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2024 Christmas Event
Event Masterlist
Day 19: Angry Santa, Sanemi Shinazugawa
Warnings: Sanemi get’s angry
(_____) giggled quietly as they carefully walked through the halls of their and Sanemi’s shared home. They made it into the living room and sat in their favorite spot. A smirk appeared on their lips as they waited for the fun to start.
Sanemi woke up feeling colder than usual. He reached over for his lover to pull them close once more. But was met with emptiness. Opening his eyes he saw that his lover was nowhere to be seen. He groaned and sluggishly got up, wandering to the door of their bedroom. Once the door opened a wave of ice cold water washed over him. A bucket of it had been poured on him. He yelled in surprise and shivered. “DAMNIT (_____)!!!”
Sanemi walked with the occasional shiver as he walked into the study. As soon as he stepped into the room the door closed and locked behind him. He tried to open it but it wouldn’t budge. He looked around the room and found a present with a note on it. Sanemi walked over and read the note. Open me~! :) it read. He rolled his eyes and followed the instructions. Inside of the present was a towel and a change of clothes. He dried off and changed into the outfit without thinking much of it.
Once he was dressed the door opened again and he went back into the hall. There on the ground was a map of the house. Sanemi rolled his eyes and followed the map. It led him to the bath, where he got paper snow dumped on him, the kitchen, where he got blasted with towels, the laundry room, where he was trapped in a swarm of clothes and towels, and he was led to many other rooms throughout the house.
After what felt like an eternity he finally made it to the living room. There sat (_____) with a coy smile on their lips. Sanemi on the other hand looked pissed beyond belief. He marched up to them angrily and glared at them. But (_____) just kept smiling. In fact, they stood up and pushed Sanemi into their seat before sitting on his lap. Sanemi blushed and grumbled before hugging them close to him. (_____) giggled as they kissed his cheek. “My angry Santa.”
2024 Christmas Event
Event Masterlist
Day 18: Ice Skating, Giyu Tomioka
Warnings: Very short
The freezing air made Giyu shiver as he was led by his lover (_____). “Come on, come on, come on, come on!” They said as they continued to drag him through the winter forest. They brought him to a frozen over lake and dropped their bag onto the ground. (_____) pulled out two pairs of ice skates smiling at a nervous looking Giyu.
”Come on Giyu! It’s fun!” (_____) called out to him as they stood on the ice, holding their arms out towards him. Nervously Giyu nodded and grabbed their hands. (_____) laughed and pulled him onto the ice. “Just follow my lead.” Giyu nodded and tried his hardest to do what they instructed.
After a while Giyu started to get some confidence and started to skate on his own. “There you go!” (_____) said as they clapped. Watching as Giyu started to skate on his own. And only a couple seconds later he slipped and fell flat on his back. (_____) rushed over to him and checked to see if he was hurt. Thankfully not.
Giyu was embarrassed that he fell but still wanted to keep skating. So shyly he skated with (_____), holding hands. And even when they got tired and decided to go home, Giyu still held their hand. He knew that if the other Hashira saw, the both of them would be endlessly teased.
*After an argument amongst the Pillars caused by Giyu*
Kagaya: To settle this dispute, Giyu, why don’t you tell the others one thing you like about them?
Giyu: Uh, okay. Kocho, I like the purple in your hair.
Shinobu: Thanks!
Giyu: Kanroji, I like the green in your hair.
Mitsuri: Aw, thank you! I love your hair as well!
Giyu: Tokito, I like the blue in your hair.
Muichiro: Thanks, I guess.
Giyu: Rengoku, I like the red in your hair.
Kyojuro: A little repetitive, but thank you, nonetheless!
Giyu: Iguro, I like... uh... I like the um... The, uh, colour of, um...
Obanai: No, go ahead. Which colour of my hair do you like? Black or black?
Giyu: ... Uh... I like the yellow of your right eye.
Obanai: Whatever.
Giyu: Uzui, I like the red dots near your eye.
Tengen: Naturally! But your compliments are in desperate need of flair and uniqueness. You just keep going off about colours of things and eyes.
Giyu, completely ignoring Tengen: Shinazugawa, I like... the colour of the scar near your eye?
Sanemi: That doesn’t even make sense AND you said it like a question! How the fuck is that a compliment!?
Giyu: It just is.
Sanemi: No, it fucking isn’t!
