☆•Yashimi POV•☆
"Never take pity on a man-eating demon because their intentions is to kill every human. Child or not."
He walks towards Tanjiro and Nezuko, stepping on top of the motionless clothes that Jui and Rui had left behind. His words come as a warning. Low and cruel, but his aura says otherwise.
Tanjiros yells out something, but I'm not sure. Everything in my body is so painful. It's actually killing me. "Ah.." I breathe out. Tanjiro continues to yell as I try to lean myself against a tree.
"Tanjiro!" My voice shots both of them as they turn to me, with eyes widen. "Someone's coming!" From the sudden shout, blood comes out of my mouth, making me cough, giving me more pain in my dry throat. "Dammit.."
Tomioka-sama walks in front of Tanjiro, holding his hand out and his sword, positioning it in front of him.
Suddenly, Kocho-san comes flying out. Tomioka-sama protects them with his nichirin blade, placing Kocho-san, making her fly away, and landing shortly on the ground.
"Why'd you get in my way, Tomioka-san?" She inquires. "You clearly said that you came here to slay demons. So, if I may ask. Why'd you protect them?"
She has her same kind smile looking at us, but her aura is quite the opposite. She tilts her head, glancing at me.
"Also, why are you here, Yashimi? Shouldn't you be resting?" Her voice saying knowingly, "and why did you expose me?" Her question makes a shiver go down in my spine and makes a lump in my throat uncomfortably.
"You're always like this, Tomioka-san." She changed her gaze to Tomioka-sama when I didn't respond after she noticed me having a hard time speaking. "This is why no one likes you." She points a finger at him, her eyebrows bent upwards and still with a smile. As if mocking.
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"I.. I'm not disliked by people." Tomioka-sama says.
"Ah- that's so random, Tomioka-sama.."
Ignoring the pain, I stand up, unsheathing my sword. "What's this, Yashimi?" Kocho-san had her mouth in the form of an 'o' from being stunned when I walk beside Tomioka-sama, in a stance that looked like I was waiting for her attack.
"I.. we won't let you kill.. her." I breathe out. Even just saying that makes it hard. Every word made my throat dry, and it felt as if needles were poking.
"But you're severely injured!" She exclaims, sadness sweeping. "Do you realize who you are talking to, Fujimura? She's a Hashira." Whispers from Tomioka-sama slips in my ears.
"..."
I say nothing to both of them. My throat already hurts as much as the wounds around my body. There's no point in talking.
"Well, I'm very sorry, but I have to fulfill my duties as a hashira." She wears a pitiful expression, and the tips of her smile turn downward. "And Tomioka-san, it seems that you don't know people hate you." Her expression changes into a mocking slanted eyebrows and a smile.
"Please forgive me for being a mouthful." She expressed her apologies, then cups the air next to her mouth, "moyā!" And she calls out to Tanjiro. Her gentle, upward mouth returning.
"The one you're hugging is a demon. It's very dangerous. Please get away from it!" Kocho-san says. "You're wrong! I mean, you are right. Well, she's my younger sister.!" Tanjiro desperately tries to change her mind.
"Ahh.." Her face molds into an apologetic look. She seems sad to know about Tanjiro's younger sister. "I see. You seem to be so pitiful." Her voice softens.
"Well, then, I won't let her suffer anymore! I'll help you kill her with a gentle poison!" Her face quickly changes into a happy expression. "The hell?" Just a second ago, she seemed sad, and now she's happy. And with a gentle poison? There's a gentle poison? "!?" I could feel Tanjiro's aura turning shock and scared. Scared for his sister.
Silence follows the tension, swimming and making us feel awkward. The trees sway against the breeze, and the grass softly dances with the cold wind.
Blood continues to drip around my body as I try to stand on both feet without wobbling or falling, but my legs feel shaky, and my head is heavy to the point that if I ever let my guard down, I might probably faint.
"Control your breathing." A voice says. Daisuke-sama's voice. His voice was always soft and low, and although he never really spoke, I found comfort in hearing his voice each time he spoke.
A crystal droplet draws down my cheek, making a water stream, but with only one drop, and that familiar feeling waves over me, making my heart sink deeper into sadness.
"Are you still able to move?" Tomioka-sama asks Tanjiro in a whispering tone as if telling secrets, but he doesn't have his head turn. "Even if you can't move, you must run. Run like your life depends on it. Because it does." His voice warns Tanjiro.
His grip tightens on the black handle. It seems like he's deciding, and he still doesn't move from his position, "and take Fujimura with you."
"But—"
"No, you'll leave with him, and you will obey my orders."
Dammit.
"I'm sorry." Tanjiro whispered, and the next thing I knew, Tanjiro and I were running away after we caught his brown box.
"Giyū.." I whisper, but I put my emotions aside and focus on getting away from here with Tanjiro and Nezuko.
Pain starts consuming my body. Damn, it hurts so much. "But you have to keep in moving." Daisuke-sama's voice says, encouraging me. "I will, don't worry, Daisuke-sama."
There's another presence here, and it's not a familiar one or a demon. But a demon slayer.
A sudden, strong force pushes us to the ground. "Tan—" someone smacked my head with their feet. "Ack.. f*ck..!" That hurts. So. f*cking. Much. My body meets the hard ground, hitting my chin hard.
Nezuko is a bit far from us, standing, just staring at us. "Nezuko! Nezuko, run as far as you can!" Tanjiro yells, but a sudden force shuts him up by hitting his jaw deeper onto the hard ground.
"Nezuko!" I turn to her, and she looks at me, "RUN!" And she did, then another demon slayer. I take a good look at her, remembering her features that made her different.
A shirt version of our black uniform and a white kind of blanket wrapping around her neck and waving up and down with her soft movements. With a singular ponytail on the side with a green and pink butterfly clip.
Everything blurred and blurred until black consumed my eyesight. My body felt numb, and I couldn't do anything. I just had to accept that I had fainted with Tanjiro by my side.
"Nezuko.. run.."
