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xxlady-lunaxx · 8 months

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Demons and Unicorns | {SabiGiyuu}

PICTURES AREN'T MINE IDK IF I MADE THAT CLEAR HELP 😭obv bc the art styles are so different but whtv

Theme: Fluff (let's pretend the picture isn't angsty-)

Giyuu woke up with a start, sweating, crying. "No.. no no no no no," he mumbled, hyperventilating.

"Giyuu? Wh.. what happened?" Sabito muttered, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"I.. you.. you and Tsutako.. and Urokodaki-sensei died.. I was too slow.. I.. I couldn't save you.. they tortured you and.. killed you.. Urokodaki-sensei was already dead.. I... he.." Giyuu sobbed, trying to explain.

"It was just a nightmare, Giyuu, don't worry. I'm here, I'm okay. Urokodaki-sensei is in the other room. You're okay. Who is 'they'?" Sabito said, completely ruining the comfort he was giving by asking that.

"Demons.. there was five.. too many.. I couldn't even kill one.. I was too slow.." Giyuu continued, clutching onto Sabito's arm.

"Hey, It's okay! You're okay! Okay??" Sabito repeated. He was alright with pep talks, but comforting when Giyuu was in this much stress? Nah, he couldn't do it. "Uh.. we're alright! I promise!"

"There was blood everywhere.. too much.. on.. on me.. all.. all over.." Tears streamed down Giyuu's cheeks as he tried to calm down. His breath only grew more rapid as he tried. His body shook and he leaned onto Sabito for support.

The peach haired male sat awkwardly, unsure what to do. "I'm.. still here? Don't worry, uhm.. it's okay!" he said again, wishing he was better at this. "Look, you're strong and you can do anything! And you always say I'm strong, right? So I can protect you!"

"No.. but.. you died.. they killed you.. You couldn't move.." Giyuu mumbled, shaking his head. "You died.."

"I'm not dead yet, right! Ahaha.." Sabito forced a nervous laugh.

"Yet!!" the younger one cried out, sobbing harder. "Yet.."

Sabito sighed, patting Giyuu's back. "No, but.. we're okay now, and we're going to live the best we can. Right? We'll do our best through the years we live!! It's okay!! You're okay, I'm okay, we're all okay!!"

Giyuu hiccuped, still crying. He buried his face in the crook of Sabito's neck, trying to breathe slowly. In a desperate attempt to make it better, Sabito quickly said randomly, "The— The unicorns will.. uh.. chase away the demons and make everything better with their magic!! I swear!!"

Giyuu paused, confused. He looked up and his eyes met the lavender ones staring back at him. "What?"

"They'll.. use their magic horns to.. uh.. kill the demons and save us all!!"

Giyuu let out a half-laugh half-sob. "Sabito! They aren't real! And even then, you guys had already died."

"Yeah well, we didn't think demons were real before!! Who knows? Maybe unicorns are real!!" Sabito insisted.

"Sure.."

"And they can use their magic to bring.. uh., bring me and your sister and Urokodaki-sensei back to life! Okay?" Sabito grinned, hugging Giyuu.

"Mm, mhm," Giyuu agreed, incredulously. "You're funny, Sabito."

"Thank you! Ooh, I'm sure they would prance around the room and scare away the demons," Sabito added, trying to get Giyuu to forget about his nightmare. It worked, because the raven laughed and shook his head.

"Oh Sabito," he giggled, pushing him away. "You're being riduculous."

"Well! You like it!" Sabito insisted.

"Mhm, sure."

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean??" Sabito huffed.

"Nothing~!" Giyuu said, smiling widely.

Sabito smiled back. He was glad Giyuu was no longer crying. It was hard to see him like that. Made him want to break down as well sometimes. Jokes always made it easier though. Almost always.

The door opened and Urokodaki poked his head in. "What are you two doing up so late? It must be, like, 2am! Go back to sleep!"

The two quickly apologized and Giyuu cuddled back into his covers. Sabito got up. "I'm going to go get some water, be right back!!"

"Okay!"

Urokodaki followed Sabito out. "What happened?" he asked, once they were out of earshot.

"Giyuu had a nightmare. I didn't know what to say, so I told him that unicorns were going to save us," Sabito shrugged, getting a cup and filling it with water.

"That's- That's ridiculous and genius. Did it work?"

"Yeah, that's why we were laughing." He took a sip of water then set it down.

"Oh I'm glad. He seems to be having less nightmares than before, but still.." Urokodaki fussed, looking worried. After all, they had never been just his students. He'd viewed every single child he took in as his own, caring for them like he was their father.

"Mhm. Oh! What if you dressed up as a unicorn to surprise Giyuu tomorrow? Isn't it nearing his birthday?" Sabito suggested, his eyes lighting up.

"WHAT?? I am not going to dress up as a unicorn!" Urokodaki shook his head. "Why would you even suggest that?"

"Don't you want to make him happyyy??" Sabito insisted.

"Yes but-"

"Great! I'll wake up early and get you one! Thank you, bye!" Sabito said, holding back laughter.

Urokodaki sighed, annoyed, but slightly amused as well. "They're still children.."

Sabito did get Urokodaki a unicorn costume. It was white and had bring neon rainbow colors. Overall, it was.. uncomfortable. Extremely.

