The TikTok trend going around to the song "My moon, My man" has got me in a fit and I got a video of that trend to "You're camera roll if you were dating SpongeBob" and it made me laugh. So. Naturally, I have to write about it. In first person, imagine the "I" as whoever you wish it to be, I guess. This is just for fun guys. (to enjoy it more I will NOT be making Sponge Bob a human. He in fact will remain a sponge)
A camera roll is a funny enigma. A phenomena much like the human brain only it can not think. It can only record memories and keep in file the most special parts of someone's life or a part of it that couldn't matter any less than it already does. Mine was empty and I was staring at it in an equally empty restaurant.
Sliding onto the stool next to me is a man, with a seemingly young face of smiles of puffy cheeks but there is age in his hands despite the smoothness. "Hey." He simply says to me. Quietly almost. Such so that I barely hear him. He looks tired but happy. Content with this bottomless sea of life. I don't know why, I don't think he should be but he is and that warms me a bit. "Hey." I reply back to him.
"Want a Krabby Patty? They're really good." Maybe he noticed the puffy look in my eyes or the way my shoulders were drooping forward more than normal. If he even recognized me as normal. I came at least once a week to the Krusty Krab. If not for a burger, then just to watch him work from the window behind the grumpy blue octopus. He's a ray of sunshine in the kitchen.
Flipping burgers, slapping band aids on burnt fingers, placing cheese at the exact same angle every time. I had begun to admire the craft after such a long while that coming had wiggled its way into my daily routine. Just for him. Seeing how happy he was brightened my day every single time. I nod to him. "Yeah. A Krabby Patty sounds nice."
He nods to me like I did to him and stands in squeaky but shined black shoes and hurried to the kitchen where he stays every day of every single week. I can't help but wonder if his feet hurt. If his limbs are tired. If his eyes feel like drifting shut. But every time I gaze toward him his eyes are wide open and he's bouncing around, whistling a tune so sweet that I wonder if mockingbirds had somehow learned to breathe underwater.
My day had gone awfully. First I was out of a job and then I was out of food. I sat in my house alone. Like I always did. Never with anyone, never seeing anyone. Just darkness like it always was. But instead of sitting there and letting it consume me I had come here to the Krusty Krab.
The first time I came to Krusty Krab was a day just like today. And it was the first day me coming here became routine. Because the first day I came, I saw him in the kitchen and I just couldn't bring myself to stop. It might have been considered loitering a few times but the cashier never said anything to me. I don't think he ever cared enough to speak about it.
Sponge Bob walks back over. A tray in hand with a white and red checkered paper beneath a perfectly assembled burger. He sets it down in front of me with a satisfied look and waits for me to take a bite. When I do he asks, "How is it?" Like that's even a question. "Really good." I answer softly.
Business was slow tonight. Most others had gone to sleep and there was only the fewest stragglers in the restaurant. Some working on their computers while eating and others falling asleep against the windows with a plate of fries in a to go box.
The sting of loneliness caught in my throat again at the sight. The knowledge that I was one of those stragglers and not one of the ones here with my friends celebrating another day of being alive. I think Sponge Bob could tell.
He slid onto the stool across from me now, hands laced together while he watched me. He didn't speak. Didn't stare longer than either of us felt necessary. He simply sat there with me while I ate. Suddenly, I wasn't so lonely. After I finished my burger I carefully wiped my mouth and stood up. "So, how much do I owe you?"
It was a dumb question. I was beyond a regular, I knew how much a Krabby Patty cost but I just really didn't want to go home. Sponge Bob looks over at the cashier who looks back at him. The cashier sighed, waved a dismissive tentacle and turned back to the register. Sponge Bob smiled and then shook his head. "On the house. Don't worry about it."
"What? Are you sure, I-"
"Yeah. Now's how about I walk ya home? I'm taking my nightly break. I'm sure Squidward's got it covered." He laughed quietly as to not disturb the other customers. I stared. Shocked yes but beyond relieved. "Yeah. Yeah, I'd like that."
So we left the Krusty Krab and walked side by side down the empty streets. I needed to say, "You don't really know me. There isn't a point in walking with me you know." Maybe it was to prove that he was really only being nice because he noticed I was upset. Maybe because I couldn't believe someone so joyful could comfortably be around someone like me. But then again, this was Sponge Bob I was talking about.
"I do know you. You come in every Friday morning and night, sitting at the same table, same stool and order the same thing." I stared at him a bit surprised. "I do, don't I?"
"Yeah you do." Then we were quiet again. Until we turned onto my street and he finally asked me, "Why are you so upset?" I sigh and tell him without any pressure because my life felt so terribly dull that one happy guy knowing my problems really wouldn't pose any problems.
"I got laid off my job. I have no money. No food. I don't know. As a kid, I thought I would become so much more than this. This hull of nothing. I thought I would become something cool like a lawyer or professional jelly fisher. But instead, I'm just not living. But not dying either."
"Oh." He said simply. I didn't expect someone like him to understand. He had a job, low paying I was sure but still he had one. And he was happy. And I'm sure he had friends and dreams and a house and a good life. Nothing that I did. I was jealous. Truthfully.
But then he explained it to me. "I get that. Feeling like nothing is really worth it because even though you're trying, no progress is happening. Trust me, I know it well. I've been in driving school for Trident knows how long. It's unfortunately a common feeling. A feeling I've had too." I almost did not believe him. "Do you now?"
"I do." He laughed again something joyfully contagious. "There was a time I was low. But it didn't last very long because I know that no matter what happens, life is good. There is always a meaning. Whether it's as big as a loved one or as small as the jelly fish you get to catch tomorrow morning. Being alive doesn't have to have some grand or amazing outcome. The point of living is to see the world. Hypothetically or literally. That includes asking people for help. Because people are a part of the world you get to see. So, go out there. Meet people. Ask for things. Embrace the art of words. It's simple really. And suddenly, you won't feel so lonely."
A short philosophy from someone who didn't seem capable. Capable of explaining something I have never been able to into words so understandable that it hurts my head. We stand in front of my door and I stare down at the gravel. I think he's right.
"Here. You can start right here. I'm Sponge Bob. And any time you need help, I live right over there." He pointed down a separate street where a large pineapple sat straight up. "Whether it's food or company." He winked and turned, walking away and leaving me on my own doorstep.
I think that was when my life changed. I visited him often. Became quite close with his pet Gary and his friend Patrick. Even Squidward and I hung out some times when he was too tired to say no to me. Sponge Bob often gave me Krabby Patty's for free even if Mr. Krabs would chew him out for it. I eventually stopped needing them when he managed to get me a job at the Krusty Krab with him.
I got to watch him work even closer than before. I was bringing in income again. I felt...better. And I thank him for all of that. Every single bit. Especially when I get extremely lonely in the middle of the night and I walk to his house and knock on the door. And he'd open it, wide eyed and awake. He'd invite me inside and we'd set up blankets on the floor and watch movies until we both fell asleep. Then we'd get ready and walk to work together singing along the street the next morning.
And It helped me realize. Really realize, that I was finally alive.
Cps didn't visit as often as people would think. Katsuki had calmed down much since his high school years and Eijirou was always sweet. But the yelling, the random crashes, the screaming. The neighbors were worried even if the screams were simply them chasing each other about the house, the yelling just being one sibling losing at uno or the crashes being one dropping the pot roast on thanksgiving.
People knew Katsuki. Knew his violence. Or at least, they thought they knew it inside and out. They did not. They only knew the tip of it. Eijirou knew it best because he had been at the forefront of it ever since they met. But they were compatible because Eijirou could harden his body to the equivalence of stone, cold and sharp to absorb the blast as easily as they came. He was never worried, never had a reason to be, never had a reason to doubt he could not handle it. Though, it did help that Katsuki never hit him full force. He knew better.
So, when there was bangs and screaming and noise on one particular night, the neighbors had grown so desensitized that cps had not been called. It was quick really, Eijirou and Katsuki were arguing over something stupid. Neither remembered what exactly it was. But they had gotten so heated, wrestling, throwing each other to the ground even as the kids slept upstairs. The two younger ones in their beds and the older ones probably on their phones.
Katsuki's hand lashed out as it always did, heated up against Eijirou's face and Eijirou became that cold rigid stone he trusted best. But this time, it wasn't enough. Maybe the proximity was too close or Katsuki just didn't pay enough attention to the force but the explosion had gone off loudly. It ignited half of the kitchen and charred it to ash before it calmed down.
Katsuki was blinded for a short moment, flailing his arms around for sight when that sharp stab at his neck brought it back. Eijirou had locked his jaw around the mans neck, tearing a portion of his throat from the base. Only after that smoke cleared, and they saw each other, did they really realize it. Half of Eijirou's face was a red blanket of blood, his eye somewhere neither could see. His mouth held a clump of pale peach flesh, his tongue smoothing around it subconsciously.
Katsuki on the other hand was struggling to breath, blood leaking from the absence of flesh at his throat and his hand covered in a heap of flesh that definitely wasn't his.
"Holy shit."
They both turned. Their older children, 17, 16, and 18, all standing there gaping at them in horror. Eijirou brought his hand slowly to his mouth before gagging and throwing up a storm of stomach acid, his head throbbing in pain. Katsuki was drawing in rigid breaths from the hole in his neck. The little ones rushed to the top of the stairs, "What's going on?" Both the boy and girl would ask. The oldest boy would look up the stairs and yell for them to stay put.
The red haired girl was run outside with her phone to call for help. And the last girl, long blonde hair just like Katsuki's would rush over and try to stop the bleeding with rags and her bare hands. She would watch her parents clutch each other in terrified fear of what they'd just done to each other. Something neither would ever forgive themselves for.
And ambulance came quickly when they received the report. Their uncle Izuku would rush to them too. The little ones, so dreadfully curious snuck down the steps to witness the scene only to find something that would be ingrained in their minds for the rest of their lives.
