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intheclearblueskies · 1 year ago

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How You Met

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Tanjiro Kamado:

You met in the Final Selection.

He saved you from a demon, although neither of you ever got each other's names. You survived and went on to become a Slayer with the others.

Nezuko Kamado:

You met in Asakusa.

Well, maybe not met, per se, but you accidentally bumped into the Kamado siblings and apologized. You offered to buy them both some food, but Tanjiro politely declined and they kept going.

Zenitsu Agatsuma:

You met shortly after you got your first assignments as Slayers.

You were on your way to a village when you ran into Zenitsu, who immediately noticed that you were a girl and started groveling on his knees before you, begging you to marry him.

You tried to push him off, but he kept at it until he recognized you as one of the ones from the Selection. He then started begging you to protect him until you knocked him out with the handle of your sword and fled.

Inosuke Hashibira:

You met during the battle with Kyogai.

You were one of the ones who came as backup, although you mostly kept outside the battle due to the two boys rushing in immediately and leaving you on standby (your exact words were 'This is total bullshit', but Tanjiro pleaded for you to stay back in case they needed fresh backup. You couldn't say no). You helped guard Nezuko's box when Inosuke barged out of the house, adamant to fight.

You tried your best to fend him off, but you unfortunately sustained a nasty shoulder wound from his sword and collapsed, leaving Zenitsu to guard Nezuko alone.

Giyuu Tomioka:

You met during one of his visits to a Wisteria house.

Your family dedicated themselves to helping the Pillars, although you secretly detested them for their general behavior (Sanemi cussed you out when you accidentally spilled a pail of water on him, Tengen's tastes were a bit expensive, and both Obanai and Muichiro were too cold). So far, the only nice ones were Mitsuri, the love pillar, and shinobu, the insect pillar, although Shinobu's aura kinda freaked you out.

But one day, an injured man with unruly black hair in a ponytail came to your door. The water pillar, it seemed, a taciturn man whose name was Giyuu. You were wary around him, but he proved to be kind enough that when he left the next morning, you hoped he would come around again.

Kyojuro Rengoku:

You met during a demon attack on your village.

A rogue demon was going around killing and eating. It nearly got to your family, but luckily the flame pillar Kyojuro arrived and killed it just in time.

Your family vowed to repay the favor someday. You were so impressed with his exuberant demeanor and his moves that you were determined to meet him again.

Muichiro Tokito:

You met on the way to a hot spring.

You had just finished your job for the day and were on your way to relax in a well-known spring. On the way, you accidentally bumped into the mist pillar. You apologized, and he merely kept walking without acknowledging you.

It irked you, and you vowed that if you ever met him again, you'd give him a piece of your mind.

Shinobu Kocho:

You met at the Butterfly Estate.

You were badly wounded after a fight with one of the more powerful demons, and you were rushed off to the estate. While you healed, you met your superior, the insect pillar. She was rather kind to you during your stay, and when you were healed, you gave her a box of dango from your home village as a thank-you.

Gyomei Himejima:

You met during one of his vists to a Wisteria House.

You had grown rather curious about the taciturn man, and so when he visited, you went to his room and offered to talk while you both ate. Your parents were wary of it, but he didn't mind, so you two sat and talked for hours.

You were surprised to learn that he was blind, but he intrigued you with his stories. When he left the next morning, you hoped to see him again.

Sanemi Shinazugawa:

You met during a battle with a demon.

The battle against Lower Moon Six was a little tougher than you anticipated, but right at the last moment, Sanemi came in and stole your kill, slicing the demon's head off and winning the fight.

When you complimented him on a job well done, he curtly answered, "Tch, whatever. Don't be so damn careless next time; that demon nearly cut off your arm."

He was right, of course, but his tone and rude phrasing seriously pissed you off. You sent him off with a middle finger before going off to sulk back at your residence.

Akaza:

You were walking home late at night when you realized you were being watched. You drew your katana and looked for the source, but you could only find a pair of yellow eyes watching from a rooftop. It thoroughly creeped you out, but you weren't looking for a fight, so you sped up your trek.

Douma:

Your meeting was brief, but it stuck with you.

You were the student of the retired Ice pillar just yesterday, and while you were running an errand for them they were attacked by a Kizuki and killed. You came back to their body, and for the second time, you were an orphan. Now with nowhere to go, you stumbled upon a cult and a man with a plastic smile who called himself their leader. You politely refused his offer to stay, only meaning to stay the night before finding your hometown to make a new life. You left the next morning with some new friendships, food and a little more money, but his false endearing smile burned itself into your mind. You vowed to meet him again when you got your life on track.

Kokushibo:

Your family was sort of famous for being one of the first branches of the Wisteria family, the ones responsible for sheltering slayers and helping them out. Your ancestor was one of the ones helped out by the first slayers (and one of your paternal grandmothers became a Breath of Ice user -- a long-lost art now, only cultivated by one of your aunts).

You were now a slayer yourself and were on a mission when your squad was ambushed. One of them started screaming about an 'Upper Kizuki' and begged for someone to call for a pillar before they were killed. You were hidden in a knot of a tree, watching breathlessly as this mysterious person (a tall demon with long, unruly black hair in a ponytail) gracefully struck down your squad members.

Just as you were about to leave your hiding spot, you caught his eyes -- all six of them, to be exact. The sight of his unblinking, cold yellow irises made you faint from fear.

... Hours later, you were awoken by a worried Kanroji as she and Obanai looked over the area. Most of your companions were gone, probably to be devoured, only leaving you.

Muzan Kibutsuji:

You were going about your night as a shop employee in Asakusa when a handsome-looking man in a suit and fedora walked in. He seemed gravitated to something, going straight for the back, where you kept your stuffed animals.

He picked out a small stuffed rabbit and walked up to the counter. He flashed you a charming smile and handed it over.

"How cute," you commented with a small smile of your own as you rang him up. "That'll be 1,200 yen."

He pulled out a coinpurse and picked out some coins. He handed the correct amount to you and put it back in his pocket.

You nodded, handing him back the rabbit. "Thank you, sir. Have a wonderful evening."

"Thank you," he spoke for the first time, his deep voice resonating with you and making your cheeks go pink.

Even a while after he left, you stood there stunned. Secretly, you hoped he would come back again.

Yoriichi Tsugikuni:

By your 21st birthday you had completely given up on getting married; you were still trying to find a suitable match, and your parents were still losing hope in you. Your father had hoped that someone would want to marry you, but here you were: still single and depressed. What a mood.

One day, a demon attacked your village and managed to separate you from your parents. You screamed, bracing yourself for the killing blow... but suddenly, the demon was struck down by a blade, just inches away from you. You watched in awestruck horror as it began to disintegrate, and a man with long black hair in a ponytail stood before you, his hard eyes turning softer as he beheld you.

He made sure you were alright before bringing you back to your worried parents. Your father offered anything as a thank-you, but the man simply said he didn't want anything. He left after politely declining tea, leaving you gazing pensively at his back (and trying to ignore the stunned stares your parents were giving you).

"...shit, he's hot. Hope Dad doesn't try to set me up with him, boy would that be embarrassing."

#kny scenarios #kny x reader #kny x female reader #female reader #tanjiro kamado #nezuko kamado #zenitsu agatsuma #inosuke hashibira #tomioka giyuu #kyojuro rengoku #muichiro tokito #kocho shinobu #gyomei himejima #sanemi shinazugawa #akaza #douma #kokushibo #muzan kibutsuji #yoriichi tsugikuni

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chiharuhashibira · 1 year ago

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Hello everyone!

Writing here a next part to my first fic here in Tumblr, 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐤𝐨 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝'𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞. But yep, as you can see, I am Chiharu Hashibira and my fave part there is Inosuke's confused part. So, I'll write for my baby Inosuke HAHAHA

Also applying here the correction that was pointed out last time XD Using Kamuro now instead of Oiran on the flashbacks 💓 Also, this is kind of a Fix-it Fic for Inosuke. So if you don't like it, feel free to scroll XD Sankyuuu!

Hope you'll enjoy this Inosuke lovers!

W/N=wrong name

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑪𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒆

𝐀𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐈𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐗 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Content Warnings: Curse words but fluffy!

Preview:

Back when you were a kamuro, you caught Inoko red-handed. Yes, apparently, he is a man, Inosuke Hashibira, and he tries to find the demon that seems to be lurking in the Ogimoto House. But then, he needs to find that demon before Monjiro finds it first, so he tries to make you forget what you saw by... kissing you. Oh well, the guy had seen a man and a woman do it, and apparently, the woman had forgotten that they were in public. So yeah, you just ride with what he thought. (He is naive and adorable.) But the catch is... you need to stop him from making other people "forget".

Timeskip to ten years later... Ten years after the fight with Daki and Gyutaro. Also ten years of not seeing Inosuke ever again after he had saved your life.

It was unexpected. You didn't plan on liking Inosuke, but after that first incident, and after he had really saved you from the demon who roamed in your town, things became deeper.

You can't forget about his green eyes, his wonderful face, and that naivete. It's been years since you last saw him.

Yes. Years.

The Inoko and Inosuke that you met that night are now only lurking within your dreams.

"Perhaps he's already 25 by now. If he's still alive, perhaps he's even married by now."

You wondered as you looked up at the night sky. The day when he tried to "make you forget" came back into your head, which made you smile. You have missed the softness of his lips.

You will never exchange that moment for anything else. And perhaps that is the reason why you walked out of the possibility of being an oiran. You wouldn't want anyone to kiss you ever again, unless it was that beautiful kamuro... That same boar-head boy that you met ten years ago.

Surprisingly, despite turning down the opportunity to be promoted as an oiran, you still lived in the same town.

After the Daki and Gyutaro incident, you went out of the house and tried to find a good future outside the district. But that's when you got sick, and fortunately, a wonderful old woman had taken you in as her granddaughter. And after she passed, here you are, managing the house that she owns.

For years, you had been desperate, wishing that Inosuke would even drop by as a client. But that time never came, and you tried your best to make peace with the thought that perhaps the boy had died.

Inosuke had saved you after Daki's obi had already almost absorbed you. That's the last time you've seen the boy, and until now, you've still missed him a lot.

You stopped walking and fixed your kimono as you watched how lively the streets were tonight. For some reason, you felt eyes on you, and that caused a shiver on your spine.

You looked around, feeling confused, and there, in the midst of the crowd, your eyes landed on a man clad in a bright blue kimono. You swear that you will never forget those raven locks that are fading into blue at the tips. Also, those unruly bangs surprisingly don't cover his marvellous green eyes.

"Inosuke?"

Your whisper seems to travel into his senses, despite him standing 10 feet away from you. The curious lad turned in your direction with wondering eyes. The naivete in those green eyes seems to have long faded, but the same familiar aura envelops the man. This is definitely Inosuke.

His eyes pierced yours, and he walked in your direction with wonder. When he's finally face-to-face with you, Inosuke crosses his arms and tilts his head to the side. "Why do you know me?"

A tinge of pain stabbed your heart. Of course, why would he still remember you? It's clear that you're just one of the hundreds of people that he has saved.

You looked down in dismay and tightened your grip on your sleeve. But despite the dismay, you composed yourself and looked into his eyes. He made you forget before... Now, you'll make him remember.

"Oh... uh. I don't know if you can still remember, but I was a kamuro in the Ogimoto House ten years ago."

"Ogimoto House?"

"Yes. You... were... uh... Inoko back then."

Inosuke's eyes widened when you said that name. It seems like a part of him suddenly turned on.

You suddenly felt his hand wrap around your wrist. Inosuke suddenly pulled you onto a less busy part of the street, and there he placed his hand on your shoulder.

"So... you didn't forget?"

Your eyes widened. It seems like he still remembers the thing he did to you. "Inosuke..."

"Just so you know. We won over that demon!" Inosuke said proudly, with a smile that brought you back to how he looked back ten years ago.

"You actually saved me from that obi demon." You said that made the lad shrug his shoulders. "Glad to know that, W/N."

"Actually, I'm also glad to see you... alive. Like, why are you here, Inoko—I mean, Inosuke?"

"I was looking back to places where me and my old friends went when we were still slayers. But wait. How do you remember me?"

"Uh, like how you remembered me too? So, did you make lots of people 'forget'?"

You sighed and waited for his answer. What you really wanted to know was if the man had kissed a lot of women in those ten years.

But if he did, He would have known that kissing doesn't make people forget. Or is Inosuke really dumb?

"Forget? Pfft! Why would I want to make anyone forget about the great Inosuke Hashibira? I just did that on you because you might blow up my disguise."

So... he hasn't kissed anyone! The thought killed all the doubts in your heart. He's still the naive Inosuke, and that's what attracted you to him in the first place.

It's like with Inosuke; you can explore everything from a fresh perspective. He's the new perspective, and you cherished those little moments ten years ago for so long already.

"Inosuke, just so you know too... What you did won't make anyone forget it. It will make people remember you more."

Inosuke blinks and smiles. "Do you think I still haven't known after ten years, W/N?"

His next words made you astounded. Is this man pretending? You bit your lower lip and looked away, blushing. You wanted to ask him and know everything about his facade and mysteriousness, but Inosuke has already spoken.

"I've seen my friends kiss the people they love. Actually, I'm glad that you're the first one I kissed, even if that happened because of my stupidity."

You rolled your eyes at the man whose smile was big and proud. His features aren't as girly as before. It might seem like Inoko was just a dream of yours, just by looking at how Inosuke has grown.

You felt your heart beating as his green eyes pierced against yours with an unexplained glimpse. "Why?" You managed to ask, which made Inosuke hold your hand and squeeze it tight.

"I was actually wondering why I had this faint memory of a girl in this district, but even if I tried to ignore it, it always came back. So, I decided to solve this mystery, and you found me. Caught me in another disguise once again."

You blinked in confusion and crossed your arms. "What disguise are you talking about?"

"Disguise as the same innocent Inosuke as before. I've grown. And I hope you'll still be curious and want to know me for who I am today."

"Oh well, you've had that wisdom now. But you'd still be the same cute Inoko for me."

"You find Inoko cute? How about me?"

"I see you as my great saviour and the man whom I've always wanted to be with, even if you had already almost forgotten about me."

Inosuke rolled his eyes and patted your head. "Oh well. Perhaps we could start again then? Let me just make you forget about my idiocy a while ago."

And with that, the boar-head guy, the lad you have been dreaming of, finally closed the gap between your faces and kissed your lips passionately.

The feeling had brought you back to how it really felt ten years ago. You groaned against his lips, which made Inosuke smile at your kisses. After you pulled out...