Giyuu woke up a little later than usual. He expected to be reprimanded for it but when he looked around, he just saw Sabito with a tray of breakfast, looking amused.

"Sabito? Huh?" Giyuu was confused, to say the least.

"Nothing, nothing!! Here, have this," Sabito said, pushing the tray of food to him.

"Oh! Thanks," Giyuu smiled, starting to eat.

Suddenly, Sabito burst into laughter, much to Giyuu's confusion. "Huh?"

"L-Look behind you!" he choked between laughs.

Giyuu did and nearly fell over when somebody came running in, dressed up as a unicorn. "SABITO-? WHAT?-" he squeaked, giggling.

"I-IT'S.." Sabito pressed a hand to his chest. "Urokodaki-sensei..!" he laughed.

Giyuu shook his head, his smile growing. "No.. you didn't-"

"Take off the hood!!" Sabito insisted.

Giyuu got up and went to the 'unicorn'. He patted it's head then took it off, stepping back when he found Urokodaki's head poking out of the costume. He burst into laughter again and Sabito did as well, causing Urokodaki to chuckle.

"I guess the unicorns are going to save us, after all!"

{Word count: 986}

GOOFY AHH STORY IDEA I HAD RANDOMLY!! DON'T ASK. THE LAST PART WAS JUST BC IT WAS SHORT ASF SO I ADDED A LITTLE MORE :P

LY ALL, BYE BYE<33

#sabigiyuu #sillyness #fluff #goofy little children #urokodaki #sabito #giyuu #younger sabigiyuu #for silly comfort #more random tags #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer #random writing

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character-reference-cafe · 4 months

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Urokodaki Sakonji Character Sheet (Fullbody) + Urokodaki Sakonji (Young)

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kichiip · 10 months

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drawing random characters from kny based on a spin the wheel :-3

#kimetsu no yaiba #kny #fanart #demon slayer #urokodaki #sumi #tamayo #shinobu #inosuke #akaza #kiriya #small artist #reblogs appreciated #art #artist #daki #sabito #hashibira inosuke

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kozmicmizuu · 4 months

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ok- soooo… my brain thought of smth a tiny bit fucked but the i remembered this is kny and atla so it’s ok to be fucked. so, in the series water benders are like- not really in the war, but they were basically taken from the south tribe for war reasons. the angst in my brain is that the southern tribe in this au is where urokodaki would train all of this students (yes, the past dead ones are alive in this) and then the demons attacked (they’re basically the fire nation in this).

(also in this au in my take (you can see how you’d like) the demons aren’t really demons. they’re human, but they use this fucked up branch or rather a “weed” of the breath-bending that’s the equivalent of dark magic basically.)

they just took everyone with no remorse for anything, and then they found out that water’s conductive. sooooo- torture via electricity was used to make the water benders weapons of war!!! yay!!

giyuu was considered one of the best in the small tribe (i think between him, sabito, and makomo, giyuu was the one to completely master water breathing and well- survived canon). shock collars were obviously used- cause this is demons we’re talking about.

giyuu and basically all of the tribe were just abused for years (lets use giyuu’s age as a reference). the tribe was taken when giyuu was 8- the controlling and abuse didn’t stop until giyuu was 19. basically instead of him finding tanjiro, tanjiro found him.

you can only imagine how just aggressive giyuu was, a major contrast to his usual calm and stoic personality. tanjiro probably couldn’t even get close without giyuu being violent so he called for backup from the corps/friends. let’s say that sanemi and shinobu and kyojuro were sent there (sanemi was there in case of a fight.) to say that giyuu’s condition was worrying would be an understatement.

literally every single water breather was fucked- they needed the moon for spiritual healing but we’re never given the chance to see it for god knows how long, barely any food or water. kyojuro probably threw up when he saw kids in there. sanemi was just pissed about this, a whole ass tribe was ignored by the world. also don’t worry, literally no one is dead from the water tribe. but idk of that’s a good thing tbh….

it took them literally forever to get giyuu to trust them, like trying to tame a wild animal. but the simplest thing is what got literally the whole tribe to trust them, the promise of seeing the moon and sea again. tanjiro was just happy to see the southern tribe from the stories, but so sad that they were like this for 11 years. the moment they even opened the door for the tribe- it was literally like setting caged birds free. though urokodaki was the one who told the four, “thank you” and followed his students into the beach on a full moon.

also the shock collars took some time to remove, no one really sat still at all, or some stood unnervingly still. shinobu knew that it would them literal years to recover from all of that trauma, potentially a whole lifetime. kyojuro probably sobbed his sweet little heart out when he saw them so happy on the beach (emotional bitch), sanemi was still fuming, mf was READY to put an end to this war. he just imagined genya in this situation and was like “no i im not letting this slide” and proceeded to sink the entire fleet that did this to the tribe (W sanemi).

sighhhh this thought happens from remembering the episode of when katara found another water bender from the southern tribe (holy fuck i can’t remember the name) and she ended up being fucked in the head after all.

