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The silence was long, both hashira prostrated before Ubuyashiki as he gazed unseeingly at the pair. He shifted slightly, lifting a hand to the gentle breeze drifting through the porch and allowing it to curl through his fingers. The quiet birdsong ringing in the air soothed the young man’s soul along with the call of cicadas sounding from somewhere nearby. He hummed lowly, the ethereal timbre sounding soft over the rustling winds, “What a lovely day, isn’t it?”
Mitsuri nodded, a soft smile on her lips at the master’s obvious enjoyment, “Yes, master. The weather has been quite favorable as of late.”
Kagaya nodded, unfocused eyes sliding to her as he settled himself more comfortably on the low seat, “That it has, Kanroji-san. Spring is in full effect it seems.”
She nodded once more, watching closely as Kagaya settled his gaze on them again and forced herself not to fidget. He hummed thoughtfully, taking a moment to gather himself before addressing the waiting hashira, “I thank you, Iguro-san, Kanroji-san for joining me this afternoon. I know this meeting was called on such short notice.”
“Nonsense. We are here to serve,” Obanai reassured, bowing low under his master’s recognition, Kaburamaru slithering quietly on his shoulder, watching the others under his reddened gaze.
“Rise, my children. Your reverence is much appreciated, but unnecessary at this time,” Kagaya encouraged, casting an unseeing glance at his partner. Amane nodded, and the two pillars rose, taking a seat formally and awaiting further instruction, “I’m sure you’re wondering why I’ve summoned you both. There have been several reports of mysterious disappearances in Kawagoe. It is said that young couples come every year when the Sakura trees bloom and offer prayers at different shrines, most notably Hikawa.”
Mitsuri squeaked, cheeks tinting as she looked down at her lap. She fought not to fidget under the other’s gazes, but couldn’t help herself as Kagaya sent her a knowing smile, “I take it you’ve heard of this shrine, Kanroji-san?”
“Y-Yes, my lord. My parents met there, well at least they met in the city. Dad had been traveling with a group of friends, making a name for himself off his strength. He was quite a skilled martial artist back in the day, but I’m sure he’s still just as good now,” she giggled, clasping her hands together as a dreamy look crossed her face, “Mama was a traveling merchant and happened to be in the right place at the right time, I suppose. She bet a large sum of money against him, my father is very stubborn you see and had managed to annoy her with his incessant bragging. Well, long story short, he earned her wallet and her heart and it wasn’t long before they visited that very shrine a year or so later!”
She hummed happily, reminiscing the story her parents had told her so many years ago, but soon took note of the silence, a deep blush on her cheeks, “My apologies. I didn’t mean to ramble, but we visit the shrine every year to pay our respects.”
“Don’t apologize. It’s good to remember such fond memories,” Kagaya said sagely, reaching out to clasp hands with his beloved wife, “In any case, your knowledge of the area will come in handy. Iguro-san, Kanroji-san, you are to scour the city and report any unusual activity. This demon is rather reclusive and as such will require time to draw out.”
Obanai nodded, casting a quick glance at the love hashira, “Of course, master, we’ll take care of it.”
“Thank you,” Kagaya nodded, brushing his hand along the length of Amane’s sleeve while she smiled softly at his attention. She cast her eyes to the floor, but carried on, “The master has decided that your stay shall be indefinite at this time. The other hashira are more than capable of carrying on in your stead for the foreseeable future.”
Obanai stiffened, mismatched eyes flitting back to the floor as he considered the prospect. While he was glad to be able to spend time with his fellow pillar, he was overall concerned with leaving the corps behind for such a long time. He bit back his thoughts, Kaburamaru sliding along his shoulder to stare at Kagaya in his distraction, but was caught off guard by Mitsuri’s questioning.
“Um, my lady. If I may? Are you certain that our absence won’t be an issue? We have lost so many already, and the Kamado siblings and friends are still recovering,” She gulped, prostrating herself once more, “I mean no disrespect.”
Amane smiled, instructing the love hashira to rise once more, “None taken, dear. We understand your concerns and they have been dealt with. As it stands, the young ones are healing, yes, but have begun training once more. They have much strength and will to persevere. In regards to your fellow hashira, Gyomei and Sanemi have returned, and Muichiro is taking a brief rest at the Swordsmith village for repairs. If we have need we will send word, but this demon takes priority at the moment.”
Mitsuri nodded, falling silent as she gazed at the floor, partially chastised but reassured. Obanai hummed, glancing back at the pair with a fey eye, “Do we know how many they have slain?”
“There’s isn’t an accurate count as the city is a popular tourist town, but we estimate around one hundred couples to date,” Amane frowned, eyes dimming as she looked to the floor. Smooth skin reached her, twining fingers together as a stern look flit across Kagaya’s face, “We received word only a few days ago. Your task is to pose as a newlywed couple and gather as much intel as you can. Report back every three days, and stay alert. This demon should be considered as dangerous as an Uppermoon. Do you understand?”
“Yes, master,” they chorused, dipping their heads in respect.
Kagaya nodded, suddenly growing tired as worry pooled in the pit of his stomach, “You are dismissed. Please be prepared to leave by tomorrow morning and use the rest of today to finish up any last minute tasks. It may be some time before you two return.”
“Understood,” Obanai replied, rising to his feet and holding a hand out to Mitsuri. She blushed, but took his hand, rising as well and the pair bowed respectfully before exiting. When the echo of footfalls fell silent, Kagaya slumped, one hand smoothing through shoulder length locks as he fought down the wave of nausea he felt. Amane slipped her hands softly along the fabric of his sleeve, caressing softly until she reached his cheeks. Tender lips met the skin of his cheek as he leaned heavily into her frame, “I am sorry, darling.”
“Hush now,” Amane chided gently, embracing him and rubbing his back soothingly, “You have nothing to apologize for.”
Kagaya shook his head, unable to hide his despair from her, “I just wish things were different. Kibutsuji’s greed has caused much suffering.”
“Suffering that we are working to fix. Don’t lose hope, Kagaya-kun,” She encouraged, ignoring the quiet tears that fell against her shoulder. Kagaya was a private man, never letting on to how much pain and devastation he faced, and she knew that even though he held himself together in front of the others, he was overwhelmed and overcome with the heavy burden of his heritage and grief.
They spent some time in a tearful embrace, before he pulled away, planting a kiss on her forehead, “Thank you, darling. I don’t know what I would do without you.”
She smiled, a tinkling laugh on her lips as she helped him rise and guide him to their room, knowing he was far too stressed at the moment to carry on, “You’d be fine, dear, don’t be silly. I will be by your side always, so don’t even concern yourself with an idea like that.”
He nodded, a small smile on his lips as the two retired for the rest of the day.
~MoLWOH~
Obanai and Mitsuri walked in relative silence as the pair navigated their way out of Ubuyashiki’s home, both filled with thoughts of the upcoming battle. It was only as the warm sunlight bathed her skin that Mitsuri snapped back to herself, glancing over at her companion and offering him an apologetic smile, “Oh, I’m sorry, Iguro-san. I hope you weren’t too terribly bored.”
“Not at all, Kanroji-san,” he replied, shielding his eyes from the bright sun as they walked along one of the gravel paths leading away from the Ubuyashiki estate. The cicadas called louder, the sound grating on his nerves as he fought to stamp down on his own mounting frustration. A heavy sigh left his chest as he fret over the upcoming mission. Demons were of no consequence to him, but could he fight as effectively if Kanroji was at his side? It was no secret how taken he had become to the love pillar, seeking out her company and writing her letters in his spare moments, but would he be able to fight knowing she was in danger?
