Synopsis: As the Ice Hashira, you’ve always trusted your instincts, a gift that has never been wrong. But when Kyojuro Rengoku, your beloved, is sent on a dangerous mission aboard the Mugen Train, a foreboding sense of loss weighs heavy on your heart. Despite your pleas and an intuition you can't ignore, Rengoku remains resolute in his duty. Now, with a bitter farewell and a heart full of unspoken fears, you must face the chilling reality that even love and intuition may not be enough to alter fate.
The air was crisp, the sun just beginning its descent beyond the horizon. The quiet breeze whispered through the trees, carrying with it the scent of autumn as you sat with Kyojuro Rengoku by the edge of the training grounds. His ever-optimistic smile lit up his face as he gazed at the sky. You, the Ice Hashira, sat beside him, your expression as stoic as ever, but your heart was weighed down with a sense of unease that had been creeping in for days.
Kyojuro broke the comfortable silence, his voice filled with excitement, "I've been assigned a mission, a rather important one involving a strange occurrence on the Mugen Train. I leave in a few days."
You turned to him, your icy eyes narrowing slightly as a familiar feeling settled into the pit of your stomach—a feeling you had come to dread. It was that intuition of yours, the one that had never been wrong before. The one that had saved your life, and the lives of others, countless times. And now, it was telling you something you didn’t want to hear.
"Kyojuro," you began, your voice as calm and measured as always, "I have a bad feeling about this mission. You shouldn’t go."
He chuckled softly, brushing off your concern with his usual enthusiasm. "Don’t worry! I’ve faced many dangerous missions before, and this one is no different! I’ll come back in one piece, I promise." His tone was filled with that unshakable confidence you had come to love.
But as much as he tried to reassure you, you could see something flicker in his amber eyes—something fleeting but undeniable. He knew. Deep down, he knew your intuition had never been wrong. And that scared him, even if he didn’t show it.
"Kyojuro," you repeated, your hand instinctively reaching for his. It was rare for you to initiate such contact, but the gravity of the situation compelled you. "Please… I can’t shake this feeling."
He squeezed your hand, his touch warm against your cool skin. "I’ll be careful, my love. But I have to go. It’s my duty." His voice was softer now, the bravado giving way to something more serious, more intimate. He knew how much this worried you, but duty was something neither of you could turn your backs on.
You could say nothing more. He had made up his mind, and you respected that about him, even if it broke your heart.
That night, you couldn’t sleep. The weight of your premonition hung over you like a cloud, and you found yourself standing outside under the pale moonlight, lost in thought. The next morning, you sought out Kagaya Ubuyashiki. You entered his quiet chambers, your usual calm exterior hiding the turmoil within.
"Master Ubuyashiki," you greeted, bowing slightly.
He smiled warmly at you, as he always did. "Ah, Ice Hashira. What brings you here today?"
You hesitated, carefully choosing your words. "I… wish to accompany Rengoku on his mission. I feel that my skills may be of use." It was a half-truth, and you knew that Ubuyashiki, with his unparalleled insight, could see right through you.
Ubuyashiki’s smile softened, his pale eyes gazing at you with understanding. "You have never asked to join a mission like this before. Why now?"
You felt your chest tighten. You couldn’t tell him the full extent of your feelings without sounding irrational, but you also knew you couldn’t lie to him. "I just… I want to be out in the field again," you said, your words evasive.
His smile remained gentle, though it was tinged with something akin to sympathy. "You care deeply for Rengoku, don’t you?"
You looked away, unable to meet his gaze as you felt the truth of his words sink into you. "Yes," you admitted, voice barely above a whisper.
"It’s a beautiful thing," Ubuyashiki said, "to care for someone so deeply. You have come so far from the cold, distant person you once were. I am proud of you for opening your heart. But, as much as I understand your desire to protect him, this is Rengoku’s path. His fate is his own, and it is not for us to change."
His words, though spoken with kindness, felt like daggers to your heart. You wanted to argue, to demand that you be allowed to go, but you knew it would be in vain. Ubuyashiki was right, even if you didn’t want to accept it.
With a heavy heart, you left his chambers. As you made your way back home, the overwhelming sorrow you had been trying to keep at bay finally broke through. Tears fell silently down your cheeks, and as they did, the air around you grew colder, the moisture in the air crystallizing into delicate snowflakes that began to fall gently from the sky.
You stood in the middle of the snow, letting the coldness wash over you, but even that couldn’t numb the pain you felt.