Both parents were carried out, the children were taken to stay with Izuku for a while until they both got better in more ways than one. The hospital visit was a rush of white sterile lights and hazy vision though for Eijirou, it was no vision at all. It took hours for both in the operating room to save the parts of their mutilated bodies.
But once Eijirou's one good eye opened, vision still a red haze, he stood and forced himself to walk with the throbbing and ringing in tow. He walked and walked and walked until he found Katsuki's room. And when he did, the other was still unconscious, laying on the bed with a bandage wrapped around his throat and on hand in a bandage too.
After a long moment of standing there, Eijirou would whisper a quiet, "I'm sorry." And lay down beside him. Of course, it wasn't his entire fault, Katsuki had hit first. And Katsuki knew that too, he knew very well. The month in the hospital that followed was filled with long talks through the nights, sorry's whispered under soft kisses to the marks, and promises to be different.
Most would think, if someone did that to me, I'd leave them no questions asked or answered. And many did think that way when they heard the news. But it was different for them. Eijirou was the only one to ever understand Katsuki, his first real friend. Someone so unique to him that he was the only man he'd ever say he loved. The only one who could touch and ignite a fire on his skin without him trying to blow something up. Supportive, kind, special. He didn't want Eijirou to go.
And to Eijirou it was something different yet the same. His life had been filled with a blank nothing. Basic and indifferent to the things around him, he wanted fire, wanted to be seen, known, heard. He dyed his hair red hoping people would notice but it wasn't until he became a hero that his life had purpose. There was only one person there throughout ever moment of that journey that completely understood the feeling. That mad ehim understand himself and that was Katsuki.
The depth in their relationship made both grip tightly to whatever was left between them. They promised at their wedding that no matter what happened they would love each other. The sweetest and easiest words that had ever come out of Katsuki's mouth. And Eijirou knew Katsuki better than anyone. He would never say something like that unless he meant it with his whole heart.
They completed each other in every single way imaginable. So when people called them toxic, saw what had happened and begged them to separate, they didn't. They went to therapy, made rules, took time apart and worked to get the kids back, but they never once separated.
It took months but they got the kids back eventually, though everyone was cautious. Izuku disapproved but then again when has what he said ever had an affect on Katsuki. They moved neighborhoods, took a break from hero work and instead worked on each other.
The scars remained. Pink and visible on each others bodies. They taught their children, "If you are going to argue, keep your hands below the waist. And if you are going to yell then stand at least five feet away."
Sad but necessary precautions. They apologize to each other every night. They had become so much sweeter. So much more understanding. They worked harder. Everyone eventually forgot all about it after a couple years though the scars were always a harsh dose of reality on anyone who saw them. Though, they did not hide them.
They believed that it was something to be seen. A warning to be careful and smart. But also a way to say that if you love someone enough, you can get through anything.
There are moments though, when they argue and Katsuki raises a hand simply to make a gesture and Eijirou would flinch backwards sharply. Or times they'd be hugging and Eijirou would nuzzle into Katsuki's neck only for the man to twist his head to the side.
The dent will always be there for each other. That memory will always remind them of what they had done to each other. The thought of it will be with each of them forever.
Sorry for not posting yesterday! But I just got this idea today. I think Zenitsu, as a hashira would use a whip. A very unrealistic one but a long whip instead of a sword. A little like Mitsuri's bendy weapon but you know... a whip. I'm also going to add some future Inosuke and Tanjiro and of course Nezuko in here too!
𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃🐗ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִִֶֶָ🥀་༘࿐
It's been years and yet he remains the same scared, timid boy inside only now, with the crackle of a whip is he able to mask his fears. Swords were the basic starting point of each demon slayer and sure, Zenitsu worked well with one. But he remembered the day he asked for something he knew was outrageous, he could tell by how Haganezuka had reacted.
"I want a whip." And Haganezuka stared at him as if he has just spoken an insult to all blades. But fighting close combat was Zenitsu's least favorite thing and maybe it was for the exciting crackle of the whip that he knew would sound like lighting or the distance it kept between him and demons. The idea came to him late at night after a particularly tiring fight. He was lying in bed, wrapped in bandages and healing just as slow as any other human. Inosuke was sitting right between his calves eating a large piece of meat and talking his ears numb. It wasn't Zenitsu that had made the idea, it was Inosuke.
The boar boy, now man, had his mama's head sitting next to him, the tusks dry and the fur licked and groomed. He spoke around large bites of meat, "I don't know. I like cool weapons. Like the hashira have!" Zenitsu watched him, thinking. "Define cool, because that's subjective."
"You know! Like not normal stupid blades."
"Atypical?"
"Uhh... sure."
Zenitsu stared at the other. How Inosuke had grown into a man with an exceptionally pretty face and a well built body. And his swords, jagged teeth forced into them with stones. That was cool. He hadn't seen Tanjiro in a while but now he wielded two swords instead of one. Nezuko? She still used her hands. But Zenitsu knew what Inosuke meant by cool. And suddenly, he felt so uncool.
"Alright then. What kind of weapon do you think would make me cool?" He asked Inosuke. The darker haired man looked up, one of his eyes had been torn out during a battle, his boar masks eye ripping out of the severed head with it. Inosuke however could not be bothered with abandoning it and shoved it into his own socket. So now he sits with one human Inosuke eye and one blue boar eye. His long black and blue hair, now to his ankles after years of growing, was tied in a messy bun.
"Probably something like... I don't know! A whip?" Zenitsu almost chocked on his own tongue. A whip? He could never even imagine himself wielding such a weapon and doing any sort of damage with it. "Why that of all things!?" He gaped and Inosuke only laughed at him. "Because! You're the lighting hashira. And when you crack large whips they sound like lighting." His logic was crude, not realistic for why a whip would help Zenitsu in a fight but against his better judgement...
"What the fuck do you mean a whip?" Haganezuka stared at Zenitsu further, analyzing whether or not to kill him. Haganezuka made swords, not toys but when Zenitsu shakily put his foot down he relented and made the weapon. Zenitsu watched the whole process, choosing the colors of the hilt, the length, thickness and shape until it was in his own hands.
The hilt was padded in leather with iron, 24 whole feet long, styled like a bullwhip. Thorns cut out sharply from the edges of the whip forming a type of thorny vine made from the special material that allowed Zenitsu to behead demons. When it was done and Zenitsu held it for the first time, it was instant regret. It was so, so heavy. But he thanks Haganezuka and forced himself to learn to use it. Why? His life was the same, always.
Inosuke had grown stronger, more outgoing than when they were younger and Tanjiro was double wielding now. Zenitsu was still Zenitsu and it was getting old. He learned the maneuver the whip from a few teachers and Mitsuri and he learned a few tips that Obanai was willing to give on Mitsuri's request. After a while he got the hang of it, incorporated it into his moves and it became an extension of his body.
Every time he swung, cracking it against the neck of a demon and severing the head from the neck, he felt powerful. For the first time in a long time, he was awake and he felt powerful. He never believed himself to be too good at using it until him and Inosuke went on a mission together.
The demon was faster than either of them had thought and Zenitsu was chasing after both the demon and Inosuke. When the demon was about to slide through an alley, Zenitsu whipped his arm out and as if by sheer telekinesis, the whip wrapped around the demons neck like a rope and pulled it cleanly from the base. From about 20 feet away. The sound that came from the act was a loud boom, like lighting on a stormy night.
Zenitsu was breathing heavily, arms on his knees, whip draped across the floor when Inosuke looked over, his one human eye wide and shocked.
There is my short writing for the day. i think the idea of Zenitsu being a whip user is just fun for me. I think it fits his character and that it would flow well for him. I think as hashira, him and Inosuke would be so so so so so close and Inosuke would be Zenitsu's confidence where Zenitsu would be Inosuke's.
Anyway! Here this is, I might be writing something, especcially more descriptors on some characters as hashira versus demons.
Rengoku x Tengen because I think their friendship is cute and they have totally kissed. (Tengen taught Rengoku how to kiss) Plus I don't know what to write for today. So enjoy!
(As always, any requests feel free to ask, even if it's anonymous)
"No, you're doing it wrong."
"How am I doing it wrong, I'm teaching you!"
The two men sat on a khaki colored futon, pressed against each other. The fiery haired one, only twenty with never having had a kiss, sat in an orange robe pooling at his elbows, slipping off his shoulders. The other? A taller silver haired man of twenty-three who had three wives.
Kyojuro was learning, embarrassed like a small schoolboy, how to kiss. Kyojuro was in simple words, had a difficult time asking for help with such personal things but who better to ask if not his best buddy! Right? The room was heated, warm, or maybe it was just Kyojuro's cheeks. They were blazing red and Uzui only used them to poke fun. A smile on his lips, both sultry and teasing. "Kyojuro, if you want this to work, you can't be so jittery. You're usually so confident, just bring that into this."
Kyojuro only rolled his eyes. He was practically yelling, always loud and proud but in these moments where he had to ask for help for the most basic of manly skills, he felt the innate want to simply be quiet. Uzui waved his hands towards Kyojuro. "Try again." Kyojuro leaned and smacked a kiss on Uzui's mouth. It earned a laugh and not much else. "Do you need a shoulder rub?"
Kyojuro shook his head. He had realized just a few days ago that he had never kissed someone before. It had never stuck in his mind but once he thought about it, it ate at him like an angry parasite. So he asked Uzui to help set his mind at ease. He never thought the practice would be so nerve wracking. He had chosen Uzui specifically so it wouldn't be nerve-racking. Kyojuro also didn't care to think of Uzui's three wives at home not knowing their husband was kissing his best friend.
Uzui, despite acknowledging the shaking head of Kyojuro, slid his hands onto Kyojuro's shoulders and rubbed them. Tight but long circles, his fingers digging into the muscle and forcing ease upon them. "Uzui..." Kyojuro sighed quietly, his friends name in his mouth, owning it. It took a minute or two before Kyojuro was relaxed and Uzui was raking his fingers through Kyojuro's hair. "You aren't bad. Just stiff. You can't expect the woman to do all the work when it comes to kissing and especially after. That's the mans job."