“Um, Iguro-san? Are you okay? You seem a bit.. tense,” she worried, looking over him in concern while Kaburamaru raised his head to flick his tongue at her.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking about the mission. I don’t know how well we’ll be able to pull this off. We haven’t had much time to train together, so I’m not sure if our fighting styles will mesh,” he sighed, unsure of himself.
Mitsuri stiffened, understanding but a bit hurt at his lack of confidence, “Yeah, it probably would’ve been better to train more. I’m sorry.”
Obanai turned, surprised at the sadness in her voice, “No, no! Don’t apologize! I didn’t mean it that way.”
She nodded, shooting him a strained smile, “I know you didn’t, but you’re right anyway. We need to at least get a basic understanding of each other’s techniques.”
He hummed in acknowledgement, mismatched eyes sliding up to the sky. They still had several hours of daylight left, and figuring they might as well get started soon rather than later, he extended a hand to her, “Kanroji-san, if you have time later on today, would you spar with me?”
“O-Of course!” She agreed, smiling brightly at the invitation, “What time works best for you?”
Obanai considered it for a moment, “Let’s meet back here an hour before sunset? That should give us plenty of time to run through the basics.”
She bounced slightly on her heels, excitement returning at the chance to train with the elusive pillar, “Sure thing! I’m going to stop by the butterfly mansion real quick. Do you need anything while I’m there?”
“Not at the moment, but thank you,” he smiled, watching as she nodded and waved before taking off further down the street, an excited squeal ringing through the air.
He laughed quietly, taking note of Kaburamaru’s eyes on him. The snake dipped low, nudging his hand briefly while Obanai scratched the top of his scales, “I know, my friend. She’s quite energetic, huh?”
Kaburamaru nodded, slithering up his charge’s arm before settling himself securely around his neck. With one last glance at the sky, Obanai turned, heading down a side road that led to the back of the demon corps estate, intent on finding the person he was looking for. It took several long minutes, but eventually the open patio came into view once more, a lone figure lying under the shaded roof, relaxed and carefree for a change of pace. Obanai hummed, eyeing the surroundings, allowing himself a few moments to reminisce on the many meetings held here in the luscious courtyard before climbing the wooden steps with a sense of urgency.
“Sanemi? What are you doing lazing about?” He called, settling down along the back wall close to the dozing hashira.
Sanemi sighed, cracking an eye to look over in disinterest at the snake hashira, “Man, that’s the first thing you say when I come back? Some friend you are.”
“Mm, weren’t you the one that said sentimentality is weakness?” Obanai retorted, cracking a smile alongside his longtime friend, though he was careful not to let it show.
Sanemi laughed, unabashed at the other man’s words. He took a moment to regain himself, turning on his side to stare at the snake with a sense of pride, “Now you’re getting it. I’ve only had to tell you like a thousand times by now.”
Obanai nodded, content to let the other man have his fun for the time being. A small hum passed his lips as he pointed to the younger man, “Yes, yes, I’m sure you’ve droned about it on and on. If you ask me, I think you just like to hear yourself talk.”
Sanemi bristled for a moment, one hairless eyebrow raising in disbelief. Banter between them was always easy, and it wasn’t as if they weren’t fond of one another, but even Sanemi had to admit that he had a rather short fuse and it didn’t exactly help that he’d just returned from a rather taxing mission. Snorting in displeasure, he reclined back and muttered out a vague threat, “Point the other way, snake. I’ve known you long enough to know you got a mouth on you. Always yapping and whatnot.”
Obanai frowned, but conceded, knowing that the two men had been fast friends practically since the beginning. He usually did confide in the younger man, both bonding over a mutual respect of the other and mutual dislike concerning the same people. Sanemi was one of the few people he actually felt comfortable around and appreciated his company, though he’d never say it given how volatile the wind hashira could be. “Mm, well that aside, I didn’t come here for idle chit chat. Firstly, how was the mission?”
Sanemi grinned, pulling back the sleeve of his haori to show off his newly bandaged bicep with pride, “Nothing the good ol’ blood couldn’t fix. Stupid bastards never see it coming.”
Obanai frowned at the other man’s disregard for his body, but kept his comment to himself, simply offering his congratulations for a job well done, “Good work. Anything particularly interesting this time around?”
“Not really. Just another demon terrorizing a village in the countryside. It started with cattle at first, but I guess when it finally realized animal blood wouldn’t sate it, it started killing off families,” Sanemi spat, a snarl on his lips as he recounted the mission, “I wasn’t fast enough. I caught it right as it slayed a young girl. I tried to save her but she didn’t make it..”
“I’m sorry for your loss,” he intoned politely, leaving his voice bare of emotion. Sanemi was a flighty individual and despite his gruff nature, he knew that the wind pillar would agonize over his perceived failure in silence. There was one time, long ago now, that he hadn’t been as abrasive or closed off, but with the death of his love, he’d shut down and stamped every bit of emotion down into a ball. It wasn’t healthy and certainly wasn’t a good way to live, but Obanai could sympathize, having long ago adopted the same manner of coping.
Sanemi nodded, choosing not to respond as he closed his eyes once more, a weary sigh on his lips, “Well that aside, why did you really come? It’s not like you to actively seek my company without a reason.”
“That’s because you usually bite my head off any other time,” Obanai retorted, rolling his eyes at the other man’s snort and disbelieving stare. He shrugged, not phased in the slightest, “Oh well, you aren’t entirely wrong, though. I did come here to speak with you.”
“Knew it,” Sanemi laughed, but turned back to focus on the normally stoic man, “Well come on, I don’t have all day.”
“Hold your horses,” Obanai grumbled, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. Mismatched eyes slid to the roof, exasperation lacing his words, “Look, I know we don’t speak about this often, but it’s about Kanroji.”
A loud groan snapped his attention back, “Man, don’t even try that shit with me. She’s all you ever talk about!” Sanemi said, rolling his eyes and clasping his hands under his chin. He batted his eyes for good measure and put on his best ‘snake hashira’ impression, “‘She’s just so cute, I get sooo nervous around her’, ‘Kanroji is so sweet! Did I tell you she made me a bento today? Well three actually!’ And don't even get me started about when she writes to you. You get the same goofy smile every single time.”
Obanai frowned, thoroughly insulted and incredibly embarrassed, “God forbid I be happy about anything.”
Sanemi shook his head, realizing he’d taken it too far. He reached out, clasping a hand on the other man’s shoulder and attempted to apologize, “Sorry. I forget you’re sensitive.”
“Forget it,” Obanai shrugged the other man off, Kaburamaru hissing softly in his ear as he closed himself off again. He glanced back at the courtyard, no longer feeling up for company, “I just wanted to say that Kanroji and I will be leaving for a mission tomorrow.”
“Oh, okay,” the wind hashira frowned, sensing the shift, and realized how badly he must have hurt his friend’s feelings, “How long will you be gone this time?”
Obanai shrugged, Kaburamaru turning his red eyes to the wind hashira as he flicked his tongue, “For the foreseeable future.”
“Wait, wait, wait. What do you mean by that?” He asked, a little worried.
“What I said. There’s a demon hiding out in Kawagoe, and we’ve been assigned to take care of it.”