It wasn’t long before you sensed Kyojuro’s presence approaching. He came running, his usual cheerful demeanor replaced with concern. He knew what the snowfall meant—it always snowed when you were in deep sorrow.
"My love," he called softly, reaching you as the snow continued to fall around both of you. He pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as you stood there, shaking.
You buried your face into his chest, your tears soaking into his uniform. "Don’t go," you whispered, your voice breaking. "Please… don’t go on this mission."
Kyojuro held you tighter, his hands trembling slightly, a rare display of his own vulnerability. He rested his chin on top of your head, his breath warm against your cold skin. "I can’t," he murmured. "I have to go."
You clung to him, knowing deep down that no matter how much you pleaded, it wouldn’t change anything. You hated that part of him, the part that was so bound to duty. But you also loved it because it was who he was—a man of honor, of unshakable resolve.
"I can’t lose you," you whispered, your voice breaking again.
Kyojuro pulled back slightly, cupping your face in his hands. His thumbs brushed away your tears, though new ones quickly replaced them. "You won’t lose me," he said, his voice full of that familiar confidence. "No matter what happens, I will always be with you. My flame will burn bright, even in the darkest of times."
You didn’t respond, couldn’t respond, as the lump in your throat grew. All you could do was hold onto him, trying to memorize the feel of his warmth, the sound of his heartbeat, the scent of his hair, everything about him that you loved.
The next few days were a blur of emotions. You and Kyojuro spent every waking moment together, both of you knowing that time was slipping away too quickly. You trained together, ate together, talked late into the night, and for the first time, you allowed yourself to truly be vulnerable with him. It was bittersweet—these moments of closeness you had always craved, now tainted with the knowledge of the impending separation.
The morning of his departure came all too soon. The sun had barely risen, casting a pale golden glow over the land as you stood at the entrance of your home, watching as Kyojuro gathered his things.
He turned to you, smiling that same bright smile that made your heart ache. "I’ll be back before you know it," he said, his voice full of that familiar optimism.
You couldn’t smile back. Instead, you stepped forward, wrapping your arms around him one last time, holding him as if your life depended on it. He hugged you back just as tightly, his own tears finally spilling over.
"I love you," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.
"I love you too," he replied, his voice cracking. He pulled back just enough to press his lips to yours, the kiss slow, lingering, filled with all the unspoken fears and emotions you both held inside. It was a kiss you never wanted to end, but eventually, you had to let go.
As Kyojuro stepped back, he gave you one last look—one filled with love, sorrow, and a glimmer of hope. Then, with one final smile, he turned and walked away.
You watched him until he disappeared into the distance, the weight of your premonition settling in your chest like ice.
And as the first few snowflakes began to fall again, you stood there alone, silently praying that, for once, your intuition would be wrong.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
Yuna is still in the final selection to become part of the Demon Slayer Corps, while Kyojuro Rengoku tries to uncover more about his student's past. However, breaking news complicates all of his plans
New chapter of Echoes of Shadows available on AO3! Link and follow ;)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
SUMMARY:
The training with the Wind Hashira ended in the worst possible way: not only did Yuna break a wooden katana over Sanemi's face, but she also destroyed Tomioka's Nichirin sword and raised his suspicions. In an attempt to make up for that disaster (and escape Sanemi for a few days), Giyu Tomioka and Yuna Okamoto find themselves in the Swordsmith Village, where Giyu will learn the story of the aspiring demon slayer entrusted to Kyojuro Rengoku.
Mitsuri: Sorry I'm late to the meeting. I've been doing things.
Obanai, coming in with an unbuttoned uniform: I got caught up doing things too.
Kyojuro: Wow, Kanroji was late too! What a coincidence!
After the final battles, sanemi often visit kiriya and his siblings after visting his family's grave. Giving them ohagi, asking their well being etc.
And there's always a place he often visit. His sparring place when he was a hashira. The place where he, iguro and muichiro often practicing their sword's skill, giving each other feedback, talking about their ordinary days etc.
He didn't picking up a sword anymore. His hand gradually become weak, but he noticed he love to stay there, as if he was waiting for the two to practice again.
"iguro, you are always late, but u really have a nerve to complain, huh. "
"muichiro, your skill are gradually increase. I envy you. Amazing"
Everytime he visit, he put some flowers in front of the wooden stairs there, and sit for a while.
'guys, when will we practice again? It's been a while.' he said in a low voice, smiling and hoping that the two will be happy in whenever they are now.
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