#oyakata-sama

[demonking-muzankibutsuji]

That damn Ubuyashiki...

[tamarahtalkstv]

Muzan And Kagaya Might Not Like Each Other As Cousins Too Much, But Rui And The Quintuplets Definitely Do.

The Adults May Fight, But Not The Kids.

Muzan And Kagaya Don’t Like Each Other, But For Their Babies They Can Put Their Differences Aside Momentarily.

[whyisnicole]

To Be Human - Chapter 8

Chapter 8 is here! I am so sorry it took so long </3 It's been an absolutely insane time right now but I truly hope you're enjoying :,)

As always, Please heed the WARNINGS! Drop a comment and say hello, I would love to connect and see how you're enjoying the fic so far! Not Beta'd so sorry :,,)

Synopsis:

“Hey, look at me, look at me!” Sanemi calls, firmly yet carefully clasping his hands to the sides of your face, begging your wavering attention to find focus within his resolve.

Tears leak from your eyes, your gaze fluttering to the walls around you, finding focus on the body of a bloodied slayer splayed across the ground.

“Hey!” You hear Sanemi’s brash call, his hands closing on your cheeks, softly shaking you back into the present. Your mind is still dazed with grief.

“Focus!” He pleads, “When you’re here you can’t do this, you’re gonna get yourself killed, you hear me?” He screams, desperation leaking from his solid stupor.

“Caring makes you weak,” Sanemi scolds, snapping your wide-eyed gaze to him, but before you can even think to respond, the shrill cries of a crow break through the stillness of the ringing of your ears. - -- One night will end it all. As the soul heir to an upper-rank demon, this one night will determine how your fate will be sealed.

Will Sanemi have to carry your corpse from the confines of the Infinity Castle? Or worse, Will Sanemi's last words to you be the same of a demon?

Warnings for this fic include:

Angst, Gore, SA / Illusions to previous SA, Assault / Illusions to previous assault, Suicide / Suicide Implications + Attempt, Blood, Injury, Fighting, PTSD, Spoilers, Flashbacks, Family Issues, Character Deaths, Arguing/Harsh words, Mental health issues, Panic attack, Sappyness, Angst/Fluff (manga mentions but I won't say which parts are so it keeps you on your toes/you never really know what is real/what is mine:))

Chapter 8 Below the Cut

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“What is it you know of the first original breathing form?”

Sanemi pauses, his mind fleeting to the history of his artistry and craft in which he had studied and meticulously memorized. 

There wasn’t a single particular breathing form that landed in Sanemi’s mind. There were the core five, but Sanemi hadn’t heard of one being the foundation of them all.

Ubuyashiki smiles his soft grin at the lack of response from his child.

“I gather from your silence this may be news to you.” He quietly affirms, subtly enjoying the rising perplexity of the Wind Hashira.

Sanemi lifts his gaze to his master, his lack of response speaking for itself, silently awaiting Oyakata-Sama to continue.

“I’ve concluded a great deal of research over the past four months thanks to you, Y/N, and the fellow demon slayers who accompanied you on the day you found her. Speaking to Rengoku Senjuro, we have compiled a great deal of knowledge from both the passages obtained that night as well as others already in our archive to form a new understanding of salient information.”

Sanemi perks up at the topic of discussion. He knew that the Rengoku clan had a great connection to their family history, and few and far between mentions of written elements had been made between him and the Flame Hashira prior, yet he never knew truly what the contents entailed. 

Sanemi also recalled witnessing Tengen passing piles of bound books and strewn parchments to a number of Kakushi on the night of Y/N’s rescue, but his priority of the night was Y/N herself. Everyone had been delegated a task, and his was saving who he could. 

So he did just that. 

It seems, however, that Tengen had been dispatched to garner information after clearing any credible threats. The knowledge of those archives now seemingly being brought to light made Sanemi tune in intently to the master’s each and every word.

“Beginning with what was previously bestowed upon us thanks to the Rengoku family, we have testimony from a novel they have passed along and held in esteemed regard for centuries. Its contents regarding Sun Breathing, or, better yet known as the original breathing form.”