so, does that mean giyuu can be feral and deranged when he’s completely ticked off?? yes, more feral giyuu content for the starving people. he’d be so much more intense with any threat (maybe like when azula was going a bit silly) but after the threat is gone he’s just “woopsie daisies my bad yall”

they ended up taking the tribe to the corps and basically giving them a safe place to heal and relax. gyomei ended up being good friends with a lot of them because water benders are very sweet to him and the kids thought he was cool (a little scary at first). giyuu, bless his soul, was found by tengen immediately. mf knew he HAD to befriend this guy, sabito wasn’t having it tho so know there’s sabito and tengen beef.

anyways thanks for coming to my ted talk about this fucked up lil thing… i’m not okay because i started typing this out at 8 in the morning…

#demon slayer #kny #kimestu no yaiba #alta #giyuu tomioka #sabito #makomo #urokodaki #tanjiro kamado #sanemi shinazugawa #shinobu kocho #kyojuro rengoku #gyomei himejima #tengen uzui #i had to get this out here because i’m truly a genius #i’m kidding but like- humor me….#i need more feral and deranged giyuu content #I NEED HIM TO GO INSANE #also help him yall he’s seen and been through some shit #but he’s still a silly lil guy #maybe don’t make him scared or upset #because can anyone truly stop a tidal wave of emotions?? or even fully control a wave at all??#sabito is probably more of a “man in this #wanting to be the strong figure for his suffering tribe and to make himself feel like he’s being something other than a weapon of war #makomo was probably used as a healer for the demons literally draining her of her energy for their sake #urokodaki was literally just used as a way to get the tribe to listen like threading his life if they even tried to rebel or smth #that’s literally their dad so of course they all listened #also i love the switching of roles of savior and victem with tanjiro and giyuu #i’m sane i swear im just sleepy #enjoy the angst cause this au is full of it no surprises there!!

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avocodas · 19 days

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Haganezuka & Urokodaki are lowkey besties

#these were rough thumbnails i did months again #I challenged destiny and tidied the sketches #off topic but haganezuka could be the most commissioned swordsmith for urokodaki students #not that they were many tho..#oppss that turned dark #my art #digital sketch #digital doodle #urokodaki sakonji #Urokodaki #hotaru haganezuka #haganezuka

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kny-agere · 3 months

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Hellooo :D your blog is acc soo cool! if you can and have the time, what about a drabble of little giyuu with caretaker urokodaki? I feel like there needs to be more urokodaki and giyuu fics in this worldd since they seem to have such a cute father figure/son relation shippp T-T thank youu

Took some liberty w/ this prompt!! Takes place right after final selection so we’ll put Giyuu at around 13. Since I hc him regressing so young I think even as a teen he could still be very little.

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Usually Urokodaki was happy to see his student regress. It meant Tomioka was comfortable, that he had trust in his master to care for him. Sabito had a harder time letting go in such a way. It wasn’t a bad thing necessarily, just a difference in how his students internalized their feelings.

Now though he only had one child to care for. When Giyuu returned from final selection alone he collapsed into a near catatonic state. The boy didn’t have too many physical injuries, but he looked exhausted. Urokodaki gladly took his student into his arms and carried him inside the small cabin.

Tomioka had never been regressed for so long. Sakonji worried, but never felt tired of caring for him. The elder fed his disciple by hand, coaxing rice and porridge into his mouth. He had never needed to use bottles before but luckily had some on hand anyways. Despite the less than ideal situation it was cute, almost comforting, to watch Giyuu suckle. It set in stone his young mindset.

He really treated the boy as a baby. For days Urokodaki cradled Giyuu, dressed him and fed him and even put him to bed at night. Now their futons were pushed together so the man can wake up anytime Tomioka has a nightmare, which is several times throughout a week.

Sakonji cradles the boy now while he cries into a soft blue haori. Giyuu still can’t express himself in words but his emotions are clear. Gentle cooing and rocking back and forth isn’t enough. His voice is rough and dry in the middle of the night but the elder attempts to draw a tune from the back of his throat.

He may look threatening and in many ways he still is. The years of slaying have dragged on until his appearance matched his reputation. Deep underneath Urokodaki is tender though, especially when caring for his students. After pushing Giyuu to train harder and harder he is happy to coddle him.

A soft song and hands running through his hair eventually drags Tomioka back into a true slumber. His relaxed face while sleeping is the only time you can’t see the anguish in his eyes. It’s comforting even if only for a moment.

Urokodaki knows if he sets the boy down eventually he’ll just wake up crying again. Having grown used to late nights the foreseeable lack of sleep doesn’t annoy him, not when he has one of his students safe in his arms.

#age regression #sfw agere #age regressor #fandom agere #demon slayer #kny #cglre #agere requests #tomioka giyuu #little!tomioka #kimetsu no yaiba #cg!urokodaki #urokodaki sakonji #urokodaki

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tickly-trashcan · 1 year

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Skipping Training {Urokodaki, Sabito, and Giyuu}

A/N: Thank you for the request anon!!! I was a little nervous about writing this bc i wanted to make sure I did it well because i literally ADORE these three and... i ended up writing this in one sitting LOL it was so much fun!! I hope you enjoy and have a lovely day/night!!

Summary: Sabito and Giyuu are skipping their training to watch the sunset. But what happens when Urokodaki catches them?

Word Count: 1.1k (under the cut)

“C’mon, Giyuu, hurry!!” Sabito urged. He ran, hand entwined with Giyuu’s as they sped through the forest, Giyuu practically being dragged behind him as he panted.