Sanemi frowned, sitting up and staring, “You and Kanroji?”
“Yes.”
“Must be some demon if you’re having to team up,” The wind hashira hummed, watching as the other man stiffened. Realizing he’d probably offended him, again he carried on before he could keep putting his foot in his mouth, “Not that you aint strong or anything. I’m just saying it’s weird.”
“Yeah, there aren’t many details to go off of but from what they gather, it’s as strong as an Uppermoon,” Obanai bit out, hands clenched while Kaburamaru hissed soothingly. He sighed, relaxing slightly and continued on, “It’s said to be targeting couples in the area. Master thought it would be best to go undercover to gather more intel.”
Sanemi paused, reading between the lines as the older man shifted uneasily. He smiled softly, understanding why the snake hashira had been so irritable and made a conscious effort to stop being an ass. “It’ll be alright. I’m sure it’s nothing you two can’t handle.”
Obanai sighed, thoroughly exhausted as he turned back to the wind hashira again, taking a chance and opening up once more, “It’s not that, er I guess it kind of is? I’m just.. worried. Kanroji is a hashira, so I know she can hold herself well, but I..”
“You’re concerned about her,” Sanemi finished when Obanai fell silent. The snake pillar nodded, dropping his head and hiding his face. Sanemi sighed internally, biting back his feelings are dumb spiel seeing as the other man was seriously contrite, “It’s only natural to worry about someone you care for, but you’ll be there for her right? It’s not like she’s going at this alone.”
“I know,” Obanai whispered, drawing his knees to his chest and resting on his arms, “It’s just rough, you know? What if.. I fail her?”
Sanemi frowned, memories best left to rot flashing before his eyes. Biting his cheek, he forced the emotion down, unable to handle the pain it wrought and whispered back harshly, “You won’t. I know you, Obanai, and I know that you’d never let anything harm her. Not while you’re still standing.”
Obanai nodded, falling silent at Sanemi’s encouragement. It wasn’t often that the other man was kind, certainly not even considerate to another person’s plight, and he felt a bit touched by the gesture. He turned, catching the wind hashira’s gaze and nodded, “Thank you, Sanemi.”
He nodded gruffly, slamming his hands in his sleeves as he reclined against the wall. “Don’t mention it, ever,” he stressed.
“I won’t. God forbid anyone think you have a heart,” Obanai laughed, jumping up as Sanemi threw a punch, missing by a mile as the two fist fought under the canopy before moving to the courtyard to spar wholeheartedly without fear of tearing up Ubuyashiki’s home. Sanemi contented himself to beat the snot out of the other man, understanding Obanai’s teasing for what it truly was, a way to push past their overwhelming emotions and a final attempt at a pleasant memory before the uncertainty of tomorrow. With a half-hearted cry, the two hashira met in a clash of fists, battling out their feelings in a flurry of strikes and parries.
~MoLWOH~
Mitsuri smiled, humming happily as she wandered through the halls of the butterfly mansion, intent on finding her longtime friend. Stopping before a set of shoji doors, Mitsuri rapped on the wood, waiting until the soft patter of footsteps approached. She bounced softly on her heels as the door opened to reveal a mildly surprised butterfly pillar.
Mitsuri squealed, hugging the younger woman, “Shinobu-chan! Shinobu-chan! It’s so good to see you!”
“Good to see you too, Mitsuri!” Shinobu wheezed, relaxing slightly as the love hashira loosened her grip. She took a second to fix her rumpled clothes before looking back at the pinkette curiously, “What brings you by? You aren’t hurt, are you?”
The love pillar smiled at her friend’s concern and shook her head, “Not this time, but I have news! Are you busy right now?”
Shinobu paused, glancing back into the room nervously before turning back, strained smile in place, “As a matter of fact, I am. Do you mind waiting for me out in the garden? It’ll only take me a little bit longer.”
Mitsuri nodded sheepishly, “Sure thing. I’m sorry if I interrupted you.”
“No worries,” Shinobu reassured, waving her hand dismissively, “Just an unruly patient, that’s all. I’ll be along shortly.”
“Alright, sorry to keep you. Oh, and tell Tomioka-san I said hello,” she called sweetly, turning and rushing down the hall as an annoyed bug pillar called angrily after her. She giggled madly, a door slamming behind her as she bolted down another corridor, mindful of the few passing aids as she maneuvered her way to the back of the estate. The sun shone brilliantly beyond the canopy, lighting up the enclosed garden along with a small group of people, a bright checkered haori and mop of red hair standing out in the yard.
“Tanjiro-kun!” She called, racing even faster before jumping off the edge. She heard her name being called before a pair of arms reached out to catch her, failing miserably as the two toppled to the ground in a tangled mess.
Laughter filled the air as she flopped over on the grass, looking over at an easily flustered group. She giggled once more as a man wearing a boar head and a yellow haired man stared down at the two, one incredibly angry and bristling at her unexpected appearance, while the other stared at her in shock before holding the boar man back, “Tanjiro-kun, are these your friends? The ones you mentioned before?”
“Y-Yeah,” he wheezed, catching his breath as his ribs heaved, “Inosuke, calm down please! It’s alright.” he reassured, standing up and reaching down to help Mitsuri to her feet. She caught the grimace on his face and her smile fell as she fussed over the healing man.
“Oh, I’m so sorry! Master Ubuyashiki said you were training again, I didn’t think you were still hurt,” She apologized, bowing low despite Tanjiro’s protest.
“It’s fine, Kanroji-san, really. I just wasn’t expecting you to drop by,” he smiled, turning back to his friends who were now trying to maim each other, “Guys, guys settle down! I’d like you to meet Kanroji Mitsuri, the love pillar.”
“Love pillar?” Zenitsu questioned, eyeing her uncertainly but smiling nonetheless a blush on his face as he took in her uniform. Tanjiro cuffed him round the ear, whispering for him to stop being a perv before looking back at a suddenly curious Inosuke. Said boar man was currently eyeing the hashira, snorting in contempt as he studied the unassuming woman, “She’s a pillar? This scrawny looking girl?”
Mitsuri tensed, smile strained while Tanjiro smacked his arm, “Inosuke that’s not nice!”
“I’m just saying,” Inosuke drawled, scratching the back of his head and glancing back between his friend and the hashira before tacking on a, “No offense.”
“Right,” she dismissed, trying to be civil, “Nice to meet you. Tanjiro-kun’s told me lots about you!”
“He did?” Zenitsu hummed, looking over at the redhead with a sense of pride. He puffed out his chest and stood tall, trying and failing to keep the smugness out of his voice, “Well, good. It’s about time he recognized just how great we are.”
Tanjiro frowned, casting a half-hearted glare at the other man, “I never suggested you weren’t.”
“No, but you sure did hog all the glory, didn’t you?” Zenitsu bantered, a scowl on his face as he moved to punch his shoulder half-heartedly, “C’mon, admit it! You really needed us in the entertainment district.”
Inosuke snorted, smacking the lightning breath user on the back of the head with a little more force than necessary, “Needed you? You were so weak you couldn’t lop off that girl’s head without my help.”
“What’d you say?” Zenitsu growled, flinging himself at the boar with a loud cry. The two wrestled for some time, volleying insults back and forth amongst themselves while the other two watched on with interest.
Mitsuri huffed for a moment before turning to Tanjiro, “Aside from all of that, how are you holding up? I’d heard about your mission, but I never got the chance to stop by.”