Kyojuro only hummed, letting the back of his head press on Uzui's exposed chest. "I would love to please my woman, it would be an honor. The idea simply strikes me nervous in the legs. Someone trusting me enough with their body, it scares me Uzui. He looks up at Uzui and the other man is still rubbing his shoulders, slow and calming.
"That makes sense. I remember the first time I kissed each of my wives. I was jelly in their hands. In the flashiest way." Rengoku laughed at Uzui's boyish smirk. "Your wives are lucky, Uzui. You're quite the catch." He knew the statement would only boost Uzui's ego but he didn't mind giving his friends a bit more confidence. Maybe it would rub off on him too.
Uzui watched Kyojuro smile after the compliment. He leaned down slow and kissed him again from upside down. He felt the vibration of Kyojuro's hum in his mouth, soft, nothing loud like he usually was. It was a slow kiss, sensual. When it broke Uzui smiled brightly. "Yes! Just like that! Do it ag-"
And he was cut off by Kyojuro doing just as he asked. He had flipped back upright again, kissing Uzui deeper than before, mimicking what he was taught. His tongue rolled against the others slowly, short pauses for breath. It lasted longer than Uzui had intended or maybe it was just a few second that felt like hours as his hands pressed hard into Kyojuro's hips. Kyojuro let his arms wrap around Uzui's neck, breaking apart, noses pressed against each others. "So, this is good?" He mumbled against Uzui's mouth.
Uzui felt that tingle in his gut. The same he had felt when he had kissed Suma for the first time, and Makio and Hinatsuru. He turned into slime in Kyojuro's hands. A few more kisses and Uzui was sputtering out nonsense. Kyojuro laughed and released him. "Are you okay, Uzui?" He swallowed and nodded.
Suddenly he wondered if his wives would like an extra husband.
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Just something, small, not too great. I'm really tired today so I might redo this with some lemon tomorrow or soon. Either way, loved making it and they are one of my favorite ships in the entire anime. I hope you enjoyed it a little! Give me to requests if you want (Free I swear, pleaseee).
This is part two of Sabito and Giyuu reuniting, picking back up where the last one left off. Sabito staying the night at Giyuu's estate. I added some lemon in here of course (smut) even though I might not be any good at it (if I ever was). If anyone has anymore requests I would love to hear them. I'll even grit my teeth and bare writing some xReader fanfiction too. Maybe!
For immersion -> Beyoncé - Haunted but the ending is extended
Sabito was in Giyuu's living room now, sitting on Giyuu's futon, quiet. The two had barely spoke in the twenty minutes Sabito had been there. It was a bit awkward. Giyuu couldn't place why. He had broke down sure but they hadn't had a problem talking after. Giyuu stood in the kitchen rinsing a cup to take some water to bed. Small, short memories flooded into his head. Memories he hadn't cared to unlock until he was in solitude with himself.
How, before final selection when him and Sabito walked down the mountain or ran through the forests, they'd take hours admiring the sun. Then they would hold hands and then they'd kiss. Always quiet, a secret. Giyuu had never thought he'd have another chance, another moment to even think of holding Sabito in such a way but now the man was in his bedroom, just there.
Giyuu filled his glass of water and hurried back to the bedroom, nervous, palms wet and warm. He slid open the door without a second thought and he looked up at Sabito, standing at the window, waiting with the top of his yukata like robe pooling at his elbows. His shoulders were bare, half his back visible to the already nervous hashira.
Giyuu's grip only tightened on the glass cup, he swore he heard it pop. When Sabito turned, he was sure the memory would be burned into his head for the rest of his life. Long pink hair draped across the front of his chest, those familiar eyes, that familiar smile, all directed at him.
"I.." Giyuu chocked on his words. "Got water." He held out the cup like a child offering a new drawing. Sabito's laugh came shortly, flying through the air and stabbing Giyuu right in the abdomen. And then he was in front of him, standing taller and Giyuu felt so small. Sabito took the glass easily from Giyuu's fingers. "Thank you." He took a sip, a sultry sip, Giyuu gulped in air because it had clicked.
Sabito was tired of awkward silence. Tired of not talking about what this meant, what they meant. He was acting this way on purpose and Giyuu let him. He stalked further into the room, Sabito taking place by the window sill, watching him. His gaze was pure heat. "Do you have something you'd like to ask...or say?" It was the only thing Giyuu could muster. It sounded smoother in his head but his head was hot and his words were stutters.
Giyuu could almost hear Sabito's eyes roll from behind him. "You were the smartest person I knew."
"I still am." Giyuu whipped around. He hadn't meant to seem oblivious, his palms only sweating more with the worsening nerves. But this time Sabito laughed. "Relax." Sabito's hand smoothed onto Giyuu's and pulled him close. "I simply wonder if after everything, you'd still do me the honor?"
It was almost laughable, do me the honor. He'd always said that as boys between the trees of the forest on mount Sagiri. He'd treat their moments like he was being sworn into royalty, asked to dance by a king or begging for a hand in marriage. Always stared at him as if Giyuu was something to be cherished, not had. Giyuu stared for a moment, silent, breath on Sabito's neck. He was only tall enough to breath onto the mans nape. Giyuu wasn't short by any means but Sabito had always been taller.
Giyuu spoke, nervous, ignoring the question the best he could because...well, he didn't know. "You got a lot taller.. Too much taller." He whispered thinly through the air. And as if Giyuu had simply requested, Sabito fell to his knees, looking up at Giyuu, pink hair framing his cheeks in the light of the room.
"Better?" Giyuu finally let his body move, smoothing his hand through Sabito's hair. Pretty boy, he thought, still my pretty boy. Sabito let Giyuu run his hands through the soft locks of pink and he allowed the sharp tug that came after, Sabito's head wrenching upwards, his eyes only given two options. The ceiling and Giyuu. He knew it was a simple test, seeing if Sabito would relent, tell him to stop, see that Giyuu was stronger now, too much. Ultimately, he still chose to look at Giyuu.
"Go on." Giyuu released him when that gaze fell on his own. "Like you used to." It didn't take Sabito much time. He was quick with pulling off Giyuu's belt, gently peeling off the robes that he often slept in and then ridding him of the underwear that covered him after. Sabito had done it like it was a play he had seen millions of times, it was so, so natural.
Sabito's mouth wrapped around Giyuu so easily it made Giyuu feel a bit small but the thought left him at the warmth of his tongue pressing gentle against his tip. He may have been a bit louder than he intended to be, short moans falling from his mouth so comfortably that he felt Sabito chuckle around him. He looked down, red in the face. "Don't laugh at me!" Sabito pulled his head back, laughing again as if to taunt him. "You're so flustered, it's funny!"
Giyuu huffed, grabbing at Sabito's hair again but this time setting another hand under Sabito's jaw. Sabito seemed to understand immediately and opened his mouth, allowing Giyuu to thrust right to the back of Sabito's throat. The initial thrust was held for maybe five seconds, just enjoying the warmth of the others mouth, the gentle squish of Sabito's nose on his groin. He was reluctant to pull his hips back, but did when Sabito's began to gag.
The room quickly filled with the lewd squelch of Giyuu's thrusts into Sabito's mouth. His moans followed close behind each gag from the other. Giyuu was stronger now, rougher. Sabito let him go for as long as he wanted, even as saliva dripped down his chin and he had began to tear up from the sheer pressure in his throat. When his throat was done behind used, Giyuu pushed Sabito down tightly against the futon, inside him in a second. It burned, a white hot pain mixed with pleasure in the same intensity. Giyuu's arms were strong, holding up his upper body while his hips snapped forward with enough force to move Sabito up an inch.
Sabito could feel every vein of the other pounding into him, he could tell how starved Giyuu was, it'd been years and from how sloppy and rushed the movements were, Sabito could tell Giyuu hadn't done this in a long time. The realization made Sabito tingle with joy, simply choosing to enjoy it. He was silent most of the time, letting his hands tear Giyuu's ponytail free and then grab the thick brown locks and pull them hard. It caused the loudest cry of pure pleasure Giyuu had made all night.
"That's it..." Sabito cooed quietly into Giyuu's ear. He wasn't sure if Giyuu heard him completely with how loud he was being. How hazy his vision must be as he continue to act like an animal in heat. It was the only time Sabito got to see Giyuu anything but quiet and resigned. The only time he got to watch Giyuu feel so authentically and powerfully. Giyuu whined at Sabito's voice in his ear and he continued those soft words.
"Good boy. My pretty boy. So pretty. Perfect."
Sabito's head fell back against the pillow beneath him and Giyuu buried his face tightly into Sabito's shoulder. Giyuu reached between them, deepening his thrusts while he allowed his hand to wrap around Sabito's cock, stroking him in long, slow strides. Legs wrapped around Giyuu's hips, Sabito was locking up, he was close and suddenly, all he wanted to do was kiss him.
So he did. All tongue and teeth and spit, shared between the two in a sloppy make out. Giyuu swallowed up Sabito's mouth as if he was the only water for a hundred miles in the desert. It was some of the most passionate sex Sabito had experienced since their times in the woods. The room filled with the thick smell of Giyuu, a mix of mint and rocks and sweat and Sabito welcomed it. Pleasure boiled up in his abdomen before it spilled over. That was the only time Sabito moaned and even then Giyuu had swallowed it up before it could touch air.
Sabito's body was locked as he came, his legs twitching, his stomach clenched so tightly he shook, the sheer intensity forced Giyuu to follow, nestling himself the deepest he could go before emptying out. They laid there, quiet. Not many words had been shared between them other than Giyuu's loud noises and Sabito's soothing words. Regardless, neither could have felt more loved in that moment. Giyuu sat up, his hand covered in a thick sheen of white.