Giyu, ignoring Sanemi and remembering that Gyomei is blind so colour and eyes mean nothing to him: And Himejima, I like your generous personality and your compassionate manner. You really hold this team together.
Gyomei: Why, thank you for saying something so personal and kind.
Giyu: No problem, man.
The rest of the Pillars: Bitch, the fuck-
Hii! I hope this is ok to ask, but can i request a hurt to comfort with reader who scratches their hands alot with the hashiras from demon slayer? or just Obanai is fine too! Thank youu!
As Someone Who Is Prone To Scratching My Hands And Skin In General When I'm Anxious Or Overwhelmed, I Absolutely Love This Idea, So Anon Thank You For The Idea🫶
Headcannons With The Hashira With A Reader Who Scratches Their Hands! This Can Be Interpreted As Romantic Or Platonic. The Hashira's For This Choosing: Obanai And Shinobu.
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Your Reasoning For Joining The Demon Slayer Corps Was Unknown To Those Around You, But It Was Easy To Assume It Was The Same As Everyone Else. To Fight For Humanity, The Loss Of A Loved One.. But For You? You Wanted A Purpose, You Wanted To Do Something Good, Death Was A Common Thing, A Terrifying Thing And You Hoped To Help People Live That Little Longer. That Gave You Purpose To Help Others, Atleast If You Were To Die You Did It With A Good Cause.
But Even With Coming To Terms With The Fact That One Day You Are To Likely , You Never Could Quite Get Over That Fear Of Death. It Didn't Help When You Got To Missions And Your Face To Face With Fresh Corpses. You Never Could Remove Such Images From Your Head.
To Cope? You Had A Habit Of Scratching Your Hands And Clawing At Your Skin Until It Was Raw And Hot, Body Screaming At You To Stop.
Obanai:
When He First Saw You Scratch At Your Hands It Was Only For A Few Moments So He Didn't Think Too Deep Into It. Everyone Had Their Weird Little Quirks To Cope With The Job.
Except That Was Before He Saw Just How Red And Raw Your Hands And The Surrounding Area Was When He Spotted You Doing It Over And Over Again.
He Ignored It At First, His Job Was To Slay Demons Not Babysit Others Who Have No Idea On How To Properly Cope. It Was Non Of His Business. Yet Deep Down...He Couldn't Bring Himself To Just Ignore It.
"How Stupid Must You Be To Damage The One Thing You Can Weild A Blade With?" Was What He Had Said To You.
Scolded You, Called You Stuff Like Idiot And Moron For Weakening Yourself.
Personally Took You To Get Checked By Shinobu To Get Your Hands Checked And Cleaned. Took You To Make Sure You'd Actually Do That And Not Make Some False Promise Of Going.
Reported It To Master Too, More So Just So He Was Aware Incase Anything Else Happened Down The Line.
From Then On Even If He Displayed No Caring Nature, He Was Always Acutely Aware Keeping His Eye On You From A Safe Distance Away.
Shinobu:
When She Saw Your Hands At First, She Wasn't One To Rush To Conclusions, You Simply Could Have Gotten It From A Fight, Nonetheless She Cleaned It Up And Bandaged Them.
But Then You Were Frequently Returning, It Used To Be Once Every Few Months, To Weeks, Then Every Time Before You Went Off For A Mission.
Shinobu Was No Stranger To Coping Mechanisms, She Was No Better If Not Worse Then You, But She Was The Doctor And It Was Her Job To Care For You, Whether You Tell Her About It Or Not.
If You Willingly Told Her, Then She Was More Then Happy To Share Better Way To Go About These Things. Thing's You Could Do When You Feel Anxious Or Overwhelmed, Happy To Set Up Frequent Meetings To Check In And Make Sure You Were Doing Alright.
If You Didn't Tell Her, She'd Knudge You In The Right Direction From The Side Lines, Showing Things She Had Found Randomly And Enjoyed, Suggesting You To Try Them Too. Except It Wasn't Random, She Saught It Out And Simply Acted Oblivious For Your Sake, Acting Like She Didn't Know.
"Is It Really Worth Causing Yourself Such Pain?"