Sanemi’s slight gasp is nearly inaudible, but he simply cannot contain his bewilderment. Having never heard of this breathing style, let alone knowing a dear friend was responsible for safekeeping such archives enraptured him.

“Sun Breathing,” Ubuyashiki continues, “was crafted by a renowned swordsman by the name of Yoriishi Tsugikuni, and it was the very first breathing style introduced to the corps. No other fighter could perfect it, no matter how practiced they were, and so the core five art forms of water, stone, earth, flame, and wind were born to be both obtainable and powerful.”

Sanemi feels his mind reeling. The newfound knowledge of an original lost art being the core foundation of each breathing style he and his fellow fighters possess feels game-changing in a way he cannot put into words. To know there is such a legacy that has been lost to the winds of time pulls a burdensome feeling from within him.

What strength the craftsman must have possessed is bewildering to the Hashira.

“However,” Ubuyashiki continues, interrupting Sanemi’s reeling mind, “There was one swordsman who ventured into a different direction. Michikatsu Tsugikuni, who was the twin brother of Yoriichi, also could not perfect the artistry of Sun Breathing. Thus, the long-lost style of moon breathing was born.”

Sanemi stills, watching as Ubuyashiki pulls a pile of neatly folded papers from his haori. The articles were gently placed onto the shared table, a few random words visible on the parchment, such as ‘lineage’ along with some names that Sanemi doesn’t recognize.

The master’s voice pulls Sanemi’s attention back to him as he continues his explanation.

“Thanks to newfound knowledge, we have found that this form of breathing was only known to be utilized by its creator, just as Sun Breathing was. And, just like Sun Breathing, the information and legacy of the craft were passed through generations. The only difference between the two styles is that one had a bloodline to follow. Yoriichi never produced an heir, which is why we gather the flame Hashira’s family to have held the traditions of sun-breathing as carefully close as possible for many years. We understand there are passages lost to time, yet we are thankful for the knowledge we have and are able to connect to the newfound scripts obtained during Y/N’s rescue. That being said, Michikatsu, unlike his brother, did in fact produce a line of heirs. The knowledge of moon breathing and some fables of sun breathing flowed directly down his family line, though no mention of any suitors being able to harness the power and skill it took to perfect his craft.”

Sanemi listens intently and feels a heaviness reside within him as he learns of the brother’s legacy. No swordsman has been strong enough to perfect either craft; Sun Breathing and Moon Breathing both died with their creators. It seemed like a bitter fate. Yet another question plagues the Wind Hashira’s mind -

Who belongs to the Michikatsu clan? 

Families of fighters typically hold fast to their legacies, the Rengoku family being a prime example of this. Artistry of fighting styles and breathing is something so renowned for so many; how could the very family connected to that of the original breathing style have gone seemingly missing? How had so few heard of these fighters before?

“Oyakata-Sama,” Sanemi begins, “If Michikatsu did indeed produce heirs and pass his legacy down, where have they been? For the original swordsman, who had perfected a style such as sun breathing, and his brother, who was connected to this legacy and that of his own, to have gone seemingly missing… I find it difficult to fathom why it is so few have heard of this family before.

The master smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. Instead of his usual comforting, warm response, he almost seems pained at the answer he gives.

Taking a moment, the Ubuyashiki breathes a soft, sullen breath and reflects on the truths he will entrust upon his child.

“You may think you have yet to hear mention of this family; however, I can without question assuredly promise you that you have.”

Sanemi, still with confusion etched into his focused features, practically leans in at the somber response.

But no amount of attention could have prepared him for what the answer to his question would entail.

“Michikatsu Tsugikuni, once a valiant, incredible, powerful swordsman, has taken a new identity and name for himself. Michikatsu Tsugikuni, in this day in age, is better known as the powerful Upper Moon One.”

Sanemi’s heart dropped, a wave of uneasiness embedded in the pit of his stomach. A swordsman who held such immense potential and power, now spent centuries honing his craft as a demon, defending and fighting for the very monster he was once entrusted to destroy. 