"Sorry." Sabito laughed quietly when he saw it. Giyuu shook his head and kissed Sabito again. Softer this time, all the same passion but all the more love. "Don't be. I had forgotten what that was like." Sabito grabbed the previously forgotten cup of water and took a sip.
He then stared up at the ceiling before turning his head, a playful smirk on his face, "Again?"
Giyuu gaped. His poor mini Giyuu twitched with both wanting and exhaustion. Regardless he smiled. "Again."
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"I'm so happy you two found each other again!" Urokodaki laughed as he served some rice to each man. "You knew he was alive and you didn't say anything to me! You knew how much his death hurt me, why didn't you!" Sabito folded his arms in anger.
Urokodaki tilted his head. His mask was down. A rare sight but his two sons had finally reunited and rekindled their love. He felt they deserved the sight. "Because," Urokodaki filled Giyuu's bowl back up with rice, "You only learn to love something to your fullest when it's gone. You two were very reckless with yourselves, even I could tell. I felt you needed some time to understand the gravity of what you meant to each other."
Giyuu paused with his spoon half in his mouth. Some time? It's been more than some time, it's been-
But Sabito got there first. "Some time is not the same as six years!"
Urokodaki shrugged. "You both matured well. I think it worked out."
Both Sabito and Giyuu turned to each other, only to look. For a moment they understood what the man meant. They had taken each other for granted. Never truly explored what the other meant. It was a love that six years couldn't break so it must have been real.
And there is part two! I hope you like it and my writing was alright... I like SabiGiyuu a lot. I ship many characters with many others and don't have any concrete ones but I definitely like Giyuu and Sabito's match the most out of any Giyuu ship!
As always, if you have any more requests feel free to ask! Oh! And tell me if the song helped the immersion, the overall vibes!
The Darkest Dove has been sitting in a lonely little pit for a while and I finally decided to do something. The rest will come, I promise!
Kanamori woke from his sleep next to his darling wife. En snored softly with her head pressed against her pillow. Kanamori loved these small moments. Where he would get to wake up next to his wife and see that angelic glow of her soft skin in the morning sunlight. Kanamori's hair was messy, strands curling over his forehead and his clothes strewn about the floor.
He stretched his arms up and then got out of bed, getting dressed, and walking down to the kitchen. He wondered what he should make his wife for breakfast. Something simple? Something complex? The choices he had were endless. He sat against his kitchen counter and stared out the corridor leading to the back of the house.
In the grass were two children playing ball. Their smiles were brighter than the sun itself. They were toddlers, from a bench not to far away who he assumed was their mother was watching them. Kanamori could only dream of that. Children of his own, one boy and one girl with soft dark hair like his and En's. Light beautiful skin and playful smiles on their faces.
Him and En would take them to their favorite places and make them all their favorite foods. Kanamori thought about it daily. The dream of settling down and living with his family. Kanamori pulled his eyes away from the corridor and pulled out some eggs and bacon ready to make just a simple breakfast. Kanamori's body was used to a tight schedule so he was up way before En was.
He lit a fire in the stove and set a pan on to heat up. Cracking some eggs into the pan and scrambling them. Kanamori hadn't always been the best cook but he did try. He was better at simple things and the most complex breakfast he could make was an egg sandwich. It didn't taste awful though. Once he finished the steamy meal and poured a cup of milk, he set it on a tray and made his way up the steep stairs.
He took a deep breath, ready to spend the week with En doing their favorite things and going to their favorite places. He knocked on the door and slowly opened it. En was sitting in bed with her back propped against their bed frame with a paper she quickly stashed under her pillow. Kanamori smiled when he saw she was awake.
En tilted her head to the side when she saw the corner of the tray Kanamori was holding. "What's that you have?" En asked in a sleepy voice. He walked through the doorway and closed the door it with a bump of his hip. En looked at the tray with food on it. She always liked easy and simple meals the most. Kanamori always added extra cheese and bacon bits among other revolutionary seasonings. The flavors all melted together in the best way.
It was her favorite. Kanamori set the tray onto the side table next to En and she looked at it. Only looked at it. Kanamori seemed a bit confused, if anything the food would already be gone before he even set the tray down. She was always hungry in the morning's and she always made sure to tell Kanamori that it was delight that he would spend time to make her something.
She didn't do any of that though. She stared at it for a while and slowly turned her head to Kanamori with a slightly uncomfortable look on her soft features. "I'm not hungry." En finally spoke after a while of sitting in silence. Kanamori was stunned though his expression remained solemn. He didn't really know how to react. He made a quiet sigh and nodded with a small smile. "That's okay.."
Kanamori then kneeled down in front of her. "I was hoping that since I'm finally home for a week we could do some stuff. Go for a walk through the forest, see the sakura trees like we do every year? We could have a picnic and pick flowers. I know how much you love seeing the sunset from behind the trees." Kanamori set a hand onto her cheek.
En stared at him, his soft and kind smile that could warm anyone's heart. She lifted her hand and set it onto Kanamori's and then pulled it down. "I already saw the trees this month." Kanamori was stunned again. He felt a sting in his heart. En, no matter how many times she had seen the trees she would always tell him, "If you'll hold my hand the whole way, I'll watch the sun set with you any day."
Kanamori's brows furrowed as he retracted his hand and En stood up, leaving the room. Her breakfast already ice cold and her cup of milk warm. Kanamori wondered if he had done something wrong. If he had made his wife upset in any way. He stood up and stared down at the food on the side table. He had always been light hearted when it came to his wife.
The slightest mishaps bringing him to tears, hence why they don't fight often. En tends to rather apologize before the argument starts than see her husband cry. Kanamori couldn't help it when he did. He felt the tears well up and fall. He knew it was a stupid reason to cry, but he missed his wife throughout the months he spent at work.
He would give anything to spend time with her while he had it but that rejection that he had never experienced before truly made him worry that he had done something to upset her. His mind immediately making the accusation that it was entirely his fault only making himself feel worse. He knew it wasn't and that she probably just had a bad nights sleep but his heart disagreed. His mind and his heart never agreed about these things and in the end, his heart always won.
He sat on her side of the bed, his wife's pillow hugged in between his arms. His tears falling silently down his cheeks. His back pressed against the bedframe. He took a deep breath, telling himself to stop crying if he didn't have a valid reason. He believed he didn't. Eventually he assured himself that everything was okay and calmed himself.
"Alright Kozo. You have a whole week to spend time with the love of your life." He spoke to himself forcing a smile. He kicked his legs off the bed and stood up rubbing his face clean. He took the tray of food and sighed. He always liked eggs cold anyway.
Kanamori left the shared bedroom as ate and noticed that En wasn't in the house. He assumed she went on a walk to take a short breather. It's something he was quite used to. Her walks always brought her to a smile when she was upset.
Kanamori tried to think of anything he could do to make En feel better. They could go for a swim at the lake or they could dance in the living room to Kanamori's sweet humming voice like they did on rainy nights. Kanamori ate the eggs he had made cold and set the tray and cup of warm milk in the sink. His mind thought of one hundred activities he could do. Then he thought of the perfect one.
He remembered when Kanamori first met En that day he was walking through her village, she was working at her families shop. The first time they hung out together outside of work, she would relentlessly ramble on and on about how she loved watching the fireflies behind the shop erupt into a glowing field during the night. It reminded him of how much Haganezuka would ramble on and on about his swords.
Quite an adorable feature he loved about them. Kanamori remembered a grassy field just on the outside of the village that was infested with fireflies. The perfect place to take his wife. It was a very convenient idea as well. Kanamori would have had a lot of trouble with it if the village was not already located near it.
Kanamori decided to take a breathing walk as well. Outside was as hot as burning iron, the ground was baked and dry. Anyone without a good pair of shoes would have their feet baked and bloody.
Kanamori explores his village, taking in the small changes since his last visit. There were some new shops, new infants and new toddlers rolling around on their heels. As Kanamori walked he ran smack into a little girl. She was so pretty, so so pretty. She reminded him a lot of En. An elegant face, a dainty round eyes and pale skin. The sight of her warmed him. He loved kids, dreamed of the day he'd have his own.
"Are you alright?" Kanamori holds his hand out, welcoming her up onto her feet. She nods, a cute little smile pulling at her mouth. She runs away to a man, yelling something that sounds like "Daddy!" and hugging his legs. Kanamori continues with his walk, down and down to the noodle shop ran by Yoko. He decided to take a pit stop, noodles always eased his worries when his wife couldn't.
And here is chapter two! I do hope you all like it and read chapter one if you do! This will be a long story here so it'll take a while. But I do think it will be worth it!
I finally got some requests and I'm so happy about it. So here is the first one. Sabito and Giyuu meet after believing the other dead during final selection. I hope I did well!
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A single crow flocked alone, a black dot in the sky until it descended onto Giyuu's arm. He looked at the bird, waiting for a message of a mission or a gathering that he wouldn't attend. Except this time the crow squawked with a different kind of urgency. "Emergency! Ubuyashiki mansion is under attack! Must go now!" The bird flapped it's wings hastily, begging in any way for Giyuu to follow.
Hearing the message sent Giyuu into a rushed frenzy. He grabbed his sword, threw on his uniform and haori and ran as fast as possible through the woods. The trees laid dense together on the mountain of dirt that let Giyuu peer just over the walls of the mansion. He'd been praying that nobody was hurt before he got there but when he did, nothing was happening. It was in fact a nice, warm calm in the front courtyard of the mansion which was filled with the other hashira.
He recognized them all of course, fellow hashira, Rengoku and Tengen were playing a hand made card game in the corner. Shinobu was speaking to Ubuyashiki, Gyomei and Muichiro sat in silence beside each other, Mitsuri and Obanai were standing near each other as well. Giyuu was confused in simple terms. He entered the courtyard and was greeted with welcoming smiles from all but two of the hashira and of course one from Ubuyashiki himself.