Part 4
Their breathing styles
Tsutako: rain breathing
Sabito: storm breathing
Kabura: serpent breathing
Sakura: mochi Breathing
Ruka: flame breathing
Hoshino: quake breathing
Tama: stardust breathing
Tamaki: meteor breathing
Hoshi: dream breathing
Kazuma: hurricane breathing
Akimitsu: sound breathing
Setsuko: weapon breathing
Kioshi: spirit breathing
Chouyumi: butterfly breathing
Kasumi: mist breathing
Kazumi: fog breathing
I just came up with most of them and some they got from their parent or brother(in kasumi and kazumi instance) but yeah laugh if you want to I tried 🤷♀️
Part three
These are the Hashira kids
Tsutako(16), Sabito(12), Kabura iguro(17), Sakura iguro(15), Ruka rengoku(16), Hoshino Himejima(13, Tama Himejima(10), Tamaki Himejima(7), Hoshi Himejima(4), Kazuma Shinazugawa(17), Akimitsu Uzui(18), Setsuko Uzui(17), Kisohi Uzui(16), Chouyumi Kocho(15), Kasumi Tokito(9), and Kazumi Tokito(9)
Chouyumi is adopted while kasumi and kazumi were just found by Muichiro during a mission and they just followed him back but back to what I was saying the Hashira kids are kids in training to take over for their parents should they retire or pass too early this is why they are trained under Amane in the headquarters far from the Hashira headquarters but close enough for them to see their kids train tho only the oldest take their spot the younger ones train to take the final selection to train also, the youngest ones are kasumi and kazumi to have taken the final selection nobody knows how they were able to take but they passed with only a few scratches and bruises, after they are escorted to the corps headquarters owned by amane where they train for missions and to take down Muzan or to take their parents place
Part 4 has their breathing styles most created their own or took after their parents
Part 2 of my last post
Setsuko Uzui(17)
Kisohi Uzui(16)
Chouyumi Kocho(15)
Kasumi Tokito(9)
Kazumi Tokito(9)
I will explain about them in part 3
The rest of my NG Hashira ocs
Sabito tomioka(12)
Kabura iguro(17)
Sakura iguro(15)
Ruka rengoku(16)
Hoshino Himejima(13)
Tama Himejima(10)
Tamaki Himejima(7)
Hoshi Himejima(4)
Kazuma Shinazugawa(17)
Akimitsu Uzui(18)
I will explain them more about them in the part 3 post
Drew some KNY characters by my little sisters request! These are her faves <33
demon slayer s4 ep8
this episode was absolutely incredible i just had to come and write about it. the entire season, in my opinion, has been so well done. hashira training arc has always been a favorite of mine and seeing it brought to life has been amazing!
episode 8 was the icing on the cake to an amazing season. one of my favorite things about kny is how it discusses humanity and mortality. this final ep did such a great job at showing the power of human emotions.
kagaya stands amongst the many demon slayer corp members who have passed while he speaks to muzan about the concept of eternity. as we all know, humans don't live forever and this is very prominent in demon slayer. however, kagaya understands how powerful feelings can be. although many people will die, their dreams and hopes will continue. kagaya does not fear death because he understands his goal will live through the hashira.
this LINE is one of my favorites ever. for as long as muzan has existed, not one person has forgiven him for what he has done. the anger and grief that people have felt live forever. muzan believes humans are disgusting, inferior creatures but at this moment, kagaya shows that humans are something to be feared. muzan can never understand the lifelong anger humans are capable of. not one person will ever forget what muzan has done, they will never forgive him, they will never show him kindness. humans have used their anger & hatred to dedicate themselves to ending muzan. muzan will never understand this concept. all of these lanterns represent the lives muzan has ruined, falling down all around him while he stands unbothered. there are HUNDREDS of lanterns that float around muzan, so many lives that he has ruined, yet he does not care. but that doesn't matter, because the power of feelings are greater than muzan's indifference. THE POWER OF THE HUMAN SPIRIT IS GREATER THAN MUZAN.
the art in this scene was insane. the tiger and the dragon morphing into the hashira was done so well. for so long, kagaya has waited for this moment to take down muzan and we see in this scene how the goals and feelings of the hashira have formed into a beast of its own. despite muzan living for so long, he can never comprehend the power of human emotions. as i said before, human emotions have the ability to transcend time. humans affect one another; they understand their lives are short, yet live to pursue their own goals no matter what. this is what muzan does not understand.
this scene was so well done i can't get enough of it. this was such a great episode and is definitely my favorite one so far! the manga was already amazing and then ufotable was able to animate it into this insane piece of media i can't get over it!!
overall 10/10 scene. 10/10 episode. i love demon slayer.
