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eunoiaaaivy · 1 year

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Ok ok- angst demon slayer with Rengoku. HoW abOut a s/o that develops the same sickness as his mother while he's away on a mission and she tries to hide it and goes to shinobu and begs her to not tell him but then she gets extremely sick and Shinobu, without telling her, sends a letter to Rengoku. Cause at this point she's too weak to get up

(iM sOo sOrrY iM a suCkEr foR aNgSt)

-♡︎ YOU FOUND OUT MY SECRET, KYOJURO.

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-cw: angst, unknown illness, abuse, character death, not proofread, rushed.

rengoku x reader

a/n: i don't really know if this is sad but I hope you liked it!

"I'm sorry [name]-san, but you've developed this illness that I have no cure for yet." Shinobu said warily at you, eyeing the chart than you. Sadness could be seen in her eyes as she looked at you. You looked hopeless and motionless as you heard the news.

The ringing in your ears is the only thing you've heard. You knew this was coming. The hunch you had started when you coughed up blood one morning while Rengoku was making breakfast. The sadness flooding you and the dread filling your stomach made unwanted bile rise up in your throat. You didn't wanna leave him alone.

You don't wanna traumatize him again. He love you and you loves him dearly. To have an illness like his mother is a betrayal. You promised to stay with him till the end. You did.

What a cruel game you always have to play. As Shinobu looked at you with a deeper frown, she made a letter and sent it to Oyakata-sama. Those contents informing him what's your situation. As her crow flew away, she puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder but there was a sad frown on her face, eyes looking more sad. She couldn't lose you too.

You were a bit glad that Rengoku was away. You didn't wanna bear the sight of seeing him crying just because of you. Why? You felt useless. Utterly useless like what his father said.

"How are you a benefit to my son!? You're nothing but a hindrance to him! You can't even wield a sword properly! You weaklings won't ever be stronger! You guys are useless!" The head of the Rengoku estate was filled with shouting as you entered the premises. What a shame. You were being shouted by the Rengoku Shinjuro himself. That night was filled with Kyojuro reassuring you that you were enough for him and all that but you pretended everything.

What an utterly useless thing you really were. Faking it till you make it hurts. You never really made it but it is known to the hashiras and lower rank demon slayers that you never wanna go back to the estate. The fake smiles you give them were so pure and sweet to them that they missed loads of details.

The way you fiddled with your hands and the way you starved yourself and not eating food because of those thoughts consumed by you. The way those days ate you alive were something that made you wanna puke up the food you ate. You just wanted to drown yourself from thinking about it.

A little kid stumbled on the ground with a very very messy hair, like they've been ran over by a dozen of horses. An awfully big bruise can be noticed on the child's face as the suspect of the bruise threw more punches on them. Like as if it wasn't their child.

"you utterly useless child! you're the cause of your mother's death! because of you she had to suffer! she had to suffer from the pain because of you!" your father said. as if you weren't his child and as if you weren't already in so much pain. you could only do much but sob as your father threw more punches.

"oh look! it's them! the person who wasn't loved by their father!" a guy said, loud enough for you to hear as you walked by carrying a wooden basket on your back. your father passed away by the hands of a demon. and you couldn't do anything to save him. what a really useless child you were. as if he wasn't sacrificing you to the man-eating demon.

Cruelty was always in your side. You couldn't help the fact but be sad all over again as you realized this. You were just beginning to be happy. You were beginning to be loved. So why of all times does this has to happen?

"thank you Shinobu-chan for your help. I'm always grateful for you." You said to Shinobu as you faked a smile. And she returned it back to you. As you begin to stand up, you wobbled and as you finally begin to reach and open the door, you fell. Your feet and knees felt weak. Your calves felt as if they were so numb and sore. Your ankles felt like they were stabbed by nails.

"[name]-chan! Are you okay!?" Shinobu frantically shouted as she rushed to you with wide eyes. You reassured her with a I'm okay and tried to get up only to fall again.

"[name]-chan, please stop moving! you have wounds on your legs!" Shinobu shouted as she called her kakushis to help you to a room so that she could treat your wounds. After finishing up in cleaning your wounds she went out to check something out she said.

As Shinobu came out from your room, she pursed her lips into a thin line and went to her office. Seemingly taking out a paper and something to write with. After doing so and finishing the letter, she called out for her crow and sent the letter. She hope and prayed to God that the letter reaches him quickly.

As Kyojuro swiped the last demon of the horde, he noticed Shinobu's crow flying above as there was a letter attached to it's leg. Kyojuro wiped the sweat on his forehead and reached forward so that the crow of Shinobu would snoop down to his arm. Once the had done that, he scratched it's head as it perches on his arm. After awhile, he stopped and took the letter and he wasn't prepared for the contents inside.

Dear Kyojuro-san,

I am not pressuring you into finishing your mission quickly but I have to inform you of [name]-chan's condition. She has been ill for awhile and only now did it get worst. I've concluded and analyzed that her illness is like of what your mother has had. Just a few moments prior, she fell down on the floor and her feet hurts. Her skin is wounded with wounds from the wound and her skin is a bit pale. From my recent examination on her, her blood levels are low and she lacks iron. I've also found this chronic virus that I'm not sure off. Her organs are shutting down and her nutrients are low. She's been coughing out blood and her body has become weak. Please, as immediately as you're done with your mission, please visit the mansion immediately. She might not make it if you came late. Please keep safe too.

Sincerely, Shinobu.

His eyes are wide after he read the letter. Are you okay? Since were you sick? How does he not know? Did you know and you just did not tell him? Many questions were circling his mind as he went to the direction back to the headquarters. He didn't care if he was tired, he has to go to you. He ran and hopped on trees to get there immediately, with Shinobu's crow following behind.

As he arrived at the butterfly estate he immediately went to Shinobu's office and there she was shocked. After he asked where you were she redirected him to your room with pursed lips. He could sense that she too was sad. He knows that she see's you as her older sister.

As they saw your room he saw your face. You were a bit too pale and he could definitely sense that you're tired. You looked more worst than his mother ever was. You looked like you could die any minute and this illness was similar to his mother but more worst. This was eating you alive.

He could see your wide eyes as you look at him and then to Shinobu who only smiled sadly at you and he could see the sad smile you had too. Eyes wandering back to him, you faked a laugh, so fake just to make the atmosphere lighter.

"it seems you've found out my secret, kyojuro." You said smiling sadly at him as if you had already accepted your fate.

He just rushly sauntered his way to you and grabbed your hand gently, kissing it lightly as tears pooled down on his eyes. Shinobu turned to leave as she took it a sign for you guys to discuss the matter.

"why didn't you tell me?" He asked as tears slipped out of his eyes. The loving daze he once held now covered with fear looked on your own ones with tears slipping from them.

"I didn't want you to stress more. You have priorities." You just replied as if you knew this was coming.

"but you are a priority!" He whisper-shouted as he closed his eyes while more tears slid out.

"I love you very much Kyo, I'm sorry I didn't tell tou immediately. I just didn't want to be a hindrance to you." You recited his father's words as you wiped away the tears of sadness. He said nothing so you continued.

"we can't do anything Kyo. It's eating me alive. I can't even stand up properly anymore."

"there must be a way! You can't just die." He shouted, tears falling more from his eyes.

"i love you Kyo. I'm really sorry." You told him as you felt your pulse slowing. You kissed his lips and leaned on his neck.

"I love you too." Was all he said as he sobbed and cradled your body.

And those were the last words you told to him as you slept and took your last breath. You no longer held his hands nor cupped his face. Your hands were now cold and you weren't alive anymore. Everyone can hear Kyojuro sob in the room as he clinged on to you for dear life, hoping that you'd come back. As if there was a miracle going to happen. But sadly, it wasn't true as tou had no more heartbeat. As you no longer saw the bright rays of sunshine and you no longer ate with him.

And finally, he thought as he kneels down on the battle field with a hole in his stomach, that he can see you once again. That he can love you again. That he will see more sunrises and tomorrows with you. that you'd see more of his smiles and he'd see more of your's. And as he woke up, he saw you waiting for him in the gates of Heaven. Peacefully smiling at him and reaching out to hug him as tears slipped out from his eyes once again and there he felt at peace, once again.

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the-wisteria-house · 1 year

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The arrangement (Rengoku X Reader)-Capter 3

You made it back to the Rengoku Estate thankfully unscathed, only to be met with the voice of an angry voice that can only belong to the Rengoku patriarch within thirty minutes after your arrival. How will you handle his less than stellar introduction? Will you be able to stand such a brash man as your future father in-law?

Warnings: Mentions of Alcoholism, Arguments, Shinjurou is a bit of a jerk, and Cannon typical violence.

"What the hell's all that racket!" the youngest rengoku flinched at the booming voice that echoed from down the hall. You briefly glanced at Kyojuro who's vibrant carefree smile was replaced with an unsure and slightly embarrassed grimace.

"What are you not going to say anthi-" An older man stormed into the room before quickly cutting himself off apone noticing the unfamiliar presence. His face twisted in confusion before recognition quickly flashed in his clouded eyes.

"Rengoku-Sama, why don't you join us now that you're awake?" you gestured to the empty spot at the table with cool indifference in your tone making the older man flinch.

"Sure....I forgot you were coming today." He almost looked unsure as he settled between you and Kyojuro.

"We're sorry if we woke you, the boys and I were just talking. We may have gotten a bit carried away with the noise." You sipped your tea while looking at the Rengoku patriarch with a calculative gaze. You hoped being polite would deescalate the situation and would put the boys to ease. You didn't know what the situation was between the tree males, but the tension in the air was clear as day.

"I'll go get you a cup, Father." Senjuro quickly stood before scurrying off towards the kitchen, leaving the three of you in an uncomfortable silence.

"How was the trip?" The gruff voice of your father-in-law to-be eventually asked breaking the silence, pulling your eyes from the kitchen doorway to his scruffy form.

"It was alright. Rengoku-San, and I stopped for sweet potatoes in one of the towns on the way." You glanced at Kyojuro, who's eyes were wide in shock at the polite question from his father.

"Is that why you both returned so late?" he asked skepticism clear in his voice, as he raised a brow at you.

"Well, not entirely. There was a little mishap, but Rengoku-San handled it wonderfully." You said as you continued to sip on your tea, allowing Kyojuro to tell the story.

"We were attacked by a demon- well, two demons to be exact." He said bluntly, you nearly face palmed at his lack of elaboration.

"You were what?!" All your heads snapped to Senjuro, who seems to have returned with an additional cup and a platter of snacks. The poor boy appeared to have paled apone hearing his brother's words, and in the prosses of having an existential crisis, "Brother, why didn't you say anything sooner, you've been here for at least twenty minutes ?!"

Kyojuro couldn't seem to fight the blush that spread across his cheeks at this, "Well, you didn't ask...?" Senjuro sighed in exasperation and his small shoulders slumped; he clearly was not satisfied with his elder brothers' response, but not unuse to it seemingly.

"It's daylight out. How were you attacked by a demon?" Shinjuro stated after a moment of silence, disbelief clear in his tone.

"Well, it was in a very dense forest. Both demons also had blood demon arts that allowed them to teleport from place to place, so they were able to move rather freely." Kyojuro continued to explain what happened before remembering a key detail that he also found rather humorous and slightly admirable, "Oh, how could I forget?! (l/n)-San broke one of the demons' noses before I had the chance to behead it." The two other males practically choked on their tea before staring at you.

"YOU DID WHAT?!?! " Poor Senjuro looked as if he was ready to fall over at any moment, not knowing to deal with both you and his brother.

Shinjuro though, didn't seem all that concerned after a moment, "I shouldn't be surprised." He then continued drinking his tea, not elaborating any further.

'What did he mean by that?' It seems both the boys shared your confusion but chose not to verbalize such.

"Well, I'm going to head back to my room now. It's good to see that you both made it back safely." You all nod before Shinjurou stood and made his way down the long corridor. The moment you heard Shinjurou's door shut, the youngest Rengoku spoke lowly being clearly being mindful no to be heard, "Father seems to like you (y/n)." You raise a brow in in question before the boy then chose to add, "I've never seen him talk to a guest for so long."

"Ah, I see. Well, glad to hear I made a good impression on him." You grabbed the tea pot before poring yourself and then Kyojuro more tea after noticing his cup was nearly empty.

The young male gave you a nod of appreciation before speaking, "Thank you, and thank you for being polite with Father despite his less than...stellar introduction." The look of relief and gratefulness was clear on Kyojuro's face. You were surprised at the kindness he's shown you since your meeting earlier that day. "It's no problem. All he is a grumpy old man. There's no need for me to be hostile." You chuckled, and the boy joined in soon after before continuing your earlier conversation. Despite your initial dislike for the older man, you didn't see the point in treating him dryly before getting to know him more. How bad could he be?

You stared at the ceiling above you, not thinking of anything in particular. The sound of birds and their annoying sweet melodies shook you from your sleep deprived daze. You'd hardly slept a wink the entire evening, the hundreds of thoughts you had swirled around relentlessly; making it impossible for you to get any proper rest. After a few hours, your mind grew far too tired to think anymore, and you laid in a haze for who knows how long.

'Guess I should get up and make myself useful.' You willed yourself to stand, ignoring the sweet call of your Futon, along with the protest of your limbs which felt as if they were filled with led. You found yourself making your way to the kitchen, then deciding to cook breakfast for everyone.

After searching through the many cabinets, the kitchen held, you found all the things you needed. You decided you were going to make a traditional breakfast, nothing fancy or shocking but filling all the same.

After a few minutes of cooking, you heard a door slide open and steps making their way towards the kitchen. Your chest began to tighten, and you found you were no longer tired, feeling as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over you. As the stepps grew closer you realized that you hadn't thought any of this through- you hadn't thought about how they may not want you in their kitchen, using their ingredients that they paid for. What in god's name where you thinking?

"(Y/n)-san, is that you?" A small, sleepy voice called out. Oh... it was only Senjuro, you felt your anxiety lessened greatly as you took in the boy's presence.

"Yea, it's me, I hope you guys don't mind, I made breakfast." The young boy directed his view to the pot of miso soup on the stove curiously.

"Oh! (Y/n)-San, you didn't need to wake up so early to make us all this food- not that I don't appreciate it, though!" The reassuring and grateful tone in his voice made you smile, and you couldn't stop yourself from reaching out and ruffling his fluffy fiery hair, "It's no problem at all, Kid. I wanted to." He playfully swatted your hand away before moving his head to peer at the ingredients on the counter.

"Can I at least help? I usually cook, so I can be useful!"

"You're the cook, but you're like 10?"

"I'm 12!" The look of minor offense that crossed the boy's face humored you greatly. The look of annoyance didn't suit his soft face.

"Okay, okay, you can help." As you laughed, you couldn't resist adding, "Need a stool or anything?" Earning you a glare and an equally quick remark from the youngest Rengoku.

"You're not much taller than me! So, you can't talk!" You chuckled before returning to stirring the soup.

"That's true, but shhhhh, we don't talk about that." The statement got a hearty laugh out of Senjuro, along with a small grin from of you.

"I'll clean and put the rice on."

"Sure, thank you, Senjuro-Kun." The boy hummed as he got to work, expertly cleaning the rice. As the minutes ticked by, and he put the rice on. You started to work on fileting the salmon you'd found in the icebox.

"The soup smells delicious (Y/N)! Do you like cooking?" The boy looked at you, curiosity shun in his vibrant orbs.

"I do, I find it to be rather relaxing. How about you? You seem to know your way around the kitchen pretty well." You pulled the last bone out of the fish, glad the tedious and your least favoret part of the process was on over with.

"Yes, I've always enjoyed cooking. I'm always trying to find a new recipe to try out." The boy continued to speak as you began to slice the fish.

"You know, I have a book full of desserts and pastry recipes. We can make something from it if you'd like."

The young boy's face lit up, excitement almost radiating from him, "I'd love to! Do you have a favorite recipe?"

"Not particularly, but I love the Chocolate Chiffon Cake. It's not too hard to make, and it tastes delicious." The thought of the chocolatey cake almost had your mouth watering. It'd been one of your favorite cakes growing up.

"I've heard of it, but I've never actually had it before. How is it made?" You begin to explain the desert to the curious boy as you began to cook the salmon.

"Wow, that dose sound delicious. We should make it! " The boy's enthusiasm was soon replaced with embarrassment that was also accompanied by a blush at his outburst, "well, that is if you would like too of course."

"Of course, I would like to Senjuro. Just let me know when you'd like us to make it alright?" The boys previous smile returns at your response.

"Alright, I will." A comfortable silence envelops you both as you pulled the salmon off the skillet and put a kettle on the burner in its place. You kept a close eye on the water's temperature, careful not to burn the tea leaves, before adding only a tablespoon or two of sugar to enhance the already natural sweet taste of the tea. You hoped this would placate Kyojuro's sweet tooth without having to give him too much sugar.

"Oh wow - the tea smells great!"

"It's all about the temperature in which you put the leaves in the water. If you put them in and the water isn't warm enough, you'll just be drinking leaf water; if the water's too hot, it'll taste bitter." You shut the lid of the kettle and allowed it to continue to brew as you and Senjuro set the table and place all the food down.

"The food looks incredible, (y/n)-San!" You were glad to see this excitement in the boy that seemed to be almost completely absent yesterday.

"You did a great job, Senjuro-Kun. You were a wonderful co-chef." The boys blush as you messed up his hair once more, almost making your cool expression slip as you held back a chuckle.

"Thank you (y/n)-San, but you did most of the work. I hardly contributed at all it wouldn't have made a difference whether I was here or not." His self-depreciating words made you frown slightly before you settled a light hand on his shoulder.

"Nonsense, great things are never done by one person." Your soft voice pulls him to look up at you. Seeing this causes a small smile to tug at the corner of your mouth. You could tell you were getting through to the boy, if only a bit.

"You have a pretty smile (y/n). "

His comment caught you off guard, though you didn't let it show as you patted his shoulder affectionately, "Thank you, Senjuro-Kun, no one's said that to me before." moments later, your attention was drawn to the sound of approaching footsteps coming from down the hallway, "I'll go get the tea." After you exited the room, you hear the cheery laugh of the eldest Rengoku son, "Good morning, little brother! I hope you slept well! Breakfast smells delicious!"

"Ah, thank you, Aniue! (Y/-oh, good morning, Father." The boy stumbles over his words, not expecting to see his father moving around early in the morning.

"Mornin." Senjuro was surprised at his father's response. It was still as short and gruff as always, but it lacked its usual bite along with his usually mannerless remarks. It seems Kyojuro was also surprised as he only stared owishly at their father, but his attention was soon drawn to you as you exited the kitchen, tea pot in hand, "Can't have breakfast without tea, now can we?"