"What just happened?"

"I just made you forget that we're in public. But I don't care anyway. Hmm, go out with me, Y/N?"

That's the first time he got your name right, which made you blush. You patted his cheek and said, "Of course, Inosuke. But this time, I won't let you escape."

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉

I'm so in love with Inosuke just so you know~ 🥹

So... there might be more aged up fics and NSFW stories for him soon hahaha! I'll do that when I am ready XD

Anyways, feel free to comment, reblog, or request a new fic!

Thank you once again my lovelies~

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

#demon slayer x reader #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer imagines #kimetsu no yaiba #inosuke #inosuke hashibira x reader #inosuke x reader #inosuke hashibira #hashibira inosuke #inosuke hashiriba #demon slayer inosuke #kny inosuke #inosuke x you #kny inoko

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cutiemochiii · 2 years ago

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Angel (pt. 2)

credit to the artist (wish I knew who it was) for the beautiful fanart

————————————————————————Even with her swollen face, Douma knew something was different about the woman. The fear that he smelled on her washed him with memories of his human life. Of people whose burdens were so great that they couldn’t care less about blubbering it all to a child with special eyes.

But it wasn’t just that; she wasn’t just there to complain to him about her life as she kneeled before him. Even without her voice, Douma had heard her plea. She was exhausted and wanted help, she wanted to be saved. And who was he, if not humanity’s great savior?

The face he fixed was so gentle, all the soft and fullness of beautiful youth. A desire to just gaze at her almost outweighed his desire to taste what he could only explain as spring. Her coal-black hair, delicate body and fresh blood. He almost worried that if he closed his eyes, she would be replaced with a field of flowers, even amidst the frost.

Her eyes were green, such a saturated color that it reminded Douma of the lush forest she had stumbled out of. It resembled the very earth that existed long before any of them had. It only made sense that just as the Earth, she too was a mother.

He helped her stand, walking her carefully towards the doors of his temple. She had called the man an angel, and he wanted to laugh, tell her how terribly mistaken she was. But he couldn’t bring himself to, not when her face looked so unfathomably hopeful. Now this, this was someone worth saving. Worth giving life to. “What’s your name?” He asked as they walked.

“Hashibira Kotoha.”

The name rang in Douma’s mind like wind chimes. “Kotoha,” he tested, and to his surprise, liked the way it sounded on his tongue. He smiled down at her. “You are safe now.” He assured.

Douma wondered if the woman had even realized she was holding her breath as she released it. He felt her anxieties flow out of her, like a murmuring creek spilling into a large river. And he was the river, carrying everyone and their worries inside of him.

“Where did you come from?” He asked as they finally reached the doors. She had been staring at them as if in a trance, when she flicked her gaze to the ground. “A village, on the other side of the forest.” She mumbled. By the way she reacted at the thought of the place, Douma knew she had been running for a reason. Before he could ask about it, Kotoha spoke. “What is this place?” She questioned. Her voice was a birdsong, and once again Douma wondered if she was the human incarnation of spring.

He smiled at her. “This, is the temple of the Eternal Paradise Faith.” He moved his arm in a sweeping motion, indicating to the temple to emphasize his point. He put a slender hand to his own chest. “And I, am its leader, Douma.” Kotoha’s eyes widened, and she dropped to her knees, prostrating. “I am so sorry, Lord Douma. I wasn’t aware-” “Oh no, please stand.” He cut in, smiling playfully. “Your son won’t last much longer if you keep dropping him into the snow.” There was a small silence before she stood. As she opened her mouth to speak once more, angry shouts sounded from the forest. They were loud, and fast approaching.

Douma felt Kotoha tense, and she stared at him with wide, frantic eyes. “Please,” her voice was a squeak. A tear rolled down her distressed face. “They’re here to hurt me. Please.” She pleaded. Her shaking hand was gripping his shirt. Douma looked back at the forest to see a woman and a large man lumber toward them. “You witch! How dare you run from me!” The man shouted.

They finally made it to where Kotoha and Douma stood, gasping for breaths. Hands on his knees, the man looked up at Douma. “Thank you so much for catching her. I apologize, my wife can act quite unlike herself sometimes.” He reached a tired arm out towards him. “I will take her back now. I hope she wasn’t much trouble for you.” He panted.

“Not at all,” Douma responded coolly, like a snake waiting for its prey’s moment of weakness. He still had his lazy smile plastered on his face. He felt Kotoha take a timid step back, standing close behind him. Her hand was still on his shirt. “In fact, I was just asking about her injuries. In her little journey, she seems to have gotten quite battered.”

“Oh, that’s normal. That girl is an awful clutz, after all.” The woman chimed in, as if she was making the situation any better. Douma stood still as a statue, his casual smirk unwavering. Realizing he was making no progress with him, the man tried appealing to Kotoha.

He reached his hand out, almost to touch her, but she shrank away from his grasp. “Darling,” his voice was strained, Douma knew he was barely keeping up his facade. Humans, so easy to read. “Come with me, let's head home.”

Douma looked behind him to the young woman, eyes void of any emotion. “Go on,” he urged. “You can go.” But Kotoha merely shook her head in silence, the scent of her fear overwhelming as she stared her husband down. Douma’s brows furrowed, looking at the man with feign confusion. “Hmm.” Douma crossed his arms. “Seems you wife doesn’t want to go with you. How bizarre.” Douma was practically taunting him, and he could tell her husband was becoming agitated.

For a second, he wondered what flavors the man would have. He’d definitely taste fermented, with all the booze Douma was sure he drank. That was fine, Douma enjoyed intoxication every once in a while. The woman however, would taste like poison. The kind that would work slow, until it had you twitching on the floor, confused as to how you got so ill. Douma would just take his time with her, to give his body time to absorb all the poison from her pathetic little fangs. The man had dropped his hand, curling it into a fist at his side. It trembled.

“I will ask you again, kindly give me back what I own.”

Douma laughed softly. “No.” He smiled menacingly at the man. The man shot him a glare.

“Bastard!” He yelled out, raising his fist in an attempt to attack Douma. Something landed in the snow with a soft thump. The man stared in horror at the blood pouring out of the stump that was once his hand. Him and the old lady both began to scream, the man using his other hand to attempt another assault, this one aimed for Kotoha. “You bitch!” He yelled out.

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Kotoha blinked, and the man was gurgling, clutching desperately at his throat. Blood was spurting violently from the deep cut on his neck, before Douma reached out a finger to push against her husband’s forehead. The head slumped all the way back, touching his spine and only hanging onto the rest of his body by a few stringy tendons. His struggling stopped, and he collapsed before Douma in the snow.

Kotoha didn’t realize just how much blood a person could spill. The red snow had spread and stained the bottom of her kimono. Douma lightly fanned himself with a gold fan that seemed to have materialized out of thin air. The silver edge of it was covered in thick, red fluid. “Man, I hate working up a sweat.” He sighed, as if he was complaining about some warm weather.

Her mother in law stared at her son’s body, her mouth gaping, eyes bulging to the point that Kotoha was afraid they would drop right out of their sockets. She put her hands up in surrender. “You know what? You can keep her, she wasn’t that important to me anyways. How much would you like for her? Maybe I can bring her stuff here for you! Since she left all her belongings back home. I hope she brings you good fortune and company! Consider this our payment for your kindness in finding her-” She rambled on feverishly, when suddenly she too started to choke, dropping to her knees before Douma.

“You speak far too much, hag.” He spoke, his voice dripping with sugar sweet malice. He glowered at her, face plastered with disdain as if looking at vermin. “Die.” The woman could only let out a petrified squeal, similar to that of a tortured pig. Her body broke apart, each joint sliced to pieces and bleeding.

What just happened? Kotoha wondered if she was hallucinating. Her heart was beating erratically. Eyes wide, she turned to look at the man standing beside her. “What,” she was gasping. “What are you?”

“Hmm?” Douma was looking at the carnage with an idle grin, eyes sparkling as they slid over to Kotoha. “My my, Hashibira Kotoha. It was like you said.” He brought the fan to his mouth, tongue running across the edge. His hand dropped to his side, face smeared with blood. He smiled wide, seeming to have forgotten all about the massacre he was responsible for.

“I’m an angel.”

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Authors Note: YAY!! PART 2!! Thank you for enjoying the first part, it means a lot to me. :) Now, as for more, this is as far as I have for now. I was thinking of writing more for these two (maybe that sad sad scene with baby Inosuke ;-;), but for now, this is what I got! I hope you enjoyed.

Part 1! Part 3!

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hinatastinygiant · 1 year ago

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Pairing: Uzui x Fem!Reader

The Emptiness You Left

You've never felt guilt more than now as you watch your sister get devoured by Doma. You're completely paralyzed by fear. You don't know what's wrong with you. You've never felt so frozen like that before. You've always been the one to stand up for the three of you. But now, you're just standing by as you watch your little sister get eaten alive.

Once he finishes, he looks over at you with blood dripping down his chin, a smirk growing across his face. Your heart races. You're next.

Before Doma can take a step, you suddenly feel a hand on your shoulder. You look up and, to your amazement, find your brother looking down at you. He grips hard onto the outfit you were given earlier that day and drags you up into the vent where he had been hiding.

"Quick, let's get you out of here," he says, turning around to lead you through.

You can't bring yourself to follow him, though. "What about you?"

"Come on!" he urges.

"Inosuke," you whisper, "what's going on?!"

Inosuke sighs and shows you a green emerald necklace that you would recognize anywhere. "Mom's necklace," you gasp.

"I'm going to find her and make him pay for whatever is going on here," he tells you.

"What the hell are you talking about?!"

"Shhh!" Inosuke puts his finger to his lips and looks down the vent's pathway. He then turns back to you, "That demon must be the reason Mom and Dad are dead! I'm not leaving until I avenge them."

"What are you saying? You're a human, there's no way-"

"I'm not leaving without killing him, Y/N," Inosuke interrupts.

You hate it, but you know there's no way to stop him. So, the two of you crawl through the vents until you finally make it outside. It's dark, and you don't recognize any of your surroundings.

"Are you sure you won't come with me?" you ask him one last time.

"Go," Inosuke replies, pointing his thumb over his shoulder. "Take care of yourself, okay? Don't end up like her."

You nod slowly, and Inosuke turns around to head back inside the building. But before he can get away, you throw your arms around the back of his neck and pull him into an awkward sibling hug. "I love you, Inosuke. Stay safe."

"Yeah," he says. "You too, Y/N."

You let go and then run in the opposite direction, not daring to look back. It starts to rain by the time you reach a village and, not looking where you are going, you bump into a woman about the same age as you.

"Sorry," you mutter, looking down at the ground.

"Sorry!" she repeats, looking up at you. Her black hair falls in her face and you can't help but think she is beautiful. "Here," she says, pulling a handkerchief out of her pocket and handing it to you. But as she gets a good look at your face, she quickly realizes something is wrong.

"Are you alright?" she asks.

"M-my sister..." you mutter, "she's dead. My little brother is still in there."

"Where?"

"Inside the building," you tell her, pointing back to where you came from.

She looks up and sees the big building in the distance.

"What happened to her?" she questions you calmly.

"We got taken here and separated. He- he ate her!" you explain, trying to keep yourself from breaking down in front of a complete stranger.

"Oh my!" she gasps, horrified by what you begin to describe to her. "Come with me. My name is Suma. Don't worry, you're safe now."

You look back at the building. Your heart is torn between wanting to stay and fight for your little brother and following this strange woman. She seems nice enough, though.

"What did you say your name was?" she hums as she guides you through the down.

"Y/N," you tell her. "Hashibira."

"That's a pretty name, Y/N Hashibira," she smiles.

You follow her silently for a bit until you come across a large estate.

"Come in," Suma says, sliding the door open and waving her hand. You enter the home and find a man with black hair sitting on the opposite side of the room, staring into space.

"Don't worry, Y/N, he can help," she says as she reaches out her hand to you.

Just as you take her hand in yours, the man looks up at the two of you and furrows his eyebrows. "Who is this, Suma?"

"My name is Y/N," you tell him softly. "I've lost my family."

"And you brought her here because?" he sighs, looking over at Suma.

"Because, Master, she needs a place to stay," Suma explains. "She is very distressed."

The man sighs and stands up to walk towards the two of you. He notices the dried blood on your arm from when your little sister dug her nails into your skin. He checks out the way the rain has poured down your body, making you shiver, and how tired your eyes look.

"What happened tonight?" he asks, walking back to his original seat.

"My sister got eaten by some person... And my brother saved me," you explain, looking down at the floor.

"Your brother? Where is he now?"

"Back there," you answer. "He wants revenge. But I want to protect him. I don't want him to end up like her."

Suma's eyes light up. "Your brother is still alive in there, too?! Master, can Y/N stay with us? She doesn't have anyone else to turn to."

The man stares at her for a second and then looks back at you. "Very well, she can stay."

"Thank you," you say, bowing.

"Come on, I'll show you around," Suma says, grabbing onto your arm.

"Thank you," you repeat to the man.

"Kagaya Ubuyashiki," he smiles, telling you his name.

"Master Ubuyashiki," you say.

"Suma, you're in charge of taking care of her," Ubuyashiki instructs.

"Yes, sir!"

The Emptiness You Left

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rui-ayaki-lower5 · 1 year ago

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So because mod can't find the original tally post heres a new one that has been updated... "X" means there are none on here yet...Also mod insisted on using first and last names to avoid confusion among those from alternate dimensions and timelines, if either is unlisted it is because it has not been revealed yet...And for those that are Un-named mod has been coming up with names for them and will be listed in parentheses.