Sanemi could only imagine the horrors this demon was now capable of…

Does he act alone? 

Is his blood art matched with his perfected swordsmanship? 

How many souls is he responsible for condemning? 

Were his offspring also part of Muzan’s army?

Sensing his child’s uneasiness, Ubuyashiki gives him a moment before raising a gentle, steady hand, signaling his desire to continue. 

“I need you to think before reacting to what I am about to tell you, Sanemi.” Oyakata-Sama’s somber voice harbors a crucial undertone that captivates the mind of the brazen Wind Hashira. Sanemi allows his thoughts to steady as he gives an understanding nod to his master, granting him his full attention and steadiness.

“Michikatsu Tsugikuni’s family has been dormant for centuries, no person fully aware as to if they even still existed. There had been rumors, whispers, yet nothing of certainty. Until now.”

Sanemi sits stock still, waiting with baited breath. If his hands weren’t clenched atop his lap, he would have been able to see the visible shaking they displayed. 

A rarity for a swordsman so refined.

“While the Tsugikuni family had recently been believed to have been extinct, it has come to be that, finally, an heir has emerged from the Tsugikuni bloodline. Not only that, it is of critical importance to note that not only has there been proven evidence of this heir, but they are notably powerful enough to have perfected the total concentration breathing required to maintain and execute Michikatsu Tsugikuni’s moon breathing techniques.”

The seriousness of the situation is palpable through the constricting silence left between the two as Sanemi listens, uninterrupting and attentive as ever.

“Upper Moon One”, Ubuyashiki resumes, “has an heir powerful enough to, potentially, alter the course of our fight.”

Sanemi’s eyes widen and look to the master, excitement and anxiety swirling within his mind at the revelation.

But Oyakata-Sama was not yet finished.

“Y/N is that direct descendant of Upper Moon One. The girl whom you yourself pulled from the cellar and brought back to life that night is the one who has been sought after for decades. She has been burdened with a tremendous weight on her shoulders, yet I know she is ready for what it entails of her.”

Sanemi feels the blood drain from his face. He’s taken back to the night he found you. He thought you were dead when he’d laid eyes upon you, and, the more he learns about you, the more his heart breaks at the thought that you may have been better off so. Memories of the knife you’d driven into yourself at the desire to not be another pawn in games you could not control, the image of all the blood pooled around you as your body had begun to slow, the sound of your heartbeat fading to a faint silence…

He understood now the secret you would rather die than unleash into the wrong hands.

This life had been less than fair to you. Kindness was foreign and safety was a sought-after fairytale, yet you still persisted. You were willing to pay any price to protect and safeguard not yourself but what you offered to the world. 

The master and Sanemi both recognize that now. 

“Come, Shinazugawa Sanemi, and allow us to show you what it is that I mean.”

“You’re her,” Kokushibo states, a blank look replaced by one of soft and subtle awe that an unattentive eye would never have noticed.

Your stance blocks the chilling demon’s line of fire from the brothers, who both stay deadly silent as they take in the fresh blood soaking your lunar-patterned haori. There are subtle bruises lining your visible skin, but no substantial injuries. 

Must not be your blood, Sanemi reasons, his frantic breaths escape his pale lips as he desperately clings to his cowering brother. The Hashira sits in stunned silence, his eyes frantically watching your every breath. Genya’s wide eyes look up, his slumped form shaking on the desecrated ground as he takes in the sight of his savior. Adrenaline floods his veins still as he basks in the realization that he’s not dead - though he was certain just a moment ago he was in his final moments. 

But you don’t move. Your stance is set. Face towards the beast who brought you here. 

Towards the demon who destined you into all of this.

Your eyes meet his.

Sharp.

Defiant.

Ready.

“I have waited a long time for this moment.” Kokushibo continues, beginning to softly, slowly pace along the distance between the two of you. Sanemi holds his post over a fearsome Genya, the Hashira’s eyes beating back and forth between the two of you. For someone who’s known to always have something to say, he’s at a loss for words yet again, this night proving to him he’s not as predictable as he himself even once believed. One hand resides on his sheathed blade and the other on his brother, Sanemi’s desperation and fear swirl and gnaw at an attempt at control over the Hashira. 