You bow your head to the gentleman before seating yourself at the table between the oldest and youngest Rengoku's.

"Would you like tea, Rengoku-sama?" You gesture to his cup.

"Uh, yes, thank you." The man held out his yunomi cup and you gracefully poured the fragrant liquid into the beautifully painted ceramic piece, not spilling a single drop.

"How about you, Rengoku-San?" The young man smiled with a nod before holding out his cup as well.

"Thank you (Y/n)- San, it smells wonderful." You fight the blush that tries to appear on your face at the use of your given name.

"Thank you. I know you want some Senjuro, I saw you eyeing it earlier." The boy gave you a sheepish smile at your tease. You really needed to stop teasing the poor kid, but it was just too much fun.

"Th-that not true, I'm just thirsty, that's all!" the boy attempted to defend as you only hum as you poured the tea into his cup.

"Itadakimasu." You all prayed before digging into your food.

"Wow, Senjuro, this is delish!" Kyojuro complimented, mouth full of tasty food.

"Well (Y/N) did most of the work. I just did the presentation, really."

"That's not true. You made the rice and helped cook the soup. You did the presentation wonderfully as well." You pause for a moment before deciding to continue, "You should take pride in your accomplishments, Senjuro. Like I said earlier, great things are never done by one person."

You look up from your food when you heard the lack of a response, you look between the boys seeing a look of awe and determination on the eldest's face, "She's right, Senjuro, live with your head held high. You're capable of great things. Don't sell yourself short." Senjuros blush only grew as he nodded, "Your right Aniue, (Y/n). I'll think about what you've both said."

The look on the Eldest Rengoku pulled your attention from the two brothers. For a moment, the look it his eyes almost seemed regretful before being masked by a look of complete indifference as he grabbed his tea.

You watch as the Rengoku Patriarch breathed in the aromic smell produced by the tea before bringing the ceramic to his lips and taking a small sip of the liquid. As he pulled the cup away, the look on his face was unreadable, but you waited to hear what he had to say, you tried not to jump to conclusions.

"That... I haven't had tea like that since my early slaying days." The look of longing and a multitude of unknown emotions could be seen swimming in the man's eyes. The anger you held for the man cooled, and in that moment, it was replaced with sympathy. You could understand longing for things of the past.

"I'll make it for you whenever you'd like."

"I'd like that, thank you (l/n)-San." with the older males agreeable you noted how the boys seemed to share a sigh of relief and smiles spread aross their features.

"So (l/n)-San how did you become such a good tea maker?" The eldest son gave you an owlish look of curiosity, "or have you just always been talented in that regard?"

You contemplated your answer as you finished sipping your miso soup, "Well I worked in a tea house for a few years, and my father, before he joined the Corps was a tea maker, so I learned some tricks of the trade from him, you could say."

This seemed to peek Senjuros' curiosity, so he decided to join in on the conversation, "What made you want to follow in your father's footsteps?" You haulted brifly, not because you minded answering the boys innocent question, but because you could see their father was shifting uncomfortably.

"Well, I'll be honest, it was more out of necessity than enjoyment. I'd already had a grasp of how to make tea, and the owner needed help, so I guess it just worked out." The males all nod in understanding before the conversation was smoothly switched to another topic. Much to the Rengoku Patriarchs relief.

"Caw! Caw!" The sound of a crow interrupted your conversation before Kyojuro stood and opened a window just in time for a bird to quickly swoop in and landed on your shoulder, thoroughly surprising you, "Rengoku Kyojuro, Mission South, Southeast! Elderly men are going missing! Please hurry!" The bird remained on your shoulder unmoving as it spit out his orders.

"Understood. I'll leave as soon as possible. Did Master say how long the mission will take?" The determination on his face looked unshakable as he squared his large frame proudly. You'd never seen someone so eager to be called into work.

"The exact time frame is unknown, but he said to thank you for taking care of the demons along the trail for they had went undetected!"

"It was my pleasure, I'll leave as soon as possible! Yhank you, my feathered friend. Would you like anything to eat?" The bird seemed to look around the table before zeroing in on something on Shinjurous plate. your eyes widened and you tried to grab the bird, but it launched itself off of you. Narrowly slipping through your grasp, before darting towards the unexpecting man and swooping down to grab a piece of salmon off of his plate. Much to the older man's dismay, "Kyojuro! Get your damn bird out of my house!" The man yelled as he fended off the bird who quickly scoffed down the stolen food and was attempting to come back for seconds.

"Kaname, come here!" Kyojuro's firm tone had the crow complying with in seconds, abandoning its quest for Shinjuros salmon, "I asked if you were hungry, I didn't say to take food off of someone's plate now, did I?"

The crow looked ashamed as he looked down, trying to avoid eye contact with his master, while simultaneously nudging his hand wanting his affection dispite the scolding. Kyojuro's stern look melted almost immediately as he gave in and began to caress the crow's head.

You heard Shinjuro continue to mutter curses at the feathered creature under his breath. You almost wanted to laugh at how bent out of shape the older man was over the bird, but figured it was best not to agitate the man further like Kyojuro had warned last night.

"Would you like me to pack you some leftovers for the road Rengoku-San?"

"That won't be necessary (y/n)-San!" His booming voice rang through the room, though this time it didn't catch you off guard in the slightest.

"I insist, why waste perfectly good food? Go get ready for your departure. I'll go pack the food now." Kyojuro's mouth opened though he found himself unable to argue, as your point was valid. Seeing as you won the debate, you turned and made your way into the kitchen to prepare the slayers meal, leaving the three men in the dining room.

"I'm sure you'll enjoy the food, brother."

"I know I will, but she didn't even listen to my refusal?" The oldest brothers' confusion was clear.

Which earned a knowing chuckle from their father, "That's because it wasn't a question, Boy."

"But she asked, didn't she?" The young man looked between where you retreated to and his father confused.

"That doesn't mean a thing." The poor man looked even more confused as his younger brother patted his shoulder gently.

"I'm just going to go pack now." The young man walked away, clearly wanting out of the confusing conversation, leaving the youngest son and father together.

"Here's a piece of advice when it comes to women: they almost always say the opposite of what they really want."

Senjuro gave his father a confused look, not believing what he said to be true but letting him continue, "For example, if they're mad, they say to leave to them alone, right?" Senjuro nodded, not knowing where his father was going with this.

"Well, 70% of the time, they really mean they want you to stay and listen to them. Another example is what just happened. She was going to make him take the food either way. He really didn't have a choice, even if she asked."

"So, you're just saying listen to what women have to say, or I guess what they're not saying? Father, that doesn't sound right. Why wouldn't they say what they mean? Wouldn't that be easier?" The boy had never heard anything so absurd,

"Wait till you're older, and you'll see." His father let out a small chuckle. While Senjuro wasn't used to this side of his Father, he was glad to see the man in higher spirits. The boy knew it must have had something to do with your arrival, along with the older man, not having any sake that morning if his clean smell was anything to go by. He smiled at his father and hoped to continue to see this positive side of the man.

"All done, he should be set for lunch." You walked out of the kitchen wooden bento box covered in a floral furoshiki in hand.

"Thank you for packing him a meal. It's far better for him to eat a home cooked meal than the greasy food he usually gets from a street cart." A large gasp can be heard from the doorway the moment senjuro finished his critique.

"Senjuro, the food from the cars is tasty! How could you call their food greasy?" Kyojuro truly looked aghast as his brother staired at him plainly.

"Now, Rengoku-San, I agree that street food is delicious, but Senjuro is right that it's not as healthy as a home cooked meal." You handed the box to the larger man who excepted it immediately.

"I suppose you have a point. Don't mistake my earlier comment as ungrateful. I am appreciative of the meal you made." You nodded at the man who you notice is now clad in a slayer uniform, but something was off...

"Rengoku-San?" The man notices the confusion in your voice.

"Yes (y/n)-san, is something wrong?" he questioned.

"No, but your uniform is almost brown, and it has a special attachment for your haori..." Now it's his turn to be confused. What were you getting at?

"Yes, it does indeed!"

" It doesn't meet slayer guidelines. You're not allowed to change your uniform color. You can wear it differently and remove certain parts apone approval, but you can't add any features."

You suddenly hear a facepalm and a sigh of aggravation come from Shinjuro, "You foolish boy, you never told her, did you?" Kyojuro's eyes widened, and a look of suprise flooded his features.

"It just never came up, I forgot!" He fumbled over his words, and it looked like his father was about to respond before you interjected, not wanting to be left out of the loop any longer.

"Hold up, what are you two talking about? I'm so confused." the men's attention then turned to you.

"Hashira are allowed to customize their uniforms however they wish." You only stare at the taller man for a few moments, "So wait... you're a Hashira, one of the most powerful slayers of this generation?"

"That is correct." He nods in conformation.

"The haori... you're the Flame, Hashira, which explains the unusual hair and striking familial resemblance- I've heard stories about your family before, but I just never connected the dots."

"Well, I suppose now you know!" You could have sworn you'd seen his haori fly up as his voice boomed around the room before his crow who was standing by the door cawed and caught all of your attention.

It seemed you all forgot the small creature was there. Well, everyone, besides Shinjuro, who seemed to still be glaring daggers through the feathered creature.

"I should be going now. Thank you again for the lunch! I'm sure I will enjoy it!" You nodded as you all follow him out to the Engawa.

Senjuro was the first to speak one you made it outside, "Be careful, Aniue. I don't want to see you hurt."

"I promise you I'll be safe. You have no reason to worry!" His older brothers smile seemed to help Senjuro's worries lessen. You looked to Shinjuro, waiting for him to speak. After a moment, you realized he wasn't going to say anything.

"You have my best wishes, Rengoku-San. May things go in your favor." You hoped your words conveyed the sincerity you felt. While you didn't love this man, you held no ill wishes towards him. You truly hoped his mission would go smoothly.

"Thank you (L/n)-San..." Gone was Kyojuro's enthusiastic booming voice, replaced with something softer, as he didn't know what to say. There was no malice hidden within your voice, and your eyes only held sincerity.

Why were you doing this? First, you packed him lunch, and now you're sending him off while his own father refused to acknowledge the fact he was leaving for a mission. What did you have to gain? You were to be in a loveless marriage. You were suddenly thrust into living with three males with whom you've never met prior, and somehow, you still held a calm and thought spirit? What did you have to gain from kindness?

"Rengoku-San, are you alright?" Your voice shook him from his thoughts. Your relaxed features did little to hide to curious glint in your eyes as you gazed at him.

"Y-Yes, I'll be heading out now! I hope to see you all soon!" He ignored the heat that was rushing to his face as he turned around and quickly made his way out into the streets. Leaving you three behind on the Egawa.

"Well, I'm going to go clean up the mess." Senjuro spoke after a few moments of silence, and you nodded as the boy made his way into the house, leaving you and his father alone to watch Kyojuro leave.

You looked at Shinjurou, who's expression was almost unreadable at first glance, but as you looked closer, you could see the cracks, which revealed anguish, anger, and hopelessness as he stared off into the horizon after his eldest child.

"Rengoku-Sama, He'll be back, have faith in him." You tried to reassure the older man, but he didn't spare you a glance as he turned and opened the sliding door before halting, "Being a slayer is meaningless. You hardly live long enough to do anything meaningful, and if you do live long enough... you wish some demon would have put you out of your misery... He's a foolish boy who's doomed to wind up in an early grave."

You were shocked that he would say such a thing about his own son, "Your son is a Hashira, one of the strongest of his generation, and you doubt his capability? Why?"

The man only scoffed, "That title means nothing, especially not to a hungry demon! Their deaths were all meaningless. They were all too weak!"

Your calm exterior was beginning to crumble, as irrational rage began to bubble, "Watch your tongue, you clearly know nothing of honor... Those fallen slayers died in the name of justice. Don't discount their sacrifices due to your own self-pity." Your words seemed to surprise the man and enrage him even more, "How dare you disrespect me!" He took a step towards you towering over you, though you remained unmoved as you glared up at the larger man.

"Disrespect you? You want to talk about disrespect? Fine, we can talk about disrespect!" Your voice began to rise, and your fist began to clinch. You couldn't believe that this jerk had the audacity to lecture you about respect.

"Don't raise your voice at me, girl! You have no clue who you're speaking, too!" He shouted in your face.

"You think you scare me?" Your voice did little to hide your humor at his threat.

"Father... (Y/N), Please stop fighting..." A small voice whispered.

Alrighty and done editing that! What did you guys think? I wanted to add some comedic relief throughout the chapter before that ending, sorry if this chapter seemed like more of a filler because of that. I feel bad poor Senjuro had to overhear the fighting! I wonder how much he overheard? Speaking of him I plan on Senjuro to be a constant in this story because I feel I can't leave out such a big part of Kyojuro's character. (Let me explain) If you noticed in Kyojuro's dream on the train Senjuro was the main focus. As well as the fact Kyojuro's world outside of demon slaying probably revolved around Senjuro a fair bit. He most likely had to step up at a young age to help take care of the still toddler boy and be a good role model because their father was too consumed by his grief and alcoholism to do so. (This can be seen in him reassuring his little brother after Senjuro was upset at their father's rejection of Kyojuro's great achievement, and how he tells Senjuro he believes in him.) I believe this is why Senjuro turned out to be such a kind boy and selfless boy, because Kyojuro was there for him and instilled good values that their mother taught him into his younger brother. Let me hear your theories about things below! edited:8/4/23

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Smut Promo!

I'm Yours

Alpha! Rengoku x Omega!Fem!Reader

After Y/n is kidnapped from her family and forced into a cage at a omega market, a desperate Kyojuro (with the pestering of Tengen) buys her off, in need of a mate for his upcoming rut. With her increasingly bad attitude and violent behavior, the question arises -

Will they mate after all? Does she even want him? Does she even need him?

Will he force her to abide by his demands or will he respect her wishes?

Warnings: Smut, Omegaverse, A/B/O dynamics, alphaxomega, heat, rut, toxic relationships, forced relationship, questionable morality, hard decisions, angst, jealousy, savior complex, sexism, misogyny, ect

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Title: There Is No Better

Synopsis: Senjurou is a rengoku, and he has to deal with the consequences of that. That doesn't mean he has to do it alone though.

Pt 1 is here folks

Warnings: Toxic parent relationship, one instance of physical parental abuse, self loathing thoughts, angst.

Notes: Not beta-read. Senjurou centric but reader is pregnant (wife to the late Kyojurou!). Senjurou calls reader Ane-ue, which is a respectful term for an older sister. Japanese honorifics are used.

Wc: 6.5k (it's a long one folks)

Senjurou Rengoku could not be better.

He could hardly force himself out of bed in the mornings, content to lay in his brother's futon as if his scent hadn't long been gone. He's ashamed to say his Ane-ue has, more than once, had to coax him out and get the day started.

But after that he follows the motions of a schedule ingrained. He makes sure to take a decent portion of Ane-ue's chores too.

For instance, he's taken to taking Father's meals to his door, instead of Ane-ue, and weathers his father's indifference or annoyance with a grace so far removed it feels more oft like pity.

He doesn't interact with his father much beyond this. It has been years, even before Ane-ue, since he begged his father to take care of himself.

He draws water from the well, he helps prepare the food and tea, he cleans, he trains, he sweeps the grounds, he does everything he is supposed to.

Everything feels so dull and gray.

There are some spots of color. Mitsuri-chan and Obanai-san visit, bearing enough food to feed a battalion, odd combinations that Mitsuri-chan says pregnant women are sure to love.

Ane-ue laughs and says she could hardly eat it all, to which Mitsuri-chan tells her she is now eating for two. Obanai-san urges more food on his plate, eyes soft and knowing.

Lord Tengen and his wives come over as well. His wives pat his hair and fix his collar and help with chores. They surround Ane-ue and coo over her belly and hug her when she cries. Lord Tengen affectionately rubs his shoulders, says he misses them too, so quietly he wonders if he imagines he spoke at all. They let him be sullen and brooding and silent, without trying to make him smile or laugh.

They understand that grief is a heavy weight not easily lifted.

Gyomei-san does not visit often, but they have tea and pray together when he does arrive. Sometimes he plays his flute, and sometimes he weeps with them. He has taught Senjurou how to make a whistle with a leaf, little songs to pass the time.

Shinobu-san is kind to, when they arrive for the weekly check ups she does for Ane-ue and the baby. She tells them they can visit whenever, stay for as long as they like. She gives them vitamins and daily exercises. She lets Senjurou cry on her shoulder and tells him she knows what losing an older sibling is like, the anger, the sorrow, the uselessness.

The uselessness.

Soft spined. Bystander. Weakling. Meek.

Just as you've always been.

Senjurou wishes all demons were dead already, so that it would be okay to live in the world with his kind of existence. So he could be meek, because his brother's legacy would be fulfilled, because there would be no demons to threaten his home.

Of course, he is a Rengoku. He knows how to wield a blade, and he knows he will defend his home if need be.

He just knows he won't be the first to do so.

He knows Ane-ue would draw her blade and be the first to defend her home, not keen on losing another, not ever again.

He knows that his father would drop his drunken stupor, and pick up the mantle as first defender to his home, because that is a mantle that he has never forgotten. Discarded, but never forgotten, like a book left in the corner to collect dust. Yellow paged and soft from old age and disuse, but there, a reminder.

Even the child in Ane-ue's womb would grow to hold a blade, to become a demon slayer and fight demons, to wear a flame patterned Haori just as his brother once did, just as his Ane-ue has done and will continue and will eventually pass down.

He can't do this. He is not built for this. He is candlelight, small and easily snuffed. He was not meant to burn a righteous tempest.

Days blend into one another, and he thinks. Or he doesn't think much at all, head so far gone in the clouds that he is hardly present. He stays by Ane-ue's side. Throughout the days, and throughout the nights.

Every week, once a week, Father leaves his room after dinner and lights the torch. He sets it up, bright and blazing, and he only leaves after Ane-ue has settled herself in front, eyes wide in the face of fire. Senjurou joins her, and he stalks off. After the allotted time is up, he returns to put out the flame. He sits with them in silence for a few moments, until Ane-ue's eyesight is no longer imprinted with flames, and they retire to bed.

Tonight, he sits by Ane-ue's side as she stares into a blazing torch, a hand on her growing belly. He counts. She blinks once every two minutes.

"You don't have to stay here. I know you're probably tired. Go to sleep, I'll be there shortly." But Senjurou just shakes his head.

"I will wait. I don't want to go to sleep alone." And that's how it is. They stare at the flame for the appropriate time, and Father takes it out and they go to bed, he and Ane-ue always Ani-ue's futon.