I kinda wish the Hashira Training arc was longer, so I have an idea to be put during this arc so:
Tanjirou returning back to his hometown and house in request of Oyakata to find clues about Nezuko's resistance against the sun.
With Tamayo's note about Nezuko's growth and constant cells mutation, Tanjirou heads back to his home in hope that any clues he finds can help contribute to the corps. This small mission is also to ensure that any information could be taken and hidden first in case Muzan ever returns back to the Kamado's residence for clues as well.
Tanjirou is accompanied by Kanao and Giyuu. Kanao is there with some information of plants and herbs that may be helpful, and also to be Shinobu's second eyes since the Insect Hashira isn't able to tag along. Giyuu provides extra protection, again, in case Muzan sends any demons there despite the lack of demonic activities.
The young Kamado relishes the experience of returning back to his hometown, and the residents are more than happy to welcome home back with smiles and teary eyes. Although there's a bit of a misunderstanding upon seeing Giyuu, who was once suspected to be the suspect of the Kamado's family death.
The trio arrive at Kamado's residence, and they pay respects and prayers to the graves first before looking around.
Tanjirou has some nostalgic moments as he gazes upon his home, his heart swells with pain. Some tankana bonding moments of Kanao asking about how his life was and her smiling wistfully at the thought of such a warm family. The young slayers get even more determined to defeat demons.
They find nothing in the house but Giyuu spots wilting horsetail weed around the area. Kanao inspects in and takes note of the subtle differences in the petals, the colours, the stems, etc etc. She collects some samples to be taken back. The trio do more inspections but find nothing. They leave before nightfall, advising the town people to stay away from the mountain area in case Muzan gets there or anything.
On the way back, Tanjirou tells stories of his childhood memories. One in particular about the time his mother made him and Nezuko a soup when they were sick.
Kanao returns to the Butterfly estate and sets the plants in small pots, stationing them in Shinobu's office, before returning to training.
Shinobu, workaholics and couldn't count the last time she took a proper sleep, is about to inspect the plants according to Kanao's report. The sun is peeking barely behind the mountains, the day is bright,
and in the pots are blooming blue Spider Lilies.
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this is why everyone hates him
the Hashira if they were Little Guys ✨
hi guys it’s 3am!! i spend multiple days making these for??? reasons??? i genuinely couldn’t tell you lmao i made one of Kyojuro, thought “hehe little guys :3” and here we are lol
feel free to use these as reaction images or whatever!! just pls credit me if u can :33
should i do other characters?? i had a lot of fun with these actually!! i think my favorite to do was Tengen or Sanemi :3 🫶✨🪲
Rate my KNY Oc (these are all the same person, js different stages of life.) her name is Tsuki btw
Top right: Age 11 (child)
bottom right: Age 16 (Star hashira)
Bottom left: Age 20 (former hashira, left after Kyojuro Rengoku died)
Top left: Age 27 (demon, upper moon 0, mainly neutral/ aids the demon slayer corps.
if you’d like anymore info just ask! i love talking about Tsuki!
Lessons of Lust | Sanemi Shinazugawa and Kyojuro Rengoku x fem!reader
Warnings: oral sex fem!receiving, nipple play, blow job, raw sex, virgin sex, creampie, breeding kink, threesome, cum in the mouth, swallow the cum, hair pulling, brain rot Word count: 1.4k a/n: hey now... Kyojuro and Sanemi brain rot go brrr
“C’mon, baby,” Sanemi coos behind you, his large hands gripping your hips. “You wanna be a good girl for us, right?” Your head falls against the white-haired male’s chest as your breathing falters. A smutty slurping noise echoes around the room, the vibrations of the male underneath you, making it hard to stay upright.
The flame hashira pops off your clit with a loud smack of his lips. “Keep ‘er quiet Shinazugawa,” He huffs, the grin on his mouth eliciting a growing pressure in your core. Sanemi pulls you flush against him, nipping at the junction of your shoulder and neck. A whimpering mewl slides from your throat as Kyojuro uses the flat of his tongue to swipe the length of your folds. You shudder, the feeling of two men who were your superiors doing such filthy things to you driving you to the very edge.
It started off as you simply blurting out that you had never been with someone to the flame hashira. He was surprised, to say the least, but he promised he’d train you in the ways of being with someone. That’s when the wind pillar showed up with the quest of sparring with Kyojuro, but he was busy eating out your wet cunt.