Another pair of footsteps stomped through the dusty dirt behind Giyuu. Sanemi was yelling like a madman. "Why did my crow tell me this place was under attack!? Where's the attack?" He yelled into the air, Ubuyashiki smiling, almost smugly. "I wanted all the hashira to gather. Some of you refuse my kind invitations so I simply made a fake urgent one." Sanemi cursed under his breath at allowing himself to be tricked.
Giyuu silently followed, looking around. He felt threatened by the prospect of social interaction until his eyes caught on a person with pretty pink hair. At first he thought, that must be Mitsuri, but then he took a closer look. He was almost disgusted by how familiar the form was. Taller than him, standing with a haori that was undoubtedly his from his childhood, was Sabito. Someone he believed he'd never see again, someone he believed dead. Maybe the sun was hurting his head, he was seeing things. But it was him, truly.
He'd recognize the scar from anywhere. The fastened but broken and glued back together fox warding mask in the design that mimicked Sabito's face. It was him.
Giyuu dropped his sword, it thumped against the dirt quietly while he walked away from it, hand reaching out. Mitsuri and Obanai turned their heads, curious. When Giyuu's hand finally landed on the boys shoulder, he turned. Sabito, looking just as shocked as Giyuu did. He was taller than Giyuu now, his pink hair in a messy ponytail and his face was more angular, manlier, older. Giyuu only stared, Sabito only stared. No words. Just recognition.
And then, as if something like a dam broke inside Giyuu, he began to cry. Embarrassingly so, Giyuu broke down. Sabito was quicker though than the tears, wrapping Giyuu in his arms and leaving the mansion in such a hurry that he was sure they seemed to have disappeared. In that privacy behind the walls, Sabito let Giyuu cry. Held him tightly. Giyuu didn't understand what came over him when his fists weakly beat at Sabito's chest, sobbing things like "why are you here", "I thought you died" or the one that broke Sabito most, "You left me".
Sabito pulled Giyuu's face up by his chin and then smoothed a gentle hand over his cheek. "I thought you had died too." He admitted in the quiet of the forest. Giyuu stared into Sabito's eyes, a gentleman grey color that had burned it's way into Giyuu's memory. "During final selection. After I was attacked I had managed to crawl away with someone else stumbling into the fight. I had never found you. I didn't see you at the end, I thought you were gone."
Giyuu almost laughed at the irony. He wondered if Urokodaki knew, if he did, why he didn't say anything. But Giyuu couldn't care less in that warm moment of realization that his Sabito was home, in his arms. It took a while, maybe ten minutes for the two to situate themselves before returning back to the courtyard. This time Giyuu was wearing a rare smile, holding Sabito's arm and talking about his journey to becoming a hashira. Conversation, even after years of not seeing each other flowed almost as easily as Giyuu's water breathing.
He was so focused on his words, on talking more than he ever had since childhood that the other hashira staring at him did not even register. Rengoku stopped in front of them with Tengen, his voice high and proud as it always was. "Tomioka! I did not realize that you and Sabito were friends!" His hands were gripped to his hips, a smile on his face while Tengen's head rested on top of his own. Tengen's smirk was teasing but not too rude. "Never took you for the 'having friends' type."
Rengoku smacked Tengen on the top of the head for his disrepectful remark and Tengen only pouted in response.
Giyuu did not know much of what to say or do in the situation. He simply mumbled a response so quiet only Sabito heard. Sabito repeated it back to them. "Tomioka and I have known each other since childhood. We trained together for final selection." Rengoku laughed loudly, Tengen moving to lean on him. "Since childhood huh? Interesting."
Mitsuri was pointing at them, excited and whispered to Obanai. "Iguro! We should go say hi! I didn't know those two knew each other." But Obanai advised against it, scowling at the sight. Sanemi didn't care much, rolling his eyes at everyone acting as if it was such a big deal.
Woah, Giyuu is talking to someone. I'm gonna pee my fucking pants.
Sanemi folded his arms in disapproval. Shinobu remained in her place, watching them but refusing to approach. She didn't like the prospect of the two, though she couldn't understand why in the deepness of her gut.
I didn't know Tomioka was close with anyone.
Those words played in her mind over and over as she picked apart her brain, trying to figure out why she didn't like it nor why she didn't enjoy the sight of Giyuu's smile. Gyomei stood, offering Giyuu and Sabito a warm hello. His hands pressed together tightly as tears began to stream down his face. "Tomioka. You having a friend makes me so happy. I was afraid you'd get too lonely one day." Gyomei spoke softly in the small group of hashira.
Muichiro looked on with interest. The sight was so abnormal that he couldn't help it. Seeing someone normally so closed off and quiet, someone like Giyuu, smiling and clinging to another's arm? Muichiro could only look up at the sky with a sigh.
Why don't I have any friends like that?
It was the first gathering in a long time that Giyuu was purely thankful he had attended, even if he had gone under false circumstances. He didn't mind being lied to. Not this time. Because it had led him back to the most important person he had lost. Well, maybe right next to his sister. Maybe, if he wished hard enough, his sister would be alive too.
Sabito walked Giyuu home that night, holding hands, close. Giyuu whispered to him, "Does Urokodaki know your alive?" Sabito seemed shocked by the fact that was even a thought. "Of course he knows." Giyuu's brow couldn't help but twitch at the news.
"He didn't tell me anything." His gaze was drawn to the stars. Wishing upon a shooting star must be a true way to achieve wishes, if Sabito had come back to him because of the countless times he'd laid by his window and wished. Sabito shrugged when they arrived at Giyuu's door. "I don't know why he might have kept it secret."
Giyuu's home felt awfully cold so when Sabito turned to leave, and he witnessed the reluctant stride in his steps? Giyuu for the millionth time that day, couldn't help himself.
Well, there's that! I liked this one quite a bit, I think the idea was just so cute and I'm so happy I had finally gotten some requests. If you have anymore, let me know and I'd be happy to make them reality!
(Should I make a part two where they kiss? Perhaps some Lemon?)
"Tsukihiko, you look a little pale. Are you sick?" And in a few very short moments, Muzan was plummeted into the depths of his past. It's the Heian period, an ancient era compared to the romantic but stubborn time of the 1920's Taisho era. Muzan is in bed, sick, coughing up his lungs and begging whatever other being out there to please end him.
All his body is able to do is lay there, limp, cold and lifeless. If somehow he is able to move, it is with great strain. The burning ache in his lungs and the firm, sharp pull on his muscles, well. It feels like death. Or at least, it felt like what Muzan imagined death would feel like. Servants come and go, family never stays, and he sits in his room alone. "Cures" come and go, more like medicine trying to avoid the inevitable and there was a time when he had finally lost hope in living.
Until he became a demon.
The subject was still a sore spot one thousand years later. Even people with no knowledge of Muzan's past, the simple statement "You look pale" or "You look sick" set off a chain reaction in his body that busted out his veins in the form of white hot rage. He'd killed hundreds for uttering those words. Those disgusting, grotesque, mind shattering words. His wife, Rei, was only worried, truly. She was worried for the man she thought she married. For the human man named Tsukihiko who was a loving husband and father to her and their daughter.
Muzan turned his head to her, this poor, ignorant woman. He shook his head, stood quietly and grabbed her by the throat. "I've always been this pale, sweetheart." A sharp jab of his finger, a long tipped nail entering her veins like a syringe. Demon blood transfusion caused Rei's poor body to bubble up and pop with puss and goo. She couldn't scream past the swelling of her throat. His daughter was in the room beside them and of course she would be next.
Ever since Muzan caught the eye of the boy with the hanafuda earrings, a demon slayer no doubt, he knew his cover had been blown. Tokyo wasn't safe for him to hide anymore. The streets knew his face and Tanjiro knew his name. His real name. So his family would have to go and soon he would leave the area.
Rei's body was limp against the pale nilla of the wall. He crouched, dragging a cold hand across her cheek, her blown open neck and then her chest, slow, admiring, wondering if he should leave her slop of a body to rot on the carpet or to consume her. He decided to leave her. For dramatic affect if nothing else, a warning. He stood, and walked out of their shared bedroom to his daughters room. She was done with quick. He didn't enjoy the slow deaths of young children as much as he did adults. Adults were larger, broader, their bodies with so many more bones. It could contort in so many separate ways. In so many ways his own body had refused to accommodate when he was human. He loved the play puppets with them, to experiment, to see what the body was capable of, what he may have been capable of.
It was beautiful.
Muzan was standing outside of the apartment now. The streets were bustling and he could only dream of the symphony that would be the screams of the person who would find his wives body. He looked at his hands, dry and freshly cleaned. A short click of his tongue and he was reaching into his pocket, fetching a small bottle of hand cream. He rubbed it around his fingers, keeping them full of color and warmth.
He really wasn't that pale.
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Here is this grotesque little short on Mr. Muzan Kibutsuji. A very interesting villain in my opinion and I deeply enjoy his character. So here's to him!
Two men, one woman, Paris. She's an opera singer, one has to kill her, the other wants to eat her. Which one should she choose? And yes, she must choose one.
Here's some food for thought ꒷꒦✧˖°🫀⋆｡𖦹꒷꒦
He ate a carefully prepared meal, a nice white porcelain plate with hearty red meet and white rice. It was mixed into a vermillion wonder, looking so delectable, so perfect. Each bite was a dance for the senses, and he simply thought to himself, people make cannibalism look so messy.
His meal was compiled of a liver, heart and a bit of the brain. Cooked with juices and spices, perfectly served into a lovely extravaganza. As he eats he watches her. Longing for her. She's singing on the fitful stage of opera. Her voice, he can imagine how good her throat must taste. How soft her skin would be to chew, how squishy those pretty brown eyes would be. Easy to stab a fork into he was sure. His one love, his one perfect love and he needed her so badly. To consume her would be of the utmost honor.
To him, that consumption would mean the most beautiful form of love. Pure, and perfect. He imagined it, his legs squeezed together in his seat, the excitement evident in his eyes. When she was done singing, he met her back stage, held her against the wall, kissed her slowly, tenderly, like she was the most precious thing in the world. When she looked up at him he felt his heart jump in fourteen different directions.