“As best we can,” Tanjiro sighed, guilt radiating off him in waves, “I just wish Tengen-san hadn’t been hurt. I’m sure you’ve heard about his retirement by now.”
The two men paused, fight forgotten as they quickly moved over to the despondent man. Zenitsu clapped him on the back, “Don’t be so down on yourself. He’s still kicking thanks to you and Nezuko.”
Mitsuri paused, ultimately confused by the exchange but another voice broke over the yard, snapping their attention to the small butterfly girl with her hair pulled into two pigtails. Hard blue eyes focused on the three men as she called out, “How many times do I have to tell you three idiots to keep your butts in bed! And quit being so loud! We have other patients besides you, you know!”
The trio flinched, nerves on edge as the young woman hurried over, bowing in respect to Mitsuri, “Good evening, love pillar. I hope these three haven’t been giving you a hard time.”
Mitsuri watched as they cowered, clearly intimidated by the smaller girl. She giggled softly at the younger woman, “No, no, Aoi. The boys were just telling me a little about their time at the entertainment district, that’s all.”
“They’re supposed to be resting,” She insisted, glaring at them once more and smiling as they withered under her gaze, “I know you three are eager to get back to training, but your bodies need time to heal too. Look at you, Kamado-san! I leave you guys unattended for ten minutes and you go and reopen your wounds!”
Tanjiro frowned, glancing down to notice the red patch spreading across his haori, “Oh, I didn’t notice,” he mumbled, pulling the edge aside to reveal a quickly staining wrap along the right side of his body.
“Oh no, Tanjiro-kun I’m so sorry!” Mitsuri apologized, rushing to fuss over the boy despite his reassurances. Aoi watched with a sigh, coming over to assess the bleeding boy. Mitsuri frowned, and stepped aside muttering apologies and telling Aoi about her earlier greeting.
“Well, it’s no wonder you didn’t feel it then. Adrenaline is a hell of a thing,” she hummed, but sighed as she pulled his haori back over his chest, “You popped three stitches, but it’s not anything serious. Try to take it easy on them in the future, okay Kanroji-san?”
“Yes ma’am,” she nodded, thoroughly ashamed of herself.
Aoi nodded, but gave her hand a brief squeeze before turning to the boys once more, “Now you three, back to your room. No buts!” she bit out, Inosuke snapping his mouth shut and grumbling quietly. “As for you, Kamado-san, I’ll help you with your stitches. Now move it! All of you.”
Mitsuri watched them go, the courtyard quiet once more as the sun drifted farther in the sky. With a heavy sigh, she walked over to the shaded overhang and plopped down on the warmed wood. The silence stretched on for some time, Mitsuri getting lost in her thoughts with nothing else to occupy her time.
The soft rustling of cloth was the only warning she had before Mitsuri felt a small fist knock the back of her head, only a slight sting as Shinobu peered over her, “You’re dead.”
“Ugh, no fair. You’re always so quiet, Shinobu-chan,” Mitsuri frowned, rubbing her scalp for a moment before frowning at the girl, “And why’d you hit me so hard?”
“Oh come on, it’s not like it hurts,” Shinobu chided, settling beside the other girl gracefully.
“Well no, it doesn’t but you’re not still mad about earlier, are you?”
Shinobu stiffened but shook her head, a blush on her cheeks. Mitsuri smiled softly, reaching out to clasp hands with the bug pillar and whispering quietly, “Well, for what it’s worth I think you two make a good match. He smiles more when you’re around.”
“Mm, I’m not too sure. He’s so stoic, you know,” Shinobu sighed, smile faltering around her longtime friend, “Besides, we don’t exactly have time for romance.”
Mitsuri frowned, turning back to the yard as she tried to find the right words. It wasn’t exactly the easiest to say, but she knew the younger woman needed a bit of encouragement if there was ever a chance for the two pillars. She hummed quietly, looking up at the sky as she mulled over her words, “I think, it’s best if you and he talked things out. Tomorrow isn’t promised, and carrying your feelings is a heavy burden. If something were to happen, could you handle it if you never got to tell him?”
Shinobu frowned, but accepted the advice, “I’ll think about it.”
“That’s all I ask. You two really would make a good couple though,” Mitsuri smiled, watching a genuine one light up the bug pillar’s face.
“Thank you, but somehow I don’t think that’s the real reason why you’re here, is it?” Shinobu hummed, glancing over at the suddenly floundering pinkette, “My, oh my, is it something juicy? Is it bad?”
Mitsuri shook her head, cheeks pinked as she looked out over the yard, “No nothing like that, but I’m not sure how to handle this.”
Shinobu nodded, waiting for her to go on while Mitsuri clapped her hands over her cheeks, “Okay. It sounds silly but Iguro-san and I were assigned to a mission in Kawagoe. There’s a demon preying on young couples, and the master thought it’d be best for us to go undercover and investigate, but I’m just so nervous!”
Shinobu laughed, airy and light despite Mitsuri’s embarrassment, “Oh, I see. So are you worried about the mission or spending time with him?”
“Both!” she cried, flopping on her back and kicking her legs excitedly, “He’s just so cute, and sweet, and I don’t know what to do! How are we going to pull this off if I’m so nervous I can’t focus?”
“You’ve never had an issue before, so why now?” she hummed, coaxing the older woman to sit up and face her problem head on, “It’s just another mission. Treat it like such.”
Mitsuri frowned, tears building in her eyes, “I can’t, Shinobu. I really like him! What am I going to do when we get there and actually have to act like a couple? I don’t think my heart can take it.”
“So let me get this straight. You aren’t upset about the mission per se but how you’ll survive the romance?” The bug pillar said, watching the other girl as she nodded desperately.
Shinobu frowned, bonking the older woman on the head and handing her a handkerchief from her inner coat pocket. She ignored Mitsuri’s watery thanks and waited patiently until she calmed down a little. “Look, I’m not sure how to help exactly. If you like him, then why not enjoy it? Pretend it’s like a trial run, y’know? See if you two click.”
Mitsuri sniffled, blowing her nose into the cloth as she tried to settle down. She knew she was an emotional girl but this was just getting ridiculous, even for her, “That’s the thing. I already like him, Shinobu. What if he doesn’t feel the same?”
Shinobu snorted indelicately, hand flying to her mouth as she tried and failed to stop laughing. Mitsuri watched despairingly, crying again as the younger girl heaved and clutched her sides, laughter dying down to giggles after some time, “O-Oh Mitsuri.. You really don’t see it?”
“See what?” she sniffled, confused and incredibly upset.
Shinobu smiled, reaching out to pat the other girl’s shoulder, “That boy’s head over heels for you. Has been for quite some time.”
Mitsuri paused, wiping her eyes on the back of her sleeves as she glanced back at her friend. She didn’t dare to hope, but Shinobu nodded back, sincerity in her voice, “He’s always watching out for you, Mitsuri-chan. Don’t you see how much he worries over you? Why do you think he sends you letters, or takes you out for meals. I mean, come on! He even gave you those socks just because you felt uncomfortable showing so much skin. What man would do that for someone he wasn’t interested in?”
Mitsuri nodded, wiping her eyes several more times until she finally managed to calm down. Her heart beat painfully in her chest, “Do you really think so?” she mumbled incredibly embarrassed but needing some reassurance as her heart lay bare.
