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AUTHORS NOTE

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Also, what do all of you fabulous readers want for a 1k special? I was thinking either a Q&A or a face reveal, but I want to know what you all think. ❞

!! Major Manga Spoilers !!

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'Why does everyone keep dying?'

They were dead, it seemed like all of them were. None of them had been spared the wrath of the demon lord. Even the kid, Muichiro, and Shinazugawa's brother, Genya. The pillars, the other demon slayers...

'Why are they all dead?'

They didn't deserve to die, none of them did. That didn't stop Muzan and his demons, though. No, Muzan didn't care and never would. Well, he'd never get the chance. He was gone now, like everyone else.

Everyone except Giyuu.

Well, that's what he thought. He wasn't certain about everyone, but everybody in his general vicinity was, just a body. Just lifeless bodies on the ground, and he was going to be one of them soon.

His arm, well, where his arm had been, was bleeding profusely. He couldn't move, his slumped figure slowly draining of the little flickers of life that clung desperately to him. But they were fading, like dying stars. Soon he would be as dead as the person in front of him.

Tanjiro.

Tanjiro was in front of him. Oh, why? Why did yet another person he had grown emotionally attached to have to die? Several times he had sworn he had been cursed, and this was one of them. He had hoped and prayed that the boy he had grown to think of as a younger brother would gain a pulse again, would breathe again. But nothing, his skin cold and covered in blood, his arm ripped off and his head down.

A silent tear tracked down his cheek. Turning red-tinted as it mixed with the blood on his ragged face.

Alone.

No one was here, he was alone once again. He had lost everything he had loved to the demons yet again. And he doubted he would ever truly be at peace. Not when so many had sacrificed themselves for him. He couldn't understand why. He thought everyone hated him, so why would they put their lives down to get him to triumph.

They didn't deserve to die.

But he did, Muzan did, the demons did, but none of them. He didn't care what anyone said at this point, they didn't deserve it. Even if they had made mistakes, only the demons deserved it.

The light was dwindling.

His eyes were closing, he didn't have the energy nor the will to keep them open - to stay alive. He had no reasons left, no demons left to slay, no people he loved to try - and fail - to protect.

He began to fall to the side, the weight difference between the side that had an arm and the side that didn't was catching up to him. The adrenaline that kept the fragments of his waning life force alive was flickering.

Someone caught him?

That couldn't be right, that would have meant someone was alive. And no one was, so he must have been hallucinating. But then, whoever had their arms around him was a lot warmer than they usually were.

They were bawling at him, but he couldn't tell what they were saying. Everything was blurry as he struggled to open his eyes, the sound coming through his ears was blurry too, if such a thing was possible. The only sound he could make out was the dull ringing of his ears. Not that everything was quiet, but nothing was very decipherable to him.

The grip grew tighter as if whoever was holding him was hugging him for dear life. But everything was drifting farther and farther away. He was sinking, into the inky depths of unconsciousness.

And somehow, before Giyuu passed out from exhaustion and blood loss, he heard.

"I can't lose you too."

...

Sanemi clutched Giyuu's nearly lifeless body in his tattered arms, tears dripping violently from his face. He couldn't bear to lose yet another person whom he had outwardly pretended to hate, even if he had merely wanted to protect them. He couldn't take yet another loss.

And here, the two remaining pillars were still, one in the other's arms as he took what may have been his last breath. But despite everything, his weak heartbeat continued, and the wind pillar sighed in distraught relief.

Sanemi may be no medical expert, but he could at least acknowledge that Giyuu was alive - if only hanging on by a thread. He could additionally recognize that the man needed medical attention immediately.

Sanemi realized with faint self-disappointment that he had failed to notice the dead boy slumped in front of the water pillar. It's not that he wasn't aware of his surroundings, but more so that he became sort of tunnel-visioned when it came to anything that involved Giyuu. He favoured to tune out everything except the ravenette.

"Please be okay."

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When Giyuu belatedly had the strength to open his eyes, the sight he saw was confusing.

He had assumed that he was dying, so why was he in his estate? However, what is more concerning is why Sanemi was passed out clutching his hand?

And while his brain was somewhat short-circuiting over the fact that a very good-looking man named Sanemi Shinazugawa was holding his hand and leaning on his bed, he failed to notice that he was covered in bandages and his arm was gone.

Well, that was until the pain struck.

Why does it hurt so much?

He cried out, yelping in the newfound searing pain that spread through his body, presumably as painkillers wore off far too quickly. In doing this, he woke Sanemi up abruptly.

Sanemi's eyes went wide when he noticed Giyuu's newfound consciousness. "You're awake..." He looked almost dazed for a moment then snapped back to the present.

He checked the time, "Shit, I fell asleep and forgot to get you your pain meds on time, fuck." He grabbed two pills and a cup of water, both of which he handed to Giyuu, who weakly took them in his hands and swallowed the pills.

He hadn't realized how parched he was, the water was like heaven. He also hadn't noticed the tear tracks that looked like they had been weathered into the wind pillar's face, his brother's death was hitting him hard.

"We're the only ones left."