"You are so beautiful my darling."
She's walking home and she hears something behind her. Creaking, scratching. It's eerie, the calls of metal wanting her to slow down. It takes a moment but she sees a man in the darkness, the glint of something cold. She runs and soon she believes she's finally lost him. Breathing heavily in her modest dress, hands on her covered knees and she hears it again, the creaking, the scratching, the tapping of a cane on cobblestone. She runs again, repeatedly until she can run no more.
When she falls she is caught by a man shorter than her. Blonde. He helps her up, holds her firm. A cane in one hand and a knife in the other. She stares, terrified. He throws her against the rocks, one clean hit and she's out. Now he's lifting her body off the stone, his leg, prosthetic, creaking violently under the weight. It's a birdcage model, the best of the time.
He walks with her, admiring her, thinking of how she will die by his hand and when he stares at the pretty blonde of her hair, he almost doesn't want to go through with the act. He pulls down her dress, covering her knees again where the cloth had ridden up. Whether he kill her not, to expose a woman so would be distasteful for any man to do.
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One is an assassin apart of a series of gangs in Paris and one runs an underground secret society, cult like organization of cannibals obsessed with young women purity. It's a very complex idea but I think, with the right touches, it could be rather interesting. Tell me your thoughts!
Habromania = Delusions of happiness IoW. = Real life
I have loved my little pony for as long as I can remember and I wanna write something grim but based off of it so here's this. Habromania. Human Pinkie Pie.
Subway stations get loudest at night, that's when it can actually be heard. The silence of the night sky allows the stations to be heard in full authenticity. Without anything from the outside blocking it's path of perception. In all other words, they reminded her of noise canceling headphones. The music blared into her ears, Gummy in her arms as she walked onto a train.
She had no idea where she was going but it would be far from her family. Not to say she didn't love them but it was an everlasting depression on the rock farm. Her jaw hurt from last nights dinner and her curls had began to poof up against her ears again. They itched, made the sides of her face uncomfortable. Her body wasn't used to her curls not being straight. Regardless, she stared at the city outside the window of the moving train. Everything was tall, gorgeous, bright. It was new. Almost too much, even for her.
She had seen something in the sky just a few days ago, something that made the ground rumble. A sharp rainbow across the sky and with all the hope of teenager who hated her life, chose to follow it like it was a sign from the divine. She could have been anything, a fly or a pony and she would have followed it to the ends of the earth hoping and praying it was a sign that she made the right choice to run away from home. Her hands were a gloomy pink, fingers rusty from work, calloused and rough.
Get it together Pinkamena.
Her headphones kept playing music, straight throughout the train ride and she longed for home but refused to go back. Eventually she'd reached a place separate from the city. A little town that prided itself on a welcoming warm energy. It was all so new and still so bright. So different from the rocks and caves and dirty shoes she had learned and forced herself to love. She knew she needed the change, needed something different.
It took a while for her to become accustomed to the separate life she began to live. She wore her curls out more often, wore brighter colors, baked sweets instead of rocks, jumped around instead of walking, made herself seem big instead of making herself seem so small. Every time she looked in the mirror and didn't recognize herself she forced the thought that this was her. The real her, not the girl her parents had raised. She was herself. The bright colored, exaggerative, perfect human girl she was always supposed to show. The rainbow had led her here, it was where she was meant to be.
But she couldn't tell if that was a lie or if that was the truth. If who she truly was was Pinkamena Diane Pie or if she was simply, Pinkie Pie. Her headphones never stopped playing music but it got quieter the less she listened. The less she focused on solitude and the more she focused on the people around her. Too much time alone and she felt her brain would go numb. She would go crazy. So, as a result she surrounded herself with people. She found Mr. and Mrs. Cake, she found friends but none of them understood her quite the way she understood herself.
Fluttershy was quiet, resigned and though she was sweet, Pinkamena was often too loud for her. Applejack who'd she come to realize was her cousin was always working, she was too practical, too real. Rarity wasn't fond of the carefree way Pinkamena tried to live. Twilight was understanding but she lacked the energy Pinkamena gave. Rainbow Dash was probably the only other person who could match Pinkamena's energy but then again, Rainbow Dash often found Pinkamena too persistent, too annoying. In every home Pinkamena tried to make, she was too much. In this small town, in her home town. Everywhere she went.
So, she remains the same energetic, happy person she believes whole heartedly is who she's meant to be and on rainy days when she for once doesn't feel like leaving her loft, she straightens her hair, turns off the lights, stares out the window and lets the music get loud. Wondering if she truly belongs anywhere at all.
Pinkie Pie is my favorite pony but I realize not a lot of people can actually handle her and that's why a lot of ponies in the show don't actually like her. But she's either really happy, excited and exaggerative or incredibly deflated, rude and petty.
Hey, quit tumblr and writing for a while. People make writing look a lot easier than it is. New years resolution is write more, read more, try more so I will. I might end up taking a year long hiatus again who knows but I don't really care much anymore. But I'd be lying if I said writing is not my passion so, I'm still gonna post as much as I have the will to on here. I haven't written fanfiction in a long time so I hope I'm still (if I was ever) any good.
I'm going to make one about Giyuu and Sabito. (Because their cute and one of my favorite ships)
Survivors guilt was burning his blood from head to toes. He hated it, often times wished he didn't survive at all. Giyuu, known mainly for his rather boring personality, was staying with Urokodaki for a while after barely surviving the fight with Muzan. He'd lost an arm but he had lived, and he was still guilty. So many other that deserved to come out alive, Gyomei with his steadfast fists and heart of gold or maybe Mitsuri who wanted nothing more than to finally be loved. Even Muichiro who was only a child. Giyuu sat silent at the dinner table, Urokodaki across from him serving himself a hearty bowl of stew.
"You have come a long way, Tomioka. Why is it you decided to visit?" Urokodaki spoke around full bites of stew. Strong as the man was, he never had such large meals alone. "Demons are gone. They no longer exist so I no longer have a purpose to fight. So, I came home. We haven't seen each other in a long while." The words were a lot for Giyuu. No more demons, no more fighting, just settling down and living. It might have been easy for someone like Tengen. Three wives, a lot of money, missing a hand but who needs it if you're already set? Urokodaki only smiled, Giyuu could tell by the wrinkle of his cheeks from the sides of Urokodaki's mask.
"Well then welcome home, my boy." Giyuu did not speak, Urokodaki spat line after line about Tanjiro's training, how far Giyuu had went, and then he brought up a small detail. "When Tanjiro was leaving for final selection he looked back and yelled "say hi to Sabito and Makomo for me". I was shocked to say the least."
Giyuu's stew paused right in his mouth, boiling hot and vermillion in color. He hadn't heard his name in a long time. He had never met Makomo though he'd heard stories but Sabito? The mind had forgotten but the heart always remembered. Giyuu's haori had been lost in the battle and with it, the tribute he paid to both Sabito and his sister. Another factor to add to the guilt. Urokodaki caught the expression on Giyuu's face, a short sight follow the setting of the sun. "You cannot simply forget about him, Giyuu."
Giyuu swallowed his bite of stew and set down his still half full bowl. "I'm going to sleep." It was quick, the words and then the silence of an empty room around Urokodaki. Urokodaki was never the type of man to let a bowl be left full but Giyuu was still a kid in his eyes, a hurting child whose stomach was too small to carry it all. So, he stood, packed away the stew and went to sleep.
Giyuu watched the fireflies drift in the air outside of his window. Sabito. The memories flooded in, beat against the walls of his brain begging him to remember, pleading. Giyuu forced them away, winced at the headache. When he tried to sleep, his eyes never shut. When they finally did, the memories resurfaced in his dreams.
He'd remembered it like it was yesterday. Sabito had been alive then, holding his hand and smiling despite the ugliness of the scar pulling away at his lip. His vision was bleary but he could feel the warmth so authentically it was as if he was there. They were on mount Sagiri after training, using it as a type of calm walking trail. It was often used to spend time together and train their lungs for casual strolls through thin air. Giyuu was struggling, his lungs hurting, but Sabito's touch kept him grounded.
"Just a little further Giyuu. We're almost at the bottom." Sabito's voice was that of a boy who was all smiles and work. That, that Giyuu remembered well. It faded and then was replaced, another memory. Giyuu stirred in his sleep.
They were in the forest, lying on their backs laughing like they had been trying to become comedians instead of demon slayers. Sabito turns his head and Giyuu's breath is tacked to his throat. Then the words, they slip out accidentally, too quickly, too real. "You're pretty." Sabito's expression sends Giyuu through a water wheel of emotions. But then he laughs, rolls onto his side and snatches the hair tie from Giyuu's pony tail so the black locks flow smoothly around his neck. "You too."
It fades, changed again, Giyuu stirs, this memory is dull. Almost in black and white. He hears quiet crying at the window of the room his body is sleeping in. Sabito is there, tears falling from his eyes as he stares out the window at the fireflies. Giyuu doesn't move. It was a moment he wished he had. No matter how hard he tried to force his limbs to move, he couldn't change the past, not now, not when it was too late.
The last memory was split, quick and tiresome. Giyuu was at final selection. Sabito was next to him, they were running. Running so fast Giyuu's lungs were burning. He tried to calm them and they wouldn't stop fussing. A demon, large, green and grotesque was following them with large heavy steps. Giyuu did the one thing mount Sagiri had taught him not to. He'd tripped. Fell flat on his face, Urokodaki's warding mask tapped against the grass. Sabito turned, ran towards him and tried to help him up but Giyuu couldnt breathe. The demon stood behind them, large green hand outstretched to Giyuu, wanting him but before it could grab him, Sabito had cut off it's fingers.
Giyuu thrashed in his sleep now, wanting to wake up but his body refused. It forced him to remember. Remember Sabito telling him to run, pushing him down the hill. Giyuu refused, he climbed the hill again. But all he witnessed was Sabito's jump, and the demon's hand flying out. And Sabito's head was crushed. It hard for him to face what final selection was like after. How he'd really passed by hiding in a cave with Sabito's body. Headless, crying the most he ever had in his whole life.