When the sun rises, there is a dread, sitting in his belly as always. Another day begins.

Senjurou has made his choice. He has not said it out loud or hardly put it together in his head, lest he be crushed under the weight of shame. But he knows Ane-ue knows. She knows when he does only the basics of their training, to keep his body flexible and in shape. How he could hardly stand to hold his bokken.

She knows and she says nothing. She only smiles at him each time, accepting and gentle. He wants to cry but he's gotten better at holding his tears back, at ignoring the bubbling tide.

It swells and he turns away.

He is sweeping the front of his house when a young man in a green and black checkered haori approaches his front step. He is holding his ribs and there is a wicked looking scar on his forehead, and a box strapped to his back.

His name is Tanjiro Kamado, and he asks him if he knows of his brother's passing.

Of course I know, he muses. It's the single most devastating thing that has ever happened to me.

Still, he knows his manners, and when the boy says that he is here on behalf of his brother, that he has come to deliver his final words, his heart jumps and he wants to drag the boy inside, shake him till the words fall out, scoop them out and hold them close to his chest, propriety be damned.

Ane-ue would kill him if he doesn't offer him some tea, at least.

"And what would that worthless fool have to say?"

Shinjuro Rengoku steps out, and Senjuro feels all his muscles tense.

"He had no talent. He was a worthless swordsman, and thus, his words are worthless too."

Kamado looks pale, his face is pasty and sheening with sweat, and his worry alternates between him and his father.

His father leans against the doors, and takes a swig from his jug.

"A person's talent is decided the day they are born. Either you're part of the blessed or you're just another piece of trash."

He shrugs.

"Kyojurou thought he was blessed when he was just another ordinary, useless fool. He kept reaching when I told him over and over again not to. So why wouldn't he end up dead?"

"Hold on! That's way too far. Please do not talk about him like that!"

Father doesn't even look at Kamado, but raises a brow.

"And who are you?"

"I am…with the Demon slayer corps!" Father makes a soundless 'ah' and nods.

"Another one of the masses."

"My name is Tanjiro Kamado! I've come to–"

"Deliver Kyojurou's last words, I heard you the first time. I recognize you."

"You do?" Father is bedraggled, and his face is covered in stubble, but his voice is the dead calm Senjurou fears before he explodes.

"Tanjiro Kamado and his demon sister. I've heard. I've also heard she's placid, but yet I still wonder why she hasn't been killed. A demon is a demon, and if you lack the spine just let some other bloke do the job then." Kamado jerks forward, and Senjurou is caught in the middle.

"Father, they are guests, so please–"

"Guests? Have you lost your–" he looks up, and his sentence is cut off, mouth hanging slightly open. The jug falls and shatters sour sweet on the ground.

"Those earrings…! I see what it is! Have you come to mock us, boy?"

"Father, what?" What?

"Those earrings, that hair and scar….You're a user of Sunbreathing aren't you? Did you come here to gloat?!"

"What are you talking about? Sunbreathing? Gloating? That's not what I came here for. Please listen–"

But Father rushed forward and with a quickness he hadn't used in years, pins Kamado down.

"Father please, stop this madness! Can't you see he's not well?!" Senjurou rushes, and grabs his arm, because he's scared of his Father but he can't let this continue, and he is promptly smacked away. There is a harsh sting to his nose, and he feels the wetness drip down. His eyes heat.

Father looks at him and scoffs.

"The tears, always with the tears. I told you I didn't want to see any more pathetic sniveling after the funeral, didn't I Senjurou?!"

"That's enough!" Kamado breaks out the hold (very impressive), and he doesn't look so pale with the red flush of anger across his face.

"Talking so ill about your first, striking your other son, do you not have a heart?"

"Don't get cocky boy!" Kamado helps him up while he tries to stem the flow.

"Your hair, your earrings, that scar. I read all about it in the book. The Sun breathing technique is the original, all other forms just mimic it! Cheap imitations!

"But I don't care if you can use sunbreathing, I don't care about whatever mission led you to my steps. My son was a worthless swordsman and a worthless slayer to put his faith in you and your sister. I won't make the same mistake he did." Father snarls, and Senjurou thinks of embers and dragon breath.

"What arrogance you have to show face here."

"Arrogance?" Kamado's eyes are wide and he steps forward. He trembles.

"What arrogance? I am desperate! I am racked with guilt and anger and sorrow because I could not save your son. I am ruined! I am Devastated! Can't you see how devastated I am?!" He looks close to pulling his hair out and his voice shakes. Senjurou trembles in turn.

"You're just…a miserable old man!" Senjurou isn't given to expletives but holy fuck this man is rushing towards his Father with his fists raised and that is not a good idea.

"Wait, my father is a former Hashira!" Father reaches, grabs him under the arm and raises his own fist–

The next moments happen almost in slow motion.

The shoji doors slam open, and a blur races. Ane-ue raises her hand, and she slaps Father so hard, his body tilts to the opposite side, and the subsequent crack! makes him cringe. And in the same move he used on Kamado, she pins Father to the ground.

"What former hashira? I would be the current Flame Hashira if I weren't pregnant!!"

Oh, Gods and Heavens above.

Father has enough sense to not resist or try to buck Ane-ue off, but Senjurou is having a heart attack, he and Kamado are frantic, urging her to get off.

She scoffs and does so, but she picks Father up the scruff of his neck and shakes him a little, like a puppy.

"This boy is barely older than Senjurou and you're trying to fight him like he's a grown man? What is wrong with you?"

"Okay, okay, I got it woman now get your hands off of me! Aren't you supposed to be resting, or something?"

"Aren't you supposed to be sober?" He shakes off Ane-ue's hold, and spends a good minute glaring at the Kamado boy, before Ane-ue smacks him upside the head.

"Get out of here already! I don't know what kind of funk you're in, but go walk it off. Shoo, shoo!" And she shoves him past the front gate, and when she returns, she is smiling a bit sheepishly and dusting her hands.

"I am so sorry for the commotion. Please, would you like to come inside for some tea?" Of course, Tanjiro Kamado accepts, and he is led inside the Rengoku family home.

"So those were the last words…my brother left behind." He stares down into his cup, half full. He can see Ane-ue, a few tears slipping silently down her cheeks. She wipes them away.

"He was valiant until the end. Thank you so very much." They both knelt, and Kamado quickly rushes to bow as well.

"No, no! Forgive me for coming short."

They rise, and his sister's eyes fall upon the box that Kamado set to his side. It moves, a small shuffle heard inside. Senjurou watches but Ane-ue smiles.

"We're a bit further inside, so I'm sure it would be alright to let your sister out of her box. I'm sure it's uncomfortable being cooped up inside all the time."

Kamado waved his hands, a polite smile on his face.

"Oh, we wouldn't want to impose."

She tilts her head.

"You're not imposing, I'm asking. In fact, I insist."

"We wouldn't want to unsettle you while you're in such a fragile state–"

With a creak, the box fell open. And with a tumble, Kamado Nezuko flops out, slowly growing to the size of an average girl. It is unnerving, it is unnatural, but Senjurou trusts his sister's judgment holds firm, months later. Still, his skin crawls.

Her flower pink eyes rove across the room, until she scoots towards her brother, who pats her. Kamado chuckles nervously.

"Well, there you have it. Welcome to the Rengoku estate, Nezuko-chan. You're the first demon we've ever had a guest." The demon girl blinks up at his Ane-ue, and Ane-ue smiles.

Nezuko sits up, and shuffles forward, her eyes fixed on his sister with soft focus. Ane-ue, despite her words, stiffens. He recognizes from the flare of her nostrils, flame breathing. He knows she hides a tantō in the folds of her clothing.

But Nezuko just rests her hands on her swelling belly. And after a moment, she smiles behind the gag. Ane-ue breathes, and strokes her hair. Ash and embers. Ash and embers. Senjurou shakes off the sparks.

"Thank you, anyways. You've taken a load off our minds. Father is always badmouthing my brother…I could never do anything. Thank you for coming all this way."

"It's all I could do, as his charge."

"Is that right?" Ane-ue asks.

"Yes! He accepted my comrades and I as his disciples on the train before we fought against the first demon. Though it was a mere few hours, he taught me plenty, and I'm sure he would have taught me well had he…survived." The mood falls back down, but it's a weight Senjurou is familiar with. He urges Kamado to pick up his cup.

"I also came here…because Rengoku-san said I might find an answer here, about my Hinokami Kagura, and Sun breathing."

"My Father said something of the sort, when you first arrived. Sun breathing. The first breath technique. I'm afraid I don't know much about it." They turn to Ane-ue, who purses her lips.

"Neither do I. Kyojurou never mentioned anything of the sort to me either. But if Rengoku-san spoke of it, he must know something."

"Rengoku-san said the answers might be found in the Flame Hashira chronicles."

"It might, Kyojurou only had the chance to read them briefly. He keeps them in the room but with your father gone…" A light flashed in her eyes, and she hurried Nezuko off her lap with a soft apology, shooting to her feet.

"Please, stay right here, I'll go get them." A breeze pushed their hair back as she flew out the room.

Senjurou looks at Kamado, who looks at him, and they smile awkwardly. Kamado beckons his sister, but she stays in place, looking at him. It is hard for Senjurou to feel relaxed with a demon mere feet away, staring sunset pink into his face, but he tries not to fidget.

Luckily the moment doesn't last that long because Ane-ue flies back in, an old book in her hands. She shakes her head as she shuts the shoji doors, stray hairs stirring in the wind.

"Ha, new record. You wouldn't believe the mess in there. I cleaned it three days ago, he ruined it in that little amount of time?" She shakes her head again and hands the book gingerly to Kamado.

"Is what you want to find in here?"

All three of them gasp as he opens the book. The cover was intact, and the book was soft from old age. But the book, it was destroyed; the pages were torn and ruined, hardly eligible.

"How…?"

"Was it like this from the start?"

"No, the Flame Hashira Chronicles are stored very carefully. I believe it was my Father who tore those pages. I'm so sorry." Senjurou is mortified. All that history, all that knowledge, just destroyed?

But, isn't he doing the same thing?

"Are there any copies? Or anything you can tell me?" Kamado turns his gaze to Ane-ue, whose face falls.

"I wasn't born into the Rengoku household. If I had become a Flame Hashira then perhaps I could've… I'm so sorry. You came all this way only to learn nothing useful." She hangs her head.

But Kamado shakes his head, his red brown trusses.

"It's alright, please do not worry. I'm going to train harder, that's what I need to do.

"I know how to perform the dance, but I have not yet mastered the Hinokami Kagura. I physically cannot keep up with it. I can't will my body to move the way I want it to. That's my fault, my low stamina is to blame. That's what I need to work on."

Ane-ue's eyes sparked back to life, and she stood on her feet in a flash. Even in her precocious state, her breath still sparked with flames.

"Maybe we can't help you with your dance, or sunbreathing, but we can help with your training. Kyojurou often made training logs, what he could improve on, increasing strength or stamina or speed. I'm sure that could help you too! Let me go look for it!" And she rushed out the room before anyone could say anything.

Senjurou blinks back his shock, and turns back to the Kamado siblings. He feels the awkwardness start to seep back in. He doesn't really speak to people near his age often enough.

Nezuko is (still) looking at him, head now in her brother's lap. The bamboo gag in her mouth bobbed, as if she were trying to say something, but she just leans into her brother's hand.

"Thank you, for all your help and kindness so far." Senjurou looks at the young man, his eyes kind and grateful.

"It is no problem, it is the least we can do." He shakes his head.

"I want- I need to get stronger quickly, so I can protect more people. I can't, the way I am now. If I had been stronger that day, to just…snap my fingers and be powerful enough in an instant to save Rengoku…"

Me too, he thinks, me too.

"But there is no such method. All I can do is struggle. No matter how grueling or frustrating it is, it's all I can do. I have to move forward. I'm not just fighting for my sake." He looked to his sister, content under his hand.

"I know the consequences of failure. I can't suffer from them again. I can't." Senjurou feels the tears falling down his face. Only it didn't feel like a tide, pulling him under. More like the ocean, lapping at him in soft waves.

"My nichirin sword never changed color. Nichirin swords only change after you've acquired a set amount of skills, but mine never did. No matter how hard I trained, it just never did. And I suppose its because…. I never had the will or drive. So I took that as proof of my inherent failure, as a Rengoku. I've always been too meek, too soft and non confrontational. A failure in my father's eyes."

"...I don't regret trying to headbutt him. No, I regret not headbutting him."

That startled a laugh out of him, it was so sudden.

"What would that have accomplished?"

"That would have made everyone feel better."

"Not my father." Kamado shrugs.

"He deserves it." He laughed again, but it had a bitter tinge.

"Well, normally, I would have trained under my brother and become his Tsuguko, a Hashira in reserve. Ane-ue has taken that position, though she's had to take leave for her pregnancy. And I…"

Red eyes flash in his memory. He sighs, weary. He is so tired.

"I'm going to forget about being a swordsman, and try to be useful to others in some other way. Since Ane-ue is not blood related, the Flame Hashira line will be broken, and our long history will no doubt be damaged. But I'm sure that my brother…will forgive me."

His voice cracks. He could perfectly envision it; the warm sturdy presence of his brother, and when he turns to look, a smile. Benevolent and kind. That would be his response, no doubt.

His heart breaks a little.

He feels a hand to his head, and startles up, blinking into pearl pink eyes. Nezuko strokes his head, once, twice, before patting his cheek with a warm palm, careful with her nails.

He didn't think a demon's hands would be this soft.

"Do what you feel is right." Tanjiro Kamado has a gleam in his eyes as he takes in the two of them, something warm and sorrowful, like nostalgia.

He smiled. "If anyone tries to badmouth you, I'll headbutt them!"

"And I'll punch them!" Ane-ue burst through the shoji doors, and the boys jump. Senjurou has to reach out to steady the table. Nezuko is the only one nonplussed, patting his back as if in comfort.

"Sorry, that took so long. But here! I'm sure these would help you." Three journals she handed to Tanjiro-kun, and he quickly flipped through them, smiling up at her in gratitude.

"Yes, yes, this will surely help. Thank you so much!!"

"It's the least we can do. And Senjurou?" He knows that tone. He looks up at his sister, but her gaze is more kind than stern. She cut no corners.

"Why did you never tell me you felt this way?"

Senjurou wants to look away, but he doesn't dare.

"....Because you would have denied it, and I don't deserve it."

Her eyes burn.

"'Don't deserve it'? Senjurou–"

"But it's true, is it not?" He's not one to cut off his Ane-ue, but he feels like he is suddenly being swept up into a frenzy.

"I've been training, but my sword has never changed color. I don't have as much stamina or speed or strength as any other slayer. I don't have any other qualities I can turn into strengths, like Mitsuri-chan, to make up for my shortcomings. Even with my brother gone…I can't even turn that into a strength. I'm weak."

He thinks of flower pink eyes and calloused hands, and the work that they do, the tragedy that went into both. He has callouses on his hands too, but not like those. Not like those.

She hums.

"There are those that live up to expectations, like your father before, and surpass them, like Kyojurou. There are slayers that take their pain and use it to fuel their strength. Like Lady Shinobu, Or Sanemi-San, or dozens of other slayers. Or, they use their love, like Mitsuri-chan, Oyakata-sama. But one of the things that we all have in common, besides our despair over the world, is love for it." Her eyes don't stray.

"And love for the people in it. Both the ones still here and the ones that have passed." She moves to sit and Senjurou helps her settle down smoothly. She grabs his hands and squeezes.

"The Demon Slayer Corps is a movement that spans generations, we are driven by hope and love, and passion. And all our anger, and all our sorrow. All those centuries worth of emotions is what inspires and guides us."

She moves her gaze, and Senjurou finds the Kamado siblings at the end of it.

"But the problem with a movement that lasts generations, is that the trauma also lasts generations. More people are hurt. Some people are just born tired. Angry. They give themselves over to any cause that accepts them, and that's how they fall through the cracks. They're taken from their homes and families. Children become fodder, or demons, or slayers.

"A movement that lasts generations means the hurt is allowed to spread for generations. And as a Slayer, it is my duty and honor to fight against this sickness. Sometimes, the only way to get rid of the sickness is to burn it with fire. And some people throw themselves into that fire. If it keeps the flames burning, so be it. If it keeps the sickness from spreading, as it should. If I'm the last, then let it be. Just like Kyojurou. Just like me, when the time should ever arise. Its not a matter of if, Senjurou, its when."

Ane-ue sighs, and she suddenly looks so tired. It's not the dark circles under eyes, or the slight stray hairs, or the frown on her face. Her face is smooth, the crows feet at the corner of her eyes fading from the absence of laughter. The calluses on her hands are starting to fade. She is still so young.

Her voice croaks as she speaks. She clears her throat.

"But what is left over after the hurt? After the world has been burnt and salted? Who's going to rebuild the towns and houses and roads? Patch all the wounds? Who's going to stitch the clothing, or cook breakfast in the morning?" Senjurou doesn't know he is weeping until she smiles at him and it's blurrier than usual, and he would feel embarrassed if Tanjiro-kun wasn't weeping with him.

"And some people are born soft. And that's a good thing. I think that's so good. I would hate for my baby to be born in a home where soft is a bad thing. Because if humans could harness the power of our anger and hatred, Demons would have been eradicated already. But all we have is our desperation and hope and love, and we have to prove that's enough" Her tears fall when she strokes her belly.

"That's why I have so much hope for you two. It's why Kyojurou and I chose to pick up the blade. To protect you, and all that is like you."

"But it's not supposed to be like that." He cries.

"I'm supposed to be a Rengoku. I'm supposed to be better. I have a legacy to uphold and I'm failing that. I'm just…" He chokes.

"Senjuru, there is no better. You are my brother and that brings me so much joy because you are you." She shuffles closer, and draws him to her side with an arm around his shoulders.

"I was supposed to be something else too. I was supposed to be so many things, things I thought I wanted and some I definitely didn't. But I'm glad I'm here now. I'm glad I married your brother. I'm glad I'm your sister and I'm glad I'm going to be a mother. I'm not glad so many things went wrong, but I'm happy with who I am, and where I ended up. I'm so happy you're here too. And I know Kyojurou would be happy with you as you are, and as you will be, whoever you choose to be. He wouldn't want you to berate yourself like this."

"He's gone now. I'm supposed to protect you. I'm supposed to take care of you." She huffed a laugh.

"I think he left us to care for each other, and that includes your Father too. I miss him too, Senjurou," and now her voice fully breaks.