Kamaboko squad:

Tanjiro Kamado: /////-///// (10)

Nezuko Kamado: /////-/// (8)

Zenitsu Agatsuma: /////-/// (8)

Inosuke Hashibira: /////-/ (6)

Murata: / (1)

Kanao Tsuyuri: /////-/ (6)

Genya Shinazugawa: /////-//// (9)

Hashira:

Giyuu Tomioka: /////-/////-///// (15)(nopenopenopenopenope-)

Shinobu Kocho: /////-/////-/////-/ (16) (NOPE)

Kyojuro Rengoku: /////-/////-/////-/ (16)

Tengen Uzui: /////-///// (10)

Mitsuri Kanroji: /////-/////-/////-/ (16)

Muichiro Tokito: /////-/////-/ (11)

Obanai Iguro: /////-/////-/// (13)

Sanemi Shinazugawa: /////-///// (10)

Gyomei Himejima: /////-/ (6)

Former Hashira:

Sakonji Urokodaki: / (1)

Jigoro Kuwajima: / (1)

Kanae Kocho: //// (4)

Shinjuro Rengoku: /// (3)

Yoriichi Tsugikuni: /////-//// (9) (oh HELL NO)

Kakushi & Other demon slayer core adjacent:

Sabito: ///// (5)

Makomo: //// (4)

Kiriya Ubuyashiki: / (1)

Kanata Ubuyashiki: / (1)

Kasugai crows: / (1)

Hotaro Haganezuka: // (2)

Yushiro: / (1)

Tamayo: ///// (5)

Chachamaru: / (1)

Ukogi/ "Chuntaro": X

Kakushi: / (1)

Kagaya Ubuyashiki: /////-/ (6)

Hinaki Ubuyashiki: / (1)

Nichika Ubuyashiki: / (1)

Kuina Ubuyashiki: / (1)

Sumi Nakahara: / (1)

Naho Takada: / (1)

Kiyo Terauchi: // (2)

Aoi Kanzaki: /// (3)

Kozo Kanamori: / (1)

Makio Uzui: /// (3)

Suma Uzui: //// (4)

Hinatsuru Uzui: //// (4)

Amane Ubuyashiki: // (2)

Kotetsu: / (1)

Kaburamaru: / (1)

Civilians/Slayer's Non-slayer Family Members:

Kie Kamado: / (1)

Takeo Kamado: / (1)

Hanako Kamado: / (1)

Shigeru Kamado: / (1)

Rokuta Kamado: / (1)

Udon salesman: / (1)

Tanjuro Kamado: // (2)

Ruka Rengoku: // (2)

Senjuro Rengoku: /////-/ (6)

Sumiyoshi Kamado: X

Suyako Kamado: X

Sumire Kamado: X

Kyogo Shinazugawa: X

Shizu Shinazugawa: X

Sumi Shinazugawa: X

Teiko Shinazugawa: X

Hiroshi Shinazugawa: X

Koto Shinazugawa: X

Shuya Shinazugawa: X

Yuichiro Tokito: // (2)

Mr.Tokito: X

Mrs.Tokito: X

Uta Tsugikuni: /// (3)

Tsutako Tomioka: / (1)

Kotoha Hashibira: // (2)

Kizuki:

Muzan Kibutsuji: /////- /////-/ (11) (i didn't say it mod did)

Kyogai: X

Rui Ayaki: ///// (5) (including myself)

Kamanue: / (1)

Mukago: / (1)

Wakuraba: X

Nakime Otokawa: /////-/ (6)

Rokuro: X

Enmu Tamio: /////-/////- / (11)

Akaza/Hakuji Soyama: /////-/////-///// (15)

Daki/Ume Shabana: /////-/////-/////- (15) (how are there more of daki than gyutaro??? Im not complaining but-???)

Gyutaro Shabana: /////-// (7) (how???)

Douma: /////-/////-/////-/ (16) (why tf are there so many?!)

Gyokko: ///// (5) (UGH as if one wasn't bad enough)

Hantengu: /////-/ (6)

Kokushibo/Mitchikatsu Tsugikuni: /////-/////-/////-/ (16)

Sekido: /////-/// (8)

Karaku: /////-//// (9)

Aizetsu: /////-/// (8)

Urogi: /////-//// (9)

Zohakuten: /////-/// (8) (how????)

Urami: /// (3) (how?????)

Kaigaku Inadama: /////-/ (6)

Hairo: X

Ubume: X

Demons:

Temple demon: / (1)

Final selection demon A (Koorogi): / (1)

Hand demon (Takumi): X

Swamp demon: X

Susumaru: // (2)

Yahaba: / (1)

Tongue demon (Shun): X

Horn demon (Ryōta): X

Spider mother (Miu): // (2)

Spider father (Taiki): X

Spider brother (Masami): X

Spider sister (non-ponytail) (Rini): / (1)

Spider sister (ponytail) (Oni): / (1)

Slasher: X

Snake demon: X

Flute demon: X

Demon adjacent civilians & Family:

Mrs.Ayaki (Tori Ayaki): X (😭)

Mr.Ayaki: X (😭)

Koyuki Soyama: / (1) (akaza-san please remember there are a lot of you and only one of her and all of you love her equally)

#kny tally #demon slayer tally #rp blog tally

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rubylarkspur22 · 1 year ago

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Hashira Backstories(🔥)

So! How did the Age/Fate Swap AU Hashira end up where they are? This is quite long, so I put the cut here.

Tanjirou and Nezuko Kamado: Tanjirou and Nezuko grew up with their parents and younger siblings. Their father, Tanjurou, was the Sun Hashira while the siblings were growing up, while Kie was most often in charge of the estate and the kids(even though the Kamado family has a staff, the family often does quite a few chores themselves). However, as tends to be the tragic norm for this family, it doesn't last. A demon found the Kamado home while Tanjirou was at Final Selection and Tanjurou was away on a mission. The demon managed to kill Kie and the younger four children, but Nezuko woke up in time to avoid meeting their fate. Tanjirou came home to his sister covered in blood and wounded, fighting off the demon despite not being finished training. Tanjirou, despite his own injuries, leapt in to save his little sister. The two had both sustained injuries that would later scar by the time their father arrived home and finished off the demon, but they survived. After the loss of their family, all three of the remaining Kamados struggled. Nezuko went to Final Selection a year later. When Tanjirou became eligible for the position of Sun Hashira at age 15, neither he nor Nezuko were surprised when their father retired. Nezuko became the Wind Hashira 2 years later, at age 16.

Inosuke Hashibira: Pretty much the same as canon, just earlier. He found out about his mom during a brief run-in with Douma, after which the Upper Moon let him go. "Out of respect for Kotoha" Douma claimed. Inosuke took it as an insult.

Zenitsu Agatsuma: Similar to canon, but no Kaigaku. Nezuko beat him into shape after they met, and Zenitsu fell in love(you cannot tell me that man doesn't want a woman that can kick his a**). He created a Seventh Form for Thunder Breathing, the mission leading to it being the one that made him a Hashira. Some believe he's a fake or stand-in Thunder Hashira, since he hasn't mastered the other 5 original forms, but he's working on it with Tanjirou's help. The perk of your best friend using THE Breathing Style of Breathing Styles!

Kanao Tsuyuri: After being sold by her parents, Kanao was found and saved by the woman who would later become her predecessor. A few years after being adopted by Lady Tsuyuri as the former Flower Hashira's daughter, Kanao met another girl by the name of Aoi Kanzaki. The two clicked, and became sisters in all but name and blood. Kanao picked up Flower Breathing quickly, attending Final Selection in the same year as Tanjirou. She was a fast and efficient Slayer, her sharp eyes proving a massive boon in the field. Between missions, Kanao helped Aoi train to perfect the Insect Breathing that Aoi would eventually create. Kanao did still need her coin, but was forced to make her own decisions on a shared mission with Tanjirou. He had already been trying to help her for some time, but that mission forced her to make a snap decision with his life on the line. Kanao and Aoi became Hashira around the same time, only a few weeks apart. The sisters were faced with Upper Moon 2, Douma, and Aoi didn't make it. Since then, Kanao's personality took a couple steps back. While she wasn't relying on her coin again, she became far more reserved unless she was in the company of a few select people.

Genya Shinazugawa: In this universe, Genya was the one to kill his mother, Shizu, when she became a demon. However, Genya ran away the second he realized what he had done, afraid of what his remaining brother(Sanemi) would think. He wandered Japan for a while, killing any demons he came across. He accidentally discovered his demon-eating ability when a demon managed to break loose from his trap, and he panicked. That's when he was found by a Demon Slayer who had been wandering the area on patrol. After explaining the situation, Genya was taken into the Corps and trained to become a Demon Slayer, attending the same Final Selection as Nezuko. He was the first Hashira in the Corps to reach that rank without a Breath Style.

Sabito: Instead of Sabito dying at Final Selection, it was Giyuu. Sabito returned Mount Sagiri riddled with guilt and a hatred for demons as deep as the sea. Ever since then, he's been merciless to demons, especially those who are selective with their victims. He repainted his kitsune mask with small blue details in honour of his fallen friend.

Sayo: Sayo was raised in a Buddhist Temple as a priestess. When she was old enough and had become a priestess, she began raising children in one of the temples. One of these children was Kaigaku, another was a blind boy named Gyomei. After a falling out between Kaigaku and the other children, Kaigaku retaliated by extinguishing the wisteria incense. Sayo noticed too late, and a demon attacked. She tried to protect the kids, but she was only 19 and hadn't learned any combat. Still, she fought with all her might and managed to hold the demon off until daybreak, losing sight in her left eye in the process. The only children to survive were Gyomei and Kaigaku, the latter of which ran off. When authorities arrived, they were quick to accuse Sayo of the murder of the other children. Gyomei tried to step in and defend the woman who looked after him and those other children, but no one believed him. He was blind, after all. How could he possibly have known who actually did it? Just as Sayo was about to be executed, however, it was halted by the leader of the Corps and Sun Hashira Kamado Tanjurou. The two offered to take Sayo, saving her life and introducing her to the Corps. Sayo eventually joined the Corps after finishing a brutal training regimen, becoming a Hashira in only two months after creating her own Breath Style(Crystal) from Stone Breathing.

Makio, Hinatsuru, and Suma Uzui: After being wed to their husband, Tengen, the family of shinobi and kunoichi ran away from their clan in search of freedom and a chance repent for the lives they took. As they ran, they crossed paths with a demon. Tengen was quick to step up in defense of his wives, and got badly injured as a result. Suma, Makio, and Hinatsuru all retaliated, battling the demon together until daybreak. A Demon Slayer arrived shortly after, offering to give Tengen medical care. The injuries Tengen sustained included respiratory injuries, while his wives each had scars of their own from the battle. After recovering, the three ex-kunoichi asked to become Demon Slayers despite their shared husband's protest. But after a long conversation, and several promises to stay safe and retired once they'd defeated an Upper Moon, Tengen agreed, and training began. The three Uzui wives remained a powerful and cohesive unit, and have been considered the second strongest Demon Slayer team, second only to the Kamado siblings. Meanwhile, though his injuries left him limited in how he could contribute, Tengen often does recon for his wives. When he isn't being treated by them at the estate, of course.

Yuichirou Tokito: The night a demon attacked the Tokito twins, Yuichirou couldn't get to Muichirou in time. The demon killed his twin in cold blood, and Yuichirou returned the favour tenfold. He never forgot that night, the image of Muichirou's lifeless body burned into his memory forever along with the guilt. Guilt for not saving his twin, guilt for his last words to Muichirou being cruel things he didn't mean. He knew Muichirou had to have hated him when he died, and felt his own life was a fluke. In Yuichirou's head, Muichirou should have lived. But it wouldn't change the fact Muichirou died, so Yuichirou fights in his twin's name.

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demonslayedher · 8 months ago

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do you have any headcanons for the reincarnations/chapter 205? :D

First off, when I read that chapter I was like... "I can't believe it's over... what a ride... BUT WHAT DID I JUST READ????"

Also, since canon only describes them as "descendants" and "a person who..." and never says "reincarnation" I don't technically think of them that way... although that is hard to do after the Obamitsu promise. My main issue with this is looking backwards; it's simply a matter of preference that I don't like thinking of Tanjiro and Nezuko as reincarnations of Sumiyoshi and Suyako (and I especially prefer to keep Yoriichi and Tanjuro as separate people), because I like the straightforward interpretation of inherited memories as something unique to this world.

So that being said!!

The modern day kids have really grown on me. : D Touko is my favorite. I have written some headcanons for them which I have tucked into fanworks that I'll link below.

--The Kamado family house was given to the Hashibira family, so Aoba still has ties there (although he doesn't live there). This is also why the Kamado boys live in the city. Theory expanded on here.

--If they are indeed reincarnations, then Kotoha was reincarnated as Aoba's mom, but she's a divorcee. Aoba's canonical younger brother has a wilder personality. I had a really nice time playing with Aoba interacting with his mom in this short fic, which also refers to the above theory and has interactions with other characters in the fallout of the blue spider lily failure.

--The Kamado family is so removed from their old charcoal past that they just FORGOT to give the oldest son a charcoal related name

--Touko inherited Zenitsu's wide range of strong emotions and expression. Although the women in their family are known for being nice and sweet, there is always what is called the "Agatsuma Demon Gene." However, it's unclear which great-grandparent this came from. There is no mention of Nezuko as a demon in any of "The Legend of Zenitsu" so Yoshiteru is convinced she was a demure girl who needed to stay out of the sunlight for health reasons. These are referred to in this collection of fanart/doodles of the Chapter 205 cast, as well as in this comic that was drawn before Volume 23 came out, so we were still under the impression that Kanata considered Touko his girlfriend (canonically, he does not, that evil flirt).

--More fun doodles of Touko with Zenitsu's expressions and Yoshiteru with Nezuko's expressions here

--Yoshiteru has Marfan Syndrome.

--This isn't so much a headcanon as an observation, but I love what Iguro being a chef and having a good luck snake emblem says about how he's been freed some his past. So I said that all at the end of this post about snake analysis as it relates to Iguro.

--I just kind love that Kiriya and Yushiro are friends???

--I don't know how I feel about the "they get together every year to do Kagura in the Breath styles" thing that was added later. It just doesn't seem to fit well with everything. First, the need for Breath technique is gone, so if Tanjiro decided to simply not teach the next generation, that would have been a fine statement. After all, they just keep the earrings in a framed box now. Second, it would imply that they all might recognize each other from having met every year. Touko would happily anticipate meeting her favorite gymnast every year, and she and Yoshiteru would both already have met Aoba plenty of times, as would Sumiyoshi, who supposedly only meets him when they are both sulking about being in trouble. Maybe they wouldn't recognize each other out of the context of being in the shrine for Kagura once a year, but those kinds of events usually take all day to set up, conduct, and then have a party afterward with lots of interaction. Plus, who was even around to pass on some of those Breaths??? And what kind of move is Thunderclap and Flash for a full Kagura dance???????? So my headcanon is that Touko has stayed home from it for the last few years, Yoshiteru has mostly just hung out with his distant cousins, Aoba's little brother is the one who has been doing it lately while Aoba has been busy as a student and then career botanist, and the dances are staged throughout the day at different times, so Flower Breath and Insect Breath are never around the same time as Thunder Breath so Yoshiteru never even encountered the girls. Also, the Corp had other survivors!! Maybe they're the ones who have been retaining most of these traditions in place of characters who did not survive to leave descendants!