“But, what if we get caught?” Giyuu wheezed, jerking as Sabito tugged his hand, trying to speed him up just a bit more. Sabito only laughed through his own labored breathing.

“I got Makomo to distract Urokodaki, don’t worry. But if we don’t get far enough, he’ll catch up!”

Giyuu shuddered at the thought of Urokodaki dragging them back to train. Final Selection was nearing, but Giyuu and Sabito were both getting too giddy and jittery to practice. Instead, they had been playing about, playing hide-and-seek or having tickle fights while Makomo trained. They had even dragged her off at one point, but they had all gotten in trouble later and were forced into a hundred sword swings.

Sabito finally halted, Giyuu nearly crashing into him as he desperately tried to catch his breath. “I think– I think we’re far enough,” He panted, trying not to sound like as if he was pleading to Sabito.

Sabito nodded triumphantly and took Giyuu’s hand again, leading him up the hill just a bit more, walking this time, much to Giyuu’s relief. They stopped at the top of the hill, surrounded by trees as they looked out at the horizon. The sun was finally starting to rise, it’s beautiful orange hue overtaking the deep blue sky of night.

Sabito and Giyuu sat down on one of the rocks, watching the sun as it rose. Sabito reached into his pocket and pulled out a few snacks, which the two of them nibbled on as they chatted.

“Are you nervous at all?” Giyuu asked Sabito, who had just stuffed his face full of rice crackers. He shook his head, swallowing the snacks as he turned to Giyuu with a grin on his face.

“I’m not nervous! Even if I was, I’d have to be brave in order to help protect you and Makomo!”

Giyuu chuckled, taking a few more bites as Sabito pat his back. He pulled him into a side hug as he pointed at the sun. “This is gonna be the last sunset we’ll get to see before Final Selection. Then we’re gonna train until we’re ready and we’re gonna finish it together.”

Giyuu nodded, whining when Sabito started to give him a noogie. “You’re gonna have to step it up, though! You’ve been slacking!”

Giyuu shoved Sabito away, laughing. “So have you! You’re the one who convinced me to run off while we’re supposed to be making breakfast, anyway.”

Sabito and Giyuu broke into laughter. They finally collected themselves and turned, ready to head back for training.

“I take it you’ve had plenty of time to train, yes?”

Sabito and Giyuu froze as they looked up at Urokodaki, who had been standing there for who knows how long, waiting for them to turn around. Sabito gulped and Giyuu played with his thumbs nervously.

“We were just… We…” Giyuu started, but then stopped as Urokodaki turned his attention toward him.

“We just wanted to watch the sunset one more time! We were just heading back to start training!”

Urokodaki tilted his head to the side, now looking at Sabito. “But you haven’t had breakfast. Unless you count those rice crackers.”

Sabito grumbled. “Well, they were good. And we don’t need breakfast to train, anyway! I bet we could take you right now!”

“Sabito, don’t!” Giyuu hissed, grabbing his arm and trying to pull him back.

Urokodaki chuckled. “You could, hmm? Okay then. Giyuu, ready yourself.”

“Why me?!”

Urokodaki didn’t explain and only tossed him his wooden sword. Giyuu picked it up with a gulp as he readied himself into one of the stances he was taught. Sabito cheered him on as he charged at Urokodaki, sword raised. Urokodaki quickly disarmed him, his sword flying away as he knocked Giyuu down.

Sabito was quick to grab up the sword, coming at Urokodaki from behind as he went to swing. Urokodaki grabbed his wrist, the sword falling out of Sabito’s grip as Sabito yelped. He fell down next to Giyuu and grumbled, shoving Giyuu slightly.

“You can do better than that, Giyuu!”

“So could you!”

Urokodaki sighed. “This is why rice crackers are not a sufficient breakfast.”

“It’s not because of those!” Sabito grumbled, crossing his arms as Urokodaki stood above the two of them. He hummed.

“You’re right. You’re also lacking proper discipline right now. You think that because you’ve trained for so long you can slack off now that you’re almost there. But you’re wrong,” Urokodaki said, crouching down. “I’ll show you what happens when you slack.”

Sabito was about to spit back a retort, but he was surprised when Giyuu suddenly shrieked before bursting into laughter. He looked over, seeing that Urokodaki was scribbling his fingers across Giyuu’s stomach as he tried to curl up, giggling profusely.

“Urohohohokodaki!! Plehehease, not thahahat!”

Sabito went to scoot away while Urokodaki was distracted, but Urokodaki quickly noticed. He grabbed Sabito’s ankle just as he made a break for it, pulling him back as he began to tickle his hips. Sabito wailed and broke into his own fit of laughter, shaking his head as he tried to kick off Urokodaki.

“Stahahahap! Wahahait, it wahahahasn’t my fahahault! It wahahas Giyuu!!” Sabito squealed, making Giyuu gasp in offense through his frantic laughter.

“It wahahahas not!! You liahahahar!!” Giyuu laughed, snorting when Urokodaki found his ribs.

Giyuu tried to roll away, but Urokodaki managed to keep him in place as he continued to tickle the both of them. Sabito tried to push him away, but Urokodaki only went after his belly, making Sabito throw his head back as he cackled.

“We–We’ll trahahain! We prohohomise!” Sabito hollered. Giyuu nodded next to him, clamping his arm down as he tried to push away Urokodaki’s hand.