“I know it. Hell the sun practically rises and sets on your say so,” Shinobu smiled, accepting the gentle hug as Mitsuri thanked her over and over, ranting and raving over her friend's kind heart and reassurance. After a moment, Mitsuri pulled away, gasping sharply before jumping up and turning to the sky, “Oh, gosh. I nearly forgot. I promised Iguro-san that we’d train before sunset.”
Shinobu laughed, accepting Mitsuri’s hand and rose gracefully, “Well you best get going then. Don’t keep your boyfriend waiting~” she teased, watching Mitsuri’s face wash completely pink and bursting into a fit of giggles, “I’m just teasing, Mitsuri, relax.”
“Well, actually could I ask you for one last thing?” Mitsuri mumbled, embarrassed to have forgotten, but knowing she should hurry along, “I need to refresh my medical supplies. Do you have any extra bandages and medicine?”
Shinobu nodded, guiding the older woman down the hall as they made their way back to the front of the butterfly mansion, “Of course, just leave your pack with me. I’ll stock it up while you train, but remember to come pick it up before you leave.”
Mitsuri smiled brightly, hugging Shinobu once more before handing over a small purple bag hidden beneath the standard hashira cloak, “Thank you, Shinobu. You’re the best!”
“You’re welcome, now hurry up and go. You’re going to be late!” The bug pillar fussed, shooing the other woman down the steps and watching her sprint towards Ubuyashiki’s home.
“They really would make a cute couple, huh?” She heard a familiar voice murmur not too far behind her. She turned as the man strode to her side, watching the trail of dust in Mitsuri’s wake, “She certainly is spirited enough. I’m sure she’ll give him a run for his money.”
“Oh?” She smiled, staring at the water pillar with a disapproving glare, “You’ve taken to spying on us now?”
Giyuu hummed, a soft smile on his face as he looked down at her, “Not really. I got rather bored waiting in your room and she’s not exactly the quietest person, is she?”
Shinobu giggled, conceding his point as she turned and stalked back toward her room, “No, but she’s got a big heart and a lot of love. Obanai's a lucky man.” She took a moment, hand coming to rest on her cheek as she fumbled around with the idea, “I’d be surprised if they don’t come back engaged.”
Giyuu faltered, quickly correcting his misstep and following after the smiling woman. He eyed her uncertainly, a little flustered at the presumption, “Seriously? You think they’ll move that quickly?”
“Of course,” she said, sliding open the door and ushering him back inside, “They’ve got a couple years of catching up to do, if you ask me.”
He watched her silently for a few minutes, waiting as she rummaged through Mitsuri’s bag before moving around the room and collecting supplies, stopping every once in a while to reorganize a misplaced bottle or wrap. As she wandered around mumbling to herself about reorganizing her personal stock, he wandered over, trapping her smaller frame against the cabinet, hands settling on either side of her as he settled his weight on the countertop, “All this talk about Obanai and Mitsuri has me thinking. Do you feel like we are moving too slow?”
He watched as her ears turned red, body stiff as she tried and failed to keep her nerves out of her voice, “Not at all, Tomioka-san.”
“Giyuu,” he corrected, bending down and wrapping his arms around her waist. His head settled atop hers as he breathed in her subtle perfume, “We’re alone now, you know. It’s okay to use my name.”
She blushed, fighting down the urge to push him away as he pulled her closer. Even though the two had been seeing each other for a little while now, she had a hard time relaxing around him, always flighty and nervous especially when he was so direct. She mumbled softly, curling further toward the worktop as she tried to hide her embarrassment, “I’ll think about it.”
“Mm, well I suppose that’s the best I can ask for,” he sighed, pulling away slowly before padding over to one of the cushions set out for their use.
Shinobu stayed frozen, curled up against the counter for a few minutes before she turned around, flush on her face and unable to look in his eye. “Giyuu..” she whispered, glancing at him briefly before looking away once more, “I, um.. I’m trying. I know it’s hard.. Me taking things so slow, but I-” she cut off, caught off guard as he rose, advancing quickly and pulling her into a warm embrace.
“It’s okay, Shinobu. I know you are,” he breathed, stroking her hair gently as she hid her blush in his chest. He smiled softly as she relaxed into his arms, one hand clinging to the front of his haori, “I’ll wait as long as it takes.”
~MoL:WOH~
Mitsuri stopped, nearly panting as she slowed her pace just outside of Ubuyashiki’s home. She took a second, hands on her knees as she caught her breath before smoothing out her clothes and patting down her hair. It was silly she knew, but womanly pride demanded she look her best, especially for their very first training session. With one final check, she hurried up the steps, refraining from skipping and reminding herself to stay composed as she navigated her way through the estate. Several long minutes passed with her slowed pace, when she overheard grunting and what sounded like blows being thrown. She ran, speeding down the hall as the edge of the house came into view and jumped from the ledge, turning to the sound and watching in shock as Obanai and Sanemi heaved, dodging punches and strikes as they tried to outmaneuver one another.
Mitsuri watched in alarm and a bit of excitement as she watched the two men spar, trying desperately not to stare at their state of undress but ultimately failing as the pair danced around each other, muscles rippling from exertion. She blushed, heart beating fast as she took note of Sanemi’s power, his strikes landing with heavy force that left Obanai momentarily stunned each time they connected. Obanai however was quick to recover, flitting his lithe build around the bulkier man with a practiced ease. Thoroughly impressed, and not in a hurry to stop the two, she made her way to the ledge once more, centering herself and watching the pair from afar.
Sanemi frowned, leaning to the side to avoid a well-timed punch and caught a glimpse of the thoroughly entranced hashira. He made to stop, attempting to back away but was caught off guard as Obanai dropped, sweeping a leg out and effectively knocking the wind hashira to the ground. He grunted, winded for a moment before rolling away as Obanai went in for another punch, “Alright already. Chill out.” he panted, holding his hand up as the two rested for a few moments. Obanai rose first, offering a hand out and pulled Sanemi up quickly, “Why’d you stop? Normally you don't tap out this fast.”
Sanemi snorted, thumbing in the direction of the love hashira and glaring at the snake pillar, “First off, shut up. I don’t tap out, and secondly I think your girlfriend is waiting for you.”
Obanai frowned, wiping the sweat from his brow as he turned to stare at the curious slayer. He blushed, a bit nervous as he scooped up his haori and threw it on haphazardly in his haste. He missed her pout, but watched as she stood, brushing off her skirt and making her way over to them, smile in place.
“Shinazugawa-san, Iguro-san! What a good fight!” She chirped, stopping before them as she gushed over the two, “You guys move so fast! I had a hard time keeping up for a minute there. Do you two train often? You looked so cool out there, like you’ve done this for years!”
Sanemi snorted, unused to the praise, but refrained from making too harsh of a comment considering Obanai actually cared for her, “Yes, Kanroji-san we do train together from time to time.”
“Oh well that’s good! Training is fun! Especially when you get excited and your heart goes BADUM and your muscles WOOSH and it’s just so exciting!” She carried on, smile faltering as Sanemi gave Obanai an exasperated look. The snake pillar sighed softly, but extended her an olive branch, “It is exciting, that’s for sure.”
Mitsuri flushed completely, withering under Sanemi’s scorn, but she plastered on a small smile and backed away, hands clasped behind her to keep from trembling, “Well, anyway, you two seem rather tired, and you’re hot. I mean you’re sweaty! Not that you aren’t hot, but um what I mean is.. Let me go get you something to drink!”