Well that one turned into a rant. Anywayyyy.

--Reincarnated!?Shinobu is Giichi's babysitter and she finds him overly talkative, because irony is fun. (Also in fanart)

--Reincarnated!?Makomo is Reincarnated!?Urokodaki's granddaughter (also in the same fanart collection)

--Toujurou's dad has trouble keeping students in the kendo dojo, because bringing in KimeGaku elements is fun

--The cops take their coffee really, really sweet; it's totally loaded with sugar

Enjoy the things I linked!! They have more of my thoughts and fun with them!! : D

#Hashibira Aoba #Agatsuma Touko #Agatsuma Toko #Agatsuma Yoshiteru #Kamado Sumihiko #Kamado Kanata #And others

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wisteriamoons · 5 years ago

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Pinky Promise AU

Summary: Kotoha Lives AU! This is called the Pinky Promise AU. In a oneshot I wrote called “Pinky Promise,” Kotoha managed to escape Douma’s cult and live in a Wisteria House with an older woman named Himari. Shinjuro and a group of demon slayers stay one night a month later and Kotoha is given a final push to become a demon slayer and, eventually, a Pillar. You can just refer to this summary or feel free to look up “pinky promise au” tag on my blog(Lowkey scared to link it as ya’know posts with links tend to not show up in tags)

Also if you are not fully caught up on the manga DO NOT PRESS ON unless you don’t mind spoilers!!

-Kotoha spends five years training in an undetermined breath at first, however, she finds it hard and wants something to fit her own feelings, so she makes her own breath style; Bell Breathing

-Inspired by the one-hundred and eight rings of the nearby Buddist bell on New Years Eve, she decides to make the style. She wants to inspire people like bells do, with a balanced form set and sweet, comforting sounds

-Kotoha took to the bell motif seriously, even making a bracelet of small suzu bells and wearing it around her dominant wrist. The balls inside that make the bells ring are removable, making stealth missions easier

-Kotoha’s Nichirin Blade is colored a sort of pastel shade of yellow, and has aesthetic-only empty bell shells tied with a red ribbon on the end of the hilt. The guard is bell-shaped, naturally.

-Her blade forager was in fact Haganezuka, being one of the few people who stuck around even with his more rather… extreme personality. She’s one of his first clients, and they have a fairly close friendship-- she always has mitarashi dango for him when he visits or when she visits. She hasn’t broken her blade thus far

-Her uniform is the usual one but with a under-the-knee-length skirt like Kanao’s. She wears yellow tabi with zori underneath. She has a dark blue haori with yellow/white suzu bell designs all over it. She also wears her hair in a tight bun with a comb kinzashi with purple flowers and blue ribbon--she considers it a good luck charm. She also wears a bird masquerade mask and a cloth to wrap her hair in to cover her identity when on slaying missions, because,

-Kotoha is mainly into undercover and stealth missions due to her flexibility and natural beauty, making her fit in just about anywhere. She wears a kimono and more plain haori when out on such missions. No one suspects such a beautiful and gentle woman!

-Inosuke loves the sound of bells while growing up ‘cause they remind him heavily of his mother. He starts collecting various bells at the age of seven, keeping them in his room in the Hashibira Estate. Tanjiro finds this sweet while Zenitsu laughs at him for being so rough yet has such a soft hobby. Inosuke might’ve whacked him a couple times because of this

-Kotoha is a mother first, demon slayer second. Never changes, even after she becomes a Pillar

-Speaking of which, it only takes her up to a year to become a Pillar. She kept on insisting to take jobs, so her demon count rose very quickly. She also mastered Total Concentration within weeks with Himari and her mentor’s help

-Her and Inosuke have a very very close familial bond. They tell each other almost everything with no hesitance and do many things together. They might have one argument every few months, but it’s usually over something silly and it’s resolved quickly

-Hell, Kotoha even offered to teach him Bell Breathing but he refused, having already started to develop his own technique (which would be obviously Beast Breathing)

-Kotoha is without a doubt one of if not the first Pillar to trust Nezuko. She trusts her son unwaveringly with every vein in her body, and if he trusts her, then she does too

-Because of her Pillar status, her Estate is close to the Butterfly Estate and she has a close relationship with the Kocho sisters. She cares a lot for them, and mothered them a lot, seeing them also as daughters she never had

-She also has a close relationship with the Rengoku family, Shinjuro being an older brother to her and Ruka like a sister, and Kyojuro and Senjuro being nephews. Though they also saw her a second mother on occasion. Shinjuro helps Kotoha get used to being a Pillar and gave her advice before his wife’s death and subsequent alcoholism. Their relationship becomes strained after this, for obvious reasons

-On a lighter note, this means Inosuke is much closer to Kyojuro and Senjuro, having grown up with them, he sees them as brothers--making Kyojuro’s death a little more harder :)

-Speaking upon Inosuke, Inosuke has his original personality and abilities intact, but with more… class?

-He still likes to be competitive and has a stupidly high temper, but he’s also not constantly headbutting people and has slight more consideration of others. Also doesn’t have his boar head, and wears the normal demon slaying uniform (though has a habit of discarding the upper layer, and usually doesn’t wear a haori unless it’s winter). Still dumb as rocks though

-He also still prefers his swords chipped, but his original swords being chipped was from training too much with normal swords and found that when they’re chipped they cut better to him (plus lets be real he likes how they look) When he deliberately chips his new ones Kotoha does scold him for it for disrespecting his sword and sword maker, though admittedly found it just a tiny bit amusing

-He also adored animals as a child, finding boars especially to be really cool and studied their movements a lot along with other animals, which influenced him in many, many ways

-Inosuke can’t help but perhaps sometimes feel a little inferior compared to his mother. Don’t get me wrong, he loves her with every goddamn breath and won’t hesitate to tell her, but sometimes he feels he can’t match her skill. Kotoha tries to treat him equally but sometimes her constant mothering and protectiveness can be grating

-Kotoha holds a heavy grudge against Douma for basically fucking with her, and it only grows deeper after Kanae’s death. She’s in on Shinobu’s poisoning plan, and while she’s against it she knows she can’t stop Shinobu. Makes Shinobu’s death hard on Kotoha because she knows she should’ve been more assertive, but also knows it was what Shinobu wanted

-Inosuke still has a tight platonic bond with Shinobu, though he sees her more of a sister than a mother for obvious reasons. He also has a soft spot for Kanao, and while she’s older than him he still treats her like a little sister anyway. He was probably the first person she met around her age after being adopted into the Kocho family. Inosuke wasn’t too close to Kanae, but was also saddened and angry after her passing by a demon’s hands

-Inosuke is also on pretty decent terms with the little sister trio (they like to play with his hair, he lets them while he eats usually), though has a sort of tough relationship with Aoi since they both tend to clash heads. A bit of a crumb for you AoIno(?) shippers, but the two are on decently friendly terms, finding each other tolerable enough, they’re just both stubborn

-Kotoha also never tells Inosuke, at least not at first, why they lived in a Wisteria House and why Himari wasn’t his real grandma despite thinking she was. She fears it might bring him trauma or nightmares, big plus she doesn’t want him going after Douma

-It was a slight bit of a hassle for Inosuke to make his mother agree to making him a demon slayer too; she was obviously worried for his safety, but eventually wore down, but made him promise he try to be as careful as possible. This is obviously not followed through for many reasons, but we already know them so I won’t go into too much detail

-Treats pretty much almost everyone younger than her like her children in some way, shape, or form. She’s a heavy mother figure to everyone and wears this with pride (even if she sometimes doesn’t realize it)

-In fact, Zenitsu, Kyojuro, and Mitsuri are big offenders on accidentally calling her mom. It’s less accidental for Kyojuro as he knows he sees her as a mother and has been doing it ever since they met (‘cause children do that, it’s just grown to be a habit at this point, and plus Ruka never minded so it doesn’t bother him) though he’s more likely to call her “Aunt Koto” around others by now

-She’s close to Mitsuri and they sometimes swap feminine advice and cook together, and Mitsuri isn’t as embarrassed by calling her mom now than she was the first time she did. They have a tight bond and Kotoha sees her as the daughter she never had, exchanging secrets as well

-Zenitsu has an unclear past, so I hc that his parents were probably neglectful or died by the time of his debt. So, Kotoha becomes the mother figure he hasn’t had/never had in a long time. He def didn’t realize it at first and became heavily flustered and mortified. Kotoha found it adorable. Inosuke isn’t a big fan of this btw aksjasj but he tolerates it a little more as time goes on

-Zenitsu has had such a big helping of respect women juice because of Kotoha that he is less flirtatious and weird about girls, though his love for Nezuko doesn’t waver in the slightest

-Tanjiro also sees her as a mother, heavily reminding him of his own mother in fact. He respects her a lot, and even has platonic affection for her, especially after she so quickly accepts Nezuko despite her hate against demons

-She smells like freshly baked bread and flowers, and has a calming presence. She has a sweet sound to her, like suzu bells, as Zenitsu puts it

-Also she teaches Tanjiro how to properly take care of Nezuko’s hair and the like so Nezuko’s hair isn’t always a rat’s nest when they come back to the Estates

-Nezuko, speaking of, like Tamayo sees Kotoha as her own mother. Thus, Nezuko always feels calm around her and lets her wash her clothes and brush her hair

-Sanemi and Genya have subconscious drawings towards her, as the pattern keeps going, they see a lot of their own mom in her. While neither of them have called her mom ‘cause it’s painful to even think about, there’s no doubt they’ve had fleeting thoughts about her being a mom to them

-Muichiro also subconsciously sees her as a mother, with his memories gone he has no qualms about it but he doesn’t let it slip out loud. Likes it when she brushes his hair though. After his memories begin to return he doesn’t regret thinking of her as a mother

-Giyuu doesn’t have many maternal feelings, finding her protective nature to be a bit overwhelming, however he doesn’t hate her. In fact, Kotoha doesn’t hate him at all and loves him a lot. I think maybe he might see his sister in her a little actually

-Uzui has zero maternal feelings towards her as well, in fact he probably flirted with her a little. Nothing huge or meaningful, just harmless, it’s who he is. She never really realized it anyway, seeing him as just being nice, and cared enough but not enough to see him as a son. Saw her techniques as flamboyant, of course, and she was saddened by his departure from the Pillars

-Obanai feels a little… indifferent? Towards her? Like, he doesn’t hate her, but I don’t think he’d quite see her as a mother figure either. He does admire her drive though, and she cares about him enough to make them good partners in combat if need be

-Gyomei doesn’t have maternal feelings towards her either, since they’re extremely close in age, same for Kotoha. But he still does also admire her, tbh I can see them being more like just good friends and confidants. Being the two oldest Pillars they have much in common

-Kotoha and Ubuyashiki have a typical follower/leader relationship, considering he’s much younger than her she doesn’t see him as a father figure, but she does admire him a lot and is extremely loyal to him. She also finds his kids to be adorable and is friendly with his wife (Edit: I realize Kotoha most likely met him when he was 13-14, so yeah, def doesn’t see him as a father figure or anything. Probably thought he was adorable too aksjaksj)

-You want to face off both mother and son? Don’t.

-Seriously, don’t.

-You’ll regret it.

-See, they’re both ferociously protective of each other, and bounce off each other so well it’s fuckin bonkers! They go hand-in-hand, easily matching their breaths and everything. They’re like a machine together in battle. When they’re on their own they do well but when they’re together they do exceptionally. It’s both amazing and downright terrifying

-Need advice? Need a shoulder to cry on? Kotoha has your back

-Also, at least once a month all Pillars and any visiting demon slayers are invited to a feast at Kotoha’s, cooked by the woman herself and occasionally with the help of Mitsuri and Shinobu. The Ubuyashiki’s are always invited, but they never really make it. It’s still one night without any worry, just bonding time and fun, and that’s what matters

-Mother and son constantly write each other letters when apart, no matter how many miles are in between them, and give them to their crow to deliver. If one party doesn’t reply after the given time, the other is instantly going to look for them no matter what

-Also, I hc that Inosuke has ADHD and social anxiety. Kotoha is very patient with him and helps him through the daily struggles they bring, and he’s so grateful for this.

-While I don’t have any ships in mind for this au (except perhaps KanTan and ZenNezu, maybe AoIno if you squint), if anyone wants to take this au and mold it to their own ship (within reason--if I find you use this au to ship pedo/incest I will find you) I give you full permission. However, if you find yourself shipping Kotoha with anyone, I would like to note that she has a few walls put up due to the abuse she suffered, and it isn’t too easy for her to fall in love

Bell Breathing and it’s Techniques/Forms

-Bell Breathing involves a lot of speed, along with agility and grace. Kotoha became more flexible and obviously more quicker, along with some muscle. It involves many parries, quick strikes and counters.

-Kotoha developed this with her newly gained strength and her natural swiftness in mind, along with her warm personality

-There are currently six forms, three mainly defense and three offense.

-First Form: Voided Ringing- The user steps out of range of an attack before replacing it with their sword, slashing in an upwards motion at whatever the enemy was about to attack with

-Second Form: Suzu Dance- The user advances on their opponent slashing their blade in swift, shallow motions, aiming mainly for the arms

-Third Form: Crotal Advance- The user blocks their entire body with their blade, using all their strength, and then they twist the blade to slash whatever is attacking them

-Fourth Form: Chiming Deflection- The user deflects attacks in a circular motion with quick succession

-Fifth Form: Quiet Ringing in Winter- Much like Blessed Rain after the Drought, this move is used when an enemy surrenders, making it a swift and painless death, making a soft sound like jingle bells during Christmas--or, rather, like suzu bells during a Kagura dance

-Sixth Form: The Death Bell Tolls- The user goes as fast as possible, quite like they’re dancing around their opponent and then strike from the air, going straight for the neck in one swift round motion, making a sound like the ringing of a bell

Extra: I made Bell Breathing without one breath in mind as I researched different sword techniques and looked at all the breathing styles, and while I’ve been leaning towards Wind, Thunder/Sound or Water, but if anyone has an idea I’m open to hearing it

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kotoha hashibira #inosuke hashibira #pinky promise au #kotoha lives au #gonna repeat myself i refuse to believe kotoha kept her husband's last name much less gave it to her son #so her last name is hashibira #kny spoilers #kotoha becomes a pillar weehee #i am no expert on making breathing styles which is why i studied each one + irl sword techniques closely before thinking on bell breathing #so sorry if there seems to be any weird overlapping #i had TOO much fun making this au i really want to write more for it actually #sorry it's super long too but i like. i just had to get EVERY thought out

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musingmemories · 1 year ago

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One. Two. Three. Four. Five...