"Every moment of every day and night. But the world has to go on, and we have to live with the hurt."

"I just feel so small." His face crumbles and she draws him tighter.

"And that's fine too. Not every night needs to be burned away with fire. Sometimes, we just need a candle to guide us through it. "

"Set your heart ablaze." Three heads turned to Tanjiro-kun, who was wiping his tears away unsuccessfully.

"That is what Rengoku-san told me. No matter how devastated you may be by your own weakness or uselessness, grit your teeth and look ahead, because the world isn't going to stop and wait for you.

"I keep those words in my heart and use it to strive forward. The world is always moving, and often cruel. But I think it's good also…to have love for it. For what good is there. So I will keep my kindness. I will keep my soft heart. Even if others say that it's my weakness, that it's useless. Which I don't understand because wouldn't you want someone to be kind to you, especially at your worst? Especially when your time comes?

"That's why, before I am a demon slayer, " he looks at his sister, his tears like raindrops.

"I'm an older brother. I'm the eldest son. And this is what my family has taught me. I will keep it."

"What does it say to all my predecessors if I chose to keep my 'softness', if it means forsaking my history?" Senjurou mumbles.

Tanjiro-kun shrugs.

"What does it say to the living if you don't? To your brother's memory? The world is full of cruel things. I've already seen too much of it. I want there to be soft places too." Tanjiro-kun smiles, fragile.

"I think you could be one of them. I think you should."

"Kyojurou would always speak so happily about returning home to you on every one of our joint missions," his sister mumbles into his hair.

"I think you already were, long before any of us knew."

"Ane-ue and I will restore the Flame Hashira Chronicles ourselves. I will also ask my Father, and send you word of anything through our crow."

The early sunset made his red brown hair shine like molten coals, his eyes as soft and kind as summer. Looking at him reminded Senjurou of an ocean horizon, shining and crested with golden froth.

"You are kind, Senjurou-kun. Thank you, and your sister, for your help and hospitality." He bowed. Senjurou laughed, a little scoff.

"I should be thanking you, for bringing my brother's last words to us. You were kind to defend me, and I am grateful. I'm...glad I got the chance to meet you, to talk to you. Please get home safely."

A nod, an adjustment of the box on his shoulders, and Tanjiro turned to leave. Senjurou gathered his courage.

"Wait, Tanjiro-kun. Here." His brother's nichirin sword guard lay in the cloth, polished to a shine.

Ane-ue pressed it into his hands with a watery smile, a knowing look shared between them, and pushed him towards Tanjiro-kun when it was time to leave.

Without the sword guard, Ani-ue's sword would need a new one, if it was ever going to see battle again. But Senjurou knew that Ane-ue would never have the heart to replace such an integral piece of his sword.

It would be laid to rest, finally.

"I…! Surely I can't accept something as valuable as this!"

He pressed it insistently into his hands, holding it before…letting go.

"I want you to take it with you. I'm sure it will protect you."

"...If I must. Thank you." He waved him off till he disappeared in the distance, and stood there against the red sky, breathing in, out. Finally, he stepped inside.

Father had already returned, thankfully without a fuss. The alcohol must have quelled his rage for the time being. Better now then never.

Kneeled in proper seiza. Hands in lap. Back straight. Voice neutral, to avoid any dispute.

"Our guest has already left, Father." The sweet sharp smell of sake must have sunk into the wood of the floor, because his father's room always smelt of it. He knew few people could tolerate the scent, and he once found it unbearable, but his nose grew accustomed. It was a mess just like his sister said.

"...Tanjiro Kamado. And his demon sister."

"Nezuko Kamado." His father's eyes cut to him, and he jolted, a little.

"A demon is a demon. It doesn't have a name. And you let it into our home?"

"...I trust that Ane-ue's and my brother's judgment still holds firm all this time later." He thinks of soft hands. Calloused hands. Both so kind.

His father scoffs, turns away again.

"Your sister's brain is muddled. Too many...events for her to handle. And what good are the words of a deadman when they go against everything he supposedly lived for? All those years struggling and despairing, becoming a hashira, killing countless demons. Now you make exceptions for one? Why, because it never killed a human?"

Hm. It's the first time Father really acknowledged his brother. It was odd. It left a sour tang in his mouth. His brother should have heard this, not him.

"I trust their judgment." He scoffed again, and rested his cheek against his hand. He sipped from the jug.

"Tanjiro-kun came to give us my brother's final words. He had some for you. They–"

"What do I care about that? It's probably just his gripes about me. I don't want to hear what I already know."

"But Father–"

"Don't make me repeat myself Senjurou." Senjurou pushes because he has to.

"But my brother's words–"

Father shoots up, shadowed by the sunset at his back. His eyes, rimmed red, keep Senjurou pinned, the words sitting on his tongue, heavy.

"....Get out of my room Senjurou." He doesn't look to see if he has. He just turns away, knowing that he will.

And he almost does. He's done it before. But if he ever was a Rengoku, if he was ever his brother's brother, he wouldn't leave his Father here.

"...'Take care of yourself, Father.'

"Those were the only words my brother left for you, Father. I'll be going now." There was no response as he shut the door, and he didn't linger to hear anything else. Let him have his moment of grief, reflection, whichever.

Ane-ue was serving dinner. She looks up and smiles, and he smiles back, taking the spoon from her. They eat in silence. And retire to bed in silence.

There are some spots of color. Giyuu-san visits, and he is so quiet that Senjurou can't help but see a man immobile in his awkwardness. A kind man, kind enough to spare a demon and give up his life for brother and sister, and his sister likes to tease him.

Sanemi-san never sends any letters, even after they've been encouraged to write to him. First out of courtesy, then acquaintanceship, then friendship. He sends boxes of mochi, tea, sweet fruit and toys for children. Senjurou doesn't know if the toys are for him or for the baby.

A few weeks after Tanjiro-kun visits he wakes up, next to his sister with an odd feeling. She is sleeping and he is pressed to her front and he feels it again, just under his ribs. His eyes widen.

The baby kicks his ribs again and again throughout the night, and he stays up to feel them. His eyes tear up a little, (from the pain, of course, they're strong, they are Rengoku after all), and he wonders what their name will be.

Tanjiro-kun writes too. He includes stories of a Zenitsu and Inosuke, or yellow boy and boar-head boy, as his brother had called them. He laughs so hard at these stories he cries, and he doesn't care if his Father hears and gets annoyed, because the first time he did that and every time he does it after his sister smiles like she just saw the sun again after a long winter. She asks him to read them to her and she laughs too, and then she jolts and holds her belly, a grin at her lips when they kick. (Senjurou seriously doesn't know how she can smile with getting her ribs kicked in from the inside. It hurt from the outside with him.)

Father…writes more often. He is more a brooding silent then a seething silent nowadays, and he doesn't glare as often. He is helping them restore the Flame Hashira chronicles. He helps Ane-ue or himself cook, or just does it himself sometimes. Supervised by Ane-ue of course, he hasn't cooked in years after all. He even ruffled Senjurou's hair one time, as they passed each other in the halls. He helps with the chores and goes out to get supplies for them. He helps Ane-ue put on her shoes on family walks, and Senjurou feels a little like a scab, tender and healing.

Every week, once a week, Father leaves his room after dinner and lights the torch. He sets it up, bright and blazing, and he stays. They talk, low under the crackling of fire. Senjurou wonders if this brings back memories for him, of a mother Senjuro hardly remembers.

Tonight, he sits by Ane-ue's side as she stares into a blazing torch, a hand on her growing belly. He counts. She blinks once every two minutes.

"It's so late. Why don't you two go to bed? I can take out the fire myself."

"...Ruka and Kyojurou would yell at me from beyond the grave if I left you here."

"If they aren't already. You nearly burnt the house down cooking dinner tonight."

Senjurou pops in.

"To be fair, he's hardly cooked in years. Only the food was burnt tonight, at least, and that's the best case scenario."

"....Stare at the flames so we can go to bed already." Senjurou smiles. He hasn't flinched in months.

There are still days he wakes up, cold and gray. Ane-ue still weeps when he or Father help her into her shoes when she can't bend down anymore.

But in the morning there is breakfast, and chores, and a letter waiting to be replied to. There is a lightness in his chest that feels like ocean froth, like wind in a whistle, grass growing out of stone, a warmed hearth, a new name being chosen. He has made his decision.

#my stuff #my writing #kny kyojuro x reader #kny kyojurou #kny kyojuro #kny senjurou #kny senjuro #kny angst #kny rengoku #demon slayer au #demon slayer #rengoku senjurou #rengoku senjuro #rengoku kyojuro #rengoku kyoujurou #hearth #angst #long fic

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peachdues · 10 months

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please give us a crumb of part 2?

Oh boy.

How about I give y'all some general things that you will see?

There are going to be two confrontations between Kyojuro and Y/N, and one small one between Kyojuro and Shinobu (and Shinobu gets downright vicious). Tengen (in his brief appearance) is going to be the omnipotent god every story needs. Y/N is going to tap-dance all over Kyojuro's buttons because she's had it.

There will be more insight into why Kyo is so angry/angsty, but he's still gonna get dragged. He will also grovel.

And we'll see how much Kyojuro likes to eat.

#and i don't mean food #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro rengoku #kyojuro angst #kyojuro x y/n #kyojuro imagine #kyojuro rengoku x reader #kyojurou #kny x reader #kny fanfic #kny

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kimetsu-no-yaiba-writings · 2 years

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to the post about the katy perry song: yk those experiences where you form an immediate connection with someone you meet for the first time? where you kind of fall in love with them a little too quickly & you desperately wanna get to know them better, but the moment passes and you never see them again.. that, but right before he has to go on the mugen train mission :^)

........My heart has successfully been broken (T^T) Shiro you absolute menace....

The way you’ve worded this is just on point and I really couldn’t have put it better and honestly, this just makes my heart ache more just picturing this happen cause it just....AHHHHHH

The light of falling in love and becoming interested in him, wanting to hold onto his light and warmth because it’s set your soul on fire

The yearning and need to know more, the hope at maybe falling in love properly together and the fluffy puppy love that burns inside of you

In such a short time Rengoku Kyojuro has burnt himself into you

AHHHHHHHH

I can’t formulate words properly to write (T^T ) but please know that this is just immaculate angst materiel Shiro

For those who are confused here is the Katy Perry song post I made

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kyojuro-ska · 2 years

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Okay please hear me out 🥺

"No matter how many chances are given to me, I still want to see you again, because where you are, is where I should be."

Just, a perfect script for an angst 😖 It just hit the spot.

#anime #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kny rengoku #kyojurou #rengoku kyōjurō #anime art #fanart #tengen uzui #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x y/n #demon slayer angst #demon slayer au #fanfic angst #angst with a happy ending

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gothic-thoughts · 12 days

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The Wholesome Masterlist (will update monthly)

All Black Reader(dur), either Fem of Gender Neutral

All Fluff -- All Angst -- All Drabble (smut one coming soon)

Sorted by Fandom in Alphabetical Order

Attack On Titan

Smart Choices-- Levi Ackerman Fem Angst

C.O.D.

Safer With A Stranger-- Soap Mactavish Fem Angst

(Un)Trustworthy-- König Fem Angst

So Damn Into You-- Konig Fem Fluff

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy-- König Fem Fluff/Angst

Demon Slayer

Lost and Found-- Kyojurou Rengoku Fem Angst/Fluff

His Favorite Rival-- Tengen Uzui GN Fluff

Genshin Impact

House Of Memories-- Diluc Ragnvindr Fem Angst

Whole Lotta Lost-- Kaeya Alberich Fem Fluff

JJBA

Just Five Seconds Of Focus-- Joseph Joestar Fem Fluff

Second Chances-- Dio Brando Fem Fluff

High Baby Fever-- Dio Brando Fem Angst

Too Selfless-- Stardust Crusaders GN Angst

Aftermath-- Dio Brando Fem Angst

Be Still-- Narcisco Anastasia GN Fluff

Quarto De Hotel-- Dio Brando Fem Fluff

Ghosts-- Josuke Higashigata GN Fluff

JJK

Area Codes-- JJK x Reader GN Headcannons

Slow on the Internet-- Yuuji Itadori Fem Fluff

Who Is She?-- Geto Suguru GN Fluff

Come To Fruition-- Sukuna Ryomen GN Angst

Late-- Nanami Kento Fem Drabble

Date Night-- Nanami Kento Fem Fluff

Not Listening-- Toge Inumaki Fem Angst

Different I Love You-- Gojo Satoru Fem Fluff

Bombing-- Sukuna Ryomen Fem Angst

Marvel

Oddly Intriguing-- Bucky Barnes GN Drabble

My Hero Academia (there's only like 2 and I don't really plan on writing more 😭)

New Kid-- Dabi Fem Fluff

Formal Introduction-- Shota Aizawa GN Fluff

One Piece

Reimburse-- Roronoa Zoro GN Drabble

No One Left Behind-- Roronoa Zoro Fem Angst

No One Left Behind? (Part 2)-- Roronoa Zoro Fem Fluff

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orenjikaraka · 3 years

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I’m Truly Sorry, please Forgive Me…

Rengoku Kyojuro x reader angst

Warnings: slight manga warning aka mainly akaza just slightly though, cursing, concerned for weight, angst

word count: 4279

AU: modern

(Y/N) woke up to an empty side of the bed, She wondered if he’s at work again, she sighed, she got up, she actually kind of disappointed that he's not here , ‘Kyojuro…’ she thought, she still felt tired, but kind of relieved in the same time, because she was on break, it was only for a week, but she’s glad that she doesn’t have to go to work today, ‘I should make dinner for him, because he usually comes back late at night’, when she got up, the floor was cold, ‘well crap now I’m awake’, she got dressed and went to the kitchen, she made Kyojuro’s dinner and made her breakfast, she put his plate in the fridge, and ate her breakfast alone while watching some shows.

After she finished her food, she was wondering if she should call him, to see if he was alright. But before she could even try, Genya was calling her, ‘weird timing’, and she answered “hi Genya, what’s up?” “O- oh hi (Y/N), I was wondering if Rengoku-San is doing ok, because he’s been working on a lot of paperwork, he usually be finish with it, and head to your home, but- but he been like this yesterday morning and I don’t- don’t think he left school?” ‘Now that you think about it, Kyojuro left early yesterday in the morning, I thought it would be like a meeting, but who takes meetings that early in the DAMN morning’ “maybe he just has extra work, he needs to do Genya”, “ trueee, but he looks exhausted, so I wondering if you could check on him?”

‘Awwww, Genya, still acting like a little brother, it’s no wonder he’ll be worried, heck I'm worried too, but usually when these things happen like this, he comes the next day, sleeping soundly on our bed…’ “Genya, sweetheart, don’t worry about it, he’ll be back probably late at night, and be sound asleep in my bed, so don’t worry” “but- but (Y/N)” ‘this boy…’ “Genya I’ll tell you what, if he doesn’t come this midnight, and if morning happens and he’s still not there, can you ask Sanemi to go check on him, because I’ll be busy tomorrow, and you know, some errands for the house and grocery stopping, also I chose Sanemi, because you’ll be busy with school you know” “i- I know, and o- ok” … “OH, (Y/N), I’m celebrating my birthday today. Would you like to come, Tanjiro and his sister will be there, and Sanemi of course, “oh I would love to, I don’t really have anything to do today anyway so sure!” “YES- wait I mean thank you… for… coming…” ‘hehe poor boy, probably made his classmates scared’ “your welcome Genya, also happy birthday!” “Thank you, (Y/N), bye” “bye”.

‘Oh, before I do anything I should go buy him a gift’ so (Y/N) put on some casual clothes, instead of just wearing Pajamas, and went to the mail.

—-

All the classes has ended, and Rengoku just finished a big batch of paperwork, he yawn, and checked if he was finished, he looked on his schedule and saw more paperwork has been placed with a big sticky note that says ‘Teacher of history class: Rengoku Kyojuro; must be finished by tomorrow!’ “Fuck…” he just wanted to go home and sleep with his beautiful wife, on that soft bed, “guess this will be my 4th coffee for the day…” he got up and yawn again, and stretched, his back pop, but not in the good way, “ow, ow, ow, never doing that again…”, he walked over, and picked his stack of paper he had to do, he sat it in his desk, and walked to the teachers lounge’s door, and opened it to the hallway, before he stepped out, he saw Genya with Sanemi, most likely walking home, he guessed, but he heard Genya saying before they left, “(Y/N), is coming over, for the party, I’m so glad she’s free today!” And as they left, Kyojuro felt frustrated, ‘why didn't she tell me anything…’ he yawned again, “God, these yawns are getting on my nerves, I need my coffee…”

When he made it to the teachers lunch room, he started to make his coffee, when it finished, he drinks it, unusually fast, but unsatisfied, by the results, ‘ima have another’ so he made another, and drink it the exact speed as the last one, satisfied by the 2nd coffee, he was gonna go back to the teachers lounge, but saw a small box that had some sweet rolls, on the box it said, ‘you may only take one’, but Kyojuro had a craving to eat the whole damn box, all those coffees are really messing up his appetite, ‘who’s gonna notice these anyway, I eat most of the stuff here, so who gives a damn’ ‘but then again… I’ll gain some weight…’ he put one hand on his side, and felt some fat, it’s not noticeable, but it’s still pudge, ‘maybe I regret being a teacher, all this damn paperwork, and exhaustion, and drinking all this coffee really affecting my body…’ when he was thinking about all this stuff and he was about to ditch it and left, but hunger was just raging in his stomach so ‘ok, ok, maybe some won’t hurt’ and took the whole damn box and left for the teachers lounge.

—-

(Y/N) was at Sanemi’s house celebrating Genya’s birthday, everything was going great and to (Y/N), she was surprised that Sanemi was having a great time too. It was kind of sad that Kyojuro wasn’t there, he would be giving Genya tons of gifts, but sadly he’s still at work, it made (Y/N) a bit disappointed again, but she wanted to just hope, he’s doing ok, “(Y/N), what’s wrong?” “Oh, Sanemi, I’m just worried for my husband is all…” “don’t worry about it, like you said to Genya, if he doesn’t show up to your house tomorrow morning, I’ll go check on him, just relax and don’t worry about it” “ok…” “quick (Y/N), I’m blow the heck out of the candles!!” Genya said, (Y/N) laughed, “ok!!, come on Sanemi, get off that couch of yours, and stop being lazy” Sanemi smirk “ohhhh really, I’ll prove to you, that I’m not” he gets up, “I like to see you try!!” Sanemi and (Y/N) laughed after that, and went over to the kitchen to celebrate Sanemi’s little bro's birthday.