Sanemi sat and gaped, his lilac gaze trying to take in everything at once. How you reached out your fingers for him upon his arrival. The needy look in your eyes as you squirmed atop Kyojuro’s face. He couldn’t help but touch your body, the curve of your breasts, the skin of your stomach, the plush span of your thighs, and your neck.
You made it obvious how much you enjoyed the rough side of Kyojuro paired with the playful one of Sanemi. You were a wicked thing indeed, especially when your fingertips graze the bulge in the wind hashira’s pants, a fucked out grin tugging on your lips.
Sanemi blows out a laugh, raising a brow as you continue with your ministrations, panting and moaning while palming at his breeches. “You’re practically beggin’ for more,” He laughs, running his rough fingers down your arm.
Kyojuro grunts against your thigh, his heated gaze resting on you. “M’thinking we move on to the next lesson.” His teeth sink into the soft skin of your thigh, and your eyes widen before you let out a panted yelp. Sanemi stands up, leaving your back cold and weak. You whine, searching for him only to find the wind hashira dropping his breeches to reveal a stiff pale cock. Your chest lurches at the sight of him, his muscular chest seemingly all pointing to this very spot on his body. There’s a long jagged scar that dips below his pelvis, deliciously curving downward.
The wind pillar had scars covering his skin, and most likely, the internal ones were deeper than the visible ones. When you first met him, it was an intimidating part of his personality – but now you knew they were tangible proof of just how hard he fought to protect the innocent. “Stop gawking,” Sanemi hisses, stepping toward you with his length firmly in his grasp. “Gods, you’re such a filthy thing,” He brushes the head of his cock against your lips, a gooey liquid connecting your bottom lip to his tip when he pulls back. A twisted smirk plays with his mouth as your tongue darts out to taste the substance he left behind. It’s salty with a hint of sweetness – just like the hashira himself.
Kyojuro shifts from underneath you, his large hands spreading your thighs even wider. You wince, squeezing your eyes shut from the sudden pressure shooting up your joints. He’s situated the apex of your thighs over the firm place in his pants. The area around the flame pillar’s mouth is red from the ample time spent between your thighs, but a lustful glint in his eyes tells you he’s not done with you just yet. “Since you did such a good job on your first lesson, how about two for one?” Kyojuro nods to Sanemi who grabs onto your chin, pushing his cock against your lips once more. “This is goin’ to hurt before it feels good darlin’, but I know that’s just the way you like it.” The flame hashira unbuckles his belt, sliding it out with tenaciously. Your lips part enough for Sanemi to push into your mouth. He was long, but the sheer girth of the wind hashira is baffling. It’s a miracle he even fits in your mouth as your eyes flutter shut, tears stinging your eyes at the strain.
Sanemi thrusts against your tongue, grunting in pleasure. “F’ck, so good darlin’” He pants, grabbing the back of your head to sloppily fuck your face. You whimper against his length, hungry for something more. Somehow you still felt empty, but – almost as if hearing your thoughts – Kyojuro lines himself up at your entrance. Then, with a hum of delight, he slips in. The wind hashira has a fistful of your hair as you groan against his cock. “Mmm, ya’like the way he’s filling you up?” Your eyes open, despite the zaps of pain shooting through your system. You manage to nod, spit dripping down your throat. A dark expression coats Sanemi’s lilac eyes, his grip tightening as he shoves his cock so deep into your throat that it hits the back. You choke, a garble of moans and attempted coughs filling the air. The wind hashira grunts, his eyes squeezing shut. “M’goin’ to cum in that pretty mouth of yours,”
Meanwhile, Kyojuro hits the wall of your maidenhood, a sharp pain jolting through you. Your eyes roll back in your head as he squeezes your hips. “Be brave, sweetheart, it’ll all feel better soon enough,” Then he thrusts past it, breaking the seal of virginity. You shudder and twitch as the excruciating pain slowly folds into a full pleasure. “That’s it, that’s my girl,”
Your mouth tightens around Sanemi’s cock, causing him to pant wildly. “M’so close, fuck, swallow it, take it all,” You brace yourself on Sanemi’s hips, content with how his cum fills your mouth. It takes multiple gulps to get it all down, but you smack your lips with a dazed expression when you’re done regardless.