The speed of a hummingbird's wings.

As anticipated, Shinobu's attacks collided with the razor-sharp claws of Inosuke's monstrous one. Her body wanted to cry and curl into the fetal position from the blinding pain her neck and arm received, struggling to keep her consciousness afloat as she put her all and last breaths coursing through her veins to deliver her final blow.

SIX.

And a blood curling scream finally tore from her throat when her shoulder was forced to be dislocated. The scream continued as Inosuke's teeth ripped into her arm and then cut off eerily when his teeth gnashed into her neck, the last echoes ringing throughout the destroyed ruins of the Butterfly Mansion like ripples on water before stilling.

A captain going down with her ship.

Unable to speak, unable to focus on anything but her body's natural instinct to breathe, Shinobu managed to still smirk as she witnessed the poison she'd ingested over and over again start to take effect when his digestive system met her blood and flesh. It worked.

She'd always won in their little sparring matches back when he was a demon slayer. Taunted him again and again to not act so reckless and blind and to think of every single possibility before acting. In the end, it seemed Inosuke too would perish, at daybreak. At least during the next few moments she could watch him sadly as he deteriorated from the inside out while his regenerative cells struggled to keep up with the breakdown of her poison.

Ironic, considering it hadn't even been for him, but for the demon with the fans that had killed her sister. Heart wrenching, a former friend turned enemy that would die with her side by side. Shinobu felt herself reach out for him, a last hope, perhaps a Tanjiro-inspired influence. To hold his hand, at least, in their last moments if Inosuke remembered who she was. A strained gurgle as she struggled to say his name.

Inosuke Hashibira.

@whirling-fangs

There was no humanity left to be found in those emerald irises. The pupils slanted like a beast's, reduced to thin lines that crossed through the eyes, a display of the blind rage that coursed through the monster's veins.

He wasn't stopping. Even when he felt danger burn in several spots around his body, he did not change his course. He did not feel the need to.

Her blade was too weak. Her poisons were a hindrance, but they weren't lethal.

Or so he believed.

Nichirin sunk into his flesh, injecting its venom in each spot it found. He bothered not to deflect her strikes, his claws locked on their targets – her neck and her arm. Sharp claws dug into her throat, keeping her body locked in place while his other arm gave a sharp tug on her arm.

Her shoulder would dislocate with a nasty noise. Kiba could already feel the poison burning through his veins, devouring his flesh and nerves, his very structure breaking down before the Hashira's eyes. This was worse than he'd expected.

He had underestimated her... but this wasn't over. As long as he could regenerate longer than her poison worked, he would be fine. He only needed a little boost, just in case.

An arm. That ought to be enough flesh to keep his body fueled.

Sharp fangs tore into her upper arm, aiming to chomp through fabric, nerves and bones alike. Devour as much as he could, while his fangs sunk even deeper in her throat, keeping the air from travelling to her lungs.

Her blood poured into his mouth, her flesh broken down under the strength of his jaws. He expected to feel relief, to feel new strength seep into his flesh as he assimilated hers.

It was all the opposite. In his haste, he had forgotten about his initial hunch.

Her flesh was poisoned.

#( a familiar taste of poison ; shinobu kocho )#whirling-fangs #I'M SO DEPRESSED AND SAD AND CRYING #i'm good on my end if you want to reply with yours :')#tw gore #tw violence #tw violent death

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totallynotsweetheartsbelloved · 2 years ago

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Traveler-chan

Totally not based on some of jenitsu’s stories

A/N this is my first time writing a fanfic on here sorry if it sucks, If I missed any warnings and sorry that it is cut short, i might make a part 2

Zenitsu x Fem! y/n

Warnings: death,demons (obviously),nickname angel (used once)

You were running to find help from a member of the demon slayer corps, you needed them to kill a demon that had killed almost everyone in your village, everytime the men would go out and try to fight it, they were killed and eaten almost instantly. They were lucky if they tried fighting it and lasted more than a minute. You obviously couldn’t fight it! You were a girl, girls don't fight. Or so I've been told. You were lost in thought when all of a sudden you feel yourself crash against something causing you to hit the floor. “GAAAAH! I’M SO SORRY!” you look up to see a blond boy who looked like he was around the same age as you. “Zenitsu! You have to be more careful." Said the red-headed boy beside him, he was quick to turn his focus towards you, who was still on the floor. The boy extended a hand. “I am very sorry about him Miss…” he went silent it took you a moment to process that he wanted to know your name “huh? OH! Y/N! MY NAME IS..” you calmed yourself down before finishing your sentence “my name is y/n l/n. How about you two?” you ask, hoping that the awkwardness will clear off. “HEY! WHY DIDN’T YOU NOTICE ME!” shouted a voice from behind you. You yelp. “MY NAME IS INOSUKE HASHIBIRA AND I'M KING OF THE MOUNTAINS!” yelled the… boy? Boar? You couldn't tell what he was. “My name is tanjiro kamado! And this is zenitsu agatsuma! It is nice to meet you miss l/n” said the red-headed boy with a bright smile on his face. “So.. Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke?” you ask with your sweetest face. “That's us! Also, can I ask do you have a husband?” asks Zenitsu with puppy dog eyes. “Um… no I don’t.” you say, frowning. “W…WELL I CAN BE YOUR HUSBAND!” zenitsu blurted out. You felt a heat swell up in your cheeks. Is he really trying to get me to Marry him? Haven't we literally just met? At this point in my life I would happily marry a trash can as long as I got married, so why decline this charming boys offer? “Ok, if you really mean it.” Zenitsu’s face goes pale for, he can’t believe you said yes. Didnt you only just meet him? He doesn’t care. Why would he when he now has a super cute fiance! Meanwhile Inosuke and Tanjiro are both in a state of shock at the fact you said yes. “What is your job Miss l/n?” asked tanjiro trying to change the subject. “You dont need to be so formal tanjiro! Just call me y/n” you said giggling “but to answer your question, i am a traveler.” i am just waiting to hear them say ‘but thats a man’s job!’ “We could call her traveler. “Her name is too hard to pronounce! So we can just call her traveler” Said inosuke. Seeming rather proud of himself “are you ok with that y/n?” asked tanjiro with that same sun-kissed smile he gave you when you first encountered eachother. “Ok. you can call me traveler.” Zenitsu leaped onto you, holding you close "Y/N!!!! MY ANGEL!!” squealed zenitsu. You told the boys about your situation, you led them to your village, they slayed the demon and helped everyone that was injured.

#zenitsu agatsuma #tanjiro x reader #zenitsu x reader #demon slayer

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hakkai-anon · 3 years ago

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If anime characters from other animes met, that I think would be ✨iconic✨

Pt1? (Slight remake + under editing)

A/N: This is just a series of anime characters from different franchises that I think could be iconic ^^ the animes involved are My Hero Academia, Fairy Tail, HxH, Black Lagoon, Tokyo Revengers, and most likely more I'll list the anime the character as I do this XD

✧─── ･｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

Revy [Black Lagoon]: What the fuck is on your head?

William Vangeance [Black Clover]: Oh, it's my mask-

Revy: Take it off, it looks stupid as fuck

Rock [Black Lagoon]: Revy that's-

Revy: What?? I ain't lying!?

Rock: This isn't Roanapur!? You can't just say stuff like that. Dutch said to be on our best behavior-

William Vangeance: It's alright really!-

Revy: I don't give a damn? I'm just stating my opinion. The mask is ugly as shit!

Rock, sighing: I'm so sorry about her-

William Vangeance: No worries!

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Takemichi Hanagaki [Tokyo Revengers]: I want help people and my friends but I keep injuring myself in the process... There's also this kid I saved once.

Izuku Midoriya [BNHA], in tears: Me too! Wanna go find people to help and break our bones

Takemichi: Oh ok! Sure-

Ochako Uraraka [BNHA] and Ken 'Draken' Ryuguji [Tokyo Revengers], in unison: DEKU/TAKEMICHI NO-

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Shoot Todoroki [BNHA]: I knew it. Endeavor wasn't my real dad. You guys are

Gray Fullbuster [Fairy Tail]: ....

Natsu Dragneel [Fairy Tail]: O. O wait I have a son-

*Gray smacks Natsu upside the neck

Gray: NO YOU DUMBASS

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Baji Keisuke [Tokyo Revengers]: Eh? Weren't that much alike!

Inosuke Hashibira [Demon Slayer]: Yeah! Were not!

Chifuyu: Well... You're both bad at writing and reading, you're both rather chaotic, you're both pretty feminine looking-

Baji: Yk what fuck this, I'mma go burn cars down-

Inosuke: Eh? What's a "car"?

Baji: Wait seriously!? You don't know what a car is? I'll show you, cmon follow me!

Inosuke, now hyped: Hell yeah!

Chifuyu: ..... I'mma go get Mitsuya-

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Mitsuya Takashi [Tokyo Revengers]: So you're the mom in your friend group as well?

Kōshi Sugawara [Haikyuu]: Ehe, yup!

Mitsuya: [sighs] it's a little frustrating..

Sugawara: Yeah, I can relate to that! But it's also nice. Your friends love you dear, I can tell. And trust me, things get better I promise!

Mitsuya: ... Yk I wouldn't have really believed that but because it's coming from you it just made my day. Thanks! And same to you!

Sugawara: ^^ you're welcome

Mitsuya: So uh, wanna go to the cafe-

*Chifuyu comes sprinting and yelling

Chifuyu: MITSUYA HELP BAJI AND THIS BLUE-BLACK HAIRED GIRL ARE IGNITING CARS WITH DYNAMITE-

Mitsuya: what-

Tanjiro [Demon Slayer], who was simply walking by: a blue and black haired girl? Hm sounds weird, I should help-...wait................ That sounds a lot like Inosuke-.. INOSUKEEEEE-

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Eijiro Kirishima [BNHA]: bro...

Kaito Momota [Danganronpa: V3]: .. Bro

Kirishima: Brooo ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

Kaito: Bro! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

*Kaito and Kirishima slam their hands together into a hand shake

Kaito: BROOO!

Kirishima: YOU'RE SO MANLY BRO!

Kaito: YOU ARE TOO MAN!

???: ... Can I be a bro?

*They look beside them

Gon [HxH]: :0

*They pull him in

Kaito: Of course you can!

Maki Harukawa [Danganronpa: V3]: . . . . Fuck this I'm getting some coffee

Killua [HxH]: Hm how sweet (thinking: I'm gonna kill them if they even hurt Gon)

Katsuki Bakugo [BNHA]: SHITTY HAIR GET BACK HERE-

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Naruto [Naruto]: OOOOOH :0

Nahoya 'Smiley' Kawata [Tokyo Revengers]: Here ya go!

*Smiley gives him a bowl of ramen

Souya 'Angry' Kawata [Tokyo Revengers]: Oh wow-

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Leon Kawata [Danganronpa: THH]: Ay, name's Leon Kawata

Smiley: ... hOLD UP- KAWATA!?

Angry: Woah... Hey our last names are Kawata too.

Leon: WAIT SERIOUSLY!? Dude that's sick!-

Shoyo Hinata [Haikyuu], from a distance: [gasp] OMG! KAGEYAMA LOOK!

*Shoyo runs over to them

Smiley: :000 wait- oh.. Shit

Shoyo: YOUR HAIR IS ALMOST EXACTLY LIKE MINE! 😃✨

Smiley: ikr!?

Leon: This is lit!

Ray [Promised Neverland], standing nearby with Emma: ..... I think I found your family-

Emma [Promise Neverland]: Huh?- .... GASP!!

*Emma drops everything and runs over

Tobio Kageyama [Haikyuu] and Angry in unison: another one!?

*They all group hug

All the "oranges": LONG LOST SIBLINGS!!

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Alright, this is it for now.

Repost if you wanna add more to this (plz do I like reading your opinions and stuff). If you do maybe leave a dialogue like I did!

Btw I know more anime than just this I just ain't post em (they'll most likely be in pt2) here are some other animes including games I know

Seven Deadly Sins

Twisted Wonderland

Obey me Shall we date

Hellsing

Cookie Run (Human ed.)

All the Danganronpa games and the anime

Berserk

Baki (a little bit)

Attack on Titan

One Punch Man

One Piece

Assassination Classroom

The Disastrous Life of Sailing K

Tag list: @chiaki3nanami @mulletmitsuya @souyasbabyy @usernamerenn @tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang @severellamahottub @izanasupremacy @idiotic-writer @himeee @periwinkleee @benkeibear @drendricksonslashauthor @akimochi10 @raamitsu @lollily @angrysupremacy

And if you see this, just consider yourself tagged ^^

#tokyo revengers #fairy tail #black lagoon #haikyuu!!#promised neverland #danganronpa #hunter x hunter #boku no hero academia #demon slayer #anime crossover #crossover scenario #Lol what chaos did I just unleash

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cryopathiic-a · 1 year ago

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Gyokko's appearance was unnerving; if Upper Two had nerves to lose in the first place. Usually, Kizuki were not summoned in numbers. For that rare occurrence to take place, there would have to be a pivotal reason. And so Upper Five's pots were a bad sign. Fortunately, Dōma's frigid nature comes with a perk; he can be calm, and remain calm even as he walks into a mausoleum, a splatter of blood, guts and human remains greeting him alongside the telltale smell of blood. He sits, on the filthy floor, and his ensemble is a stark juxtaposition to the scenery; a kimono in white silk and golden gilding, an image of innocence and purity, sat amidst the carnage.

Something is going on. What has Gyokko been sent to look for? There's limited access to information, on his end. And it makes them wonder... will the outcome of that search affect their fate as well? That's disturbing to think; that a loser like Upper Five holds their thread of fate in these abominable babyarms.

At first, Upper Two had worn the usual amicable smile, bowing their head without needing to be told; they had grasped the gravity of the situation. Only one last lower moon was left breathing; and Dōma would wager it hadn't been for good. A new task? Truly, a part of him had thought she simply meant to ask for his council-

Hashibira Kotoha.

If paper could grow whiter, it might dream of reaching the paleness of their features in that moment. Fingers gave away the slightest twitch. Of all the things she could have asked them, held against them, hell, even blamed them for their last encounter and somehow find a way to reconstruct this entire catastrophe as their fault; that name was completely irrelevant.

And that was worse; because it was sudden, unpredictable and bone-chilling cold.

Kocho Kanae.