“We’ll trahahahain extrahaha hard!! Ahahand– And we’ll eat breheheheakfast!!” Giyuu squealed, snorting again.

Urokodaki hummed in contemplation, but he decided that the boys would hold their word. He relented, giving Sabito and Giyuu a chance to catch their breath as they rolled away from each other and from Urokodaki. Urokodaki went after them, scooping them up by the torso as he carried them back to the house. Makomo stood there waiting, chuckling as they came into view.

“You guys look tuckered out. Breakfast is ready if you want any.”

Sabito and Giyuu took one quick glance at Urokodaki before squirming out of his arms and running in for some breakfast. Makomo laughed as she turned to Urokodaki, who pat her head. The two of them followed the boys inside, where they all shared breakfast and got ready to do some training.

#demon slayer #anon #tickle fic #1k event #urokodaki #sabito #giyuu

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scrimblyscrorblo · 2 months

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A lil Giyuu & Urokodaki post-it note from class a bit ago <33

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #artists on tumblr #demon slayer art #giyuu tomioka #kny giyuu #kny tomioka #tomioka giyuu #urokodaki sakonji #Urokodaki #pen sketch #post it art #post it note #just a lil guy #having food with his dad in the woods #with kazaburo sitting on his head

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kny-stardust · 9 months

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Interlude II — Hantengu & ???

Word Count: 4650

Summary: When the old Hashira first met you, he just didn't want to see a young life being taken away by the demons. Later, as a father, he did not want to see another child of his to die in this meaningless conflict. He only understands that children are meant to walk their own path, even a risk life such as the Demon Slayers, when you're too far away for him to decide to let you live your life however you want.

You did. You actually did it.

He didn't want to believe it, but he knew it was not a dream.

You did cut that boulder in two, with a single strike.

In the end, all of his efforts were for nothing.

You far surpassed his expectations, and managed to learn a breathing technique on your own, without his help, despite his attempts of sabotaging you.

Hantengu didn't think much of you in the beginning. To his eyes, you were just another fool young that was messing with things beyond your comprehension. It didn't help that you had your siblings coming with you.

He simply couldn't understand. Many children came to him in search of power to take revenge on onis that have taken everything from them except their lives. And he turned them all down, making them give up and value more their lives, and live on without getting revenge. You weren't like them. You still had your family with you, even though two of them were no longer human. You could still live a semi normal life if you wanted, both you and your siblings. If you came to him asking for shelter and protection for your family, he would have welcomed you with open arms, even if it meant housing two demons under his roof. He would have done that, because then he would actually be helping someone, a young one like you, instead of wasting his time training you and getting attached to you only to sent you to the slaughter and then mourn your for it, to torture himself with this guilt, of not having done enough for you. Like it happened with his late friends and students.

That's why he tried to scare you at first, with that test and the initial training. All those harsh words, all that violence, his distance, it was to make you give up. His test to you had been much harder than it should have been at first, with that very purpose of making you quit. He managed to get that with much tougher children, especially boys. They usually either gave up during the test, failed it or quit the moment he said the actual training would be much harsher. He thought it wouldn't be much different with you. He actually believed it would be easier, since you were a girl.

Except you didn't quit. You accepted the challenge, for your unconditional love for your siblings.

So you were one of the stubborn ones, but how long would your stubbornness last against his training? He was generous when he thought you would give up in less than two months. Many didn't last half a month.

But you did. You actually continued everyday, even if your whole body was hurt, even if you were dead tired. And you still managed to smile so gently and so genuinely to him and your siblings.

Your smile... It reminded him so much of hers.

In the end, it was he who didn't last two months. He couldn't keep being that cruel to you when you still had that lightness in your heart. He stopped hitting you as hard and was less ruthless when training you.

However, that didn't mean he gave up on making you quit.

Oh, no... For the first time in quite a while, he was very determined, more focused on something other than his own misery.

He would NOT allow you to become a slayer.

He began to leave you to your own devices. He taught you the bare minimum and in an oversimplified version of what he was supposed to train you. He just taught you what he planned to teach you, showed you only once the moves and how to wield a sword, and never corrected you in anything. He knew that you would never actually grow, and hoped your frustrations would make you think you were inappropriate for the job and make you give up.

Don't get it wrong. You had potential. A lot of potential. Aizetsu words were enough for him to think so, and he thought that more after you passed his test. You could become a great slayer of trained properly. He saw it when you began catching up on what you were supposed to do, and your talent shone when Aizetsu stayed for a while and trained you. He was sure that if he gave you enough time, you would eventually learn how to use his technique, even though he put all those obstacles on your way.

So, he gave his ultimatum: to cut the boulder. And you had to do it on your own. He even went as far as to forbid Aizetsu from aiding you in any way. He was sure that this should be what would make you surrender, to give up this life and live a normal one.

This was really his last chance of making you give up. And the would not cave in this time. He vowed so. He would not see anyone become a slayer while under him! He had had enough! He had lost too many already! Friends, students, master, and even his own sons to this life! His only two living sons were neck deep in that life and he knew he could not take them away from it, but he could prevent you from ever entering this life! He was determined in not allowing you and your family in his life! He no longer saw you as just his students, nor your siblings as long term guests in his house. You were his daughter. Your siblings were his children too. He didn't want to loose you, to loose his family again! He couldn't. He wouldn't be able to bear the pain...