You meet Kokushibo’s gaze and mirror his soft strides, his dance one of dominance and yours one of defense; sheltering your loved ones within your reach and learning the monster's momentum with each moment you share. 

“As have I.” You whisper, eyes unmoving as both your steps cease. A pause is shared as you face one another. Feet firm, stance tall, sight set.

Ready for what you came here to do.

“Then you understand that this meeting will end one of two ways,” Kokushibo says, one hand on the handle of his blade, and the other angled at his side, gently grasping the sheath.

“You will either have to die with the bloodline, or you will continue on with us. With me. You may put a use to your lineage.”

The offer makes the hairs on the back of Sanemi’s neck stand tall as rage overtakes his reasoning.

“BASTARD!” He yells, stance rising as he unearths his katana, still desperately attempting to protect Genya while moving to stand in the line of fire between his light and the darkness that threatens to consume her.

“You’ll never have her,” he threatens, his heart pumping as adrenaline and vengeance consume his being. Sanemi lunges and moves to strike but Kokushibo deflects him with a move so fast it seemed as though the upper moon didn’t move a muscle. 

Sanemi is thrown to the ground. No blade was used as Kokushibo had no intention on killing this opponent anymore, simply swatting him away as though he was nothing more than a pest to the demon.

Kokushibo’s attention was instead captivated by the girl with the crescent kusarigamas gently clasped at her sides.

Sanemi spits venomous swears as he picks his crumpled body up off the ground and moves, unsteadily, to again stand between the estranged family members, desperation gnawing at him as he clings to the hilt of his blade, eyes set forward to the powerful demon once again.

Kokushibo doesn’t flinch, seemingly looking past the angered Hashira as if he simply doesn’t exist, and it only stands to anger Sanemi all the more. 

It’s as though he doesn’t even see him, let alone consider him a threat.

“If you wish to end the lineage,” Sanemi’s ears perk up as he hears your soft voice. He turns his head as his attention snaps towards you. The Hashira still holds his blade forward to the demon while his eyes beg to find your unwavering stance, now truly noticing hw you stare down Kokushibo as if you’re a mirror to the darkness.

For the first time since he lost you that night, Sanemi looks into your eyes, and what he sees makes his chest tighten. 

You look so hollow, so empty… The memory of you watching your student be slaughtered before your eyes, followed immediately by the harsh cry bearing the news of your dear friend's death, as well as the last thing Sanemi had said to you fights to play like a looping mockery in his mind, but he’s quick to bury it down and swallow the bitter guilt. 

“Then take me in an honest match.” Your voice cuts through his regretful reminiscence, finishing your demand to the demon before you.

“We will see how this night is set to end. You and I. This is a matter of family and family alone… 

Fair?”

Sanemi feels his heart sink to the pit of his stomach. His eyes widen and his blade sinks to his side, now abandoning his post against what he deemed your threat at the knowledge that you are essentially asking to end your life. The battle against this beast has taken so much from the combined efforts of himself, Gyomei, and Genya already… what is one fighter to do against this tyrant?

“Y/N…” Sanemi shakes, your name a whisper passing his lips.

His eyes stay fixed on your still form, even as Kokushibo’s voice solidifies your destiny.

“Indeed.” The darkness attests, your fate set and sealed within the walls of the endless prison.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Sanemi screeches, demanding your voice to tell him differently, begging with his eyes for you to give him a sign - any sign - and he would jump into action and fight to take you from this place. Just any sign…

But you don’t waiver. Instead, your harsh gaze never leaves Kokushibo, your (Y/E/C) eyes never finding Sanemi’s pleading ones. But he does watch as your free hand gives a small sign, one that nobody could have seen except for him.

The little rise of your pinky finger catches the wind Hashira’s attention - telling him, one last time, you love him. Telling him you’ll do your best to hold true to your promise. That little lift of your finger is all that is left as the strum of the biwa is heard and you’re gone with the darkness.