Dōma sunk back into his knees, a glimpse spared at the pot in the corner. That sick fish fuck must be enjoying this, huh. Their eyes were wide, yet still tranquil when browsing a still living human head - the man was weakly moving a finger, reaching out towards them. Prismatic hues briefly observed his features, before returning to her. He still only wore a lukewarm sobriety.

❝ Humans, my Lord. ❞ Uttered softly. Their hands were splayed in their lap, palms facing up; a sign of submission. ❝ The first, a woman that had lived under my care. And the second, was a pillar I have defeated. ❞ It was not a boast; he sounded neutral about it. There was a pregnant pause, and he merely watched her pet the remains in her lap. This wasn't good. This was too personal, and too sudden. Her questions were almost building up to a deliberate transgression; so she could find some reason to punish them harshly.

❝ Lord Muzan? I understand you are frustrated, but, you already know these things. ❞ He reached up, to tuck a strand of his own hair behind his ear in a bashful fashion. The usual jubilance was nowhere to be found now; even if they had retained their childlike mannerisms, a small voice and big, wet eyes. ❝ I'm worried about your feelings, Master. ❞ And it wouldn't come across as a lie. He acted concerned; for the outcome. Shoulders rose, his head canting in a darling fashion, fidgeting with the rim of his kimono as he asked;

❝ How may I make you feel better? ❞ This time, however, there was an underlying urgency to the question. He knew he would not be getting a simple answer.

#(( muzan: hashibira kotoha doma vc: oh shit. oh fuck. shit. ))#fallesto #(( bro is pulling every trick he just uwu 'am babygirl' ))

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silverynight · 4 years ago

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Silvery, I had this idea right as I was about to go to bed and I have never yeet'ed myself out of bed faster in order to share it. Tanjirou decides to perform the Hinokami Kagura for the upcoming new year, for the first time since his family deaths and his sister is now awake. He invites his friends of course but when word reaches the Pillars, interested they decide to ask if they can watch as well. They aren't ready for the outfit or the mesmerizing Dance of the Fire God.

I'm happy you decided to share this with me! 🥰

***

Placing a hand on her heart, the love hashira feels grateful that they all arrived in time for the ceremony.

It's cold at first, although the snow is beautiful as it falls gently all over the Pillars and Kamado's friends. Kanroji is glad to be there; when they heard about the ceremony and how special it was for Kamado's family, Tomioka and Rengoku sent both letters to the young demon slayer to ask if they could be there as well.

They were all invited at the end, which is not exactly what Rengoku wanted because he's always been a little possessive in her opinion, however now he seems to have forgotten about his problems.

All of them have; they're standing so still, with their eyes focused on the figure in front of them. Tanjirou (as Kanroji has heard Tomioka call him a couple of times, when he thinks no one else is listening) is performing the Dance of the Fire God, something none of the hashira has heard before.

It's mesmerizing though. It doesn't need any music, only the sound of the bells as Kamado moves the wooden sword in his hands. He's the only thing that night that's surrounded by firelight; a circle of fire that shouldn't be enough to protect someone from the cold, especially someone dancing barefoot outside.

But that's not exactly the purpose of the fire circle, is it? No, it's an offer to the Fire God.

On her left side, she hears Tomioka gasp and she knows he's started to feel it as well. The warmth. It's coming right from boy with dark red hair, in waves...

The hashira are impressed, she can feel it... They have forgotten about the cold, even if it keeps snowing.

Rengoku is fascinated, of course he is; it's fire, something that is part of him, a language he speaks very well.

"My boy..." He breathes.

Kanroji smiles to herself; she knows the flame hashira didn't mean for that to be heard for anyone other than himself, but he's right next to her and everything... everyone is silent at the moment.

As he knows about flames and fire, Kanroji speaks the language of hearts and knows when one has been given away to another person. And Rengoku's heart is no longer his.

The sister is watching as well, Nezuko. A demon they all have learned to accept as part of the slayers. Kanroji realizes that she's been crying, and Agatsuma is hugging her close to him.

But she's not sad... The demon is watching her brother with pride in her eyes.

Kamado's hair has grown a little bit, it looks good on him and it goes excellent with the performance; for a moment he looks almost ethereal, unreachable. She knows the Pillars have been mesmerized by the movements; the way he turns and spins with his body is both gentle and deadly, a combination most of the hashira find very appealing.

"Tanjirou is really pretty, isn't he?" Uzui's comment doesn't break the spell, it adds something to the performance actually, because Kanroji knows that everyone agrees with him.

The white fabric covering his face moves like a veil every time he turns; they get glimpses of eyes, lips and the tip of his nose, but the focus and the kindness of his expression is what takes a couple of breaths away.

Tomioka hasn't looked away, it's almost like he hasn't even blinked since Tanjirou started dancing.

For a moment, Kanroji thinks she can see his aura, it's strong but filled with kindness. Kocho covers her eyes, probably caught up in a memory of her sister, but stares back at Kamado quickly.

It's exactly that, isn't it? The reason why they all have become really protective of him... Tanjirou has a rare, gentle soul, that's constantly sharing his warmth with everyone around him.

And they don't want to lose that. They don't want the cold to touch their skin, even though they all have suffered enough already and some of them swear they're immune to the pain now.

Kanroji knows some of them would kill for him, and she's very much sure Tomioka and Rengoku are willing to die in order to protect him. They have proven it a couple of times already.

When Kamado stops, his sister runs into his arms, Hashibira and Agatsuma get closer to them and the last two start arguing about something.

Kamado looks exhausted, but happy.

"I think I have a problem," Rengoku mumbles, blushing slightly as he covers his face with one hand.

"I think Tomioka is thinking the same," she tells him, prompting the water hashira's cheeks to turn pink as well. "But don't call it that. Love is not a problem, love is something beautiful."

The Pillars don't have time to protest because Tanjirou (for some reason is easier to call him by his first name now) gets closer to them.

"Thanks for coming here!" He bows, the veil is gone now so they all can see the glimmer in his eyes and the way he beams at them.

"You were excellent," Muichiro praises him and everyone is surprised because he gets distracted easily by almost everything around him.

"Are you alright, my boy?" Rengoku has finally noticed the exhaustion in those gentle eyes and the fact that Tanjirou is still walking barefoot.

However, Tomioka is faster than him and carries the young demon slayer in his arms effortlessly.

"I'll take you back inside," he says.

When they're back in Tanjirou's house, they all offer to help the Kamados make dinner. It's a disaster but they all have a great time together.

Kanroji looks outside and for the first time in a while, she knows nothing bad will happen that night.

The dance of the Fire God has brought them even closer somehow.

They've finally become a family.

***

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Periwinkles

Originally posted at AO3

Fandom: Kimetsu no Yaiba

Pairing: GiyuuTan

The first time Kamado Tanjirou met Tomioka Giyuu, he was eight years old.

His Ma and Pa came out of the back door, away from their old oven where the last batch of the shokupan was left to sit, maybe to burn, since little Tanjirou thought something must be wrong. There was haste in his father’s steps, hurried and careful. His mother’s strides were stiff, nervous, unsure. Nezuko, his little sister, was pulling on the grass where she sat, streaks of bright sunlight bouncing off her giggling face.

Tanjirou watched his parents trek up to the end of the street on that little hill in the middle of a city they call home.

He saw every adult from the neighborhood walk the same path, disappearing behind the gates of Nishida-san’s house.

Except for one unfamiliar uncle.

The said uncle, who looked too western, who looked like those uncles from foreigner spy movies his father loved watching, stood unmoving under the waiting shed just across the Kamados’ home. He was looking towards the end of the street too, where all the adults had disappeared, but made no move to follow. He was holding a black book close to his chest, and little Tanjirou couldn’t see anything aside from three blue lines on the cover of it.

New neighbor? “Uncle!” he called out to the man, jumping on his feet and waving his little palm enthusiastically. His young mind wouldn’t have noticed, but whenever Tanjirou would look back to this moment, he finds it weird how everything just disappeared – no adult to reprimand him because he was talking to a stranger, no chirping of the sparrows perched on the wisteria tree behind their fence, no sound from the nearby train station.

Maybe he dislikes being called uncle? The unfamiliar man with raven black hair and pale skin didn’t heed his call, not sparing a glance at the curious boy trying to catch his attention. Tanjirou took the man’s cold demeanor as a sign of discomfort, probably because he may be new to the neighbourhood. But it did not stop him from crossing the street, diligently looking to his left and right, twice to be absolutely sure, just like how his Pa taught him.

“Uncle,” his tiny hands pulled at the hem of the coat the pale man wore.

Tanjirou saw how the most beautiful pair of eyes, blue like the noon skies and the periwinkles he picks behind the hill where the Hashibiras live, looked down on his little self with disbelief. The man continued to gawk on him, gaping and frozen in his place. He clutched the thick book closer to his chest, tightening his grasp on its spine. The blue lines seemed to shimmer, a quick flash of shine running through the three lines, but Tanjirou thought nothing of it. After all, it’s almost naptime, his eyes may be playing tricks on him at the moment.

“You-“ the pale man with the clothes of a spy and the eyes of the sky swallowed, eyeing little Tanjirou with hesitation. “-you can see me?”

“Uhhh,” Tanjirou looked around, but neither his parents nor the neighbor uncles and aunts were in sight. “Am I not supposed to? Are you hiding from anyone?”

“How, how is this possible?” the boy heard the pale man whispered, his own burgundy eyes examining the leather shoes he wore. Those are pretty shoes, but he never saw his father wear one. Maybe, when he gets a little bigger, he will get the same pair for his Pa. “You never saw me before. Not even once, not even when you d-“ the man with blue eyes bit his bottom lips and stopped muttering to himself. “What’s the difference this time?”

“Uh-oh, no,” Tanjirou shook his head, the hanafuda card earrings swaying along his movement. “Are you new here, Uncle? Are you lost? My Ma and Pa went to Nishida-san’s house but if you’re hungry I can get you these anpans my Pa made! They sell out really, really fast and I’m lucky Ma keeps some for me and my little sister before taking them to the store-“

By the time Tanjirou realised the lost uncle was never really listening to him in the first place, he could already hear the faint wailing and sobbing from the house at the end of the street. However, before he could ask, he heard the lost uncle take a shaky breath, pinching the base of his nose in annoyance, Tanjirou wasn’t sure, before carefully opening his book to a certain page. The pale uncle traced what the little burgundy-haired boy could only imagine were words, before softly uttering the name he knew very well.

“Nishida Sora. 58. Lung disease.”

“Oh!” Tanjirou bounced on his feet at the idea. “You know Nishida-san? Are you here for him? If you don’t know where he lives, just walk to the end of the street. You’ll see a really huge wooden gate with crow carvings. That’s where he lives!”

The pale, blue-eyed uncle didn’t even acknowledge his words.

“If you want, I can walk with you. I just need to take Nezuko with-“

The lost uncle gently tugged on his collar to stop him from running back to their home. “I know where it is, tiny human.”

“Owwkay, big human!” The man visibly grimaced at his words, yet Tanjirou beamed. “Are you his doctor?”

The big human seemed to be ignoring him again.

“Sensei?”

“Uncle?”

“Sir?”

“Grandpa?”

“Grandpa? Do I look that old?” Blue eyes met tiny burgundy ones again, offended, making Tanjirou giggle on the back of his hand. The little boy just shrugged, rocking back and forth on the heel of his feet. He saw the uncle sighed once more before shaking his head. “Cheeky tiny human.”

Tanjirou pretended to know what cheeky meant, tilting his head to the side to get a proper look at the man who was ignoring him a minute ago. “Are you Nishidan-san’s relative? I can introduce you if you want?”

“No. I am here to collect.”

“Collect? Collect what? Stones? Bugs? Ohhh! I know a great spot to catch emperor beetles! Inosuke-chan always catches the biggest ones though and Zenitsu-chan’s just a scaredy cat so we don’t have to worry-“

“No, not that. Not beetles. Look-” This time, the man crouched to the little boy’s eye level, and with the close up view of his blue eyes, Tanjirou thought he was staring at the sky itself. “You shouldn’t be seeing me. You shouldn’t be talking to me.”

“I can see you though. I have eyes, Uncle. Ma said they’re very pretty.”

“That’s true – uhum.” The big human coughed to his fist, hiding his face. Tanjirou wanted to ask if he was alright and should he fetch this uncle a glass of water? But the man faced him again, gone was his coughing fit. “Didn’t your parents teach you not to talk to strangers?”

“They did.”

“And?”

Little Tanjirou tapped his finger against his chin, pursing his lips, deep in his childish thoughts. “You seem lonely, and Ma said if one of my classmates smelled lonely, I should do something to cheer them up!” He tugged on the hand of the pale uncle, jumping slightly at how cold his palm felt. “What’s your name? I’m Tanjirou!”

“I don’t have a name.”

“Boo! Don’t be silly!” Tanjirou giggled like a child on a swing flying into the air. “Everybody has a name!”

“Not me.”

“But I told you mine!” Tanjirou stomped his little feet on the concrete pavement of the empty street, throwing a tantrum. His father would give him a good scolding, maybe a little spanking, should he see the burgundy-haired boy giving others troubles. Remembering his father’s words, Tanjirou decided to attack from a different angle.

“Hey, hey – hey, oh, come on.” The blue-eyed man crouched again, meeting teary, burgundy orbs and blushing cheeks. “What now? Why are you crying?”

“Because you wouldn’t tell me your name!” Tanjirou wailed louder, acting like a spoiled little kid which is nothing like him, all because he wanted to befriend this uncle who has the bluest eyes, who looked like a spy.

The big human exhaled, evidently troubled, while Tanjirou beamed. “Fine. You can call me Yuu.”

“Yuu-chan!”

“Not Yuu-chan. Yuu. Yuu.”

“Yuu-chan!”

“Why am I even trying,” Yuu-chan whispered mostly to himself, and Tanjirou’s grin grew wider. “I need to go. Nishida Sora will be here any moment. Is that your house?”

Tanjirou followed where his Yuu-chan was pointing. Red, wooden gates, unlit house lanterns, an old service truck with Kamado Bakery hand painted on its back. Yep. That’s their house. “Yes, Yuu-chan! I live there!”

“Come.” The little burgundy-haired boy tilted his head slightly to the side, confused. Uncle Yuu-chan seemed to understand his unspoken question. “I’ll walk you back to your home.”

Years later, when Tanjirou would look back to that moment, he would laugh at the memory of what he would always fondly call as his first brush with death. But his little self wouldn’t realize that, enjoying the coldness of Yuzu-chan’s palm against his own, celebrating his newfound friendship. He wouldn’t catch how Nezuko, as young as she was, got confused about him laughing on his own, hand raised in the air like he was holding something invisible.