And yet, you continued to train. Day after day. Harder and harder. He could see you giving your all in your training. He heard you leaving before everyone woke up, and even making breakfast for them, and arriving much after they slept. You can take a slayer out of a slaying life, but you can't never take a slayer out of one, especially with someone who worked his whole life with that. That was how he knew how tired you were. How the dark circles under your eyes grew. How you became more and more thinner. How he saw more and more wound in your hands that he bandaged them in your sleep. He was having trouble sleeping just thinking that you would get yourself killed at that rate.

He was determined to put an end to this, when you suddenly... Changed.

You stopped arriving late and leaving early. You started spending more time with your siblings. You had meals with them, talked to them, played with them, you went to sleep with them, you were becoming healthier, like any girl of your age should be. To his eyes, you were living the life you were supposed to. There was just one thing that bothered him: you still left the house to train. You left after breakfast and returned before dinner. And he knew you were training because you always took Aizetsu's sword with you.

He kept his silence as he continued to watch your routine.

You still came back hurt from your training, somehow even more hurt than before. He was wondering how could a woung girl like you get so much wounds in your arms and legs. And you were being secretive too, bandaging yourself in your bath as to not show your siblings anything. What were you up to?

Then, you changed again.

It wasn't clear at first, but he soon realized that you coming back home earlier and earlier. And you weren't as hurt as before. You also seemed a bit mind absent, not hearing your siblings calling you until they pulled your sleeve, or just staring at something for a prolonged period of time with no real reason. One of your siblings even pointed that out, and you replied shyly that you were thinking of a couple matters and got to caught up on it, but that it was nothing for them to worry.

Nonetheless, you were spending more and more time with your family, playing with them, talking, joking, caring for them. He once caught you and your siblings dancing and you showed them a small dance that you had been practicing for some time, and that it was not ready yet. You were actually living the life he had hoped for you from the beginning, but you still climbed up the mountain and stayed there for a couple of hours before coming down.

Maybe you were giving up on that path?

He thought that until he heard you waking up early again, making breakfast to them and leaving before everyone woke up.

Oh, no. Not this again.

He wasn't going to let you go back to that habit of yours, that made you sick for weeks. He had had enough. After waking your siblings up and sharing a short breakfast with them, he set up to follow you to the mountain.

Today, he would be "sincere" with you and ask you to give up. The very fact that you didn't come to him yet showed that you haven't been able to cut the boulder. He would lie to you and tell you that if you couldn't do that, even after one year he gave you the test, that you should give up. Maybe... That was all you needed to give up the path of a slayer. It was low blow? Yes, it was, and he knew that, but he couldn't spend not even one day more with you wasting your youth like that. He just couldn't.

However, when he finally found you, you had cut the boulder. You had actually did it.

It was then that he fell and cried. He had promised you that once you cut the boulder, he would sent you to the Final Selection. He had to fulfill his words. He was about to sent you to slaughter! He was going to loose you too! But there was nothing he could do about it now, except be opened up with you.

He told you everything. All his feelings and thoughts. His sleepless nights worrying about you. The heavy burden he carried while lying to you. About all the people he lost due to this lifestyle, either by death or by not being able to be on the same page. He didn't spoke about his family, though, as even after years, that was a sensitive topic to him. Except this, he told you everything else.

And how you responded to that?

“I... I won't say I'm not upset that you tried to go against my wishes. I really am, because all this time, I thought I wasn't enough and you didn't train me properly because I wasn't worth the effort. But... I'm relieved that it wasn't the case, and that you were honest with me in the end. So, I won't blame you for anything, because all you've told me just shows that you really cared about me and my family, and that makes me happy, uncle.”

Oh, what did he, a sinful man, do to deserve such a sweet child as you? If only if you knew that those words of yours hurt him so much when he knew that he would have to send you to the Final Selection. He could only pray that you would come back to him and your family.

The day you left for the Final Selection, Hantengu couldn't sleep. The words you said as you went your way, left him stunned for the most of day, and echoed as ghosts of the past. More specifically, the names you said. Sekido. Urogi. Karaku. When was the last time he heard or said those names?

It was a couple years back. He still remembered it as clear as day.

His students had been unable to survive the Final Selection, which he found odd. Dying was something common in this line of work, which was sad, but he learned to manage his feelings. However, it felt like his students were being purposely targeted. How could this be? He first thought that he hadn't prepared them enough, but even though he made the necessary adjustments and some of his best students went to the selection, they still died. He only learned what happened when Aizetsu returned from his selection. He was the only one to return. None of his brothers were with him. And his son wouldn't stop crying.

“Father... Why...?” He asked him as soon as he returned home, grabbing him by the clothes. “Why haven't you told us that mother became a demon? You said that an oni killed her! Not that she had turned into one!”

Yes. He hid it from his sons. It was easy, since his boys were already big enough to take care of themselves and their younger sibling even if both him and his wife were away. She had left to meet her father to discuss something, and had yet to return. He received a message that she had already left for home, yet there was no news of her. When he looked for her, he found out why. She had been attacked and turned on her way back home. He found her eating a young couple on an alley.