If Sanemi weren’t afraid of fucking you too much for the first time, he would’ve bent you over after Kyojuro had his fill. If you looked at him like that again, especially after swallowing his cum, the hashira was sure to fill all of you up with his seed.
Kyojuro’s cock rocks into you, the slapping of your thighs on his becoming your favorite sound in the world as your moans crack into whimpers. “Yeah, take it all, fuck,” Kyojuro furrows his brows, his nails digging into your hips. “Take it all, gonna fill you up,” He huffs, his thumbs rubbing your stomach. You pant, placing your palms against the soft muscle of Kyojuro’s upper chest.
Sanemi’s hands reach for your exposed nipples, pinching them between his fingers. “Not so fast,” He grins, twisting them. You throw your head back, the void of your pleasure filling exceptionally fast. “Leave some room for me, Kyojuro,” He starts “Whad’ya say we both fill ‘er up and see who gets her pregnant first?” Sanemi’s other hand slips down your side, spanning over your stomach.
“Fine by me. That’s okay with you too isn’t it?” His eyes meet yours, and you limply nod, pressing your hands onto both Sanemi’s and Kyojuro’s. “Good,” Kyojuro huffs, his thrusts growing sloppy, the slick sound only edging him closer to his release. The coil wound tightly in your stomach cracks, a screaming moan falling from your lips as you cum hard. Your pussy clenches Kyojuro’s cock as you rock against your climax. It’s a wonderfully fuzzy feeling that spins you into a frenzy as your walls flutter around him. “Fuck you feel amazing. You did amazing,” The wind hashira keeps you still as Kyojuro fucks into you, the shivering pressure of overstimulation nearly sending you over the edge again. “M’ready, shit,” Your head falls as the flame hashira spills into you, a warm fullness coating your insides.
Sanemi kisses your temple, a soft, warm feeling. Kyojuro loosens his grip on your hips, the indent of his nails leaving crescent shapes. “So did I pass?” Your voice is hoarse when you speak, but it gathers the attention of both males. Kyojuro glances at Sanemi, then shakes his head. Your brows furrow.
“Not…yet,” Sanemi leans onto your shoulder, his cheeks flushing pink.
Kyojuro chuckles, sitting up to kiss the valley between your breasts. “We’ll just keep going at it until one of us gets you pregnant. Right, Shinazugawa?”
“Right.”
Well fuck.
do you write for gyomei? if so could you write something along the lines of gyomei meeting a mother!reader who takes care of the orphan kids in her village, letting them stay at her house and providing them with everything they need,. and maybe gyomei stays the night to rest before going back on his journey to hunt a demon, but the demon ends up coming to him while trying to attack the house. but gyomei is there to protect everyone, and y/n is thankful for that. thank you!!!
I have never written for Gyomei, EVER. I'm not sure why... but I hope this is good! I wrote it in one day, which is surprising considering I wasn't sure how it would turn out. I should thank you! For getting me out of my comfort zone and possibly allowing me to make something...good? LMAO I hope it's something along the lines of what you wanted!!!!
Behind Me | Gyomei Himejima
Warnings: just a bit of demon death and wholesome children that eat rocks
Word Count: 2k
a/n: Everyone thank Anon for the suggestion!! it was a lot of fun to write someone new and from their perspective! AHH I hope you enjoy!!! <3 (it's also late so if there is anything I forgot in the post please tell me, my eyes are slowly shutting me off from the world)
Gyomei had endured a long day of trekking through the woods, hunting a troublesome demon, before coming across the border of a village. He could hear children running among adults who Gyomei believed to be strong enough. There was a small twitch to his senses as he was welcomed into the village, he could overhear the mention of an orphanage. As the scent of a good meal invaded his nose he wished to check on the children, perhaps staying the night if granted permission. Gyomei felt the vibration of someone near, the beads around his neck clicking together as he moved. “Excuse me, I’m looking for the orphanage.” His voice rumbles through his body.
The person in front of him pauses, hopefully recognizing him to be the stone hashira. “Of course my Lord, would you like me to guide you there?” Gyomei couldn’t help but grin at the offer and respect for his position as a hashira.
“That’s very kind of you, thank you for helping me.” He couldn’t help but get choked up after the person, likely a male based on their voice and strong grasp. Though Gyomei knew too many strong women to let that be a sole descriptor of sex.