—-

After Genya’s birthday celebration was over, (Y/N) went straight home, to relax and just vibe at home, when she took her shower and other little chores and pajamas on, she was about to fell on her bed, but she heard a knock on her door, she immediately turned around and hope it was Kyojuro, when she opened it, her excitement immediately stopped, she saw akaza, “sorry to bother you Mrs. Rengoku, but I’m just here to drop some stuff off”, “who stuff is it?” “Just Rengoku-sans” “oh ok, thanks akaza, oh also is he still at work?” Akaza sighed “yeah… I kind of feel bad for the guy, been working his ass off over some stupid extra paperwork…”, ‘I’ll remind Sanemi tomorrow to go check on him’, “akaza, before you leave, thanks again I appreciate it”, “your welcome, and have a great night!” Akaza waved goodbye and walked away, ‘akaza, I hope that boy relationship is better then mine, because he needs it, he’s such a sweet boy…’ (Y/N) closed the door, and looked in the box, it had finished paperwork inside it.

‘Ren… you really need to take a break…’

—-

The next evening is even more tiring than before, Kyojuro looks more warned out; he looks like he's gonna faint any minute, but that coffee stops him from doing so. ‘Fuck me… my eyes hurt so much…’ Kyojuro yawned again. The teacher's office door opened, Kyojuro didn’t give a damn who it was, because he felt like passing out. “Rengoku”, … “Kyojuro”, … “HEY, I know you can hear me, don’t play du-“ “how about you shut your mouth Sanemi” “tch, hey I’m only here because your wife sent me here to check up on you, not for you to be a asshole to me” that annoyed Kyojuro “why the hell are you with my (Y/N)” “Ren, she’s like a sister to me, even though we’re not related, I still see her as family, so why the fuck you think, I be behind your back with that” Kyojuro sighed and stood from his chair “where is she” “she’s out doing errands, she wanted to come over here and check on you, but house chores and grocery shopping” Kyojuro sat back down and trying to finish what he was left off “ok, leave, I have work to do, so buzz off”.

“Are you listening to yourself right now, your just gonna go back on your work instead of paying attention to (Y/N)” “no, I need to finish it, for my job, someone needs to pay the bills in the house” Sanemi got pissed off by that, then he chuckled “tch, no wonder (Y/N) comes to my house, when she’s all tearing up, because someone needs to give her attention and that someone is not you” Kyojuro stood up and put his hands by Sanemi’s shirt, Sanemi can see that flame in his eyes, the rage… “Sanemi if you lay a finger on-“ “maybe I should, I can treat her better than you…” Kyojuro was about to punch him, but the door opened again, and Genya was there, poor boy was shocked, “let go, Rengoku” Sanemi made Kyojuro let go, Sanemi walked over to Genya, and reassured him, Kyojuro just stared back and a overflowing guilt fell on him, Sanemi looked back with rage and discuss in his eyes, “Ren, you need to get your act together, if you can’t do that, she’s gonna move on, and divorce you…” then slammed the door.

Sanemi walked out with Genya and head home, but before he touched the door knob, his phone rings, he got his phone out of his pocket and saw (Y/N) on the screen, he answers, “hey what’s up” “hey can I come spend the night at your house” Sanemi was surprised, “oh… why-“ “Genya texted me, that the talk you had with Ren, didn’t go so well…” ‘she sounds depressed’ “hey… is everything ok…” ‘wait, why would I ask such a dumb question’ “kinda… I'm just sick of being alone at home…” “yeah, want me to come pick you up” “yes…” “ok, I’ll come pick you up in 10 minutes from now” “thanks Sem Sem, I appreciate it” Sanemi chuckled, “your welcome, (Y/N)…”

—-

It was late at night again, and Kyojuro was still at work doing paperwork, he felt like knocking out, his eyes were drooping and his back hurts, ‘me, an jerk, fuck off Sanemi…’ ‘maybe I should call her…’ Kyojuro stop doing his work and picked up his phone off the desk and started to call her, it rings and rings and rings, until a voicemail happens, “hi this is (Y/N), I might be busy with my husband, so please understand, leave a message after the beep”, *bee-* He canceled it before it even tried to go to voicemail, ‘why should I even try again, it’s midnight’ he put his phone down and he wanted to rest his eyes ‘maybe, I am a jerk’ then he denied it ‘no, I need to finish this work…’ yawned again, ‘actually maybe a small nap won’t hurt, right?’ He laid on his arms, and wondered ‘am I really a bad husband, mom if you were here, what would you say about this…’ Kyojuro slowly fell asleep on his desk.

—-

It was midnight and (Y/N) didn’t want to call back Kyojuro, she saw the missed call from him, but she was shocked to think he would call her, she sighed and tried to go to sleep but couldn’t, maybe she’s overreacting about Kyojuro, she knows his job can be overwhelming, but… but… she’s tearing up, she’s sobbing, she’s quivering, she lift herself up, and put her arms around her legs.

Sanemi was fast asleep in the living room couch, Genya couldn’t really sleep because what happened in the teachers lounge, what Sanemi said and what Rengoku said, he felt guilt swelling up in his heart, then he hear (Y/N) sobbing in Sanemi’s master bedroom, he sit up, and opened his door, and quietly walked to his brother’s room, slowly opened the door, and saw (Y/N), he felt horrible, he closed the door behind him, and slowly touched her back and slowly rubs her back, “hey, (Y/N)… everything will be ok…” (Y/N) let go of her arms and slowly hugged Genya, she was sobbing on his shoulder, he hugged her back, and give light rubs on her back, and whispered “everything is going to be fine”, it slowly calmed her down, and she looked up at Genya, her puffy eyes made him felt terrible, “I’m sorry I woke you up Genya, it’s just so much is happening…” “no, no, no, it’s fine, your stressed out because what’s all happening and I completely understand that'', “thanks Genya…” “do you need anything else, (Y/N)” she paused and still looked gloomy, “can you sleep with me, It’s hard for me to sleep”, Genya spaced out and it was a little out of the blue for him, “sur- sure, if it- it helps you sleep- I com- completely understand” his cheeks were slightly pink, (Y/N) laughed because he looks so cute, when’s he’s blushy, “thanks Genya'' she made a small smile, that made Genya stop blushing, he smiled back, he stood up, and started to fix his side of the bed, and he walked out and walked back in for his phone, (Y/N) layed down on her side of the bed, and Genya rested on the left side, “thanks again Gen Gen…” “your welcome (Y/N)…” and they both fell asleep.

—-

Sanemi woke up first, because he needs to get Genya ready for school and everything, like make his breakfast and stuff, he left his main clothes in the living room because he didn’t want to wake up (Y/N), he got dressed and he head to Genya’s room, to wake him up, when he got there and opened the door, he wasn’t there, ‘where you go?’ Then he look at his room, and slowly walked to his room and opened it, and saw Genya sleeping on the left side and (Y/N) on the right, ‘she must’ve had a hard time sleeping, so she asked Genya…’ he still felt frustrated from yesterday, ‘maybe I should call for a day off today, because of (Y/N)’ so he slowly closed the door and called his boss, he said Genya’s not feeling well and that Genya has to stay home, and he had to stay home and take care of him, he ended the call and started to make breakfast for the both of them, he made there plates first, then he made his, his room door opened and Sanemi’s head looked at the direction, and saw Genya walked out then (Y/N), they both yawn, “I smelled pancakes, so I woke up first” (Y/N) said, Genya just shook up, “wait!, ima be late for school!”, then Sanemi quickly said “you dork, I told them we have a day off!, so calm down…``''oh…”, (Y/N) laughed on the two brothers, “why did you call a day off Sanemi?” “Because of you, I saw Genya slept on the other side of the bed, so I thought, you had a hard time sleeping” “I did and Genya helped, isn’t that little dude” “HEY, I’m not around the same age, but I am like twice your size!”, (Y/N) laughed, it made the brothers smile, because it’s better to see their friend happy instead of so sorrowful, “hey, Sanemi… later from today, can you drop me at the school, I need to talk to Rengoku'' Sanemi was a bit surprised to hear her say his last name, “sure, I can, but if anything happens I’ll be in the hallway, and if anyone ask why I’m there, I’ll just say, I’m waiting on someone” “thanks Sanemi” she smiled softly “your welcome (Y/N), if anything happens I’ll rush in there”

“Thanks and I appreciate it”

—-

It was the afternoon and Kyojuro woke up from his nap, he felt all horrible, his back still hurts, his eyes has deep bags under them, and his body has a trill to drink more coffee, he tried stretching again, but the aches on his back felt like needles piercing through his skin “well that just fucking hurts” he touched his sides and his back, because they were hurting like hell, ‘hope this day, won’t get any worse as it is’, the teacher’s lounge door opened and right when he looked up, he saw his beautiful (Y/N), she looked dreadful, “hi…” she spoke, he felt guilt in his heart because how sad she sounds, “hi…” “can we talk, Rengoku…”, Kyojuro felt even more guilt, why is she calling me that, like we’re strangers all over again he thought, “baby, why are you not calling me by my-“ “Ren, why aren’t you coming home” that guilt slowly turns into frustration, “because I have a job, and I need to pay the bills for us to survive…” “yes, but doesn’t mean you stay up and at your job for three days straight”, “so-“, now (Y/N) slightly raising her voice “what do you mean so!, look at yourself, you been sitting in your desk, drinking coffee, have horrible bags under your eyes, you look like your gonna knock out, Rengo-“ “STOP CALLING ME BY MY LAST NAME” that terrified her, but she still stood her ground, “why should I!! I have been ignored for the past three days! You don’t even give me a text that ‘I’ll be still at work!’ Or at least something comforting!” “Oh (Y/N)!, why don’t you stop being a sensitive little bitch!, and just grow up!”

Kyojuro eyes went wide, shocked to why he even said that, (Y/N) was trembling, her tears were streaming down her cheeks, Kyojuro wanted to help her calm down, but when he tried to reach for her, she backed up, Kyojuro felt horrible, he felt like he wanted to get punched, his voice was shaky, “(Y/N)…” he tried to touch her shoulder again, but she back up again, “don’t touch me…” his heart shattered when he heard her and how scared she is, “(Y/N), I’m sorry…”, it was silent, until she said “Kyojuro…, no wonder your just like your father…”, and she ran out just like that, Kyojuro was speechless, he wanted to run after her, but couldn’t, because she was right, Kyojuro started tearing up and quavering.

“Am I really…”

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(Y/N) was running away from the school, the students that were leaving school saw her with sad looks on there faces, Sanemi was behind yelling her name, She just wanted to go far, far, far away from this horrible school, Sanemi chack up, and grabbed her by the arm, “LET GO!!” And Sanemi turned her around, “hey, it’s me, it's me…”, she hugged Sanemi and he hugged back, he picked her up, “it’s going to be ok… shhh.. everything going to be ok… I’ll take you back to my house…”

When they got there, Genya looked worried for (Y/N), she was crying silently, Sanemi wanted to put her down, but she didn’t let go, “(Y/N)?”, “can- can, you and Genya, stay up with me…, be- because I don’t think I can sleep…” Sanemi felt horrible, he should’ve just stepped in, but he wanted to give them space and respect their personal conversation, “sure, (Y/N), anything to make you positive and not stressed, I can do that” ‘hearing that from Sanemi was strange, because usually he’s always stern or blatantly aggressive, but he always would hide his anger on me’ “tha- thanks, Sem Sem…” Sanemi made a small pleasant smile that also made her smile, “hey, (Y/N), how about we watch a movie for the night?”

“Sure, I would love that…”

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When Kyojuro got home, he was not surprised that she wasn’t here, his fist clenched, and he slammed the door behind him, he was starving, because he felt like if he ate, he’ll just throw up, but he had to eat something, so he walked over to the kitchen and opened the fridge, and saw some dinner, wrapped in foil, and a sticky note on top, he picked up the note, and it read, ‘hi, love, I’m glad your home, finished this amazing dinner I made, I worked really hard on it, so I hope you like it!’ Also ps. When you finish come cuddle with me! <3’, a teardrop fell on the note, and his hand was shaking, it started to become hard to read, because the tears kept flowing, he closed the fridge, and decided to not eat it, the note was now on the floor but he didn’t care, he just wanted to go to sleep, and just hope this is all a nightmare…

After he took his shower and got ready for bed, he wanted to call her again, so he did, but right when he clicked the call button, it went straight to voicemail, he hung up, before her cute voice can say anything, he tossed his phone on her side of the bed, and sat down on his side of the bed, his quivering got worriedly worst, his breathing was uneven, “(Y/N)… please come… back… I’m… nothing like my father…”

“Please… I’m sorry… please come back…”

—-

The following morning, Sanemi woke up first, he got up quietly, stretched his back and popped his joints. He was gonna start breakfast for everyone, but he heard a knock on the door, “who the hell can that be?”, he opened the door and saw Kyojuro, he looked exhausted as usual, but he was well dressed, his hair looks kind of messy, “can I see her, I need to talk to her…” his voice sounds raspy, “no, also please leave, she doesn’t want company at the moment” Sanemi was about to close the door but Kyojuro put his foot on the side, so it won’t close, “please… I must talk to her…” Sanemi hated being in the middle of this, but he can’t just do nothing, (Y/N) was upset about and to see her not happy, makes him wants to punch the hell out of whoever made her unhappy, “listen Rengoku, I don’t want to beat the living pulp out of you, so if you mind, just fucking leave” “I’m not leaving until I talk to her!” He can see those flames in his eyes again. “Why you-“

“Sanemi, who is that?”, (Y/N) woke up, then Genya woke up after, Sanemi turned around with a sad look, “it’s no one” “that’s a lie, (Y/N) please… come out and open the door so we can talk… please…” (Y/N) was shocked to hear Kyojuro at the other side of the door, Sanemi turn back “dude, I told you-“ “Sanemi, let me go talk to him” she stood and walked over to the door, Sanemi turned back, with sternness, but he couldn’t say no, so he opened the door fully and walked to his room and told Genya to follow, but before the two boys went to Sanemi’s room, Sanemi said this, “if you hurt her, your dead you hear”, and both the both the boys were out of sight, it was just (Y/N) and Kyojuro.

“What is it, Rengoku…”

“Look I know you hate me, but please hear me out…” he stepped in and got a little closer.

(Y/N) sighed and nodded in response.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry, that I ignored your text, your calls, and most of all, I’m sorry that I ignored you, it breaks my heart to see you so sad and stressed out, to see you so scared and frightened of me, I don’t want you to see me as my father, I'm truly sorry, please forgive me… I’ll never treat you like this ever again…” his voice was cracking while he talked, but it truly hurt to see him like this, “I’ll prov- prove to you that I’m a worthy husband to you…” he was quivering, “I- I- love you- you, (Y/N)… please don’t leave me… I’m sorry…” “please… I’ll do better-“

(Y/N) hugged him back she was sobbing, but at least she didn’t walk away from him, he hugged her back, and kept saying sweet sorrys, in her ears, giving her kisses, and making her feel loved…

“I’m sorry… my love…”

“Kyojuro… I forgive you…”

“You do!” he sounded like a lost puppy and that make her laughed

“Yes, Koy” she smiled

Kyojuro had the brightest smile, and it made her even more happy.

She hugged him again and he hugged back, “hey koy~”

Hm~”

“Love the new you~” she hugged around his waist.

He blushed, “(Y/N)…” he said shyly he covered his face on her shoulder.

She giggled, “I love you, koy~”

“I love you too, sweetheart~”

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The flames of our love (purple flames) Kyojuro R x Reader

Your life has changed drastically throughout the four years known Kyojuro Rengoku. In the first year- 1913, while training under him, you created your own breathing technique, blue flame breathing, and you were left having to sit and create a journal detailing the difference forms of your style.

In the third year, you knew Kyojuro, you found yourself back at that desk again, creating another breathing style. You were no longer a student of his but a fellow Hashira and wife. Little did you know this breath forged from your love could mean the difference between life and death.

1913

You sighed as you leaned back and fruitlessly attempted to work out a kink in your neck that had been plaguing you for the past hour.

One would have thought sitting at a desk for a few hours sketching and writing would have been a walk in the park compared to the hellish training you indored under your slave driver of a master to get to this point, but you were starting to believe that couldn't be farthest from the truth.

The sound of bousteruse laughter coming from the doorway of the study had you turning your attention for your parchment to the man standing there. "Oh, master, I didn't see you there." You smile at the male and dipped your chin in respect, which he waved off.

"That's quite alright (L/n), I believe we were familiar enough not to have to be so formal." You both shared a smile before he then eyed the parchment curiously,"How is the documenting coming along?"

You waved for him to join you while you turned tou attentionback to your writings, "Well, I have the short summaries I made for each form and the motions needed to execute each form, so it's made it easier to know where to start and make more in-depth explanations." You pushed the pages of parchment detailing you third form towards the blonde who now was happily sitting beside you. The man studied the papers for a few moments, seeming to try and find anything that needed improvement.

"So what is the problem? It all looks good to me!" Kyojuro turnd his owlish gaze from the page to you, with his usual smile.

"It's getting it down on paper. That's the problem, then having to add the figures. Not that I mind doing it, I just can't help but be discouraged that it'll turn out a mess in the end, and my efforts will prove fruitless..." You look down at your lap with furrowed brows, thoughts going a mile a minute. What if this all was a waste of time? What if you did all of this only for your style to still be forgotten when you died? What if people only saw your style as a cheap knock off of flame breathing or even worse- what if it really was?

The sudden pressure of a finger on your forehead had you looking up at the man beside you, confusion plan on your face as you stared at his finger,"Enough of that, I can practically hear your doubts (l/n). I'm sure with all the efforts you've put into forging this new breathing, it'll all work itself out in the end, Don't sell yourself short." Your eyes then travled to look at his sun kissed face, which was giving you a reasuring smile.

"Thank you, Rengoku... What would I do without you?" You let out content sigh, whith a slight shake of your head. Kyojuro then removed his finger from your forehead in favor of resting his hand over your own with a firm squeeze.

"You don't have to worry about that. Together, we'll be unstoppable." The man looked up in thought before laughing slightly, choosing to share what he had been thinking about, "Purple flames."

You look at him with a tilt of your head,confused once again,"Purple Flames?"

The Hashira gave you a humored but serious expression nod, "Yes, you see, together we'd make purple flames!?"

"Kyojuro, you're a silly man." You say simply as he let out a bousteruse laugh... Your master was quite an odd man, though you couldn't help but find that somewhat charming.

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1915

"I guess I wasn't that silly after all my flame!" Your Ex-Master laughed triumphantly.

"Yes, yes, congratulations, i don't know how you convensed me to do this." You said with faux exasperation while you fixed the stack of papers beside you.