By the rules, he would have to kill her, and she had already eaten human flesh, unlike your siblings. There was no way to save her other than killing her. But he couldn't do it. Not to his wife. Not to the mother of your children. He couldn't kill her. So he fought and weakened her, leaving long lasting wounds on her body, and trapped her in the Mount Fujisakane, where she could never escape. He had cut and damaged pretty badly her wings to make sure she couldn't fly away, even if she healed. However, he was sure that with how badly he hurt her, she wouldn't be able to survive the Selection that was close by. He told everyone, including his sons, that his wife had died. His boys cried, sure, but they managed to live on their loss, and he thought the same, until Aizetsu returned and said those words.

“She attacked us, father! Mother tried to kill us! She killed everyone! I saw her eating them with my very eyes!” His son cried as their entire world fell around them. “Tell me, father! Why did you lie to us?! Why?!”

There it was. His answer. The why of all his students, and now his own sons, died in the Final Selection. His wife was killing and eating them. This was his punishment for his weakness, for his soft heart. The love of his life killed his children and he was an accomplice.

The night the Final Selection began, Hantengu left his house. He place a Wisteria charm around the house. It was never too much to be careful, especially against demons. Hantengu took a spare sword he had and began climbing the Mount Sagiri until he reached the split boulder. In front of it was the swords he made for his sons, and around the clearing, the swords his students who died. He came here yearly, on the anniversary of their deaths, to pay respects, to apologize for their deaths. After all, it was all his fault.

They should have known that as well, as they never appeared to him, neither as a ghosts nor in his dreams, unless it was to torment him in his nightmares. And yet, they appeared to you, and they apparently even helped you. He could only suppose it was with training. They should not want anyone else to die by his and his wife’s hands.

Hantengu fell to his knees in front of the split boulder and began to cry.

“I’m monster. I’m well aware of that. I know that the only thing I deserve from you is hate and spite. I have no right to be here in front of you nor to ask you anything, but...” He sobbed as he pressed his forehead to the ground. “I beg you! Please! Protect (Y/N)! You must have seen her all this time training! She just wants to save her brother and sister! She has no fault! She carries none of my sins! I’ll endure anything you want to do with me, even killing me! I know I deserve the worst! I just beg! I beg you to bring her back home, to her family, to where she belongs!”

Silence was his only response. He was alone. And alone, he sobbed, trying to deal with his own misery and despair. Maybe solitude was his punishment for something in his past life, and he was doomed to loose all of those he held dear. He stood up, still cleaning the tears that stubbornly ran down his cheeks and turned to leave.

“My love?” A voice called him, making him stop. It was a voice that he hadn’t heard in years, only in his dreams, more as a torment than as a delightful memory, but it was sweeter than he remembered. He turned slowly, and there he saw her, with the white, flower patterned kimono he had given her in their last wedding anniversary, with the very same blue eyes he fell in love with so many years ago. “You’ve grown old, my love. What is it? Did you forget how to take care of yourself after I left?” She asked with a soft giggle, and it sounded like music to his ears. He just stared at her in disbelief, making her laugh again. “What is this now? Did a cat caught your tongue? My Hantengu was never at a loss for words.”

“(W/N)…?” He tried his voice, but it came out trembling. “Is it… really you…? Am I… dreaming?”

“I can assure you, my love, you’re very much awake.” She said as she took her hand to the side of his face, brushing off a couple lasting tears. Her touch was cold and it sent shivers down his spine. “Now, this is odd. I don’t remember you crying so much like this, except in our marriage and when Sekido was born. What’s gotten to you, my love? Did these ten years changed you so much?”

Hantengu couldn’t reply. He fell to his knees as he hugged her, crying his heart out. (W/N) didn’t say anything. She just held him close and caressed his hair.

“(W/N)! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” He told her between his sobs. “I shouldn't have left you alone! I should have gone with you! If I had, you wouldn’t have been turned! Then, our sons wouldn’t have…!”

“Ssshhhhhhh.” She shushed him, her long fingers passing through his hair. “It was never your fault. There was no way either of us could have known or prepared for it, however we knew of the risks of this life when we chose it, didn’t we…? Don’t apologize.” She says as she breathes in deeply. “If anything, it is I who has to apologize. I… was the one who took their lives... Of your kids... Of our children... I am... The only one at fault, here...” She says, sobbing as tears fall down her face. “I am so... So sorry, my love...”

“None of you is at fault.”

“It's no one's fault.”

Those voices catch the couple's attention, especially Hantengu's, who turns quickly to face them, his face going pale. From the middle of the mist-surrounded trees, many children come forth. Each of them was using a haori with similar pattern of his and also having a mask of distorted figures, long teeth and a pair of horns, either on their faces, holding on their hands or hanging by their hips. Hantengu remembered that his sons began to make those masks as a way of role playing among themselves and his students, pretending to be slayers and onis. They all went to the Final Selection with their respective mask.

They all looked at them with sympathetic eyes, and began to speak. One after the other.

“Mother's death was a shock to us all. We all mourned for days.”

“It was also a surprise when I found you at the Final Selection, as an oni.”

“I didn't understand at first, when I died, but I did later...”

“Mom, you weren't the same back then, were you?”

“Father used to say that once one turns into an oni, they are not the same as they once were.”

“But, I guess father still loved you, even as an oni, and couldn’t kill you, literally and emotionally.”

