CAT || Kimetsu No Yaiba Fanfic

Cat Chapter 49

TW: mentions of suicide, more death, kny fic being a kny fic

Important note at the end.

He grabbed her hands, stopping her in place. He look at her with those gentle look he rarely shows.

"It's okay," he said softly.

A sob racked her body. "No, it's not," she whispered. "You're dying, and you're not even doing anything about it."

The sun shone above the horizon, dissolving the left behind demon limb buried at the pit of his stomach. Blood immediately flowed from the gaping wound.

She let out a shaky gasp as he hacked out blood, clutching her hand tighter as his breath came out in pants. He had been struggling to even breathe.

"Because I'm already dying, like what you said." He reach out to place a hand on her cheek, wiping a tear away from her face he loves so much looking at. She snuggled into his warmth, his remaining warmth. They were both shaking. "Thank you for being with me in such little time. Everything will be okay now."

"I don't want that. I want you to be okay, dammit." She said, squeezing her eyes shut and clutching his hand tighter. "Please, whatever god is out there. Let me have him longer."

His heart broke, but still keep his smile, even if there's a few tears already mixing with the blood running down his cheeks. He forced himself with his remaining strength, pulling her closer and leaning forward.

Then he placed a last, gentle kiss on her forehead.

"I love you."

Her eyes shot open with an almost audible gasp, grasping the thing closest to her. She forced her heart to calm down, controlling her breathing as much as she could.

She gave a last puff of breath, before slowly sighing and closing her eyes.

Nightmares aren't supposed to be that detailed.

She look beside her to the hand she was holding.

It was the hand she was holding back then, at the too detailed nightmare. It was slimmer, but it's warm.

Recently, the memory like vissions are getting more frequent, along with the nightmares. She thought that as long as it won't hinder anyone, then she won't tell a single soul about it. Though her sleep is getting affected.

And it's not just with Kyoujuro. She had seen her brats too. Even the rest of the Hashira.

Looks like she has to tell the damn bird. And it looks like it's more important than she first thought.

Hotaru stood up, putting on the scarf. She heard rustling behind her at the futon of the brats. She look over her shoulder to see Zenitsu blinking at her drowsily.

"Hotaru-san?"

"Zenitsu, sorry if I woke you," she said.

Zenitsu blink once again, paying much more attention to her, and ignoring the right name she said. "No, it's okay. But where are you going?"

"I have something to tell Sanzo." She passed him and the still slumbering bodies. "Go back to sleep, kid."

As she quietly closed the door, Zenitsu can't help but feel like he should have seeked more answers. On how her heart sound like it's almost breaking, or how her soul sound like it's crying for warmth.