She flushed further, casting her eyes to the ground in embarrassment before doubling back to the estate, completely missing the way Obanai choked on nothing, coughing into his hand as she ran from them. Sanemi sighed, shaking his hair and wiping the sweat off his face, “You sure do know how to pick ‘em.”
“Shut up,” he wheezed, settling down under the shaded tree as he tried desperately to calm his heated blood. She hadn’t really just called them hot did she? Although he felt a small flare of jealousy at her attention toward his friend, it fizzled out with the knowledge that he was no real competition. In any case, Mitsuri was often rather loose with words, and he didn't put it past her to say something carelessly in her excitement. Deciding to ignore the comment, he waited as Kaburamaru slithered down from his perch, having taken to resting in the shady blossom tree since they weren’t training seriously. He picked up the rested snake, patting its scales before looking over to the wind hashira, “I’m sorry we had to cut our spar early. I promised Kanroji-san we would train together before we leave in the morning.”
“It’s fine, wuss,” Sanemi laughed despite Kaburamaru’s hiss, and stretched languidly for a moment before turning to the sky, “It is getting late though and I need a bath. I think I’m gonna head out, but be safe out there. Don’t die.”
Obanai nodded, smiling softly at Sanemi’s half-hearted attempt at a ‘goodbye’, “I won’t. See you later, ‘Nemi.”
Sanemi nodded, tossing a hand up carelessly as he turned and left the garden, leaving Obanai alone with his thoughts. Kaburamaru hissed softly, twisting around his arm and taking up a position of watch while Obanai rested. He had been a little more tired than he’d let on, and didn’t want to waste any more energy than necessary since they still had work to do. He focused on his breathing, evening it out into a slow rhythm as he took account of the bruises and aches in his body courtesy of one overenthusiastic wind pillar. He’d be fine in no time, but found that he desperately wished for a bath of his own, hoping the warm water would be enough to ease his discomfort before they hit the road.
“Um, Iguro-san?” he heard Mitsuri call, eyes flashing open as she glanced around the courtyard, “Where did Shinazugawa-san go?”
“He left not long ago,” Obanai hummed, watching as she settled beside him a respectable distance away. She shot him a smile as she set a tray between them, taking a moment to pour water in one of the two cups before handing it to him, “I see. That’s too bad. I hope I didn’t interrupt your training.”
Obanai smiled, accepting the cup gratefully before turning aside and pulling his bandage down quickly, draining his cup in one long pull. He sighed softly, fixing his wrap before turning back to her, “Don’t worry about it. We hadn’t intended on sparring. It just kind of happened.”
She nodded and waited as he set the cup down before pouring him another glass and one for herself since Sanemi would no longer be joining them, “I get it. It’s always nice being able to spend time with friends.”
Obanai chuckled, “You’re right but I wouldn’t say that around him. Sanemi isn’t exactly the ‘friendly’ type.”
Mitsuri giggled, smile soft as she watched a few petals fall from the tree, wind whipping around them almost mockingly, “Hmm, you better be careful. I think he might’ve heard you.”
Obanai laughed, reclining against the tree and taking another swig of water as he relaxed, “Mm, I’m not scared of that oaf. Worst comes to worse, we’ll fight again, but truthfully that’s just his way of playing, I’m sure.”
She laughed along, the sound soothing something in him as he watched her carefree expression. One hand nursed her cup, taking a sip before setting it back down on the tray. Her eyes drifted up to watch the falling blossoms as she hummed a tune he didn’t recognize. She carried on for a moment, tucking her braid behind her ear as the wind whipped once more before she turned to him, a blush on her cheeks as she caught him staring, “Oh, I’m sorry. Did I do something weird?”
“No, not at all. I was just listening,” he replied, looking away as she squeaked in embarrassment, “Don’t worry, you sounded.. peaceful.”
She nodded, practically jumping from her spot as she turned away from the snake hashira, “T-Thank you.. But um, are you ready to get started? I don’t mean to rush you, take all the time you need! I just don’t want to inconvenience you any more tonight.”
Obanai frowned, rising from his spot, Kaburamaru flicking his tongue to scent her change in mood, “You haven’t bothered me at all, Kanroji-san, but if you’re ready we can get started. Thank you for the refreshment as well.”
She stuttered out ‘no problem’ before clapping her cheeks together while they moved further away from the tree and the master’s home, knowing they’d need some space to truly move. Get it together, girl! You’re a hashira for crying out loud!
The two squared off, facing each other as they came to the edge of the forest, a small area far enough from the mansion where they would be able to fight freely without destroying Ubuyashiki’s home. Obanai gestured to the trees, voice hardened as she snapped to attention, “Alright, Kanroji-san. I’m not overly familiar with your fighting style, but according to Rengoku’s praise, it would seem you’re more suited to long range attacks, am I correct?”
She nodded, but quickly amended, “Yes and no. My sword is specially designed for my muscle mass.” She took a moment, unsheathing her sword and allowing him to see the limply hanging blade, “It’s longer than most swords, more like a whip than a katana, but it’s durable and can keep up with my particular breathing style.”
“I see,” he mulled the knowledge over, examining the pink and black blade quietly. The sword was long, easily stretching out to twice, maybe even three times a regular katana’s length, and decorated cutely from the hilt up but that didn’t come as a shock considering its owner. It certainly looked unassuming as it dangled in her grasp, but he had to admit he was rather intrigued by the possibilities. He eyed her for a moment before pointing back at the tree, “Will you show me? I’ve not seen a sword like yours before.”
She smiled, grin settling on her face as she nodded her acceptance before taking off toward the tree line. She knew she wasn’t the fastest hashira, but she was one of the strongest, and her unique physique allowed her a distinct advantage against most demons, so a few trees would be nothing more than child’s play. She focused on her breathing, feeling her muscles coil and shift as she launched herself into the air, blurring across the grass and she twist and turned, her sword slicing across four trees in her wake as the blade weaved effortlessly under her guidance. She turned, using her blade to wrap around one thick tree and used it to launch herself back towards Obanai, a triumphant look on her face as she caught his widened eyes. Hurrying the rest of the way, she settled beside him, nudging him with her elbow teasingly, “Well? What do you think?”
“Impressive,” he managed to drawl, looking over her with a new level of respect. He’d known she was strong, given her hashira status, but seeing was believing as someone once said, and he found that he’d been quite shocked to see her move with such precision and grace, “I see what you mean about your sword. It’s highly effective.” He stared at the sliced trees with a reverence before looking back at her, “That’s good. Your fighting style should hold up well with mine.”
She preened at the praise, excitement humming in her veins as she watched him unsheathe his sword and presented it to her without much fanfare. The sword was silver in color, a small streak of black running down the center of its curved blade while the hilt was decorated the same as his pin striped haori. She awed over it for several moments before he pulled away, watching her closely for a moment before dashing toward the treeline, blurring across the landscape as he went toward the same patch of trees far quicker than she had. She watched, entranced as he literally danced before her, throwing out several blows at different angles, body twisting and turning as he slashed the wood mercilessly. When he tore himself away from the tree, she watched in awe as chunks fell from the rough bark.
He wandered back, catching his breath just slightly as he returned to her side. He managed a smile as she cheered. “Oh my gosh, you’re so fast! And those moves, just wow! I didn’t know you were so flexible!”
He blushed slightly, shifting nervously under her curious gaze, “Ah, yeah I guess..”