Later that night, delirious from a high fever, Tanjirou dreamt of blue skies and periwinkles and spies invading Japan in crisp suits.

“I heard you spoke to humans today, Giyuu.”

“Human. A tiny human, Shinobu. So what of it?”

“You know what I’m trying to say.”

“He has the gift of Sight!”

“Just be careful, Giyuu. They may let this slip up pass, but we both know consequences are harsh. There’s a reason we never interact with living, breathing humans.”

“I know.”

“I’m sure you do.”

Tanjirou would always look out of his room’s window, ceremoniously, watching each and every adult passing on their street. He was lucky enough to have his room on the upper floor, albeit slightly hating the room during summertime when the sun would burn through the roof. But it was the perfect place, for he can spot Yuu-chan from the crossing.

He mentioned Yuu-chan one evening at dinner, and even when his Ma and Pa was glad he made the new neighbor feel welcomed, they expressed their interest in getting to know the blue-eyed man. He even overheard them talking about it when he went for a pee and his parents were in the living room watching old spy movies again.

“Tanjirou said he’s a new neighbor. But we didn’t hear anyone moving here.”

His father’s kind voice cut through his mother’s worried one. “I’m sure he’s just a passerby.”

“But what if...”

“Don’t worry, if anything, he may be talking about an imaginary friend. Yuu-chan seemed harmless.”

Imaginary? He’s pretty sure Yuu-chan is real! But even if he wanted to defend his ‘not-imaginary’ friend, he would hear his Ma’s voice reminding him to never eavesdrop at adult conversations, Tanjirou. So he let them be, did his business, and went back to sleep. He decided between dreams that he would invite Yuu-chan to his home one day.

But Yuu-chan never showed up at his street again for a long time.

It was snowing when Tanjirou saw him once more. Not the harsh, unpleasant winter, but enough to color the world white. He was clothed from head to toe, layers over layers of protective shirts, mittens and socks. His Ma had always been careful, reminding him that it would be awful to catch a cold during Christmastime.

He was permitted to accompany his Ma on her trip to the local hospital to drop their freshly baked breads and pastries, a Kamado tradition during the holidays. His parents would wake up really early to prepare for it, kneading doughs and cooking fillings because it would mean the world for the health workers if they can get savoury curry pans or their bestselling anpans in between shifts.

Tanjirou watched as his mother dropped the box on the counter, the hospital guard behind her bringing the second one. From the corner of his eyes, on the far-end of the long, white, empty corridor, stood a man who seemed too familiar to him. Before he could even think, Tanjirou let go of his mother’s dress, walking hastily to catch up, sprinting into a full run when the figure headed for the door.

Yuu-chan?

Tanjirou really did his best to catch up, but his tiny legs could only do so much, the stranger who bore resemblance to Yuu-chan got further away even when he pushed against the floor with all his strength. He did not hear his mother’s faint cry, calling his name, wondering where on earth would his first born go and who he was chasing after. But Tanjirou only had one thing in his mind.

“Yuu-chan!” He pushed the heavy glass door open with his little hands, no guard to hold it for him since the man helped his Ma haul the box of pastries inside. But the stranger, with the same black hair cascading below his shoulders in a loose bun, the same crisp gray suit, the same lonely, closed off scent, didn’t acknowledge the pet name. So he tried, hoping to get a reaction, his young heart clenching in sadness because why wouldn’t Yuu-chan want to talk to him? How did his collection go? Would he know if Nishida-san was really gone? “Yuu!”

The man continued walking, past the gates, leaving no chance for the boy to catch up. Tanjirou watched as Yuu-chan turned right to the sidewalk, disappearing behind the brick wall. He wanted to run and give chase even when his lungs felt like it was shrinking in exhaustion, his legs numb from the sprint, his head aching from the lack of oxygen. But before he could move, a gentle yet firm hand grabbed him by his left shoulder, spun him around and before he even realized, his Ma’s comforting and worried scent enveloped him.

“Don’t you dare do that again, my boy.” His Ma whispered in his hair, running her palm up and down Tanjirou’s back to let him know he wasn’t in trouble. “You scared me Tanjirou. What was that about?”

“Sorry Ma,” he was suddenly sobbing, partly because Yuu-chan ignored him like he was a stranger, but mainly because his Ma’s scent was so distressed, anguished, and he never wanted to make his Ma feel that way again. “I-“ a hiccup. “I saw Yuu-chan and I wanted to say hi but-“ another hiccup, and he reached up to wipe the snot dribbling from his nose with the back of his hand. “-but maybe he didn’t like to be my friend anymore.”

“Oh Tanjirou,” his Ma cooed, embracing him tightly against her chest, occasionally wiping his son’s face with her handkerchief. If she noticed that there were no fresh footprints on the snow, no signs of another human being around, she never said a word. Even when she saw his son calling out Yuu-chan to an empty corridor, running after a formless person, she never mentioned a thing. His son doesn’t need anymore heartbreaks on Christmastime, and doesn’t need to hear about how this Yuu-chan is only a fragment of his imagination.

Year: 1945

Month: April

Day: 26

Battle of Okinawa

Giyuu stood in the middle of the dense foliage, on the isolated island of Okinawa, as he watched soldier after soldier fall to their death at the hand of the enemy. Bombs would go off in the distance, their detonation shaking the earth. But he stood unmoving, completely in displeased awe, because this was a scene he had witnessed numerous times before.

“I will never understand humans and their obsession with war.” Makomo stepped quietly to the ground beside Giyuu, and he knew his fellow collector shared his facial expression. They were tired of humans killing each other, hurting each other, to satisfy their greed and hunger. “It hurts Them, these pointless endeavour of humans to best each other.”

“How many have you got?” He chose to ask instead, because even if they wanted to do something, they’re merely collectors. Humans and their dumb ways of dying were out of their duty; they were just sent to collect their due.

“Considering the numbers of soldiers on this island and the guarantee that not even a fourth will come out alive?” Makomo opened her book, flipping several pages. “A lot. You?”

“Thinking about the cups of tea I have to prepare for Choosing already wore me out.”

“Don’t worry, Giyuu. Kyojurou, Mitsuri, and Tengen are here too. Who knows, maybe the numbers are off and we won’t have to collect these much considering the collectors present?”

“When was the book ever wrong, Makomo?”

“Don’t ruin my optimism!”

Their little banter to pass time came to an end when a young, bleeding soldier ran towards their way, a group of foreign forces hot on his trail. He hid behind the trunk of a fallen tree, crying and clutching his jammed rifle to his chest. Giyuu only saw a part of his hair, black like his own, peeking under the helmet he wore on his head. Soot and mud dirtied his young face, but what caught the blue-eyed collector’s interest was his fierce, burgundy eye.

Eye, because his right was shut close, blood covering the half of his face.

“This is what I hate the most.” Makomo opened her book again, tracing the names under her watch. Once she located what she needed, she clicked her tongue in frustration. “Beautiful, innocent souls like him who get dragged to a war he did not wish for. Do you think he cries because he knows he’ll never see his family again? Or perhaps, because he killed another human even when he didn’t even want to fight this war?”

“I think he’s praying.”

“Should we listen to his words?”

“What? No, that’s private.” Giyuu looked at his companion with slight horror in his expression. “He prays to Them, and we can’t disrespect this young soldier’s last minute on this land.”

“I’m just kidding!” Makomo poked him on his cheek, but immediately turned when footstep grew nearer. When they saw the group of soldiers who gave chase surround the praying man, Makomo tucked her book in her arms and whispered. “It’s almost time, little soldier. I’m sorry your family will never see your beautiful eyes again.”

Giyuu decided to leave and do his part of the job too. He gave one last glance at the praying soldier, only to see one of the enemy hammer the heel of his rifle down to the wounded soldier’s forehead. Said soldier slumped against the trunk, but Giyuu thought he saw enough and turned around in haste.

A blunt force like that would likely scar, and he hoped it won’t seep through the soul. But it had been a traumatic experience for the young soldier with burgundy eyes, spending his last minutes alive surrounded by unfriendly faces. That wound would be a birthmark in most cases, but Giyuu hoped this soldier wouldn’t carry the wound to his next life should he choose to be reborn.

Tanjirou reached for the towel as he straightened his back, wiping away the droplets of water on his face. He absentmindedly traced the birth mark on his forehead as he brushed his teeth, his mind going over his plans for the day. He will meet Inosuke and Zenitsu at the latter’s grandpa’s house for a group study in preparation for their high school entrance exam. On his way back, he has to buy cough drops for his Pa who refused to see a doctor and will always counter their arguments with all I need is a good night sleep and plenty of water.

There’s nothing much to do for the day but to study, he figured, so he stuffed all his textbooks and notes into his bag and rode his bike to the Hashibiras to collect his friend. Inosuke thrashed like a bug lying on its back, complaining about why he always gets to sit and not pedal. He said he bets he’s a much better rider than Gonpachiro.

“It’s my bike, Inosuke. That’s why.”

“You’re just afraid I’m better at bikes than you, Monjirou.”

Zenitsu once told him, back when they were young, that Inosuke would actually get their name right after seven tries. I counted, his blond friend would say, because he kept yelling at me and shoving worms and beetles and acorn nuts in my face. Tanjirou tried to keep track the first few months after knowing the dumb fact, but eventually grew tired counting the wrong names before he could hear the right one.

The burgundy-haired teenager squeezed on the breaks, the rubber tires squeaking against the asphalt. He then got off, and gestured for Inosuke to take the handlebar grip. “Pedal away, Inosuke-sama.”

“Ha!” His loud friend thumped his back, with the aggressiveness that would match his excessive energy. Tanjirou had to step a foot forward to stop himself from toppling over. “I knew choosing you as my favorite friend was the right decision!”

Tanjirou shook his head with a little laugh. “Oh, what an honor!”

“Stop daydreaming and get on already! I can’t wait to run Monitsu over!”

“Don’t do that Inosuke.” Tanjirou transferred his backpack to his front, facing the opposite direction, watching the hills roll as his friend pedalled vigorously downhill. He only realised his mistake when they zoomed past the gate of Zenitsu’s home. “Inosuke, stop! Don’t go too fast –“ Tanjirou looked back to see his blond friend getting smaller and smaller until he was just a tiny dot of yellow. “ – we’ve passed by Zenitsu’s house! Turned around!” He shouted over his shoulder, closer to his friend’s ear. “Inosuke! TURN AROUND!”

Without a warning, Inosuke swiveled a hundred and eighty degrees, not knowing he had almost threw Tanjirou off. The burgundy-haired miserable back rider yelped in surprise and fear for his life. But before he could complain, Inosuke started pedalling again with the same intensity, Tanjirou thought he would die on the ride back to where Zenitsu’s home is. Good thing his friend waved and jumped, catching Inosuke’s attention, and the boy squeezed on the break so hard they almost did a cartwheel with the bike.

Never again, Tanjirou thought, as he combed back his hair. I refuse to ride a bike with Inosuke ever again.

“Wow,” Zenitsu stared at the two of them from head to toe. “I’m surprised you didn’t get into an accident.”

“He’s a walking accident.” Tanjirou pointed at his friend who wore his favorite boar shirt. “I am not getting on a bike with you again.”

“Just admit I’m better than you!”

Zenitsu pushed the two of them inside before their pointless discussion lengthened, the three greeting grandpa Jigoro along the way. Soon they fell into a series of question and answer, index cards and flashcards flying across the room. Inosuke would constantly complain about math and why did he have to learn such useless things. Zenitsu would also complain about Inosuke’s complaints, but would snatch away the problem, solve it for the boy, and explain how he got 12 as the value of X.

“Uhhhh,” Tanjirou stretched his arms, arching his back to pop the joints as he stood from their table. “I’m going for a quick konbini run. Anything you guys want?”

“Didn’t you bring any snacks from the bakery?”

“We didn’t open today. Pa’s sick.”

“Onigiri and Nissin for me, Tontaro!”

“Same, but I want tamago sando instead of onigiri.”

“Then it’s not the same, stupid butter head!”

“Bold of you to call me stupid when you’re the walking definition of the word!”

Tanjirou didn’t want to witness the inevitable wrestling match to which Inosuke would mercilessly hug Zenitsu from the back to squeeze out his oxygen, so he excused himself without saying a word. He checked for his wallet before mounting his bike. He didn’t spot any konbini on the way, so he decided to try the opposite street so see if there’s a nearby store. To his luck, he saw the green and red signboard a couple of streets away.

He parked his bike on the sidewalk as he repeated his friends’ choice of snack over and over again to make sure he wouldn’t forget. He opted for a katsu sando and a bag of potato chips, carrying all the food he picked to the counter. Just as the girl behind the register dropped the change to his open hands, he caught a hauntingly familiar figure, through the glass walls of the konbini, with the identical black book held against his chest.

No way.

Yuu-chan?

He quickly grabbed the brown paper bag after throwing a hurried sankyu to the cashier , pushing the doors with his shoulder. He then left the bag on the basket of his bike, before taking off to run after his Yuu-chan. Why didn’t he take the bike instead, Tanjirou could no longer think rationally because he couldn’t believe he’s about to see Yuu’s after all these years.

Was his eyes playing tricks on him again?

Because there’s just no way the person he was made to believe wasn’t real and was just a part of his childhood imagination was actually there. He looked exactly the same; charcoal gray three piece suit, light blue dress shirt, and a navy blue necktie. Just like the spies from his Pa’s old movies he often dreamt about.

“Yuu-chan!” He could no longer contain his excitement, jumping on the back of the man when he was an arm length away. But Yuu quickly turned around, reached for his wrist, effortlessly twisting it in a quick, practiced movement. Tanjirou didn’t manage to introduce himself because his wrist hurt and was twisted in a very awkward way, he thought he might snap it any second. “Ow, ow, ow, ow! It’s me, Yuu-chan! It’s me! Ow!”

As quick as Yuu grabbed him, the man immediately let him go once recognition dawned on his face. “Tiny human?”

“Wow, you remembered me!” Tanjirou beamed, the same wide smile he wore the first time he met Yuu. He almost forgot about those periwinkle eyes and snow white skin as he tried to bury the memory of the day when Nishida-san succumbed to lung cancer. “I almost thought you weren’t real, like a story of make believe I came up with in a desperate attempt to make friends.” Yuu-chan looked away, and Tanjirou wished he could read whatever was on the man’s mind. “It’s been seven years, Yuu-chan.”