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Thank you for your patience <3 I have the next few chapters already started, just in the adding and building phases. As always, I hope it was worth the wait/read! Please drop a comment/kudos and tell me what you think or if you want in on the taglist! Much love xo

Lovely Taglist:

@mor-pheus / @buttermilktea11 / @hoshi-ray09

[wisteria-oyakata]

My children...How may I help you?

I am Ubuyashiki Kagaya, the leader of the Demon Slayer Corps. I'm pleased to meet so many of my wonderful children.

The children of the Corps address me as Oyakata-sama out of respect. They are truly blessed warriors.

For my innermost thoughts and feelings, you may filter using the tag #whirlwinds of wisteria. If you are looking for the conversations I engage in with my dear children, use the tag #letters for my children.

No matter how dark the night may become, dawn will always arrive.

May the wisteria guide your path ~

MOD NOTES:

Rules for RPing:

Kagaya is a gentle and kindred man. He is frail with illness in the Canon universe, and he has an influential tone (1/F fluctuation) The mere sound of his voice is enough to calm a crowd, and his presence itself is quite calming.

Appearance: Kagaya's appearance can vary based on timeline/arc in canon Demon Slayer, however, the default is post-Mt. Natagumo Arc Kagaya, during the Hashira Assembly. Long, parted dark hair, lilac eyes, purple illness markings on his forehead, white robes, and a black yukata.

No Godmodding! Do not attempt to control Kagaya's thoughts, feelings, or actions during RP!

This blog is open to Canon/AUs. Simply describe your setting before roleplaying. If the setting is not described, MOD will automatically assume this is post-Natagumo Arc in Canon Demon Slayer.

Respect boundaries! Do not ask Kagaya questions about the MOD's personal life. if needs be, send asks to @the-crimson-butterfly

Hate has no home on this blog!

[pillow-anime-talk]

where you go, i go.

request: i saw write for kagaya and as a simp for him, thank you! if i may, request a scenario where before the confrontation with muzan, kagaya had begged for reader to not be there with him but reader refuses. she takes a hold of his hand, bring his knuckles to her lips, pressing a gentle kiss on his hand. gently but firmly stating that he’s her companion in life. the love of her life. she will not leave him alone. she will stay right by his side no matter what may come to pass. [i had gotten the idea from the quote “we have lived together for many years. where you go, i go” of ida straus to her husband isidor straus. i think that this would suit the relationship] 

# tags: scenario; current marriage relationship; soft romance; drama; mostly angst; mention of death and crying; kagaya and reader have children; sfw?

includes: female reader ft. kagaya ubuyashiki {kny}

author’s note: it was a beautiful request and i’m sorry you waited so long for it! love u, anonnie ♥

These were hard months for people, for whole Demon Slayer Corps, and most of all for you and your loved one, who buried many of his combatants, many of his ‘children’. Both you and your husband knew that it was a matter of several hours before Muzan would reach your current place of residence and start wreaking havoc and murder innocent people, destroy crops and houses, and kill animals grazing in meadows or resting in stables and cowsheds. The Demon King wanted to catch both your partner and Tanjirou’s little demon sister, and you had to be prepared for that; both mentally and physically.

Your husband begged you to take your children and hide in a safe place for you (preferably underground with a supply of food and water), to run as far away as possible from the King walking towards you and forget about what has been going on for the last few months (e.g. to find someone better, someone with whom your future will be bright and peaceful). But you were stubborn, Kagaya knew it very well.

“...I’m begging you, Y/N. Just go away and live safely without me.” The blind man turned his head in your direction and you just frowned. The chirping of the last birds reached your ears, and you muttered something unintelligible under your breath.

“... Why would I leave a person who is my whole world?” You asked rhetorically and the man only sighed in response. You were really stubborn and stuck to your point. “We have lived together for many years, Kagaya. Where you go, I go. Do you remember? We promised that to each other on our wedding day.” You smiled softly, and the twenty-three-year-old seemed to sense your changing facial expressions. His heart, though it shouldn’t have, was beating faster.

