Forbidden lovers

So fragile

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-sᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴘᴏsᴛᴇᴅ: 06/02/22
2610 ᴡᴏʀᴅs.

The next night, Akaza walked out of the fortress with the new title earned; upper moon two. A rank higher than he was before. However the place came at a great hardship, god the amount of times Akaza felt like he was about to loose throughout that fight.

It was terrifying.

Not the thought of him loosing, no. It was only scary because of the mindset that Akaza wouldn't see Kyojuro again. That's what kept him going, lashing out every possible techniques in order to immobilise the weaker demon as quick as he could.

As a result of winning, the now newly announced 'upper two' ate Hentagu. Just a temporary solution to his undying hunger. After all Akaza couldn't bring himself to take blood from the hashira while he was in a coma. It just wouldn't sit right with his conscience.

'Should I go back to him?' The demon wondered, starting to loose hope that Kyojuro may wake up anytime soon. But it didn't matter. Akaza would wait an eternity for him.

So the demon did the next best thing...

Drink away his sorrows.

"Aye! those are criminal tattoos! I best not be seein' ya trynna steal any of my shit" the human man behind the bar gruffly stated, his chubby face scrunched in unruly judgement. The demon who stumbled into the small building rolled his eyes, very much holding back the urge to kill this man.

"Say that again... I'll kill you. Give me your strongest Sake" the demon wore a large hooded ornament over his head - staring at the floor in order to hide his demonetised features; instantly weighting all his body on the small stool.

The owner raised a brow 'fucking junkie' he thought while complying to the mysterious costumers request.

Akaza gave a scowl and downed the cup of sake almost as soon as it was slammed on the counter top by the man; not even bothering to savour the pleasant, burning sensation running down his throat.

The demon sighed, gesturing him to get a few more.

The owner looked rather suspiciously at him, small eyes narrowed as he lined up a few more cups and poured the alcohol in each rather quickly.

"Drink up" he mumbled before going to serve a group of men who just came in - looking to be already substantially intoxicated. Akaza sighed and lowered his head further so a complete blackness was covering his face now; downing each cup one by one - finishing with loudly slapping the last down with an exasperated groan.

The men looked at the mysterious person with a tinge of curiosity.

"Oi! Come drink wit us man" one of the shorter chimed, he was probably one of the least drunk between the five. "Yeah! We just got away from our wives haha! Feels like fuckin' freedom!"

Akaza rolled his eyes from underneath the hood.

"Another round." He ordered the owner, ignoring them completely - back hunched over the counter as the man complied again, however a little more weary this time for some reason.

"Hey! We're talking to you!" A rather plump man stomped towards the demon and shook him violently on the shoulder. "Don't fucking touch me" Akaza spat, crooking his head to the side in a threatening manner, showing off the pearly whites of his sharp teeth and strangely glowing eyes.

"W-what the fucks with your face?!" The people behind screeched, red faces more alight with disgust rather than fear. The new second upper moon, rolled his shoulders slowly in a circle - swigging down the fresh Sake and standing up silently.