#zenitsu godspeed yes

[sunseteyes]

AGATSUMA TWINS — Z. AGATSUMA

—a short two-shot dedicated for zenitsu agatsuma’s birthday

theme/s: fluff, angst, orphan degradation, reconciliation, siblings au

description: you are zenitsu agatsuma’s strength. but what happens when you’re taken away from him?

[ intro | one | two ]

i actually feel bad for ending this already. this plot is supposed to be with an oc and it should’ve been a fanfic i’ll post in ao3 but then since nitsu’s birthday and a new semester for me were coming up, i just thought i should post a shorter version so that i could still let out this plot. either way, to all who supported this twoshot, thank you! happy birthday my bb nitsu!!

“you look horrible, niisan.”

even in his sleep, he knows that voice. he could remember that sound everywhere. and out of all the words you chose to say to him, it was of those that made him want to crawl further underground into the depths of the world.

“(y/n)?”

he can feel your presence; strong and calm, as like a gentle rhythm in his ears. he can hear you now.

but how? is it because he’s unconscious? or is it because... you’ve found your true sound?

you moved like a tidal wave, your silence proving the placidity of your soul. he stood there, marveling you and the surprise of meeting you in the middle of a battle still stuck to him.

“(y/n)-chaaaan! you came to rescue us, didn’t you? didn’t you?”

“(y/n)! you’re here!”

he should be displaying that kind of affection yet it was one of uzui’s wives who had done so.

suma wrapped her arms around your neck, the woman overjoyed by your arrival.

zenitsu and even inosuke was confused.

“what? did i heard it right? you have a sibling???” he went towards the blonde, nudging him as they watched the interaction between you, makio and suma. 

you defeated the sash in just one surprise attack and it had caused a standstill for everyone who were in the area. for a moment, zenitsu thought you were the sound pillar due to your strength. however, when he heard your voice comment about him, he was left surprised even more. 

another figure comes from above, towering over everyone and catching their attention just like how you did.

“ah! good work, my successor!” zenitsu watches uzui ruffles your hair and proceeds to do the same to his two wives, feeling that slight tugging in zenitsu’s heart at how you affectionately received the sound pillar’s gesture.

he sullenly stares at your form, a mature version of the child you that he had always been worried of even ever since you two got separated. he wanted to see you, yes but he can’t accept the idea that you were finally in front of him, not even wearing any kind of excitement he harbors.

he should have expected it--with the way he just watched you go. 

he should have expected you to be mad at him. after all, it was his fault. he decided for the two of you and didn’t asked for your opinion. it was him who gave up and failed to protect the only person he could call a family at that time.

“aren’t you going to-” inosuke halts from his sentence the moment he felt the grimness in the air surrounding zenitsu. even with the blonde’s closed eyes,the boy could feel it just by the troubled look in his face.

thus, they let it go, just for awhile. 

you were silent throughout the battle and zenitsu only realized it when he heard your inner voice.

“breath of voice, first song: bolted melody”

you were not as fast as him but every time you make an attack, it’s as if a cold breeze brushes by his face at the smoothness of your movements, as if you were dancing to the songs of your techniques.

he had never heard of breath of voice before but now, he realized what could have been the reason for your silence, even as you two were little kids. you were meant to be a demon slayer of his breath, meant to train with a pillar and be a successor.

it gave him some kind of relief then. 

“breath of beast, eighth fang: pig assault!”

“breath of water, third form: beating tide!”

“breath of lightning, first form: thunderclap-flash: eightfold!”

“breath of voice, fifth sing: silent serenade.” even if you had your lips sealed tight, zenitsu could hear you. and the sound you emitted with your attack was overwhelming to the point that it caused their opponent to lose an ear by the time you had gotten near her.

he marveled upon your attacks but there was one problem; you still haven’t spoken to him.

and when the fight ended, the daybreak showing itself as the demons had vanished into thin air. yet, his attention was still on you, his eyes opening just in time to see the sunlight hit yours, making them brighten up just like how it was from before.

“(y-” you turned to him, the expression on your face vague, as if it was also confused of what to say or do or react.

“niisan.” there was longing in your voice but he dare not speak of it, afraid that it will disappear just like how you did before. now that you’re finally in front of him, alive and well, he could finally feel relieved that the sacrifice he made for the two of you before was worth it.

without another word, he lets you embrace him, even with the broken bones, gashes and wounds in both of your bodies.

he was having a hard time to grasp onto the moment as he also wraps his arms on you, dazed by how much he yearned for this moment to come—when he finally holds you in his arms the way he does before.

so even if there was awkwardness in the air and unresolved tension between siblings, for that single moment, zenitsu was grateful and felt proud of what he had done.

it was all worth it.