“I owe you no explanation, tiny human.” Yuu-chan continued to look away, his blue eyes never meeting Tanjirou’s burgundy ones. “I never agreed to being friends.”

“But you remembered me, big human.”

Yuu-chan flinched. “My work involves a lot of names, and a mistake would result in grave consequences.” The man tucked his book in his arm again, turning around to walk away. “Go home and stop following me.”

“You sound like you’re just making excuses!” Tanjirou continued to annoy the man, hoping to make him talk more because his voice was somehow calming. He didn’t know where the boldness came from, but before he could think, he reached for Yuu’s hands, cold as ever, and pulled him towards the empty bus stop across the street. It should have been strange, with the absence of people on the street and the silence in the air, but Tanjirou didn’t notice. “Come with me! I haven’t seen you in ages!”

“What are you doing?” Yuu-chan gently freed his arm from Tanjirou, keeping it inside the pockets of his pants this time. “This is dangerous. Please keep your distance.”

“Why do you talk so formally, Yuu-chan? Come sit beside me!”

Tanjirou watched as the man glared at the innocent bench, burning holes in it as he considered his options. All the while Tanjirou’s wide grin never wavered, choosing to observe quietly as Yuu-chan argues with himself. The man looked like he never aged at all, like the past seven years were merely a week for him.

“You won’t stop until I indulge you, would you?”

“Nope!” Tanjirou bounced in his seat, grinning triumphantly.

“Fine.” Yuu-chan finally took a seat, a meter away from him. “But you shall not cross this distance.”

“What? Why? I’m not sick!” Tanjirou whined but immediately shut his mouth when Yuu glared at him. There was no hostility, but Yuu-chan has the ability to disappear from his sight, like how he did the past years, so Tanjirou chose not to push his luck further and truly anger the man. “Alright, no need to kill me with you eyes. Very pretty eyes I must say.”

Tanjirou’s throat tightened, and if he was standing, his knees would have buckled from the intensity of Yuu’s eyes. At first he thought the man didn’t like praises, didn’t like talking to him, but he continued staring. Tanjirou, unsure on what to do, chose not to meet Yuu’s eyes as he tried his best not to crumble because the weight of his stare makes the burgundy-haired boy melt.

To his surprise, Yuu, who was so adamant to observe distance, pushed against the metal bench and stood in front of him. Tanjirou raised his head to look at him, but Yuu-chan’s cold fingers brushed against his forehead. Chilly wind blew past them, causing strands of burgundy hairs to fall, but the cold fingers were there to brush them back up. Tanjirou couldn’t help but shiver, due to the wind or the cold skin, he couldn’t tell.

“Is there something wrong?” He managed to ask even when the chill he felt crept up from his lungs to his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.

“This,” Yuu ran the pad of his thumb over the mark, twice, before tracing the outlines. “Was this always here? I didn’t – “ He stammered, as if he couldn’t make a sentence out of his train of thought. “ – seven years ago – “

“Oh, this?” Tanjirou instinctively reached up, not expecting a cold hand meeting his own where his sturdy forehead should be. “It had been there as far as I can remember. It just got bigger as I grew older. Seven years ago, it was just this tiiiiiiny thing, you could have mistaken it for a scar.”

He heard the blue-eyed man, who was acting so strange that day, mumbled something under his breath. It was so soft, Tanjirou could have heard three different languages, because even when there were no cars, no people around, he still didn’t understand the incoherence mumbling. Tough luck, for he has lost his gift of keen nose after turning ten, so he has absolutely no idea what this strangeness was all about.

“Does it hurt?” he heard Yuu-chan ask as he pulled his cold fingers away. But he didn’t step back to create a meter of distance again, much to Tanjirou’s delight. “Does it bother you?”

“Not really, no,” he bit his lip, recalling a stupid myth Zenitsu recounted once when they were nine. “They said birthmarks were signs of how a person died in his past life, but that just sounds silly to me.”

Tanjirou looked up, hoping to see Yuu share his opinion about the absurdity of the myth. But he only saw anxious eyes which couldn’t meet his, lips flattened into a straight line, brows furrowed. “Sometimes, old stories passed down with words of mouth would hide a truth or two.”

“Are you telling me - ” Tanjirou’s voice climbed a pitch higher, trying to suppress his laughter after considering that he had a life before this. “ – that I died from a blunt force trauma to the head in my past life? Was I murdered?”

“Don’t be silly,” Tanjirou wanted to scoff because Yuu-chan dared call him silly when he was just spouting nonsense about old stories and hidden truths a minute ago. “Besides, is that your only birthmark?”

Immediately Tanjirou crossed arms over his chest, balling the shirt he wore with his hidden palms. He wouldn’t lie and say he wasn’t spooked at Yuu-chan’s question, because he sounded like an honestly curious man, but his instinct pushed him to cross his arms over his chest where a different set of marks hide. “How did you know about that?”

“Know about what?” Yuu asked back, and Tanjirou couldn’t determine if he was feigning ignorance. “I was just asking.”

Tanjirou gulped the knot on his throat, suddenly feeling stupid about his fascination with his own birthmarks. Science has explanations for these, there must be, so he shouldn’t be bothered by Yuu-chan’s vagueness or Zenitsu’s old stories. He was about to ask the man where he went and why he didn’t see him again, but Yuu was suddenly flipping a page of the book he was carrying over and over again. “What are you doing, Yuu-chan? Looking for something?” Tanjirou tried to peek at the pages, but Yuu-chan pivoted his body around to keep the book out of his sight. “I can help?”

“This is strange.” Yuu flipped the page again like he was trying to see if flipping back and forth would make a change to what was already written in the book. Tanjirou wanted to laugh at Yuu-chan’s endless turning of the page, but the man seemed troubled. “How did this happen?”

“How did what happen?” He was never proud of his nosiness, but it was harmless, he thought. He just wanted to help and stop Yuu-chan from tearing the poor page out of the book. The same book, with three blue lines spreading out horizontally, he was carrying back then.

“I was here to collect, ” Yuu shut the book close, tucking it under his arm once again. “But it seemed I was mistaken. I need to go.”

Collect? Like Nishida-san? Tanjirou wanted to ask, but such things weren’t easy to explain, and he wasn’t even sure he was ready to accept Yuu-chan’s secret, if there is one. He chose not to define who Yuu is, all that matters is that he was there again, talking to him, no longer ignoring him.

Tanjirou knew Yuu was going to disappear again. To where, he had no idea, but at least now, he was sure Yuu wasn’t just a part of his imagination. He felt him, his cold touch, his intense stare. Yet he couldn’t help but feel lonely for no reason at all. “Will I see you again?”

“Perhaps,” was Yuu-chan’s answer which offered no comfort to the boy. Perhaps could mean another seven years, or never again. Perhaps isn’t a guaranteed yes, sounding more like a gentle no. “These meetings wouldn’t benefit the both of us, and could put you in danger. Think of it as breaking the law, tiny human.”

Because more spies will be watching. This he knew, after seeing crisps suits blending in the crowds, peach hair and platinum, purple and aqua eyes. Yet he pulled Yuu to an embrace, burying his face on the folds of his three piece suit. “I stopped dreaming about you. For reasons unknown to me, I kept seeing you in my dreams when I’m running a fever. But when you disappeared, the dreams went away too.”

Yuu removed his arms around his waist, Tanjirou already missing the coldness that seemed to come from every part of Yuu’s skin. He couldn’t read his expression again, but he didn’t expect anything more from the strange man. He speaks vaguely, dresses the same, never aged, so his expressionless face was the least of Tanjirou’s concerns.

“Stay healthy, tiny human.”

Tanjirou snorted at Yuu’s choice of response, turning back to where he left his bike at the konbini. He didn’t want to say goodbye, even when he knew that perhaps he wouldn’t see Yuu-chan again. So he continued walking even when he didn’t hear the man move from his place, because he has his hungry friends waiting for him.

He looked back, hoping to see Yuu watching him leave and walk away.

But like how he disappeared seven years ago, the man was suddenly gone, like he wasn’t even there a minute ago.

He rode his bike back to Zenitsu’s home in a bleary state. Thanks to the numerous trips he made to his blond friend’s house, he found his way even when he didn’t even remember pedalling. He couldn’t feel his legs, his head buzzed, his fingers numb. He recalled grandpa Jigoro asking him what’s wrong and why he looked so pale, before seeing Inosuke’s worried face rushing to him as he slumped against the nearest wall.

He black out a moment after that.

I kept seeing you in my dreams when I’m running a fever.

“That’s not it,” Giyuu sighed, finding it hard to breathe as he watched Tanjirou stumble out of his bike, pushing the gate of his friend’s house with all his strength. That was his fault, for he couldn’t help himself, even when he promised not to bring harm to the beautiful soul again. “It was the other way around. You get fevers because of your dreams.”

“Who are you talking to?” came a voice behind him, but Giyuu didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. Instead, he walked towards the gate of Kuwajima Jigoro’s humble home. He pushed it open, stepping into the other side where his office was. Sabito came in after him, shutting the metal door. “You were supposed to collect a soul today, Giyuu.”

“Who are you, my assistant? So what’s my next schedule?” Giyuu dragged a chair to the table in the middle of the wide room, the only furniture present. His office, much like the others in his line of work, was a high-ceiling room, with a tiled countertop where he prepares teas, coffees, sometimes even sodas, for the souls he brings to the Choosing.

Sabito hauled a tea bag at him, hitting Giyuu on his head, flakes of the dried leaves scattering in his suit. “I wish your brain was sharper than your tongue!”

Giyuu clicked said tongue, wanting to agree because he admits his earlier actions were not well thought out. How could he let a human touch him? How could he not say no, only because those burgundy eyes kept haunting him?

“Kuwajima Jigoro should have died today.” Giyuu pressed his fingers between his eyes, already feeling the early signs of migraine, still wondering what and how it happened because he wasn’t mistaken; he never made mistakes in his job. “I saw his name. It was cardiac arrest.”

“Were you on time?”

He shouldn’t be answering such silly questions. “You know I was never late, Sabito.”

“Were you,” His peach-haired friend sipped on the tea he brewed, holding Giyuu’s periwinkle eyes in an intense stare. “on time, Giyuu?”

Okay, so there was no use lying, and he sincerely believed the slight delay couldn’t hinder death that was already written in the book. He would be guilty if Kuwajima Jigoro’s name was there and that death had simply taken a detour due to his tardiness, but the name was completely gone. Erased, with no sign that it was there before Giyuu left his office, which it definitely was. “I may have been late by a couple of minutes. But it shouldn’t matter because the time of death is absolute even when no collector is present to – “

Sudden realization dawned on Sabito’s face that he was momentarily stuck with his jaw dropping to the floor, and a look of complete disbelief in his eyes. “You talked to a human again, did you? What were you thinking? Were you even using your head like you’re supposed to?”

“He jumped on me from behind! He recognized me-“

“Oh no,” Sabito took the chair opposite him, his shoulders sagging in defeat. He catches his head in his hand, murmuring curses at Giyuu’s stupidity. “It was the same human back then. The human with the gift of Sight. Oh no.”

Giyuu nodded, feeling incredibly frustrated with his inability to follow the rules. “Seven years ago.”

“That was already seven years ago? Yet he still remembered you?”

Giyuu nodded once again, not finding the words to defend himself from Sabito’s unabashed judgment. He couldn’t blame his friend and fellow collector for reacting the way he did, because they weren’t Divines with blessed holiness, nor humans with free will. They were just reapers, tasked to guide souls to the afterlife where they could exercise their freedom to choose one last time and help them decide what they want their fate to be.

He wasn’t human, therefore he doesn’t have the same freedom.

Even if he wanted to see Burgundy Eyes again, not only on the times he was dying, he simply couldn’t choose to do what he wanted.

The clanking of the Sabito’s teacup on the saucer shook Giyuu out of his silent dilemma. His peach-haired friend frowned, the scar on his face more prominent as he pursed his lips in frustration. He once asked the man about his facial scar, which they both agreed seemed to be a birthmark, but Sabito couldn’t recall how and when he acquired it.

“You can’t keep doing this, Giyuu.” Sabito sighed, tracing the patterned yellow and green lines of his own book sitting on the table. “We didn’t know, we may never know, how our presence affects living souls. I’m sure you’ve heard of the myths.”

“I have, but they’re just myths.” Like those about birthmarks, and Giyuu suddenly found himself with the realization that if the myths of men were real, then there’s a chance the myths of the reapers of the old were real too. “No,” he hunched over the table, burying his face in his folded arms. “I messed up. What if – “ Giyuu raised his head, the frantic look in those periwinkle eyes making Sabito flinched. “What if Kuwajima Jigoro’s death took a turn and – “

Sabito reached for his head, shaking it vigorously in an attempt to rattle his brain. Giyuu groaned at the harshness, but was thankful for the distraction. “Don’t think too much of it, Giyuu. If something was indeed wrong, you should have heard from Yorichii-san by now.”

“I swear the name was there!” Giyuu flipped his book open again, trying so hard to prove he was simply mistaken so he could step out of his door to collect the soul. But he couldn’t find the name, couldn’t find the reason why it would just disappear when death was something no one could hinder. Not even the Divines could defy death if They deemed it to be the right time to take back the gift of life They bestowed. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Tan – “

“Don’t speak of his name!” Sabito abruptly stood, his chair tripping over. His booming shriek effectively stopped Giyuu’s string of apologies. “Don’t make another mistake, Giyuu. Remember who we are, and what we bring. Don’t.”

Giyuu understood, for there is a reason souls should only see them after passing.

There is a reason he should never let Tanjirou see him again.

For he brings nothing but death.

Tanjirou should have known.

He tried to whisper, sometimes in his pillow before he sleeps, a wish to see Yuu in his dreams again. But he never had bad fevers again, never got the chance to see the man turn his nightmares into sweet stupor.

He tried to whisper, against the glass pane of the train as it whirred and swayed, words of intercession and petition, begging for a chance to see Yuu once again.

He tried to whisper his name, trying to call for him to come and explain, to let him know that he doesn’t care what he is, to finally understand why he can’t get Yuu out of his system, even after trying to make himself believe the man with the sky in his eyes isn’t real. He wanted to ask him why it felt like Yuu knew him longer than he should have, the same way he felt strangely familiar even when he only met him twice.

Tanjirou should have known that perhaps meant an empty promise, a parting word disguised as an assurance that he will see Yuu again.

For after he touched him with his cold fingers and reached for the scars he was born with, he never saw Yuu again.

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