vessel(discontinued)

again

Honestly speaking, Yoriichi was still as furious and angry as before. He just wasn't allowing himself to rage.

To kill Muzan wasn't to scream and yell at him.

It was to slice him. To dice him up. To throw his pieces into sunlight and watch him burn.

Yoriichi had followed Muzan's neck. Through the mist of death. Through the sunlight of rebirth. All this time Yoriichi was alive was dedicated to eliminating Muzan. 

Even as those behind him with madness reached and cried out for him.

...

There are only two things Yoriichi wants to do.

Kill Muzan, and die.

Causing his own death was just as easy as causing demons' death. That sort of fear had been conquered through hatred.

The blade was connected to his life.

The blade is also connected to his death.

The blade, likewise, is always connected to Muzan.

Yoriichi breathed in the dusty air.

The "battlefield" was old and battered. It must have been here was Yoriichi, in his own body, was alive.

Through the layer of earth that was between Yoriichi and the ground, the sun had come up fully. 

Yoriichi is trusting Nezuko to be safe.

He will trust the demon slayers...

During the time he was placing trust in his heart a dust swirl had rose.

The dust went as soon as it came. When it cleared--

The anger that Yoriichi held at bay exploded.

Muzan had summoned Upper Moon two and ran for it.

The Upper Moon had two gold fans, scarily sharp.

His hair had a bloodstain and his clothing majestic.

His eyes danced happily and his smile was taunting.

"Oh? Are you the one superhuman Muzan-sama was talking about?" 

Yoriichi dropped his head.

He should have known.

He felt his skin burn with anger.

Muzan will take anything but death. He was a warrior of no honor.

"Hey, hey! You hearing me?" The demon, no more than just a nuisance to him, waved and swung his arms. "Not to be mean but... are you deaf?"

His thoughts swirled around him like a whirlpool.

Raise the heat some more.

"Huh? What did you just say?"

His emotions exploded.

Yoriichi, feeling himself swing with all his strength at the Upper Moon, turned his blade into a shade of red that was never before.

Shining with the true despair Yoriichi had never came in contact with, ever.

Shining with the strength that even Yoriichi couldn't achieve until now.

The demon couldn't stop the attack. His face, full with shock, crumbled.

"You did not j--"

He had no more time. 

The demon's insides detonated. 

How he just moved... It wasn't unlike when he first smiled.

He had felt the edges of his mouth turn up.

His hands slid to his sword.

His eyes had softened by themselves...

The sword turned deep scarlet...

...And he had smiled.

...And the demon was dead.

It came naturally...

Muzan was correct.

Yoriichi is the real monster.

Climbing up from the b̶a̶t̶t̶l̶e̶f̶i̶e̶l̶d̶, Yoriichi saw the sun right in its place at the east. Morning.

He went inside the wisteria house.

Sheathing his sword, he walked over to the Nezuko who was under a blanket.

He sat down and stroked her hair. She smiled and laid down for a good nap.

Yoriichi felt tears sting at his eyes. 

Emotions are so troublesome.

Still, Yoriichi couldn't shake off the lonely feelings of emptiness. Living with only one dark goal was tiring and sorrowful.

He missed his brother and family. They had been torn from him every life he had.

Not knowing all of this would have been better. Everyone protects another from this world by not telling. Not asking.

Unknowing of dangers would make everyone braver.

But Yoriichi should never cry.

Wiping his slightly wet eyes, he turns to see a old woman with a tray of green tea next to him.

"What is wrong, young man?" She looked very kind under her wrinkles. "If you're worried about the little fire that was in the yard, it had already passed. It had been treated for, don't be sad."

Yoriichi couldn't help it anymore.

His back arched and his hands rushed to cover his face.

Like a violent stream, tears slid one after another out of his red eyes. As much as he struggled to whisk away the tears, it just continued.

He knew.

It was Sumiyoshi's wife, reborn.

"Hey, don't be sad..." The aged woman pulled out a clean white cloth and dabbed at his eyes.

Yoriichi couldn't talk. He could only say half a sentence before his breaking sobs came back.

"I-- D-Don't worry, I am-- I'm just..." 

Just sad.