"I wooed you with my enticing good looks and alluring personality! Also, let's not forget my mother gave me quite the suple bottom, which, of course, was a key factor of persuasion! Oh, should we add that to the document of how Purple Flame Breathing came to be, my love?" He said with great enthusiasm, which had you snapping your neck to look at him with break neck speed that rivled that of even the sound Hashira.

"Firstly, it's violet flame breathing, and we are not going to talk about your rear-end Kyojuro Rengoku! Why would you suggest such a thing, have you gone mad?!" You hit him with the partchment you'd previously been fixing, absolutely bewildered, and quite flusterd at the fact he would suggest such a thing. The man only laughed before having the audacity to continue debating you.

"Well, isn't this breathing style a product of our love? You love my bottom, so it only -" Kyojuro was quickly cut off by you slapping your hand over his mouth.

"Kyojuro, we're not talking about that! Your little brother in in the other room. Also, what will our descendents think if they read such a thing?" You shut the Hashiras idea down quickly, trying to fight your embarrassed flush.

Your husband removed your hand from over his mouth with a grin, "I'll relent my flame, as they say a happy wife means a happy life, but the one thing I won't budge on is the name being Purple Flame Breathing!" Kyojuro placed a chast kiss on your nuckles before a important though seemed to have struck him,"We mustn't forget to add the fact that the forms are more effective if two people are simultaneously attacking."

You chuckled slightly and nodded in agreement, "I'll take what I can get, and you're right that's important not to forget."

You clear your throat before reading what you had written so far in a collected tone, "Blue flame breathing which is deprived from both wind and flame breathing, offers the user the power that flame breathing holds, while taking advantage of the vercitality of the offensive and defensive movements wind breathing has to offer. When you pair the Blue Flame breathing's intense and versatile technique back to Flame breathing, you will find that while the technique created will be more fluid than flame breathing, but due to the power needed for each attack, it'll require more than one person to perform the forms in battle to be effective, the user will tire to quickly if not." You look over to your husband, who seems satisfied with the explanation.

"That sounds perfect (y/n)! I was thinking doesn't our breath almost remind you of a dance? Two users need to be in sync and enticipate the others movment in order to be effective, like dancing! I can't help but think of it that way for that reason!" Kyojuro moves his arms to wrap around your waste, pulling you back against his chest and slightly on to his lap.

You let out a hum of agreement while finishing up your writing and placing your brush down on the ink stone, "It is, isn't it? Well, I'll gladly dance with you in combat at night, and while the record player plays in the day." You playfully jest while placing your arms over his own, letting out a content sigh as you leaned against your pillars sturdy chest.

"I'll be your frame so long as you're my picture, my beloved wife." Kyojuro leaned his head on your shoulder and nudged the side of your neck with his nose.

"Kyojuro Rengoku, I know what you're trying to do." You say with no real malice as you move to card one of your hands through his firey locs.

"You're still not attempting to stop me, love." He said in a sing-song voice as one of his hands moved up your side smoothly before suddenly beginning to tickle your side, causing you to violently squirm in his vice like hold.

"Kyojuro Rengoku! We have to finish writing this chapter!" You squealed while attempting to get away from his attacks (perhaps you didn't actually know what he was planning).

"Let's take a break! We can make some tasty sweet potatoes, and we can finish writing later!" He stubbornly refused to relent from his assault until you begrudgingly agreed, "Fine, fine, just let me go! You gluttoess, man!"

Your husbands heartly and contagious laughter filled the room, and you found yourself unable to stop yourself from joining him.

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1916

Your sides were screaming in agony as you fought to keep your breath steady. You couldn't afford to falter now. Not when it could mean the difference between life and death, between HIS life or death.

You'd just finished up a quick mission when you'd received word about a fellow Hashira needing your aid against an uppermoon. Apone receiving the directions you felt your blood run cold. You only knew of one Hashira who had a mission on the mugan train... Why did they only send one Hashira on such a high-risk mission? The mission you just completed could have been given to a lower rank!

You shook your negative thoughts from your head. It wouldn't do you any good to get worked up now. You'll have to do that later.

Your legs were screaming as you burst into a clearing, tears of relief threatening to spill the moment you saw your husband still very alive and fighting fiercely.

You continued forward, not faultering for even a single moment even though the fight seemed to have come to a stand still. Scarlet blood was dripping from Kyojuro's mouth onto the cold earth below. You prayed that all that blood was from a missing tooth or two and not from internal bleeding, but the way Kyojuro panted didn't let you get your hopes too high.

The Kizuki, who you could now tell was uppermoon three stood only a few feet away, was saying something you couldn't quite make out. He looked apone Kyojuro with a calculated gaze- he looked at him more like Kyojuro was his cornered prey.

'Just a little further, come on! You're a Hashira, for gods sake (y/n)! Why are you moving so slow!?' Your mind screeched as you saw they were both preparing to attack once more.

"Kyojuro!" You yelled out as you saw him rush forward, the uppermoon meeting him halfway. It was as if the area surrounding them had erupted into literal flames when Kyojuro's sword was slicing expertly through the demons' torso aming for it's neck.

Did he not see the Kizuki gearing up to punch his chest? No, he had to have seen it! So, God damn it - WHY WASN'T HE MOVING!?

"Blue Flame Breathing, first form- Purifying flames!" You lunged forward, intersepting the demons attack with multiple slashes, causing the demon to let out an agonized screech as he jumped back, clutching his severed arm that quickly grew back.

"(Y/-(Y/n)?" The shocked voice of your husband sounded from behind you.

The demon who you'djust attacked seemed to hault and take in your appearance before speaking, "This is of no concern to you, as strong as you may seem, I won't fight a woman, so get out of my way." The demon looked down to you with narrowed eyes. In another life, you might have found yourself cowering away, but you were far too angry for that at that moment.

"Of no concern to me? You just tried to kill my husband you basket ball faced, son of a bitch!" You howled as you readied to attack again, unrestrained fury coursing through your veins.

The demon only gave you an unreadable look, as it seemed to watch your every movement closely, "The way you intersepted my attack was impressive, and the power radiating from you is unquestionable. You'd have great potential to be an uppermoon. Let me make you the same offer I made your husband." The cool tone the demon spoke in had your grip tightening on your sword. Who did this bastard think he was?

"Become a dem-"

"No way, you litterly look like a fucking basketball, and what's up with your feet? You should really put those dank ass blue berry toes away. Also, pink nail polish isn't your color." You looked the demon up down with a raised brow.

The demon quickly looked down at his toes in response, then back up to you appalled. If he had a mirror, you were sure he'd be checking his face as well.

"To be honest, I would rather die." You finished off honestly with a shrug. The demon looked at you as if you'd grown two heads, seeming to not know what to say.

You glanced behind your shoulder to your husband, who was staring at you dumbfounded. The man had never heard you speak like that before, not even to his father who you had a less than pleasant relationship with.

As he looked in your eyes, he realized you'd done it for a reason. You were trying to buy time before you both had to face the demon off.

"Kyojuro, you should take me dancing after this." You said turning the mans attention back to you.

"Of course, my flame, but why wait?" Kyojuro felt a grin split across his face when he saw you smile. Good, you were on the same page.

"Good enough for me." You lunged forward in a flash aming for the demons' right side. Kyojuro, who was right behind you, aiming for his left.

"Purple flame breathing third form blazing wildlife!" You and Kyojuro both shout as you twist your bodies around completely twice to make two horizontal slashes at the upper moon, severing his arms.

The Kizuki quickly regenerated, a completely new limbs sprouting in the places you just severed, and one was quickly reaching out to strick you.

"Purple Flame Breathing, Second form - Scorching temperatures!" You lundged the moment it made contact with the side of your face, mostly avoiding the arm before slicing in and upward ark, severing his arm one more.

"Purple flame breathing, first form- ravionouse crematory." Kyojuro shouted while you had Akaza distracted, sword aming for his neck.

Despite being caught off guard, the Kizuki was still able to re direct the assault through his torso, using his arm closest to Kyojuro, rearing his arm back to pun him.

"Purple flame breathing, fourth form- Blazing brush fire!"Both you and Kyojuro yell simultaneously before releasing a series of slashes defending you from attacks while slicing the demon quicker than he could regenerate.

As the fight wore on, the demon looked alarmed, but not as a result of your attacks, and before you knew it, he was attempting to bolt away from you two.

"Hey, where the do you think you're going?!" You sliced the demons' right leg the moment he turned away, though the leg just quickly regenerated as he continued to sprint into the woods.

You felt warmth hit your back as you chased after the demon, and the sound of foot steps following you had you peering over your shoulder in confusion.

"Kyojuro, you're injured! You shouldn't be running with broken ribs. Hell, you probably have eternal damage. Look at how you're bleeding from your mouth, you foolish man!" You shouted at your husband, who looked unfazed at your uncharacteristic outburst. He knew it only came from a place of care.

"Don't worry about me, love." He responded simply as he looked straight ahead with his singular golden orb. You silently cursed his stubborness but knew there was no talking sense into him.

As you ran deeper into the woods, you'd soon come to realize you weren't going to find the uppermoon again.

"Kyojuro..." You looked over to your partner who seemed to have come to the same conclusion you had and begain to slow down.

"We're not going to find Akaza. He's too far ahead and could be anywhere by now. These woods are too dense and large to have a hope of finding him when he doesn't want to be found." Your husband said distan clear in his voice, as you both came to a hault.

You reached out and grabbed the males arm as you saw him sway slightly, "Let's get back to the train. You need medical attention, Kyo."

The male agreed with a firm nod, "Yes, that would be best," before looking slightly embarrassed as he wiced slightly,"I might have to wait to take you dacing my dear, it's only now that I'm feeling the pain in my side. And it's a little hard to breathe." The Hashira then proceeded to stager as he tried to walk forward before falling over. You tried not to panic as you caught him and haled him over your shoulder. You tried to be mindful of his injuries, but there was no other way for you to carry a man of his height and build.

You ended up carrying the male halfway to the wreck before a group of Kakishi thankfully came across you and took your husband away to be treated at the butterfly estate. Leaving you with four teenagers to be treated on sight before Kakashi would come back to take you to the estate when they got available stretchers. (Mostly for the teens as you could walk just fine)

They were an interesting bunch, to say the least. One boy seemed to be wearing a bore head and sounded like a full-grown man. So, to say you were shocked when he was forced to take the carcass off, and you were met with such delicate features would be a complete understatement.

Then you had the boy who looked like he got a bad dye job. He proposed to you the moment you said hello, then asked what your name was before absolutely freaking out that he just asked his a Hashira's wife to marry him. (You supposed he didn't realize you were a Hashira, but decided to scare him with that information later for your own amusement.) He then promptly broke off the engagement. (not that you had even agreed in the first place.)

Then there was Tanjiro Kamado and his demon sister... Tanjiro was pretty normal compared to the other boys, honestly. He seemed to be a really sweet kid. He tied off an injury on your arm with a scarf in his bag unprompted when he saw the Kakashi had run out of bandages.

"Don't worry, Ms.(y/n)! I don't mind at all!" Was his response when you told him he didn't need to ruin his clothes for you. You decided to try and clean the scarf as best you could and also gift him a new one while he recovered at the mansion.

Soon after that, the five of you were taken to the butterfly mansion. With you and the blone boy who was carrying the demon girl walking and the other two being carried on stretchers.

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"Over all He'll be fine (Y/n), He'll have some issues at first with depth perspiration. Other than that, there was no permanent damage." Shinobu said with a small practiced smile before continuing," We gave him a blood transfusion not too long ago, so he should be waking up soon. Just make sure he doesn't do anything like training or consecration constant for the next month or so."

You smiled sppreciatively at the butterfly piller," I'll make sure of it. Thank you so much, Shinobu."

The other pillar nodded and made her way out of the room, leaving you and your unconscious husband alone. You couldn't help but laugh at how he was drooling slightly in his sleep and muttering tastey every few seconds. Even in his sleep, he was thinking about food. It was in that moment that you finally relaxed and realized he would be okay.

"Our anniversary is coming up, I suppose we will have to go to the one restaurant you like?" You mused to yourself, and what you thought was an unconscious Kyojuro.

"Oh, I thought you didn't like that place, dear!" The sudden sound and feeling of a hand grabing your own had you looking down at Kyojuro, who now suddenly looked wide awake. How he could wake up do quickly all the time wad beyond you.

"Hey, you weren't meant to hear that." You teased quietly, threading your finger through his.

"I did, so you can't take it back now, but I'll make it fair and take you to that western dancing hall you've been asking about." He gave you a playful smile.

"Oh, so you'll finally learn the Waltz?" You raise a brow, and he laughs and nods.

"Yes, anything for you, my dear flame." His thumb caresses the back of your hand gently.

"Well then, you have a deal, Mr.Rengoku." You place the hand not holding his on his firm chest and lean to brush your lips with his own, letting out a content sigh when he returns your affection, and as you part you couldn't help but thank your lucky stars that you'd be able to dance with this man amongst the purple flames for the rest of your day's.

Okay, and done! I was stupid and didn't attach this to the Ask, so if you want to see the actual request, you'll have to search it up.

I hope you all enjoyed this one shot, I've never written a fight scene before, so sorry if it was hard to follow. I'll get better with practice.

I know it was on the short side, but I wanted to hit all the plot points that the requestor mentioned, but I didn't want to make it too long. (Knowing me, I would get off track with small meaningless details, and make a whole Shinjuro redemption arc, and Tanjiro and Senjuro becomeing besties because they met when Kyojuro was injured, and thw story wouldn't be halfway done. (I just love the Rengoku Fam a lot. Lol)

If you want to request anything, my box is open! :)

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muzanswaifu · 2 years

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Hey!!! I love ur writing can you make a story about reader and RENGOKU in an argument? And can you make things end well ? Thank you!!

Oooooooo HAHAHAHAHA yes 🙂

I loooooove arguments in fics, it's like rough smut but with words 😻 me-ow

Many of my future rengoku fucs, oop i mean fics 😈, are going to have arguments but here's a lil one I wrote bc I just thought of it right now!

Tip for lovers out there: apologizing is so sexy omfg like it's so hot 🔥 🥵 getting apologized to is a secret form of foreplay that nobody talks about

Rengoku x Fem!Reader - Argument

Tags: Arguing, slight angst, mean things are said, kyo is so fucking dumb, mentions of sex but no actual smut, apologies, argument aftercare

Kyojuro is an idiot and can’t see that his coworker is flirting with him, reader tries to tell him and argument ensues

Tired. Upset. You're tired and upset but that's not going to stop you from getting your hurt words across.

"That's not the point, Kyojuro!"

"Then what is the point?!" He says back frustrated with eyes tense and arms thrown in the air.

"The point is that she shouldn't be touching you at all!"

Touch. Touch that you catch in the corner of your eye on your lover's arm at his office's party. Touch that was initiated by a flirty coworker who'd been eyeing the blond all night like a piece of meat. Touch that he didn’t pull away from.

"It meant nothing!" He defended. Why? Why was he defending her?

"It. Doesn't. Have. To." You hiss out through gritted teeth and clenched fists. He wasn't listening. He never does when you voice a concern over one's questionable intentions. Because God forbid somebody try to flirt with him knowing he's taken. Because everyone's a saint, right? That's what he believes.

His hands drag up his face as he pushes back his hairline, revealing several ticked veins.

"What do you want me to do then?" He shrugs his shoulders. It's supposed to be a question, but you can tell he meant it rhetorical. He didn't see a solution to this problem that didn't exist to him. You answered it as a question anyway.

"Tell her to fucking back off and stop touching you!" He doesn't even consider it for one moment.

"No."

No. No? No?! So he wanted that bitch to keep feeling him up when he went to work everyday knowing he had a goddamn woman to go home to? All he had to do was remind her he was taken. That's all. He didn't need to embarrass her or tell everyone she was a homewrecking slut. He just needed to say, "Hey, I'm uncomfortable with this. Please stop." But clearly that was too much for him.

You turned away from him and started giggling. That little chortle you did when you were met with an immovable force. Your coping mechanism when you stumbled upon something hopeless to overcome, it seemed.

He furrowed at your display of run sanity and continued.

"It was just my arm! Touch is her love language."

You spun back around with crossed arms and a manic smile. "Oh~ so you know her love language? Well, be sure to send me an invite to the goddamn wedding!" You screamed and his teeth snarled.

"Don't raise your voice with me." And you laughed again. It was getting on his nerves.

"Are you sure I'm raising my voice? With your logic this could just be the way I fucking sound." And your cursing was getting on his nerves too. Your language and your loudness.

"Why can't you trust me? You act like I'll betray you the moment I get the chance." That's not true. You did trust him. You didn't trust her. You trusted him, but you were also protective. Why would you openly allow another woman to flirt with him? How inadequate would that make you?

"Kyojuro," you calmed yourself by taking a deep breath and pinching your fingers together. "She is flirting with you. You don't see it for some reason, but she is."

He rolled his eyes and you wanted to scream again.

"You were right next to me the whole time! Why would she flirt right in front of you - she's not stupid!" Your eye twitched, but you decided to ignore that last bit for your own sanity. How the fuck did he know how smart she was? Did he like that about her?

"Yeah- and how many times did she ask who I was?" You got him good with that one, and he stood there for a moment, trying to find yet another excuse for this woman he seemed so fond of.

"She's forgetful." Forgetful. Not she forgot or couldn't remember. She's forgetful. Like that's some trait he termed for her after getting to know her for a while. She's forgetful. And he's clearly interacted with her enough to know that.

You rubbed at your eyes and turned around again, trying so desperately to stop the tears that were beginning to coat your eyes. No crying. If he saw you cry, he would try to console you, and you didn't want to be anywhere near him at the moment. "You know what? I'm done arguing with you. You just don't understand." And you headed toward your bedroom.

And he knew that meant he was to sleep on the couch tonight. Because you couldn't handle a serious conversation as much as you couldn't handle someone's hand on his arm. His fist clenched, and he viciously pointed at you.

"Maybe I would if you'd actually talk to me and stop being a fucking bitch." You stopped in your tracks, eyes wide. He never cursed. Or, well, he did, but that was only when he was really serious or during sex. And this wasn't for sex, so that meant he was serious. Deadly. And he called you a fucking bitch. A. Fucking. Bitch.

When you turned back to back to him, you didn't bother wiping the hot tears that coated your cheeks as you furiously snapped at him.

"Yeah?! Well why don't go to that other fucking bitch, huh?! I'm sure she'd love to fucking talk to you since you guys are so close," you yelled with searing tears leaking down your red-hot face. "In fact, why don't you spend the night with her! Sleep with her for all I care! I'm sure it'll mean nothing, right?!" You didn't bother waiting for an answer before you stormed into your room and slammed the door.