“Father always made sure that you would be remember by how you were, how you took care of us.”

“Because of that and the shock, I couldn’t even think of killing you. Any of us could.”

“I remember seeing Sekido, Karaku, Urogi and Aizetsu trying to bring you back to your senses, even as you attacked them.”

“We know now that father was trying to keep the memory of you alive his own way.”

“And that mother was not in her best mind and moment of that time.”

“So, we don’t blame any of you. We never did.”

“So, no hard feelings, okay?”

As they spoke, a new round of tears came out from the two adults, who became the children in the situation. The kids then gathered and trapped them in a big hug.

“We know it must have been hard, for you two.”

“We’re sorry we didn’t come up earlier. We were thinking of a way of helping you both.”

“But it’s over. Everything was solved.”

“Mother is free and herself again.”

“Father doesn’t need to blame himself anymore.”

“We want you to move on.”

“We know it will take a while before mother and father can join us...”

“But we will be waiting for you!”

“We’ll be waiting right here!”

“So we’ll be a big family again!”

“That’s a promise, okay?”

“So don’t blame yourselves any longer.”

“It hurts us, seeing you two cry like that.”

They couldn’t say anything with those words. The couple just hugged their children back, that started to disappear, one by one. In the end, the two of them were alone. Hantengu stood up and looked at his wife, who was still wiping off her tears.

“(W/N)...” He called her, but was unable to continue.

“When I came here… I was so afraid… I thought that you hated me… for everything I’ve done to them… to you… I came here prepared to beg for your forgiveness… But I was so scared of you looking at me with the same eyes as him…” She said, before looking at him, caressing his cheek. “But then, I saw you… and realized my worries were for nothing.”

“I never blamed you... Never once...” He said, holding her cheek with his hand. “I just wished I could have done more for you.”

“You did. You respected and loved me, despite of what had become of me.” She said softly. “And you raised a wonderful girl to be a strong woman. (Y/N)... She’ll be a terrific slayer in the future.”

Hantengu couldn’t help the light chuckle leaving his mouth.

“She will. Definitely.” He said, closing his eyes and touched her forehead with his.

He breathed in deeply, enjoying the moment, before he opened his eyes. She was gone, and he was alone in front of the boulder. He looked at the swords of his sons. They hadn’t appeared to him.

“They still must be upset that I lied, huh?” He said, remembering how his sons were. “That’s okay. I’ll wait for as long as necessary, until you three forgive me.”

He then turned and started to climb down the mountain. It was late, and he wanted to make sure his new children were okay.

SNAP!

The sudden feeling made him stop. The man stopped what he was doing and looked up, up to the sky and the stars. It took him a while to understand what happened. Someone under him had died and the snapping feeling he felt was their bond being broken. He sighed, as he closed his eyes.

“What a hassle...” He mumbles to himself.

“Oi, Sankoji.” The voice of his companion gets him out of his thoughts. “Are you full already? If so, mind giving me that one?” He asked, pointing his long fingernail to the body in front of him, his golden eyes glowing with glutonny.

“I’m not.” The first one, Sankoji, said, glaring at him, the other’s face reflected in his dark eye.

The silence continued for a while, before the second demon asked.

“What’s up with you? You aren’t this thoughtful when eating.” He said, before chuckling a bit. “Careful. It will give you a bad digestion.”

“That’s stupid crap that humans made up, Shinjuro.” Sankoji says annoyed. He doesn’t understand why he still hangs around him. No. Actually he does. This guy is the least annoying and the most sane among the lower ranks. He sighs as he continues his midnight lunch. “It’s none of your business.”

“If you say so.” The other says, turning to his own prey.

Sankoji continues to eat as he tries to remember who that demon was. It doesn’t take long for him to do so.

He remembers a woman hanging around a village at night with her baggage, which he recognized as a couple of swords. Nichirin ones. He believed that he would be able to find out where that swordsmith village finally was if he turned her into an oni. He managed to find her, but the swords were gone, and so were most of her memories once she turned. He just left her there and went about his business. He didn’t know what became of her since then.

She did survive for quite the long time, huh? But she ultimately died, like many others before her. It was unfortunate though, since he could still feel her fading strength, and she had some potential. Sankoji checked her last memories, and he saw a young girl with red eyes and Hanafuda earrings.

He froze, staring at nothing, chills running down his back and his heart beating fast. He breathes in slowly, trying to focus on his food, but her image kept crawling back to his mind over and over again. He turned to see if his companion noticed his reaction, but their eyes met, with a shared uncontrollable fear. Not a single word is said as they stand up and leave, neither of them feeling hungry anymore, not with the fear running through their veins.

“Let’s kill her if we ever cross paths...” Sankoji and Shinjuro say at the same time, their eyes meeting once more, with the kanjis of ‘Fourth Rank’ and ‘Fifth Rank’ staring at each other.

I'll be honest with you guys... I almost cried a couple times writing this one.

Also, a slight warning: as a couple must have noticed, I was posting this on the Wednesdays and the Saturdays, but I'll go back to just posting on Saturdays because, it's taking me too long to write this, so I can't keep up. Once I get a bit more calm, with a couple more chapters prepared, I'll return to Wednesdays and Saturdays, okay? Hope you understand, and see ya!

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