“Do you think you could teach me? I mean, it certainly would help given how I fight,” she pleaded, bouncing on her heels as he thought it over. He nodded briefly, glancing as Kaburamaru flicked his reddened gaze to her. The snake slithered across his neck to scent her excitement, a loud cry startling the pair.
“Thank you, Iguro-san!” She chirped, reaching out to clasp hands with the nervous hashira. He paused, allowing the brief sentiment before turning away again before she could see just how badly she affected him. Their hands fell away, and he had to fight back the urge to reach for her again, “Not a problem, Kanroji-san. However, there isn’t much daylight left. Shall we adjourn for the evening?”
“Um, maybe? I thought we were going to spar though,” she asked curiously, watching as the man sighed before quickly amending, “If you’re not up for it then that’s okay too! You and Shinazugawa-san were training awfully hard earlier.”
“That’s not it,” he allowed, running a hand through chopped locks. He avoided her gaze, shifting back to point at her hip, “Forget what I said. Draw your sword.”
“A-Are you sure? I don’t mean to overstep,” she worried, biting her lip as she reluctantly drew her sword at his nod. She watched him draw his sword, the tip of his blade coming to rest near the dirt. He steadied his breath, looking up at her with a serious gaze, “You didn’t, but let’s continue.”
She nodded, watching as he backed away several paces, Kaburamaru shifting to raise his glowing gaze to her own. He shifted, drawing his sword defensively as he watched her sink into a fighting stance as well, “Ready, Kanroji-san?”
“Are you?” She leveled back, smiling softly at his nod and hardened gaze as he advanced. She struggled for a moment, her eyes failing her before she just managed to see a flash of white from her peripheral. She ducked, a shriek on her lips as his sword whizzed where her head had just been. She rolled forward, turning to stare at the serpent hashira as he twisted low, having brought his blade down in a diagonal swing to adjust to her position, but missing her narrowly. Eyes widening, she leapt upward as he flattened to the ground, swinging the blade in a wide arch that she was hard pressed to avoid.
She flung herself backward, curling her body as she landed a few feet away and took a moment to steady herself. She watched him rise, fluid and graceful as he eyed her curiously. For a moment, she was sure he’d smiled at her, but it was quickly replaced with a heavy determination before he moved once more.
He’s really taking this seriously. She thought, flinging her body to the side as she struggled to track his blurring form. She froze, the sound of ripping fabric startling her to action as she wedged her sword against her side, blocking before he could actually draw blood. She swung out, clashing blades for a moment before he pivoted on his heel, swinging the blade around to attack her defenseless side. He’s so fast! She dropped into a split, swinging her sword up as its length clashed against his blade.
She saw him retreat, regarding her warily as she got to her feet, shock and indignation written all over her face, “Are you trying to kill me, Iguro-san?”
“Not at all. I’m waiting for you to make your move,” he countered, watching her shock be replaced by irritation. She stomped petulantly, but he continued regardless, “I’m showing you what I’m capable of and I expect you to do the same. Don’t hold back, Kanroji-san.”
She nodded, gripping her hilt tight as she ducked down. C’mon, Mitsuri. Show him what you’re made of!
Launching herself forward, she flung her arm in rhythmic patterns, barreling toward the snake hashira as the blade swirled around her in a protective spiral. He hummed softly, dodging her advances as he found himself suddenly on defense. He ducked quickly, flattening himself to the ground as her sword hissed shortly above his position, twirling back toward her as she maneuvered her blade quickly. He rolled to the side, flinging himself back on his palms until his boot reached the ground before launching himself in the air once more. He watched as she followed, dancing around him as her blade attacked from multiple directions, the flexible weapon twining around his body at all angles.
Kaburamaru hissed, Obanai flinging himself forward as her blade circled where his head had just been. He landed hard, jumping back as she ran toward him, blade circling quickly as she thrust the hilt in front of her. His eyes widened as the blade hurtled forward, narrowly missing his face as he leaned back, sinking to his knees while she took a moment to recall its length.
He straightened, eyeing her with a newfound respect as she twirled the hilt, waiting for his next move. The pair stared off, frozen in place for a moment before Mitsuri rushed once more, snapping her wrist as her sword lashed from the side. Obanai grunted, digging his heel in the ground as he used his sword to deflect her attack while waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. He breathed, focusing his resolve and waited until she withdrew slightly, pulling the blade back toward herself before sprinting full force at the cursing hashira.
He swung, sword arcing into the air to clash against hers in a battle of wills. He grunted and strained to keep the pressure against her sword, knowing that he had to hurry if he had any chance of disarming her, but he found himself suddenly winded as she planted her foot into his chest and sent him flying back into the ground several meters away. He coughed harshly, winded and slightly embarrassed even as she dropped her sword and ran over in a panic.
“Oh, goodness. I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to kick you so hard,” She flailed, hurrying to help him sit up.
He took a deep breath, wincing despite his best efforts, “It’s fine, I’ve been through worse.”
“Still.. I’m so sorry!” She floundered, prostrating herself before him and kneeling deeply.
He sighed, tugging her wrist and easing her up, catching eyes with the suddenly tearful girl and found himself at a bit of a loss. He himself wasn’t one to dwell on emotion, rather stunted and especially clueless in regards to these types of things, but he couldn’t help the way his heart clenched in worry when he watched the tears streak down her rosy cheeks. For a moment he forgot himself, forgot his own boundaries and self-imposed walls as he rubbed a calloused thumb along the inside of her wrist, “I’m fine, Kanroji-san. See? Perfectly fine.” He soothed, voice uncharacteristically soft as she looked him over from head to toe.
“Are you sure?” She mumbled quietly, embarrassed by his touch but unwilling to dissuade him.
“Positive.”
“Kaburamaru-kun too?” She frowned, leaning toward him slightly to get a better look at the hiding snake.
He nodded, Kaburamaru hissed loudly in warning, but made no move to strike. He shifted, wrapping tighter around his charge as he tried to catch his bearings. Obanai sighed, reaching up to pet his disoriented friend and reassure her frazzled nerves, “He’s fine too. A little dizzy, but we’ll manage.”
“I’m sorry, Iguro-san, Kaburamaru-kun,” she repeated, ashamed.
“Don’t apologize. I told you not to hold back, and you didn’t,” he argued, rising to his feet and extending a hand to her. She took it hesitantly and he pulled her up with only the barest of grimaces, “I let my guard down, but I won’t make that mistake again.”
“Still, should you go get that looked at?” She asked, biting her lip as she took in the sun’s setting rays, “It’s not too late. Shinobu-chan should still be up at this time.”
He shook his head, collecting the discarded sword and wiping it meticulously with the edge of his haori, “That won’t be necessary. This isn’t anything serious enough to warrant her attention.”
She frowned, watching him sheathe his blade before facing her once more. He faltered at her incredibly sad look, “But you’re hurting..”
He sighed, knowing he’d lost the minute she shot him those puppy dog eyes, “Fine. The butterfly mansion is on the way home, anyhow.”
She smiled relieved and hurried to gather her sword, sheathing it quickly and hurrying to catch up to the patiently waiting man. With little fanfare, the pair left the clearing slowly, Obanai trying and failing to hide the extent of his exhaustion. With his and Sanemi’s impromptu training session and subsequent spar with one incredibly strong pillar, he’d suddenly found himself drained and weary.
Mitsuri frowned, noticing the drag of his feet and the slouch in his stride. Despite his reassurance, she still felt incredibly guilty. She’d been so shocked at his brazen attack, and had reacted without thinking and now he was hurt because of her carelessness.