“i knew it! you two smells the same!”

both zenitsu and you gave tanjiro a weird look. by now, you four were in the engawa after the said boy had woken up. you and zenitsu still hadn’t spoken to each other but zenitsu could feel that you were slowly opening yourself up to him.

“twins? you both came out at the same time?” 

again, you two gave weird glances at inosuke, your reaction only making zenitsu feel comfortable in mimicking you. 

“i only came here to inform you that me and kanao will be handling your rehabilitation training.” you say, your voice a music to zenitsu’s ears.

“what?? aren’t you with us during the fight?!” inosuke questioned, earning you confused gazes from the three.

you sigh, sounding incredibly exhausted by just talking to them. zenitsu knows you were selectively mute but apparently, you had grown to be talking more than before. “shinobu-san cleared me already and assigned me with you three.” you narrowed your eyes at zenitsu, as if you were blaming him for taking your precious time.

“apparently, someone slipped out that we’re related.”

zenitsu chuckles, scratching the back of his head, acting guiltily.

you huffed but he could tell that you were not mad at all. a tall figure appears from behind you by the doorway, the sound pillar’s form appearing all of a sudden.

uzui ruffles your head and a smile appears on his lips before his gaze turns to the three. “good luck, kids. (y/n) over here got her strict attitude from me but she can be a softie like suma too.”

zenitsu watches from afar as you pout at the man, turning your head to look up at his towering figure. “hey-”

then, uzui turns to zenitsu, a grin appearing on his face. “don’t believe whatever (y/n) says. they still love you.”

“uzui-” you whine and zenitsu’s face lights up as he suddenly latches onto you, giving you a big embrace that he had been aching to do so. he snuggles to your back and you narrow your eyes at uzui, tanjiro and inosuke for chuckling at your state.

zenitsu had a bigger smile on his face once you relented, letting him stay in that position onto his heart’s content. 

it was indeed all worth it.

i honestly felt like i needed a lighter ending since today’s nitsu’s birthday. i’m not an angst sadist at that point yall. 

[sunseteyes]

AGATSUMA TWINS - Z. AGATSUMA

—a short two-shot dedicated for zenitsu agatsuma’s birthday

theme/s: fluff, light angst, orphan degradation, reconciliation, siblings au

—you are zenitsu agatsuma’s strength. but what happens when you’re taken away from him?

[ intro | one | two ]

zenitsu is honestly one of my favorite characters in kny. so thus, i decided to offer him a drabble for his birthday. i have never made a drabble just focusing on a non-romantic pair and i considered this a challenge for me. please do enjoy reading my opinions on how zenitsu’s pov had always been. thank you and love lots xx

zenitsu had never been very confident ever since. however, when it comes to his twin sibling, he would do anything to protect them—you.

“(y/n), stand behind me.” his short arms and little hands raise up, shielding his body between you and a grown man and woman, his eyes glaring up at them with determination despite of his small form.

“you’re not going to take (y/n) away! i won’t allow it!” he had never had the courage to speak like that to anyone and yet, zenitsu had done so effortlessly by now. 

¨this brat! you´re orphans, don´t you want your sister to have a great life?! this woman will give that to her so you have to let her go!”

zenitsu’s brows furrow and his anxieties came back, as if he was being drenched by cold water, waking him up to reality. the man was right, however-

he turns to you, your hands clutched onto his clothes as if saying that you didn’t want to go—didn’t want to leave him alone despite the good future that you may have if you do the opposite. he contemplates, but as he does, you were suddenly yanked away from him. by now, there were several people surrounding the two of you, a formation of an unnecessary crowd that only made zenitsu cower further to fear.

the voices, their breaths, their hearbeats. zenitsu could hear it and it feels as if someone was suffocating him by the neck, denying him of the oxygen that he deserves as a living person.

and they are taking you away.

“are you giving him a chance to choose? he doesn’t have to. he knows he should take care of his sister by letting her go. just take her.” one man—a passerby says, handing you to the woman from earlier.

zenitsu sees you struggle from their grasp, but he couldn’t move. his entire body betrays him from succumbng into the echoes in the air and his own voices in his mind.

he can’t live without you, but you need to live without him.

so, as they take you away, he kneels down onto the ground, skin scraping on the land as he brings his arms around him, still battling with the shrill voices of his inner demons whilst the face of the person he cares about most embeds itself in his heart like a tattoo.

this moment will continue to hunt him forever, but if it meant that you’d be having a better life han eating scraps, then he’s prepared for that sacrifice.