Kyojuro was at a loss for words. And emotions. He was angry, sad, frustrated, confused. His outburst had been completely warranted, he told himself as he sat on the couch to calm. You cursed and yelled at him first. Given, you hadn't called him any cruel names, but still... your language. Your foul language was something you often used, whether happy sad or angry. He'd previously mused to himself that it was because such a adorable woman like yourself couldn't properly explain your excitement without throwing the word fuck in front of it. He simply didn't like using the language in his own dialect, but he thought it suited you. Only in times of great distress and great pleasure had he allowed you to hear his bad tongue. It was to show passion and meaning. And he used it to call you a horrible name. No, no, that unforgivable deed wasn't warranted at all.

It's just... why didn't you trust him?! He wouldn't cheat on you for anything in the world, nor would he lust for such a woman so unlike yourself. Didn't you see how annoying he found her? His formal conversation was just that. Formal. Her high voice and need for attention were not something he looked forward to throughout the day. But who was he to judge? That was just her character.

"Oops, I forgot my pen Kyo, can I borrow one of yours? Thank you! I owe you one~"

"Ugh, working is so hard, I don't know how you do it so well! We should go hide in the storage closet, haha."

"Can you give me a ride home? My ride totally ditched on me, and I don't want to walk home all by myself..."

And he did give her a ride home - it was the nice thing to do. And she quickly invited him inside to "hangout for a bit." He denied innocently, explaining that you, his girlfriend, were expecting him home soon. And the girl pouted. What would have happened if he'd gone inside? He remembered the hint of sadness that edged at your expression when he told you the good deed he had done. He was hoping for praise, that you'd admire your generous lover. But you gave a fake smile a quick "great."

He'd had some semblance that you were jealous, but he'd never comforted you about it, so sure that you'd see how innocent her intentions were. Tonight wasn't a great example, but he was sure you'd made a lasting impression on her. She wouldn't forget something so vital when you were all he talked about.

As if on cue, his phone rang. He hesitantly picked it up and cringed at the messenger. Her. Another mistake he made that annoyed him through the day - he gave her his number.

Flirty bitch:

Hey Kyo~ where did u go??? m totally having an after party for drinks at my place and u neeeed to cummmm 💕💕💕

Oops, I mean come hehe 😹

He frowned at such an inappropriate mistake but replied.

I will not attend. I am spending time with my girlfriend.

Her reply came instantaneously

Flirty bitch:

U have a gf?? Omg I didnt evn kno, I have to meet her. Is she-

He didn't even finish reading the message before he threw his phone across the sofa and rubbed at his eyes. He was a fucking idiot. Here he was vouching for her good character when she couldn't even remember you existed. Much less your name. Fuck.

And here he was texting her when you were weeping alone because of his damned actions!

He got up and went to the bedroom door, turning the nob cautiously. His eyes were instantly met with the sight of your balled up form, and ears the sound of your sniffling whimpers. You quickly hushed up when he entered and pulled the covers over yourself. His heart shattered.

"Y/n?"

You didn't answer, and he walked closer to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Y/n-" He set a hand gently on your back, and you jerked away from his touch. He heard you take in a shaky breath.

"G-g-go aw-w-way," you stuttered with lips coated in your salty tears. Kyojuro laid behind you and wrapped his arms around your blanketed form.

"Y/n... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said such awful things to you. None of them were true." You sniffled again and squirmed away from his hold. Your throat was a bit cleared as you gathered your resolve.

"Y-you're h-horrible," you whimpered out with a cracked voice. He pulled you back into his arms and nuzzled into you, his own glaze of tears coating his eyes.

"I... I deserve that." His large hands kept your cold and hurt body warm. "You were right about everything... I should have listened." With his confession, you let go of your grip on the covers, and he took that as his cue to start unraveling them and turn you over. Your poor little face was so red and wet from all the tears you spilt. Your lips looked dry and swollen from the huge loss of liquid in your body. God, he was a fucking monster for making you look so broken.

He wiped at the drops that soaked your face and pressed tender kisses all over.

"I'm so damn stupid; I couldn't even see it. I'm sorry for making you worry, my love. For being so disloyal to you." He pressed a kiss to your nose. But he wasn't disloyal. You knew that. He was damn stupid, but he wasn't disloyal. You shouldn't have accused him of such. But sometimes... you just felt like you weren't enough for him.

Your shoulders shook as another sob was wretched from your body. "Yo-ou we-re s-so m-m-me-ean to m-me, a-and y-ou i-ignor-d me," you bawled. He nodded his head along with your words to show his understanding. "A-and y-you called me a-a-" He held your face in his hands and pulled your close to rest his forehead on yours.

"I-I know, I know. That was terrible of me, and I will never, ever do such a thing ever again. I don't deserve such a beautiful, kind woman like you," he pleaded as he kissed the inside of your palm.

"You're so smart and perfect. I thought you knew this and would never question my complete obsession with you. I'm yours, goddess. Always." Another kiss.

He thumbed away more tears from your soaked lashes, and you opened you eyes. His vermillion gaze caught yours, filled with pure love and regret.

"Can you ever forgive me, goddess?" Your lip quivered and you looked away, unsure.

"I-I don't know..." another tear feel down your cheek and he brushed it away.

He hushed your weeping. "I'll do whatever it takes and wait however long. I'm yours." He fluttered kisses on your cheeks, and you couldn't help but laugh. He relished your smile.

Kyojuro brushed your hair with his fingers as your fell asleep against his chest. The next morning you both slept in, but he awoke you with breakfast in bed. You ate what you could, stomach still soured from last night. But he coddled you all day, kissing on you, complimenting you, feeding you. The topic of sex wasn't even brought up as he massaged you in bed that night, palms rubbing your aching muscles and worshipping you, his "goddess." You saw him take pause for a moment, a ring tone coming from his phone. You saw him promptly reach for it in the corner of your eye, heart hurting when you saw her name on the screen. But just as quickly, you saw him deny the call, click the contact, and hit "block." You sighed and relaxed into his arms.

Maybe forgiveness would come easier than you thought.

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thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch · 2 years

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Three Stages Short

Heyyyyyyy it's me again. Soooooo I was wondering if you could do reader who is a civilian getting attacked by a demon in her home and supposedly "dies", leaving kyojuro heartbroken not knowing that she's alive. Fluffy ending please 😊

r.kyojuro/f.reader

genre: angst, hurt/comfort, reassurance

warning(s): canon-typical violence, demon attacks, minor injuries/blood, big sads, kyojuro in denial+anger (five stages of grief), kyojuro kinda sorta doesn't let this demon off easy >>'''' lil sadistic revenge, y/n has her ears pierced

w.count: 3.4k

synopsis: kyojuro left, you smiled as he went off. when he came back, you weren't there, but your blood and destroyed home were. the stages of grief were cruel and merciless in your absence

-x-x-x-

a/n: haha ouchies (once again she/her used in rq so a female reader!)

-x-x-x-

Kyojuro stands outside your home's entrance with you as you step down into the genkan to come closer to him. He does not move as you reach up to straighten his top button of his black uniform and brush a bit of lint from his haori. Placing your hands on your hips, you nod in approval, an action that he mimics back to you.

"Many thanks, my Dear!"

"You're always handsome, but going to work looking your best is the best course of action."

"That is true," he agrees. "I am a hashira after all!" He gently grabs your hands from your hips and holds them tightly in his own. "I will be going now. I shall stop by as soon as this next job ends. It should not be but a day or two."

His thumbs brush against the parts of your hands he isn't holding hostage in his warm grip and you smile, nodding to him.

"Of course. Remember to be safe out there. I'll be here, waiting." Except when Kyojuro came back, you weren't there at all.

-x-x-x-

True to his word, the mission Kyojuro was sent on took him about a day to travel to, a single night to complete, and a day to travel back.

However, the travel back was a bit prolonged since he had been caught by a fellow group of demon slayers who he spoke to for a while to get a grasp on how they were fair on their missions. A way to gauge how the corps was progressing, especially since he knew there were very promising swordsmen and women among the corps itself.

He was humming to himself in thought at the idea of the corp growing in potential with each day. You weren't involved in his line of work, and he didn't fault you for it. It definitely wasn't for everyone, and he understood that. However, you did enjoy hearing all about his adventures and work whenever he comes back home.

Sitting down over tea or seeing you set aside a good book just for him to tell you about his latest mission, it made him more excited to tell you than you to hear he thinks. He appreciates how much you support and listen to him- even when his thoughts don't match that innocent smile that always stretched on his face.

He entered your little village with the same attitude as he usually did a day and a half after his departure. However, he quickly noticed an edge to the passing folk both in those he recognized and those he did not. It was nearing dusk, the sun hanging low in the late afternoon and casting golden rays that created pitch shadows.

Kyojuro diverged from the familiar path he could walk with his eyes closed that led closer to you and instead went to try and get an answer to the apprehension.

"Excuse me," he spoke clearly to a vendor he often bought from when he would have the time to accompany you to town. "Has something happened?" The vender, an older gentleman who looked frailer than he seemed, frowned. His brow dipped, adding more wrinkles to his already aged complexation.

"Perhaps," he replies, unsure. "In fact, I would like to return your question, young man." Rengoku's thick brow quirked, now less concerned and more confused. "Has something happened?"

"I am afraid I do not understand what you mean."

"Between you and miss y/n, I mean." Hearing your name laced with the slightly tense topic of how thick the air seemed left a bad taste in his mouth. He had a small think, but still came up with nothing. You sent him off with the same smile and good attitude as usual, and it wasn't like you had fought before he left. In fact, he couldn't remember the last argument you both had.

"Nothing that comes to mind. Is she alright? Did she say something while I was gone?" His mind wandered to the possibility that maybe you had vented to someone about how often he was gone. His work was nonstop and required him to leave so often he didn't have much time as he'd like with you- so maybe you were just upset about that?

"No, that is the very issue. Normally, miss y/n will come out into town just for something to do or someone to talk to; to pass time, or whatnot. Regardless, she's always here lighting up our streets." Kyojuro smiled at the compliment. "Though, we haven't seen her since the day before yesterday."

Kyojuro's brow then furrowed. The day before last, so when he departed? Had he really done something to upset you?

"That is odd," he mused, bringing his hand up to curl his fingers around his chin. He tried thinking all sorts of scenarios or possibilities of what was going on, but all seemed too impossible- improbable. Nothing would have kept you from coming out into the village market, even if you were ill you'd tell someone.

So, why the sudden radio silence?

"Once I return to the house, I shall ask her if she's well," Kyojuro tells the gentleman as he brings his hand back down to hang by his side. Kyojuro was a man to never distrust his instincts, so the fact that when his hand fell and his fingers twitched near the hilt of his sword didn't pass him by.

He felt something violent race his spine; like winter had manifested and attached itself straight to his skeleton.

"Please let us know if she is alright." The gentleman lowers his back before he starts away, Kyojuro offers a resolute 'of course!' to his turned, hunched back before he himself resumed the path back to your home. His pace was faster now, nearly gliding across the ground as his speed increased into a very brisk walk.

Something in his throat beat and throbbed as he grew closer. It was like a type of bile that had manifested some sort of heartbeat and it burned like acid at the base of his neck. It made him frown with each step until he stood in front of your door.

That bile in his throat was now burning like flame-ready coal.

His feet felt heavy and his entire being hesitated opening the door and stepping inside. However, on the contrary along with his hesitation he felt like he couldn't move fast enough if he tried, wanting to rip the door right off the hinges. He knew that if he did either, opened too cautiously or too hastily, both would make you grow uneasy so he had to pretend everything was alright.

It was alright, everything was alright. Nothing was wrong, he had no reason to feel so anxious. His gut was wrong, for once he refused to trust the feeling it was pouring into his mind. It was fine, you were fine. Kyojuro denied every cell in his body that was screaming at him that what may or may not have happened was- in fact- not fine. So, he stepped inside.

"Y/n?" His voice was quiet, for him anyway, and he stopped briefly to listen for you in the house. Rummaging in the kitchen, rustling from movement to come greet him, sloshing of bathwater if you were bathing, anything.

Nothing.

All he got was the sound of his own breathing that he hadn't noticed was growing increasingly erratic. He walked cautiously around the quiet house, ears begging to hear something aside from the creaking boards under his weight.

His heart shot into his throat with the burning when he came into the main room. Everything look the same as usual, aside from the far window that gave a clear view of a side alley that you usually kept a curtain over since the narrow passage of shadows made you nervous considering you knew what could, or could not, be in them.

The window's curtains were torn, the fabric ripped into ribbons, and hardly hanging up on the wall anymore. Pieces of the separated fabric were resting on the ground and the rest blew in the air in small flutters. The draft wafting through the room was caused due to the fact the window itself was shattered. Jagged pieces of glass still clung desperately to the frame with cracks in them and the remaining of it was littered on the floor inside. However, his eyes were solely focused on the dried blood that stained the wooden window sill and down the wall, like something- someone- was dragged outside over the broken damage.

The heart that stopped and shot up into his neck started violently throbbing there as it burned with a fierce acid when a Kasugai Crow landed in the broken window frame and opened its pitch black beak in an announcement.

"A demon is in this village! A demon was seen!"

-x-x-x-

It didn't take long for the flame hashira to be joined in your recently vacant home by two other corps members. They had been sent to aid him in the investigation and dispatch of the demon running amok among the village during the night. However, unlike his normal demeanor where he spoke and initialized the investigation and lead his juniors, he remained silent.

It took him some time to come out of the 'zone' he was stuck in while he stared at the window you must've been dragged out of. Now, he stood with his back against the wall beside the window as the other too spoke among themselves, occasionally asking simple questions that Kyojuro would answer with blunt, short answers.

His drastic change in behavior made the hair on the back of their necks stand and a chill remain on their spines. He wasn't smiling, and he wasn't speaking, and his frown was deep and the aura around him was so threatening. If someone had told them he had invisible weapons surrounding him, they would believe it.

Kyojuro was someone who was in tune with his emotions, which is why he was acting the way he was. If he acted out just a fraction or if something would snap that one remaining thread he had that connected his rationality to his rage- he'd go berserk. Kyojuro could honestly say he had never felt so much anger boiling in the pit of his stomach before. It felt like an overflowing pot and he had nothing to settle it.

He felt like was on fire and the only way to get him to simmer down was to smother the flames, or smother the demon who was responsible for the scene before him. Either option suited him well.

It was always his duty to kill and get rid of demons, but now? Now it was personal, separation between work and personal life be damned.

Kyojuro stood beside that window until the sun fully fell down below the horizon and he knew the demon would begin to roam. The other two corps members had orders to start searching around the village for anyone who may be wandering around and to usher them inside to a safe place.

The veins in his neck felt like they were going to burst with how strained he felt and with his arms crossed. The grip he had on his biceps threatened to tear right through the heavy-duty uniform he dawned with just his blunt nails. He shut his eyes, trying to get his breathing, and temperament, under control.

The wind shifted and his eyes slid open after the sun had completely descended and he finally pushed off the wall. His hand lifted him up over the ruined, blood-stained windowsill as the broken glass nicked into his palm- but he paid it no mind. The slight sting in his hand was nothing compared to what you must've gone through.

Landing outside, he turned his head down the alley before he started off. He wasn't entirely sure if he was aimlessly walking, just following in the direction his feet were taking him, or if he was subconsciously tracking the demon down since his sense were more defined than that of average people. Regardless of how, he was on the move.

And soon, the demon came to him.

Standing in front of him was a thin, all bone hardly any skin, lanky demon. It didn't appear to be a very strong demon, not even close to that of a lower moon and the aura it put out was hardly intimidating; but then again, nothing felt intimidating to Kyojuro right now.

"Are you the demon responsible for the recent disappearances in this village?" Kyojuro stands still as he faces the demon who faces him back. Its lips spread, pulling up into a smile that showed its fangs and gums. Pierced into the gums of the demon were multiple different types of what appeared to be small jewels.

"So what if I am, demon slayer?" The hashira didn't know whether this demon was cocky or foolish if he didn't even detect the thick coat of power that enveloped Kyojuro's body.

"Regardless of your answer," Kyojuro reaches across his chest, flicking his haori away from the hilt of his sword before placing his hand on it. "I intend to slay you where you stand for your crimes."

The demon chuckled, hunching over into a position that readied for it to leap into the air or make a quick dash; it's bejeweled gums shining in the minimal light of the alley. Both parties move at the same time, demon manically running at Kyojuro as the hashira comes to meet him halfway.

The demon didn't know what happened until his left arm was severed from his body, a fiery pain shot up his shoulder, and a mess of golden, red-tipped hair fluttered like fire just below his chin. Kyojuro spins quickly and just as easily as the first time, severs the demon's right arm at the shoulder- pulling yet another wail from the demon before he was sliding behind its back.

Kyojuro slices one of it's legs off at the knee, the demon falling off kilter and hitting the ground with a pathetic thud before Kyojuro was standing above it's chest, legs on either side of it's torso looking down at him.

The shadows of the alley made the hashira's form look absolutely menacing, the peeking of moonlight through the grey-nighttime clouds offering just the right amount of light to cast eerily outlines of his body and hair. It was like a giant inferno was staring straight down at the demon, and that was not far from the truth.

The demon had not yet regenerated its lost limbs as Kyojuro inspected it beneath him. His eyes return to the demon's.

"I shall ask again," Kyojuro spoke, flipping his sword in his palm into a reverse grip. The terror in the demon's eyes flicked to the blade that was now hiding halfway behind the hashira's back. "Are you the demon responsible for the disappearances in this village."

With the demon not speaking fast enough for his liking, Kyojuro lifts his arm, bringing the reverse-gripped sword up, the tip of the blade above the demon's head.

"You damn demon slay- acK!" The demon's words were cut short when the blade that threatening hung above him descends with fierce strength. Plunging straight into its open mouth, through the back of its head, and only stopping when Kyojuro felt the blade hit the dirt road under its body. It immediately starts to squirm and thrash, mouth gaping open and shut- or as shut as it could go before its lips got sliced further from the blade lodged between them.

Kyojuro kneels, his knee landing harshly on the demon's chest before his free hand that didn't keep the sword locked in place pushes the demon's head backward by his forehead. Its mouth was now practically locked open as the slayer could take a good look at the jewels in it's gums.

They appeared to be rows of earrings shoved into its mouth. He scanned the jewelry several times, but despite his thoroughness, he could recall none of the shimmering, polished, tainted, jewels to be yours.