“Why don’t you wait here? I’ll go get some supplies, so please rest, okay?” She pleaded, watching as he settled underneath Ubuyashiki’s porch with a tentative sigh, “There’s really no stopping you, is there?”
She smiled despite herself and shook her head, but he nodded reluctantly, reclining against a wooden beam and closing his eyes to the setting sun. He heard the quick retreat, footsteps thundering on the dirt for a few moments until he found himself alone once more.
Kaburamaru hissed quietly, slithering off from around Obanai’s neck to settle more comfortably on his lap. Obanai sighed, cracking open an eye to look at his longtime friend, “Are you okay, ‘Maru?”
The snake nodded, dipping its head and hissing softly as it eyed the weary man. Obanai smiled at the concern, “I’m fine. She got me good, that’s all.”
The snake nodded, nuzzling its head against his thigh in a semblance of comfort while Obanai pet the smooth scales of his head, “I’m sorry for being so careless.”
Kaburamaru hissed in reprimand, tail flicking once as he slipped his eyes closed, enjoying the last few rays of sun along his body. Obanai contented himself to the silence, one hand moving to settle his haori sleeve over the snake as the sun dipped below the horizon. Kaburamaru but his head against his palm in thanks and settled further under the cloth, curling tight for warmth.
He waited for some time, alone with nothing but the chirping of cicadas and the pale light of the moon rising somewhere out of sight. It was peaceful, calm and he tried hard to imagine himself settled down somewhere far away from the threat of demons, the uncertainty of battle, but it was merely wishful thinking. A private indulgence he’d allow himself every once in a while in the hopes to give him something worth fighting for.
When all of this is over, what will be left of us? He wondered, gazing out to stare at the treeline. It was a given that none of them may make it when and if the time came, but he clung to the hope that the others would remain safe. It was why he trained so hard, cast aside his own pleasures and dedicated himself fully to the cause. If the time ever comes, will defeating the demon king truly cleanse my cursed blood? Would I have atoned enough to be given a fresh start?
He shook his head, pain wracking through his heart as visions of blood and death overtook him once more. He could feel them, ghostly hands wrapping around his body and whispering his failures, his inability to die for their sake and the subsequent torment they faced for their actions. Torment that they assured lies in wait for the day he too will perish. He took a steadying breath, lurching forward when his lungs constricted painfully.
Kaburamaru shifted, slithering out from the cloth quickly as he sensed his charge’s distress. He tried to butt his head against the man, frantically moving closer as Obanai’s breathing became more labored. Wide mouth opened in a silent cry, biting firmly on the skin of his palm and succeeding in pulling the man out of his panic.
“‘Maru..?” he breathed, unfocused eyes sliding to the wound on his hand and the staring snake. His breath hitched, unwounded hand moving to stroke his scales, “Thank you.”
He nodded, reddened eyes taking in his master’s shaking shoulders, the heavy breath he took as he wound his haori around the softly bleeding bite. He moved over, lying his head atop the wounded hand and hissed lowly.
“It’s fine.. I’m fine,” he assured, trying desperately to convince himself as much as his friend. It took quite some time to truly calm down, Kaburamaru’s insistence for attention distracting him long enough to pull himself from the memories of his past. He forbade himself from thinking any longer, grounding himself with the help of his friend and settled in to wait for the love hashira’s return.
He hadn’t waited much longer, thundering footsteps signaling her arrival long before their eyes met. She huffed quietly, catching her breath as she slowed down the closer she got.
“Sorry,” she huffed, sinking to the floor beside him and setting down two small satchels, “It took me a little longer to get back. Shinobu-chan wanted me to bring you this.”
He nodded, thanking her quietly while she rummaged through the purple bag in front of her. She grinned triumphantly and pulled out a small container, a sealed bottle and a wrap. “Here, Iguro-san. Drink this,” she said, handing over the bottle. He took it carefully, unscrewing the lid and grimacing at the awful smell.
“It’s medicine,” she encouraged, trying her best not to laugh at his offended look. He took a glance at her before looking back at the bottle warily. She giggled aloud this time as he raised it to take another tentative sniff. He groaned, pinching his nose while she laughed aloud, “Come on, Iguro-san. You can do it!”
He frowned, turning from her and pulling the wrap down as he chugged the herbal remedy. He coughed, groaning and disgusted as he fixed his bandages. Mitsuri had stopped laughing, coming over to pat his back, mindful of her strength as he forced down the medicine, “Yeah, they never really taste good, but it works. Shinobu-chan made it right away though, so hopefully it’ll be less.. unpleasant.”
“Thanks,” he mumbled, turning back and freezing at her leaning so close.
She seemed to understand, blushing a tad and scooting back, “Feeling better?”
He nodded, settling down and relaxing once the taste finally died down while the love hashira went about opening the other container and carefully unwinding some of the bandages. “Iguro-san? Could you come here please?”
He glanced over, taking note of the medical supplies with a flush, “Oh, um. I can handle that myself, Kanroji-san. You don’t have to.”
She pouted, trying not to let the refusal get to her, but insisted regardless, “I want to, but I understand if you feel more comfortable doing it yourself.”
He hummed, casting his gaze to the floor before turning slightly, Kaburamaru slithering up his arm as he faced the love pillar. She shot him an encouraging smile and nearly beamed as he offered his palm to her before she saw the two large puncture wounds, “What happened? Kaburamaru?”
“Nothing to worry about,” he said evasively, Kaburamaru slinking closer to Obanai’s skin and hissing softly. He glanced down, nudging his head gently, “Hush, ‘Maru. It’s fine.”
Mitsuri paused, caught off guard by Obanai’s gentle tone and quiet care he took to reassure the disgruntled snake. His eyes softened, accepting the head nuzzling against his cheek and hummed softly in acceptance.
He looks so cute like this..
“Does it hurt?” Mitsuri finally asked, reaching out slowly and taking his hand in hers. She felt him flinch, but he responded with a simple no while she made to wipe away the last traces of blood from the wound. “I’m glad,” she responded quietly, slathering a sheer green paste on the bite and set about wrapping his hand carefully. She moved slow, methodical as the air shifted between them, his multicolored gaze boring into her as she worked. It wasn’t hard, but her heart leapt with the contact, knowing on some level that he trusted her to care for him.
“There,” she breathed, taking a moment to pat the wrap into place, “All better!”
He nodded, watching her curiously as she struggled to let go of his hand. He saw her eyes droop, and for a minute could swear she was pulling his hand close, but she seemed to compose herself, dropping his hand as though burned.
“My, it’s late,” she laughed tightly, scooting back and glancing up as the moon began to peek out over the horizon, “I’m sorry for keeping you so long, but thank you for taking the time to train with me today.”
“It’s not a problem, Kanroji-san. Thank you for caring for me,” he replied softly, afraid to spook the suddenly bashful girl, but unwilling to say goodbye just yet. He watched as she blushed and turned from him, stammering quietly as she bade him a goodnight and restful sleep, a frown on his face as she practically raced from his side.
She had just made it down the hall when he called out, louder and a bit unsure as she spun back around, “Kanroji, I..” he started, falling short before running a hand through his choppy locks nervously, “I’ll see you in the morning.”
She gave him a small smile, her heart fluttering in her chest at the promise on his lips. She heard a soft rustling as he turned to leave, a quiet ‘sleep well’ reaching her before she took off into the night.