Giyuu shot up, clutching his blankets, tears falling from his eyes. The sight in front of him? Sabito. Sitting there so calmly appearing older now. Giyuu was frozen, he had to be still dreaming, simple had to be. When neither of them spoke Sabito scoffed quietly. "What? Nothing? No tears, no "oh my gosh he's here!" or anything?" His voice was deeper, manlier. Giyuu stared another moment before speaking. "You- how!?"
"Sh sh sh sh. Tomioka. Shut up." And Giyuu's mouth shut instantly like it always had when Sabito was alive. But then he spoke again, "Wait how are you going to tell me to say something and then get mad when I say something, that doesn't-" Sabito pressed a finger to Giyuu's mouth. The finger felt cold, dead but it was real. "I'm still very much dead." Sabito clarified. "But thanks to Tanjiro slaying that demon, our souls are free. Makomo already moved on but I had some unfinished business still."
Attempting to wrap his head around what he was seeing, he pressed his hands to Sabito's cheeks, soft and gentle, almost as if his hands pressed any harder Sabito would crumble into bits. "Unfinished business? What business?" Sabito took Giyuu's hands from his face and kissed his knuckles with all the gentleness of a lover. "I had to see you again. I hadn't gotten to say goodbye." In mere moments Giyuu was crushed, silent and resigned. Sabito stood up and walked over to the window. "You used to smile so much more, Tomioka. It was the most beautiful thing about you."
"You don't get to say that." Giyuu spoke, pushing beyond the tears in his eyes. He knew he couldn't blame Sabito for dying but he could blame himself for living. "Does this not mean anything to you!?" Giyuu stood up onto his feet. "The fact that I'm standing here and your not? It should've been me. I should have died that day, you died because of me! If I hadn't fucking tripped you would still be-" The words died as a sharp slap connected with Giyuu's cheek. It stung but it was comforting because it was just as real as the kiss.
Sabito spoke, not yelled, just a calm but stern tone. "You don't get to be guilty that I chose to save you. That's not fair. Let the earth explode into a million bits and the past will have stayed the same. Giyuu, you have to live. If not for yourself then for me. You cannot simply give up because you believe there are people better than you who have died. Those people died so you could live, I died so you could live, so do not disrespect me by wishing for your death!"
Sabito's hand were gripping Giyuu's shoulders, so real. Giyuu felt the tears fall, he hadn't cried in a long time. They sat there together for the rest of the night. Giyuu spoke to Sabito all the things he had been too afraid to say when Sabito was alive. Sabito only validated him, dropped the occasional joke. It was as if they were there together again. When the sun began to rise Sabito made a promise. "In the next life, Tomioka, I'll find you and we can do this again. Every night like we used to." Giyuu only laughed at the prospect. "Do not make promises you cannot keep, it is foolish."
"No, but I will keep it. I have never met anyone quite as special as you Tomioka." Sabito stood and Giyuu did too. "Are you leaving?" Sabito looked back, a soft smile on his face. He wanted to give Giyuu, if anything at all, some semblance of peace. "I don't blame you for what happened to me. I never have and I never will okay?" Giyuu nodded. Simple, disappointed. Sabito walked over, held Giyuu's head up and kissed him. Short, sweet. "Promise me, you will live, Tomioka."
"I promise." The words drifted in the air quietly. And then Sabito said one last thing. "Until next time?" And Giyuu caught himself smiling.
"Until next time."
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The week had passed and Giyuu decided he'd travel a bit. Without an arm and without a family, he'd wanted to see the world a bit. Before he left Urokodaki handed him a haori. It was Sabito's. A replica, a spare. Sabito always had a spare of everything he owned. Giyuu held his gently in his hands and smiled at how it was still warm. "Are you going to be okay? You know you can stay with me as long as you need."
"I'll be alright. Thank you." And he was off. Urokodaki hoped Giyuu was being honest. That when he heard Giyuu talking to himself through the night, he had only be dreaming.
HELP IM SO SORRY I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TUMBLR WORKS SO I HAVE TO KEEP ON SENDING YOU MESSAGES I GENUINELY APOLOGISE.. (im the one who sent the anonymous messages) and you are not late at all i sent those messages like a few days ago!!
i would love love love it if you continued that story because i love your writing style SO MUCH but please dont force yourself, im glad you are back g!! take it easy 👍
Ughh you are so sweet so in honor of lil ol you heres this until chapter two is finished!!!!
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Disclaimers and desc :
Crafty swordsmiths occupy a hidden village deep in the forest out of sight, hidden from all those who don't inhabit it. The swordsmiths here work hard to provide demon slayers with unique and special weapons. While the men live in the village, forging and crafting night and day, the wives and children reside in another village not too far from the ladder. Swordsmiths are allowed home occasionally to check up on their wives and spend a bit of time with their children. Both Tanjiro and Inosuke, two demon slayers who both have equally unique swords as the Hashira, have two talented swordsmiths who work until their fingers become numb. Hotaru Haganezuka and Kozo Kanamori. While Haganezuka stays in his forging room most days, closed off and shut away from most people, Kanamori is a bright and open man married to a lovely woman. Or at least Haganezuka thought they were happily married until Kanamori knocked on his door with tears trickling down his cheeks.
TW: mentions of self harm, suicide, divorce, smut among other things. This is a ship that I feel like people don't really know about Haganezuka x Kanamori Also if you are uncomfortable with age gaps consider if an 11 year age gap is uncomfortable to. I mind you however that both these characters are and will be CONSENTING ADULTS but if the age gap still bothers you, you don't have to read. Anyway Enjoy. (Also Kotetsu is like their child :)
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Kanamori stepped out of the shower, enveloped with the scented tingling of warmth as he turned toward the mirror, his hair wet and stringy.
The sun had barely risen and there laid a hefty fog that covered the dirt paths and rocks. Kanamori woke up early every morning, showered, did his hair, put on a light face of makeup, got dressed, and soon left for a long day of hard work. It was a routine he was all so used to he did it without even thinking some days.
Kanamori was looking forward to seeing his darling wife, En, during his break. Since En was a woman she lived in a village rather far from the swordsmith's hidden sanctuary. That village held the women and children of the swordsmith's keeping them completely separate from one another.
Swordsmiths had certain times and specific days that they had breaks and they rarely ever had holidays off. They had to be willing to drop everything, including their family, for an emergency back at the village. It made it increasingly difficult that the only way to get between the villages was by foot. Kanamori hadn't seen his wife in months and he truly missed her.
Kanamori also had the reputation of the most wonderful husband in the swordsmith village. Him and En were rumored to be the perfect couple. So perfect that they fell in love at first sight and Kanamori couldn't help but boast about how beautiful and amazing she was. Rather it be at cooking or at cuddling or even at scolding, she was beautiful through it all. That was all Kanamori could think of as he got dressed for the day.
When he was finally ready however, his mind cleared and he was ready to enter his focused zone. Inosuke had recently snapped his swords while fighting a demon. The demon apparently had the ability to cut through a nichirin sword. Kanamori was horrified when he heard that there was demon that existed that was made of blades.
As Kanamori stepped out of his small two room apartment, provided to him by Tecchin as were all the other workers, he was faced with many more groggy swordsmiths trudging on to their work stations. He joined the miserable line with a smile that clashed against all the others tired frowns. Now don't be mistaken, these men love their jobs! It's just the fact that they were all awake by four am every morning. Some choosing to wake up even earlier.
Nonetheless, Kanamori made it to his workspace and got straight to it. Hours passed and finally Kanamori was halfway completed with Inosuke's blades. He stared and the shining blades in awe, admiring his own craftwork. As Kanamori admired them he couldn't help but wince at the harsh treatment they were going to endure once handed over to boar boy himself. He then laid one on the ground, the other sword still on the table.
Now for the painful part.. Kanamori thought. He picked up a rock and began smashing the blade multiple times, wincing with each hit. In the end he created the perfect blade for Inosuke. The teeth that had been forced into the metal were always a necessity though it was Kanamori's least favorite part of his job.
Later that day, just before he was let off for break, he decided to visit the swordsmith village's least favorite man, Hotaru Haganezuka. Why? Because Kanamori wanted to. Kanamori, though he still found Haganezuka incredibly annoying, was just as warm and kind to him as he was to everyone else though they fought a lot more. And the insults they used were never pretty...
Kanamori knocked on the man's door and then walked inside. Haganezuka had his own small shack for his work so that he remains focused through it all, though nobody could break his focus if they tried anyway. Unless they tickled him. Which nobody dared to even think other then Tecchin, Kotetsu, and Kanamori himself.
Haganezuka was looking at a blade he had just completed when Kanamori entered the room. Haganezuka looked up from his craft. "What do you want?" He asked in his usual raspy voice. "I'm just checking up on you before I go on break." Kanamori replied. He walked over to a chair and sat down, his hands on his knees. "Okay. You've seen me. Now leave. I can't have any distractions." Haganezuka turned back to his craft but stopped when Kanamori didn't leave.
Kanamori didn't leave when Haganezuka turned back to his blades. Instead Kanamori watched and spoke as if Haganezuka hadn't said a thing. Kanamori had always done this. Since the very day they met each other. When Kanamori first met Haganezuka he was shocked by his attitude. Haganezuka however at the younger age of nineteen was just as stubborn as Kanamori himself.
Kanamori would go out of his way to sit with Haganezuka and talk to him, knowing nobody else would. Kanamori brought Haganezuka his favorite meal every day and even made carefully crafted flower crowns to compliment Haganezuka's "beautiful features" as Kanamori claimed. He never said that to his face though... He's done it so often that it had become a routine, though Haganezuka still opposed it every time. Haganezuka never had anybody to really chat with and he acted like that was perfectly fine with him. Silence and solitude was his way to live or so to speak.