Still, the fact he recognized none did not mean anything. His stomach felt like it was once again filling with coal that fueled a bonfire the size of a building.

He had a job to do.

Kyojuro yanks his nichirin blade out of its mouth as it gasps like a fish, still unable to properly close its mouth with the hashira still forcing its head back. When the demon's chin lifted to try and shut its mouth, it pulled the muscles in its throat tight as Kyojuro adjusted his grip once again, pushing the blade against those same tight muscles.

He felt the gasp in the demon's chest under his knee, lifting him just a fraction higher before he was slicing through it's throat with practiced ease. Before long, the demon turned to evaporated ash and Kyojuro was left kneeling in the alley alone.

His job was complete. The demon was slain and the village was now safer than before, the villagers had nothing to worry about now. The fire in his stomach felt staunched now, but in its cooling was something heavy.

It felt like he couldn't move, gravity keeping him on the ground as he stared at the collection of random earrings scattered in front of his knees that didn't get disintegrated along with the demon's body.

He would need to collect them and offer any familiar looking ones to the families of those with vanished loved ones.

"Rengoku-sama!" He could hear one of the two demon slayers who had accompanied him on this mission call out to him from behind. Still, he couldn't bring himself to move. "We found a survivor who claims to have been attacked by the demon!" Not even the semi-joyous news of a survivor made him twitch.

"Rengo-"

"Kyojuro!" The hashira stood quickly and spun on his heel, seeing the pair of demon slayers approach him with the survivor in question on one of their backs. Awake and waving at him, a small open smile of relief on your face. He felt his sword slip from his palm, clattering to the ground.

"Set me down please," you politely tell the one carrying you and he's quick to oblige as you, the best you could, run the rest of the way to your lover.

Part of him was skeptical as he stares down at you. Your kimono was torn at the legs, exposing your knees and below as they were minorly covered in cuts and dirt. Hair askew and those shimmering, familiar, earrings you had bouncing off the moonlight into his eyes.

You could see his disbelief and doubt before you reached into your kimono's front and pulled out a small charm. Covered in a beautiful shade of lavender and releasing the soft smell of wisteria you offer to him your proof that you were one: not a demon, and two: alive.

"Kyojuro," you call again, gently this time, taking his hand and lifting it to set the charm in his palm. You curl his fingers over it and then encase his large hand in both your own. "I'm okay."

Kyojuro ripped his hand from your grasp and just as quickly encased your shoulders with his arms, pulling you as close to himself as possible. Pushing his cheek on your head as he felt you chuckle into his chest. One of his hands pushed on your back, keeping you close, and he could feel your heart beating harshly in your body. It felt like safety when you wrapped your arms around his back, rubbing up and down his spine under the cover of his haori.

"Are you alright?" You ask him, but he doesn't answer your question.

"I am sorry."

"For what?"

"For not being there when you really needed me." You shake your head, pushing your face further into his chest and breathing in his warm scent.

"You were there. That wisteria charm really works wonders. I'm alive because you gave that to me." Kyojuro tightened the fist that was behind your head and squeezed the charm tightly in his grip. You pulled away from him just enough to look up at him and his eyes looked wet with a glaze of tears.

You cup his cheeks, eyes glazing over just like his.

"You're always there for me, and you saved my life even when you weren't beside me." You thumb swipes over the apple of his cheek, fingertips brushing away loose strands of his hair. "Thank you so much, Kyojuro."

Kyojuro pushes his lips against your forehead, lingering in the safety you provided as he felt his entire body and mind slowly shift back to normalcy. No more fire, no more rage or hate, no more spinning in denial that you were gone.

"Thank you for staying alive."

-x-x-x-

a/n pt.2: welcome back to i got a wee bit carried away-- again

#kyojurou rengoku #rengoku x reader #rengoku x y/n #rengoku angst #rengoku fluff #rengoku hurt/comfort #rengoku #rengoku fic #kny rengoku #demon slayer

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1//: But now..

Kyōjurō Rengoku’s death shook everyone to their core....but what about the significant other that held his heart as she held her own....how will she react to the news of her beloved..

•(there are some quotes and phrases here from season 17 from grey’s..watching that show helped me get through this sadness that is the death of our flame boii🥺..I hope this isn’t too much of a mess or doesn't make sense..I would write some of it and come back to it later..some of it was writing with tears in my eyes, and I would be angry..so ughh..idk..first fic..just tell me what you think♡..)•

“....Return to my parents’ home.. my old residence...find my little brother, Senjuro...tell him...to follow his heart....and to walk down the path..that he feels is right.....and..my father...”

He stopped..should he go on..he loved his father, so why was it so hard to continue with his next words.

“....tell my father that...that I want him to take care of himself....and-”

Rengoku had so much more to say...but he could feel his life quickly draining from his body...he had to make this quick..he had to make it count..

“Ren-Rengoku-San..please don’t talk anymore” Tanjiro didn’t want to hear anymore...he didn’t want to believe this was happening...how could this be happening...he..he fought so damn hard..he can’t die...he’s ..the hero...he can’t die..not now...h-how-

“Young Kamado, I’m going to tell you all I can while I can still talk, so I need you to listen..” with only so much strength left..he needed Tanjiro to understand the passion he was putting into each of these last words...before it was too late.

“There’s someone else I need you to seek out...”

It was a normal day for her..as normal as it could get in a world of blood-thirsty demons. She didn’t leave her work in the village until late in the night, so she wasn’t able to see Kyōjurō off on his mission that morning, like she wanted...but this time was like many others. He would go off and fight, she would work through the night and they would reunite..soon enough, to be together again.

Kyōjurō didn’t like that she worked so late in the night though..its dangerous, you never know who lurks and stalks in the shadows waiting for that perfect opportunity..she used to think he was trying to scare her, but everything he said held true, there were no grounds to doubt his words...he never gave her reason to.

She’d always reassure him that she was safe though..walking on the path with the most street light..staying in populated areas as much as possible until she had to duck off through the forest because “It’s the quickest way”... he was always protective of her nevertheless, no matter how tough she tried to prove herself to be.

It was just his way of expressing his love for her..and she gladly excepted it.

It was 12:17 in the afternoon when she finally opened her eyes to greet the rising sun..Kyōjurō..of course that would be her first thought as she is welcomed into the new day..He informed her that it wouldn’t..no..shouldn’t..take no more than 2 days...it was a well-planned mission...he didn’t want to worry her with the details that people were always going missing on the train that he would be boarding...that all the swordsmen that were sent to investigate, fell silent..and that initially, he would be fighting alone. No, there was no need to worry her with the obvious factor that dying was not an outlier in this mission.. He would do what he always did...He would fight for what’s right, she would work past daylight, and they would reunite..soon enough, to be together again.

She expected Kyōjurō would be returning soon, and she didn’t have to work until much later. Surely she would be able to see him before she left. She did light cleaning and prepped a meal for his return, although she hoped there wouldn’t be too much eating, she was prepared to hear all about his mission, from the moment he boarded the train right down to him stepping out the train and breathing in the fresh, crisp air of his home town.

Maybe he could finally take her to see Senjurō after so long, hope he’s doing okay..and she wishes to see Rengoku-San again..even though he didn’t bless her and Kyōjurō’s relationship from the start..she still wishes to know how he’s holding up, that’s just who she was, and how she’s always been. So caring and passionate; that’s one of the reasons Kyōjurō fell in love with her. Just one.

It was nearing 4:30 in the afternoon when the food continued to sit on the stove, and the small pile of trash sat in the corner of their small common room; she remained positioned on the cushion, legs aching as it has been folded for some time now, awaiting the arrival of her Kyō.

She mentally cursed him because, in 2 hours, night would be approaching, she would be leaving for work, and a new day would be among them, which would make 3 days he would have been gone. One day more than it would’ve..no, should’ve taken.

What exactly could be prolonging his trip. She searched her brain over the details that he had run by her that day, trying to recall if he had mentioned anything regarding his time immediately after his mission.

“....-and there may be injuries that would call for immediate attention...file reports and-“

Injuries. Of course. Patrolling a train packed with over 200 people and the awareness of a possible demon attack, there were bound to be some injuries, right? Surely he would do what he had to do and return to her.

This pondering was going to drive her crazy, as many times as she’d done this, as he had told her not to worry for him, it was completely inevitable. She loved the man, her man, he was hers, and it was alright for her to worry. But every time she approached the point of too much worrying, he would appear in her view, into her arms, once again..

Maybe she could go for another plate as she waited.

It took Kyōjurō a while, longer than he would like to admit to formulate the right

collection of words that would carry the same passion that he intends it to hold, even coming out of someone else’s mouth.

How could he find the perfect words for the perfect woman..the woman that came into his life when he was not aware of the need of her very presence..he loved her...he loved her..and now he was leaving her..he remembers every little detail about the last time he’d seen her..2 days ago, 5:45 am, he remembered her complaining about not wanting to go to work that day just the night before, but knowing the small dining shop was already understaffed, it would be painfully difficult to get this day off on such short notice.

He watched as she slept on their shared mattress, not making too much of an effort to take his leave quietly as he knows her to be the heaviest sleeper..he would be back soon enough, she should get her rest.

The early morning light, little that was, did no justice in capturing all that was her beauty, he knew better though.

He did what he had always done, he kissed her..her forehead..her nose..her cheek...he pulled away and smiled..he loved her. Yes, he would be back soon enough.

At the time, he couldn’t pinpoint the moment that it suddenly hit him, he felt smaller in their room; it was rare, to say the least, their room was only so big. He gazed at the composition his mind had laid before him..it was like he was looking in on someone else’s life..he summed it up to be detachment, he was leaving, leaving her...of course it felt a little weird. He just didn’t know why it felt weirder now than any other time he’d left for a mission.

With a smile on his face, fire in his eyes, he said to himself with confidence, “I’m off, but I’ll be back, so don’t miss me too much.”

Something soft inside him almost persuaded him to turn to look at her again, kiss her nose again, cheek, forehead, lips. But, with his wide, bright eyes and passion in his heart..he continued out the door.

Now more than ever, he’s glad she wasn’t awake to see him off. To see the fire in his eyes as he walked out of that door that early morning, prepared for any and everything that was to come with this mission.

He’s trying to keep himself from thinking of her right now, but it’s proving to be damn near impossible. He did a good thing today. So what is this feeling in the deepest pit of his stomach?

He didn’t act irrationally. But what if there was something he could have done differently, could there have been a different outcome?

He kept the damage to as minimum as possible...and nobody died. Not yet anyway. He knew he was going to die. No amount of breathing techniques nor mental strength could stop the outflow of blood rushing from the hole in his body.

It was getting cold. Which seemed funny to him, given that he is the Flame Pillar...was..was the Flame Pillar. He needed to talk fast..his mind was both moving too fast to grasp anything and not fast enough....time..he was running out of time.

“There’s someone else I need you to seek out...”

What do I say? He knows she would be sad. Broken, Devastated. Angry? At him for not returning to her like he had promised that night..his last night with her..their last night together...NO. What does he say?!

“...tell her..I’m sorry..”

She would know that he loved her...should he say it.?

“and that I love her..I’ve always loved her..so so much”

It’s really cold now..getting harder to breathe..the feeling in my legs is completely gone. My vision..I..I can’t-

“and..tell her”

Gods, he was going to miss her. Her smile, the way her eyes always lit up when he returned from a long mission, just to get tangle within each other in a hug that felt like it was never meant to end, the mere fact that they were created for each other, there was no doubt that she was made for him, and he for her..they were supposed to spend the rest of their precious lives together, get married, have kids. He wanted lots of kids, a big happy family, one that he never had. He deserved it. He deserved you.

He’s realizing that it was not going to happen..he hoped that you would forgive him..even if you say you aren’t angry with him...he hoped you knew he wanted to return..not only for him..but for you..to get to you.. he needed to return to you..hold you, kiss you, feel you..one.last.time..

..before he could never do so again..

More than anything, he wanted her to be happy.. because she deserved that..He wanted her to be happy with him, of course, and only him..but-

“tell her...to be happy....to live on...head high..no matter h-how devastated she may be..”

..but just as his heart ached, and he wished it would continue to ache..it being the only thing tethering him to this life..just as it ached......his mind slowly became blank..he saw flashes of your smile, he heard the ring of his brothers’ laughter...his father was at his side..smiling..and...his mother?

Yes, his mother was there...looking upon him with the softest, most gentlest smile..

“You did well my son. I’m so proud of you.”

As much as he wanted to long to be in your arms again.. He did the right thing...he fulfilled his destiny. He could go now.

and so he did.

The wall clock read 5:16, it was well past the time she had planned to start getting ready for work, as she sighed for the 37th time since she woke up, she knew she had to get ready soon.

She pushed her body off the mattress, she guess she could take a shower, trying to prolong her time until she had to leave for work was stressful... especially when you’re waiting for someone to arrive..

Startle by the sudden tapping at her door, her heart fell in her stomach, and she was snapped out of her mental dreaded thinking.

See! All that worrying for nothing. He’s here.

The breath she didn’t know she held was released and forgotten as she made her way to the door, swinging it open, making sure not to hit the swinging bulb above. Kyō said he would fix that.

She wasn’t met with sunshine, and..it was suddenly grey out, gloomy even..she looked at the boy in front of her door, and noticed two others in the distance, with their backs, turned away from her. Hm.

The boy tries to look her in the eye, but it seemed to be a struggle, he opens his mouth to speak anyway.

“Um, a-are you-“

She recognized his attire immediately. Just like Kyōjurō, he had to be a demon slayer. Younger though. She welcomed the young boy in.

He didn’t look like her Kyō however, not as bright, confident..happy? Was something wrong?

She started to think about saying something, but the boy began to talk. A heaviness hanging on each of his words.

“M-my name is Tanjiro Kamado. I am a member of the Demon Slayer Corps.”

She could tell he was holding up an act, but why. And where was Kyōjurō?

“I was sent to partake in a mission on the Mugen Train, along with 2 other swordsmen to join and assist-”

They were...on the same train? That can’t be right, though...why haven’t Kyō come back...did something happen? where was -

“-Kyōjurō Rengoku, Flame Pillar of the Hishira.”

Wait.

“I am saddened to inform..y-you....that-“

Wait. WAIT.

“Rengoku-san....Kyojuro Rengoku...was killed in action...”

All at once, her body was frozen over and set ablaze by the worst of flames...was she falling? She has to wake up. This-THIS is a dream-a NIGHTMARE. No. She was snatched out of her body and forced back in..back to being in front of this..person. What did he just say?

“what?..” she asked with half a brain, not even sure if she was the one that asked it..it was so soft, she probably only thought it, but then she saw his mouth begin to move...were those..tears? He was crying. Was she crying? She can’t feel anything. She’s telling herself that somehow this isn’t real...but it is.

This isn’t happening right now...but it is.

This can’t be happening...it is..

This...it was unimaginable..that he could leave..me..he..Kyō..he would never leave me..what was this boy even saying?!

She knew all too well that she wasn’t hearing things..this was all too familiar to her..

you say your goodbyes, wish them luck...and you hope like hell you see them again. Because if you don’t...something got screwed up. You’re stuck...alone..replaying every moment to see if somehow you messed up. Did I miss something?... Breaking down every detail, to find the one thing you could’ve done differently. You become obsessed over finding that mistake..

Obsessed over that ONE mistake that could have changed this.. all of this. It’s not right! Not FAIR!

Until it drives you out of your mind..because life comes with pain..but times doesn't stop and wait for you to pick yourself up when you’re ready to move on.

She’s alone again..she’s going to have to grieve alone again..pick herself up...and fight for a way out..again..alone...without Kyō ...

But she’s falling...she can feel it...she’s falling fast..

“Kyō...”

it was barely audible..but she felt the words leave her mouth...the sting of where the sentence was headed..she wished she could take it back, but it kept forming..

“Kyō..please..n-no..“

Was any of this real...was she real..She sure as hell felt real..this pain? Was real.. more real than she could ever think was possible..

“d-don’t..go..Kyō..”

Her voice was trembling at this point. That..boy, was turning into a fuzzy green..figure..she’s sure the floor had disappeared.. her legs too..and she could hear wind..loud wind and..leaves?

..yea..leaves..

It was the first day of Autumn, September 22nd..

Initially, it was her plan to take a walk through the park to see all the pretty leaves scattered on the ground. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen it before, she loved Autumn, ever since she was a kid. She and her brother would argue over who got to rake up the leaves first, so they could be the first ones to jump into the freshly fallen leaves, to welcome the new season.

She wanted to walk with Kyō through the park..hand-and-hand, taking in the beautiful scenery. She looks up at him, but he was already gazing down at her...his face was so lovely.

She watched as he let go of her hand and grabbed a handful of fallen autumn leaves, throwing them into the air with joy..

“I love this girl!!”

This hadn’t been the first time he had said this to her, but this had been the first time she felt more prepared than ever to say it back to him...with that same burning passion that he held in his heart. Her heart swelled with happiness; she didn’t think it was possible for a person to be this happy. It felt..wrong. Like she had just figured out the key to life.. its purpose...and she didn’t want to share it with anyone but him...she loved him. she loved him.

“I love you too,Kyōjurō!!”

Her body disobeyed her, and tears formed at her eyes and gliding down her trembling cheeks. It was the beginning of Autumn, she wasn’t cold..the excitement was to blame, she was so filled with euphoria that it almost made her dizzy.

The way he looked at her, like she was the only girl...no, the only person in the world..nothing else mattered but this moment, here.

She couldn’t feel anything..not anymore, even the pain was like a distant memory..she felt..empty..she was empty..how was she going to get through this..what was next...Kyō ..

She can’t...It’s just...her mind isn’t working...she needs him..why... Kyō ...

Kyō ..

She wants to drift..off of whatever surface she currently depending on...and float off into where ever...where ever he was....she wanted..more than anything..to be with him..

to see him...

to hold..

...

Kyō ..

...

She was always drawn to him. He was the most alive person she had ever known. He was good, he was kind.. and so gentle with her. She had lost her brother and father to the hands of a demon, and Kyōjurō carried her through and out of that pain. She still thinks about the family that she lost, she missed and loved them every day and every night but....she didn’t have to go through it alone anymore. She had Kyō.. He was her Pillar...of light...of warmth...the fire she needed when she surrounded herself by thick, icy walls...He was her flame that got her through that darkness....

but now...

Go ahead and live with your head held high. No matter how devastated you may be by your own weakness or uselessness, set your heart ablaze. Grit your teeth and look straight ahead. Even if you stop and crouch down, the time won’t wait for you...or snuggle you and grieve along with you. -Kyōjurō Rengoku💛❤️

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