“Yes, I know, my dear. But I don’t want anything bad to happen to you and kids, you need to understand that, Y/N.” He said, listening to the wind and the sound of flowing water from the tiny stream in front of your property. The rustle of leaves and bushes was also pleasant to the ear.

You moved closer to your husband and then took both of his hands in a strong grip. Kagaya obviously appreciated the gesture, and the moment you lifted his hands to your own warm lips and placed a tender kiss on both of his hands, he understood that you would not leave him, even if you go to certain deaths. It wasn’t your style, it wasn’t in your genes.

“So let’s get through this together.” He said in a low voice so as not to wake your sleeping children at home. You nodded your head, thanking him for his understanding.

“...Let us also die together.” You replied with a confident face and then hugged the man, inhaling his characteristic, pleasant smell reminiscent of old pine and fresh peonies. “Where you are, there I am.” You said, closing your eyes, dreaming of life and a world where there are no demons, death and war. About such a life where there are only you two, your offspring, laughter and love. 

It was a beautiful vision.

[character-reference-cafe]

Kagaya Ubuyashiki Character Sheet + Kagaya without scarring (I believe he's 14 in that picture?)

[your-daily-dose-of-fandoms]

Could you do a master x reader? I haven't seen one so I thought to ask .. Maybe where the reader has known ubuyashiki for a while but got turned into a demon but doesn't hurt people? Idk I just really wanna see one with this man

Hello anon! Thank you for your extraordinary request! No one has requested anything for Ubuyashiki from me, so this was interesting to write! I hope you enjoy

Also, as you guys can notice, I'm currently trying out new styling options for my posts, so don't be confused lmao.

》Fandom: Demon Slayer 》Characters: Ubuyashiki Kagaya 》Warnings: Mentions of death

》 Ubuyashiki Kagaya x Reader

Cure

On the day when the flowers were laid on the grave, you disappeared.

There was no note, no signs of running away nor of a fight. You simply just disappeared into oblivion; no trace left behind to track.

Ubuyashiki couldn’t take it. His condition worsened, his eyes beginning to fail. The illness did not ask for consent, as it vulgarly took over him against his own will, reaching every part of his body and making it hard to commit to anyone or anything. He carried around a solemn aura, his mind going to places he never thought they would, as he had sworn an oath to himself after his father’s death, but he couldn’t resist. He had lost the only things that kept his life separated from duty. First, his wife, Amane, succumbed to an illness, and then you left him behind. He was blaming himself, his family’s curse, and it was a hard burden to carry. He fell into a melancholy state, feeling nothing but alike of a grain of sand lost in an eternity. Nevertheless, Ubuyashiki committed to his duty, taking care of his Hashiras until his very own death as he had promised, but not a day went by when he wished to see you one last time before the time of his blindness.

Then you recurred, appearing in Ubuyashiki’s room after three winters had passed by. Like the first snowy day during winter, unexpectedly, covering the world with its beauty, blinding with its light. You stormed in, the feeling of familiarity with you, turning the world upside down just when Ubuyashiki had lost hope.

But you were not the same.

The delight in your eyes had died out, become dull, as you held a smile in your eyes no longer. Your skin was not warm or radiating life, it had turned pale and gleamy with the sweat, the blush on your cheeks long gone. If you had been still, you would have looked alike with a porcelain doll with your beady eyes and solidified state. He did not see the dimples in the corners of your mouth, or the way you would smile at him, instead he was met with two pairs of red eyes and plenty tears dropping on the fine wooden floor down by your chin.

“I-I missed you”

You had managed to say between your hiccups, and that night he had been ready to die by your hands. But so happened that from that day on Ubuyashiki never let go of you again. Not even when he lost his sight, you being the last thing he saw.

“Oyakata-sama, how are you feeling?”

Later he found out, you had been a failed experiment by Muzan, trying to turn Ubuyashiki’s closest subordinates against him when he was at his weakest.

