𝐸𝓅𝒽𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓇𝒶 ; ᴷⁱᵐᵉᵗˢᵘ ⁿᵒ ʸᵃⁱᵇᵃ ᴼⁿᵉˢʰᵒᵗˢ (discontinued until further notice)

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AUTHORS NOTE

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❝I swear to Celeste the amount of times my keyboard switched into Russian while typing this is unforgivable.
Also, sorry for not posting, I literally have sports 6 days a week and I play an instrument pretty seriously. I have pretty much no free time. (I play soccer and hockey, as well as the saxophone.)❞

!! Major Manga Spoilers !!

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Sanemi yelled, his sword slashed against the trees nearby him recklessly. He didn't care if it broke anymore. He was just so angry. He was angered at something that very clearly had to be a lie. If it was true, someone should've picked up that the bastard was suicidal. Someone should've, but no one did. So it had to be a deception.

Just because he had been uncommunicative most of the time, never interacted. His eyes were dead, he never smiled, he wagered his own life like it signified nothing. It often seemed that no one liked him, appeared as if he had no friends at all.

But he couldn't have been like, actually depressed or anything, right? He was merely a bit antisocial.

A lie, a lie, that was the only possibility. They were all lying.

He couldn't have been, he seemed far too arrogant and self-absorbed to be depressed or anything. Any reason for Sanemi to believe that this was a lie was playing on repeat in his head.

He wasn't dead, that's what he told himself. This was all just some elaborate joke orchestrated by the bastard himself to make them all look ridiculous. He wasn't gonna fall for it and mourn him or anything. And as soon as he found the water pillar, he was gonna throttle him for not being on the job because of a joke. And for making him worry, but that's a secret he'll never tell.

Rengoku had to be in on it too, he thought, and Kocho. That was the only possibility because he couldn't be dead.

He yelled, why would they pull such a stupid prank anyway? Maybe they told the truth, maybe Giyuu is dead. One question still plagued Sanemi's churning thoughts, though.

What was Giyuu's reason?

Why did he have to die in the first place? If he did die, Sanemi was having a bit of trouble believing that. No, they were all filthy liars who had no right to be hashiras.

What wouldn't be a lie was that even as he was denying Giyuus death in the first place, wet tears still left the wide eyes of the wind pillar.

Goddamn bastard, Sanemi thought, he shouldn't have been allowed to die. He was a hashira, for fucks sake, they couldn't just go dying randomly. But nope, he somehow got off the hook and decided to bleed out in his fucking bedroom.

This shouldn't have even happened.

Oh why, why, why, why?

Why was he taken from me? Why him of all people? Why him?

Angry tears now cascaded down the cheeks of the white haired wind pillar. He hadn't even got the chance to thank him for the ohagi yet, damn him.

How dare the universe take away the man who made his heart flutter in ways it probably wasn't supposed to.

How dare the universe?!

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Kyojuro didn't often feel sad, and yet his mood was feeling very dour at the moment. He had recently discovered the dead body of the now-former water pillar lying in a puddle of blood that had turned out to be his own. With slit wrists and a knife near his hand.

He figured that finding a comrade dead to his own hand was enough to sour anyone's mood, though. And he pitied Shinobu for having to be the one to fully examine him, as well as the kakushi who were the ones who would need to retrieve his body.

He had only seen it for a few minutes, but it made him sick. Not the blood, he was quite used to that, but the wounds that Giyuu had inflicted upon himself were enough to make the flame hashira shudder.

And when he had quickly examined the body of the late water hashira, he had noticed not only the new, but also the older remnants of self made wounds. It concerned him greatly, that he could have been seriously not okay and they had never noticed and just blindly continued to torment him and make his time around them - his colleagues - somewhat a living hell.

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"Idiot!" A loud voice rang out, snapping Giyuu out of what he assumed was a daze. But he felt oddly not alive.

His memories flood in, the pain, the suffering, the helplessness and hazy depression. He had simply wanted it to end, he was tired of everything. He hadn't realized until it was too late that he had broken a vital vow he had made to the boy he had lost in final selection all those years ago. He hadn't realized how he had betrayed both of them, Tsutako and Sabito. He hadn't meant to dishonor them how he had.

'You just had to go and kill yourself, didn't you.'

'It's not my fault!'

'Of course it is, you're the one who did it.'

'I was tired, okay, I didn't mean to do it.'

'But you still did.'

"Why'd you have to do that to yourself, I thought I told you to try to actually value your own life!" The arms of a peach haired boy wrapped around his torso, smothering him lightly. Sabito was here, in the afterlife with him, and he couldn't have been exactly happy to see him.

He would have been perfectly content to just sit there and enjoy the warmth of the friend he had missed oh so much, but Sabito seemed to have other ideas. The scar-faced boy pushed the ravenette away just far enough so that they could see each other's faces and look each other in the eye. And then...

Slap!

Giyuu's face burned red, having not expected to be hit. "That's what you get for breaking our promise, Yuu. You better not do it again." Sabito was serious with this, and even knowing that he had said that if he broke the promise that they would no longer be friends, he couldn't bring himself to do anything more than try to slap some sense into the water pillars head.

"Sabito, I don't think I'll have anymore opportunities to break that promise. I'm dead now, remember?"