It took a small amount of time before the guide stopped. Gyomei could hear the pitter of many tiny feet and with the sun’s warmth fading on his skin he wanted to collect all of the children under his care. He would not make the same mistakes again.
His heart sank in his large chest, a strong urge to start shedding tears over the past almost took over his every sense. “Oh, Chizu, what are you doing here?” A woman’s voice questions. The vibrations of her voice are soothing, the take away the worries Gyomei had rushing through his mind. Her very presence was like one of Kocho’s salves. He can feel her eyes finally land on his massive frame. He wondered if she was studying the scar across his forehead or the way his blank eyes refracted the very image he happened to be looking at.
Gyomei’s eyes were the window into your soul.
“I’ve brought one of the hashira to stay with you tonight.” The guide – or rather Chizu – replies. Gyomei can hear the way the woman sucks in the air, how her vibrations change to slightly protective. Good, she was willing to die for these children. The thought nearly brought him to sob. “Do you think the children will like him?” Chizu’s tone is humorous and without a second thought Gyomei is inclined to join in the jesting.
“I make for wonderful climbing practice.” Both of them burst out in laughter and it brings a smile to his face, though laughing with kind villagers is so nice… he might start crying.
After a moment the woman gingerly touches Gyomei’s muscular arm, the skin under her fingertips twitching. “I’m thankful for your presence my Lord, please come in.” He can feel her smile, the way she radiates kindness. He would stay here for the night and then make sure to hunt down the demon in the following days. Disgusting demons. He clutches his rosary, muttering chants to focus his mind on wiping away the muck of the world.
Gyomei is yet again led into a short room, he can tell because he has to duck his head. Maybe the room isn’t short and rather Gyomei is too tall. “The children are all out back, washing up before dinner. Have you eaten yet my Lord?” The woman inquires. She pushes slightly on his forearm and after many years of having people try to signal things without saying anything, he knows to sit down. He’s met with comfortable tatami flooring.
“I have not partaken in a meal yet… and please call me Gyomei.” He answers, bowing his head. The woman – he realizes he hasn’t asked her name yet – giggles softly. “Please tell me the name of the woman I am to thank for a place to rest.”
There’s a moment of silence before he senses her kneeling next to him, the click of something being set in front of him. “I am simply the Mother, that’s what the children call me, at least.” He can hear the smile in her voice. Before Gyomei can comment on anything the rush of children takes away his breath. They are loudly talking about him.
Woah! He’s so big! He’s like a mountain~ Can we keep him? I want to climb on him! Oh please, please, pleaaaassssseeeeeeeeeeeeee? Does he want this rock? Hey! That’s the rock I was going to eat!
“Excuse me Yeji, there will be no eating rocks,” Mother chastizes. The little one she was referring to groans dramatically. The woman next to you huffs before setting a hand on Gyomei’s arm again. He could get used to her calming touch. It was like how meditation made him feel. “I want you all to introduce yourself to Mister Gyomei, the stone hashira.” From what Gyomei can deduce, there are about 5 children in the room.
“I’m Yeji! What’s a hashira?” A beat before the small girl gasps excitedly, “Do you eat rocks too?!” She exclaims. Gyomei chuckles – Yeji was his favorite, a strong girl in her own accord, especially if those rocks were in her system.
“I’m Teke.” A little boy, he seems timid so Gyomei bows his head as a show of respect, hoping that Teke will see he means no harm.
“My name is Pin and this is my little brother Rin.” A young girl bashfully introduces herself along with her younger brother who grunts in response. These children were cared for, tended with honesty, and safe.
“I’m Ume… I got you this rock.” Tiny hands find their way to Gyomei and he allows her to set a miniscule pebble in his large palm.
Gyomei bows his head to all of the children. It had been a while since he felt such…an overwhelming sense of righting the wrongs his past held. “Thank you Ume, I shall treasure this for as long as I live.” She squeals with happiness.
“My Lord– er, Gyomei, do you need assistance with eating? I’ve brought some grilled meat and cold noodles. If you would like something else I’m sure one of the vendors will be happy enough to provide us with a meal worthy of your-”
“Mama, he can just eat the rock.” Yeji – who you can imagine rolling her eyes like it was the most obvious choice – says. Mother quiets before a snort of laughter rings through Gyomei’s ears. She’s laughing so hard that her breath comes out in quick pants.