“Don’t fret (L/N)-kun, I’m feeling notably blissful tonight. Besides, what have I mentioned of calling me by my real name? You have no need for such formalities, and you know that”

You hummed, walking beside him, allured by his voice. You were leading him through the garden, giving him his time of placing his steps right, as he occasionally swung and took in the smell of wisteria flowers. It was late at night, and you had once again caught him being unable to sleep due to his pains. You furrowed your brow.

“I know... I just want to pay my respects to you, Oy- Ubuyashiki-sama. You are already overworking yourself”, You told him. If he were not to be your superior, you would have scolded him more often of his foolishness. He was too selfless for his own good, prioritizing everyone before him like his life was less worthy than theirs. He seemed like he had everything under control, strings neatly folded in his hands like he was a puppeteer of some sorts, but in reality, he was struggling as much as everyone else. He just had prioritized his own duty and Demon Slayer corps first ever since he was a child. He needed someone to dig all his burdens out of him, and that someone had been Amane before her death. Now you had taken up the duty to honor his late wife. You had become his eyes and protection, when he couldn’t protect himself anymore. You were content with that, feeling in debt for saving your life from Hashiras back when you had broken into his room.

Ubuyashiki nodded and smiled gently.

“That’s a lot better, but may I still insist you to switch to Ubuyashiki-kun, even Kagaya-kun would be fine”, He told and you gasped and stopped in your tracks, looking at him with shock.

“That would be way too informal from me! You’re my superior!” You told him, shaking your head in denial. You were a timid girl, raised by a very formal family, and you were not easy to let go your past, proven by your demonization. Ubuyashiki brought his hand in front of his mouth and chuckled at your formal antics. Despite knowing him for years, you still held onto them. Suddenly, his hand sifted on his head, accidentally letting out a grunt, alarming your presence.

“It is hurting again, isn’t it?” You whispered faintly, hurt by the pain you were seeing him in. Your voice was laced with dozen shades of worry, as you gently brought your hand on his head, as he looked solemn.

“(L/N)-kun, you shouldn’t. I am not a responsibility of yours to worry”, He insisted, but you had already begun to chant to yourself. His lips pursed into a tight line, quilt aching in his chest.

“Blood demon art... pain replacement!” You whispered, soon tightening your grip on his head, as the pain he just recently had, travelled onto you, as he was switched with harmonious and canorous feeling of sailing through a calm sea instead. Ubuyashiki sighed in disapproval as he carefully grabbed your hand in his and drew circles on the back of it with his thumb to calm you down.

“You don’t need to do that, are you aware? I’ll manage, but the last thing I want is you getting hurt for my expense again”, he said holding your hand reassuringly. He wished he could have seen you, assured you that he was going to be fine, but he had lost his sight and none of those lies were true. He was going to die, and he wanted to spend his last moments with you, even if it meant being selfish. He sighed, bringing your hand to hold his cheek, a moment of vulnerability he rarely showed.

“All I wish for is to spend these last nights in your presence. Is that alright?” He asked, and he felt your cold hand shaking, wanting to form a fist under his skin. He smiled, asking you to have confidence in him.

“I know it is a burden for you to carry, but I promise I will not die in vain. I know that, and I just need you to trust me”, He continued, and he could hear you leave out a stifled sniffle. You were at your breaking point, seeing the man you loved leaning onto your touch, trusting his long-sworn enemy more than his Hashiras, treating you no different than from before. You did not know what you had done to gain this influential man’s trust, and you had hard time accepting it. But you had never been able to say no to him.

“I’m going to find you a cure, you know that, right? I have to, I cannot lose you Oya-... Kagaya-kun”, You told him determined to save him from his unjust and cruel fate. He had suffered enough, he deserved to be happy. His grab on your hand tightened, as it was almost desperate for a search of comfort. That was the only thing that gave him up on his next lie, but you were too lost in your mind to take notice of it.

“I know”, Even when he knew you wouldn’t.

[curse-of-orion]

*kagaya exists* Me:

He told me that the man of my dreams Would be just out of reach Betrothed to another It's like I hear him, now AJSDKLASKDLASD I know that Kagaya is married and that's why I chose this specific verse of Dolores talking about their forbidden love x'D