisclosed date set. keeping senses open would be crucial. but it must be this way, they were never meant for this. humans and demons were not known to coexist, they were foolish to even consider it. no, kyojuro was foolish. ties are separated in that moment, retrieving what remained of his blade and holding it close despite jagged edges. much like their predicament, holding enemies closest no matter the danger. a 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 prevails upon his lips, though it possessed nothing short of discouragement. they were wrong, made with flaws and pitiful desires. nevertheless, he couldn't stop himself from making these mistakes. soles withdraw upon grasslands glossed with morning dew, shoulders nearly grazing as words whisper across from his ear. ❛ until then ... keep your distance. ❞ for both their sake, remaining at bay was for the best. listen for the fireworks overhead, i'll be right here.

     no last glance is spared, it couldn't be afforded to them. once light on feet, now resides a haggard pace to extend as much distance from him as possible, vision blurring at the corners as exertion burned through his muscles. rengoku rivaled those 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐓 and agile on the battleground, and though not the sharpest, he would hurtle through the shadowed cavern of forest flora. sun rays piece through overgrown trees, thickened with leaves and awakened wildlife greeting the brink of dawn. movement halted upon arrival, fingers dipping into his chest, teeth gritting against agony brimming from his wound. something warm coated nails, the scent causing expression to twist blood, reopened flesh. they would question him. but that demon would remain undisclosed, identity unspoken, their words exchanged in confidence. stay away, akaza.

     until now ... the farewell to summer's temperament. dusk enveloped the mountain ranges, remaining light beginning to fade behind their mass. days merged, began to lose meaning as mind withered away on the entity : spurring memories, obsessively contemplating and replaying their time spent together that night. that creature whom unsettled nerves, and sunk proverbial teeth into reluctant skin. pearly incisors that peeked from his mouth when speaking. there is something mystifying about them, it causes nose to scrunch in 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃 repulsion. arms fold over chest, back pressing against brittle bark as a dual-toned gaze searched the skies. very soon, there will be an embellished horizon. muttered disquiet that resembles his 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 leaves curved lips, a saddened smile when a firework catches flight and echoed from above. a pang within his heart, a furnace neglected and dwindling to the softest flicker. why did this afflict him ? there should be relief in that they would never meet again, but still something aches with anticipation for him.

          𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄    whether they lie to themselves about it or not.     it is intoxicating in its own right, draws you in and makes you swallow the poison with eager lips that sought it out.    but it comes with a price, one that is too much to pay if you ask him  ––  because there is something in him, something hidden down that screams like a siren that all of this is wrong.    it yells out from the depths that this is not who he is, that there is something that was taken from him.     that there has to be a reason for his aversion to women and children, that there is a reason to his refusal to indulge the other moons in their journeys.       𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌!      can kyojuro not see this with his own eyes?     can his multi-hued gaze not gaze upon him and realize that he is not the demons that he has slain before?     it is more than the sun that ails him  ––  it is a conscious, a beating heart that screams out for someone to save it.

          there is also a part of him that wants nothing more than to SAVE RENGOKU.     to pull him in and swaddle him in the power that cascades, that promises.    because while it is the lie that all seek out, he knows that it can aid.      it can mend.      he will never have to worry about not being enough again.      he can just worry about himself.      he wonders if underneath that flame that beats and lashes out, if he is nothing more than a sacred boy who hasn't been promised to his family in good faith.     if he is a broken child, a broken childhood;   he vaguely remembers the flame hashira before him.     the multi-colored hair and eyes, but he did not have that INFERNO BLAZE that kyojuro turns on him now.      no, he is better.      he is something more.

          𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓.        it was unfortunate that he had stepped in, had found his way between him and the damn weakling with the earrings.        he had been dispatched for a REASON and you do not say no to your master.      his body still aches from the black ichor that he had spit upon the ground, the RESONANCE of upsetting lord muzan.      but his fingers press against skin that burns, that blazes, that attempts to purify him.    there is ANGER born in that gaze;    that speaks of how he has broken him, how he has shattered what had been HIS.      and there is regret in akaza's being, no matter how much he attempts to pretend there is not.    HE FEELS MORE THAN THE OTHER MOONS.     he is human in ways that shouldn't be accessible to him any longer.     but he feels the pounding of a heart and is pulled in, hypnotized by the beat of it, of the inferno that rages on.

          it feels like a fever that races across his skin.     he swallows, feels the pressure of it in his throat, then slips golden eyes up to observe through pink lashes.     there's a pounding in his head, in his heart, that attempts to sync up with kyojuro's no matter what his head says.     the one that warns him to go home, to avert himself away from the temptation of a human, a hashira of all things.      but he closes his eyes for a long moment, twists his own breath into his lungs.     ❝   it is not a matter of sharing.     it is a matter of safety.     surely even you wouldn't want to be lord muzan's pawn.   ❞        HE HASN'T WANTED TO BE ONE IN SO LONG.     it burns like fire in his lungs, in his heart, in what's left of his blackened soul.       fingers press tightly against a chest for a long moment, feel the steady inferno there, before he bites down the inhibitions that have kept him steady for so long.      ❝   go, little flame.    far from here before they realize that you have lived, that you are stronger than one of their highest ranking.   ❞        what would become of him if muzan were to find out?      he feels the phantom ache in his skin again, the pulsing of lord muzan's blood that is always turned into a weapon when he wants them to obey.         a careful touch, the tracing of blackened tips against the very spark that could harm.       ❝   and do not let this go out.   ❞