It takes her a few minutes to calm down, the children giggling along with her in a harmonious melody. “I think Mister Gyomei should decide if he is the one to eat a rock or not.” She removes her hands from Gyomei’s arm, his warmth already missing hers. “But your mother worked so hard to prepare this meal.” Her timbre shifts to that of a whining child. The children hum in acknowledgment.
“Mama does work very hard to fill our tummies…” Teke mutters quietly.
“Teke is right! Let mister G…Gy…Gyoma eat Mama’s food!” Yeji yells. Gyomei fills with delight. These children, this atmosphere, it was almost too much.
With the help of Mother, Gyomei enjoys a delicious meal – a few tears are shed because of the pure deliciousness present on his tastebuds. He could’ve fed himself but in all honesty, he preferred the way Mother fed him. “Now it’s off to bed with you heathens.” She laughs.
The children rush to set up their mats, unfolding one for Gyomei. The cool air of night fills the room. “Mister Stone Man, ask Mama for a bedtime story, that way she can’t say no.” Pin is talking to him and he hears a scoff from his other side.
“Pin, I would’ve told you a tale regardless.” Mother hums. As the night settles in Gyomei can feel himself grow restless. The tale was about the Demon Corps and Gyomei felt his duty weighing on him more now than ever. He was strong enough to handle it now, that’s what he kept telling himself.
Mother was humming a lullaby with children surrounding her. He could see – well envision – himself falling into slumber, but his ears perk up at the sound of a twig snapping. Animals inhabit the surrounding woods, but this snap wasn’t on purpose. Something had tripped, the vibrations echoing malicious intent. He stills, one hand on his rosary.
He turns to the last place he felt Mother, the look – if he could have one – must have conveyed to quiet down. He can hear her wake the children who had fallen asleep. She whispers to them calm instructions, her voice never breaking an inch in fear or distress. “Go to the corner. Cover the children.” Gyomei whispers. The creaking tatami signals she had done as instructed. Gyomei was strong this time. People listened when he told them to get behind him. He would protect them. Whatever the cost. His life mattered not if he did not give it to those he protected. Whatever was outside had to be a demon, Gyomei could smell the blood dripping from its mouth. The searing smell of flesh demons usually carried. It was disgusting.
It was approaching the house. Gyomei could act on his impulse and carry out the slaying, but through a calm reproach, he would stick to the group of people he was to protect. If he left their side that left them open to an attack. The house was far enough away from the rest of the village that he wasn’t worried about anyone else coming into harm's way. “Mama, what’s going on?” Yeji asks, her voice barely above a whisper. Gyomei’s muscles tense.
It heard.
The figure appears, he can tell. “Well well well, fine dining just for me?” It sneers grotesquely. “A meaty steak and,” its voice pauses. “And some string beans to go along with it.” Gyomei can practically see the sickly smile that creeps up the evil one’s face.
“Namu Amida Butsu. Namu Amida Butsu. Namu Amida Butsu.” Gyomei feels the sinking disgust take over his body as tears flood down his face.
“Why is this one talking?” The demon questions before striking out with it’s claws. Gyomei continues his chant, gliding backwards to the group of children. Without breaking his chant the chain of his axe and flail extend outward. The nichirin metal surrounds the demon, grunts of struggle echoing in Gyomei’s ears.
This foe will not live. It will not take another life. The edge of Gyomei’s axe cuts the skin of the demon. It hisses in agony, squirming to be free from the chain wrapped around its body. Gyomei was blessed to have gone through rigorous training, hours of meditation, and being able to feel his other Hashira at work. This demon was not strong enough to defeat the pure strength Gyomei possessed. He could save these children. He would save these children.
The axe handle snaps back with a tug, slicing through the demon’s throat, but not all the way. “W-who are you?” It gurgles out.
“May you find peace.” Gyomei prays. “Amen.” Before a small pull severs the head of the demon. He’s panting, worn out from the short battle. His head spins with thoughts and prayers for the damaged creature born of hate. He decides maybe he’d like for Mother to sing him a lullaby, to ease him into slumber. The sobs of the children finally hit Gyomei when they surround his legs, hugging him.
“You were so cool!” Teke cries out, probably both scared and impressed.
“Thank you Mister Gyoma!” Yeji sobs, wiping her tear struck face on Gyomei’s pants.
“Gyomei,” He looks up, wracked with emotions unnameable. “You saved us, thank you. I am eternally grateful.”
Eternal. Yes, that’s how long Gyomei would fight for the innocent.
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