Kanamori found out later down the road however that Haganezuka was just a really lonely man who felt he had no chance at friends so he didn't bother. During these talk sessions, though it would mainly be Kanamori talking, he found that when Haganezuka was listening to something it was rather easy to tell what he thought based on his answers. Kanamori did just that as he sat there watching Haganezuka work. "Which slayers are you making blades for?" Kanamori asked quietly, his hands pressed on his lap.
"Tsuguko." Haganezuka replied.
"Who's tsuguko?"
"Serpent Hashira."
"That's nice."
"Mhm.."
"Your craft work has gotten better lately. I'm impressed."
"Thanks..."
"You're welcome! Your swords just keep getting better, as expected out of you."
"m-mhm..."
Kanamori continued smiling behind his mask. A method of teasing the two shared. Haganezuka couldn't handle compliments, he'd shrink down and become quieter. He'd shy away from them most times. It was something Kanamori enjoyed watching and that annoyed Haganezuka to the core. "You've always been skilled in both blade making and dedication. Something other people just couldn't understand." Kanamori leaned back and pressed his body against the wall.
His words weren't necessarily made to be sincere compliments. They were made to get a reaction from Haganezuka. This usually worked and Kanamori would manage to strike up a bearable conversation. However, the last sentence he spoke erupted in a feeling of deja vu inside Haganezuka.
Haganezuka froze. This caught him off guard. Haganezuka hated recalling his past and he remembered all to well how his teenage years had been. Haganezuka was about seventeen and sitting along a bridge staring at the canal under his feet. A bit away was a group of other people his age all wearing the same color masks as he. They were gossiping and playing jokes on one another. Haganezuka looked toward them and felt an ache in his stomach.
He was scared. To scared to approach them and say hi. He already grew a reputation of a complete loner. Suddenly, he heard small footsteps next to him. When he looked up he saw a small boy. Kanamori. He was six at the time yet he spoke a lot clearer than the other children his age. Haganezuka groaned at the sight of the kid. He sometimes felt like Kanamori was stalking him. Whenever he was alone Kanamori would pop out of a bush with his favorite snack.
That time was no different. Kanamori sat next to Haganezuka and set down a plate of mitarashi dango. Haganezuka side eyed Kanamori and sighed angrily before picking up the plate and munching on its contents. "Why don't you say hi to them?" Kanamori asked in a small voice.
"Because." Haganezuka answered. Not really an answer at all. Kanamori huffed. "Come on Haganezuka! You can't keep sitting in this exact same spot everyday eyeing a group of other teenagers and then complain about the fact that you didn't say hi." Kanamori looked at Haganezuka with an eager expression.
Since Kanamori was younger and not yet taken the role of a swordsmith, he didn't feel he needed to wear a red mask. Though many have told him it is important, he claimed that he'd never wear one until he began to make swords himself. Because of this his face remained uncovered and his perfectly thin eyes stared into the large eyes of Haganezuka's mask.
"No way! Now shut up or leave me alone." Haganezuka yelled and Kanamori sighed. "Come on. I'll bribe you with mitarashi dango if I have to." Kanamori yelled, taking the plate out of Haganezuka's hands. Haganezuka scoffed and snatched the plate back holding it high in the air, out of reach of Kanamori. "As if I would ever get bribed by somebody like you."
Kanamori huffed and stomped back into the bush he popped out of. Haganezuka sighed a breath of relief. That was before he was hit with a rock. "Ow! KANAMORI!?"
Kanamori laughed and tilted his head. "You just have a kind of dedication that they don't understand is all." Kanamori smiled as if he didn't just assault Haganezuka with a rock to his head. Haganezuka stared at him for a few moments before chasing after him and throwing him into the river current for hitting him with a rock. Kanamori had always been a weak swimmer though...
Haganezuka recalled the memory. Kanamori was a rather bratty kid. It annoyed Haganezuka more that Kanamori was as sweet as sugar with everybody else besides him during the time. When Haganezuka looked up to say something, Kanamori was gone. The stool he was sitting on was empty and Haganezuka sighed.
Finally. Peace. Haganezuka thought, but as he started working again the silence slowly became unbearable. His heart felt colder than normal and he found it hard to focus. Almost like an emptiness had washed over him. Haganezuka looked at the door which was wide open. Come back..
Kanamori rushed down the dirt paths to the gate of the hidden village. The heat was unbearable yet he was feeling strangely happy. Kanamori waved and nodded at everyone he passed by. They all did the same. Kanamori picked up some litter as he walked at a speedy pace and even stopped to buy some bread and flowers for his wife. Walnut bread, her favorite kind.
He recalled when they first met. She was from a village rather from the ladder. Kanamori was delivering a finished blade to a slayer he used to forge for and he had to pass through that village in order to get to his destination. As he was passing through he decided to stop for tea. When he did, he saw the woman working at the small tea shop and fell in love with her at first sight. She did as well. The two promised to keep in touch and now, he was married to very same woman. He was so happy that they had met that day.
Kanamori had left the village and walked down a dirt path that took him down deep into the forest. The lush greens and limes were all something Kanamori always appreciated. He loved to take forest walks. Especially in thick jungle. This forest however wasn't to long. As soon as he entered he left it in about twenty minutes of walking, following a what was essentially a desire line with many twists and turns. When he left the forest he stopped for water at a freshwater bank and continued on for maybe twenty more minutes.
His legs were tired and he was sweaty but he was determined. He smiled brightly when he finally reached the kazoku village that held all the women and children of the swordsmiths. As Kanamori entered through the gates and walked through the streets he felt a rush of serotonin set as he saw his small little house. As he walked he was waved down by many little girls and boys.
"Welcome back Kanamori-san!" "How's work back at the village?" "Can we play ball later?" All the little children loved him. They all drowned him in questions and requests. He laughed and kneeled down to the group as the mothers blushed behind their okame masks and smiled at how kind and gentle he was. "I'm happy to be back. Work is going well! Swords being made. And yes Tokoishi. We can play ball later." Kanamori laughed as the children held his hands cheering.
The mothers walked over, three beautiful women. One took her child's hand and bowed her head. Another told her child to go on home as she followed and the last one, the mother of Tokoishi laughed as she picked up the boy. Kanamori smiled and gave the boy a pat on the head and kissed his mothers hand with the mouth of his mask. "It's nice to see you again Yoko!" Kanamori smiled and let down her hand.
Yoko bowed her head, her long brunette hair was tied into a tight bun and covered with a yellow headscarf. "I'm glad to see you as well! I was scared you were going to leave me forever." She spoke with a sad tone. "Oh you know I would never.." Kanamori tilted his head down even though Yoko was (A lot) taller than himself. Yoko was around Haganezuka's age. In her mid to late thirties though she looked much younger than most of the rest under the large white cheeks of her mask. She was close to both Haganezuka and Kanamori. So much so that Kanamori considered her a sister.
She walked with him, holding her boy in her arms as they caught up with each other on things they missed. "Yeah! And then I told Sakura, 'Bitch, you really cannot say that I'M the messed up one here when YOU were the one who told Yoshito to do it in the first place.' I was livid Kozo. Livid. Then she had the audacity to hit me!" Yoko rambled on as Kanamori listened in shock.
"What did you do about it?" Kanamori asked. "Oh. I bit her and stole her wedding ring, threw it in the lake forever to be lost at sea." Yoko laughed and Kanamori stared in awe. "Jeez..You're evil." Kanamori stared ahead, lifting off his mask and revealing his face.
"Me!? Evil. How dare." Yoko laughed as they arrived at Kanamori's door step. "Well I guess this is where I leave you." Kanamori turned around and hugged both Yoko and Tokoishi. "Yeah I suppose. Tell your wife I said hi!" Yoko gave off the aura of a bright smile before turning and walking back the way she had came. Kanamori nodded in her direction and then opened the door. He walked inside and the familiar smell of candle wax slapped him brutally in the face. Kanamori closed the door and sighed.
En had always been somebody who loved using candles. Even in the middle of the day. Kanamori set his mask, walnut bread, and the flowers he had bought for his wife onto the counter and took a large breath. He walked up the steeper stairs and into their bedroom. In him and his wife's bed was the woman herself. She hadn't wrapped herself in anything but blankets, and her hair was loose and free. She snored quietly and Kanamori smiled. He walked over and kneeled down kissing her cheek gently.
"Hey honey..." He whispered as she groaned. She immediately shot up at the sight of him and the blanket fell to her waist and as stated before, she was covered with nothing but that very blanket. Kanamori gasped and slammed his head onto the bed while En covered herself with a laugh. After all these years of being married, the sight of En's body still gave him a shocked tingle. While his head was down, En kissed the back of it. "Welcome home darling..." She mumbled.
She honestly didn't sound to pleased though.
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So I honestly find this first chapter a bit boring just because this is meant to be the introduction so yeah. The story will be sad but it WILL have a happy ending I promise!
Anywho I'll see how long it takes for chapter two and after each chapter is complete I'll just post them on here. I also really appreciate you for reaching out because it makes me feel so good about my writing knowing that at least one person is reading and enjoying it.
There will of course be small snippets of other kinds of writing while Chapter two is in the works and if you have any requests you'd like me to do. I would ne more than happy to do them!!!
hey im the one from earlier, i literally scrolled a bit and found out you said you werent going to publish it until its fully finished- sorry im so blind have a good day/night
UGHHHH I have no idea when you asked this and I'm so sorry if this is so late! I've been working on a lot of things with myself and my stories so I haven't posted in months. That story has been a bit of a hiatus however!!!!! If you are still interested in reading it, I'd be happy to continue it and post it on my tumblr instead!
Also I guess this means i'm back now lol. I need to get back into the writing bizz anywho!
I entered for an AO3 account because me and my friend want to post our ridiculously made fanfiction on there. And I mean ridiculous. We have four chapters written on a fanfiction that ships and features a crossover between two entirely different things. It's weird and crazy but it's fun.
