They don't know

chapter 8

Warm blood is running from his nose. The man, no his freaking father just kicked him in the face. Ruby blood is running from his nose and sticking on the black combat boot. The stranger, not his father, his father is resting in an old wooden house on mount Sagiri. The stranger is smirking. It’s a cold crazy smile. A smile before he got hit, because he has a mark. He’s been beaten by a man, who was supposed to love him and not hit him. The man pulled at his hair and forced his head back.

The others were gasping and shocked. The guy, a stranger, a face without a purpose, to him at least. The urge to do something, he wasn’t supposed to do, tickled him in his fingertips and a strange familiar feeling began to bubble up inside him. The sickening feeling to give a bit pain back to someone who hurt him his whole life. Like a siren’s song, which leads the way to death.

Death isn’t something he’s afraid of, it’s something he sees and feels every day. The little head turn wasn’t painful or frightened. It was small and besides the stranger’s irony grip on his hair, rather easy to do. He smiled, a kind and unusual smile for him, he smiled at them, the important people in his life, his sister Tsutako and his friends. He’d love to spend more time with them, but it’s too late.

He was too slow, again. He turned his head back at the kidnapper and smiled at him to.

“You know, I was wrong, so wrong, but you were too, and I don’t know what you are, but I know what I am.” Giyuu said.

With his last words he spit in his father’s face and a black mark appeared on his pale face. It covered one side of his cheek. His father was surprised and stumbled a step back. With the second of unknowledge he kicked his groin with every strength he had. The man was set flying back and hit his head on the stone wall. He stumbled back down and jumped back up.

He had his claws out and fangs down. Marks appeared on the man’s face and covered the hole right side of his face. His eyes darked black. The man ran to Giyuu, claws out.

“Dead calm”

Giyuu used his breathing techniques. Water drops are dancing around him. His fingernails take a blue color, which are unique.

He blocked and his father stumbled and crashed in the opposite wall. They both started another attack, one of Giyuus claws scratched the other man. The scratch is on his mark. It begins to glow, in the same color as his nails. The glow spread and is burning the man’s face. It’s spreading and burns the man from the inside out. Only left are his clothes and the belongings of his father.

“Demon blood art, droplets of life.”

He said and his mark disappeared, his nails held no longer the color and are short. He turned to his friends, smiled, takes the key and opened the chains, his were destroyed by the fight. 

“What the fuck are you?”

Sanemi asked, an unusual, frightened tone in his voice.

“I’m a half demon, my mother, a human and my father was a demon. I’m a half demon by birth and I don’t eat humans and I can be exposed to sun light. My demon blood art is rather weak.”Giyuu said.

“Let’s sort this later out, before someone dies.” Rengoku said.

They opened the door with the key. The halls are a endless maze. They walked quite a bit, but made it to the end, without any conflict. They opened the door and were met with an unpleasant sight. They are in a cellar. They go upstairs and are standing in a big house.

“ We were quiet long enough, explain bastard.” Sanemi said.

He turned around and locked eyes with a person he dearly loves.

“He’s not a bastard, bitch. We were long enough apart. We were fooled by a bastard. Our innocent mother once met a young man and locked eyes with him. She fell for him and got fooled. She was forced to birth two cursed children. It broke her and eventually got eaten by the man she was forced to marry and birth cursed children for him. Hopefully, she’s in a better place now. The two cursed children are humans and demons, perfect split in half. The older one has a great strength and great knowledge. A demon blood art never manifested. They are just a human with god like power. The younger one has a demon blood art :’Droplets of life’. Despite being half a demon the blood art is deadly poisonous for a demon, but it can safe a humans life on the other hand. Both are copies from each other. The older female the younger male. Both got pale skin and deep blue eyes. The body of a human, the power of a demon. That’s the curse from our family. Because we age like normal humans, the sensei of all demons, Muzan , makes our family the other equal part to pass on our genetics. Our mother was just a coincidence. They had to adapt to it. Our father is dead and with that the brother from Muzan. Me and my brother ran, after some things got out of control. I met someone special and loved them with all my heart. Father played with all our minds.”

Tsutako Tomioka ended her speech and let the heavy words settle in. She didn’t breaks the eye contact with the person she dearly loves. She slowly casts her arm upwards to the scarred cheek from Sanemi. Her finger gently touches his forehead and light blue lights summons him. He closes his eyes. He opens them again and also touches the cheek from Tsutako. He pulled her closer and kisses her gently.

He can remember his finance. The person he never could forget again and her silly brother. They smile at each other and met the eyes from the shocked other hashiras.

They never saw the Sanemi smile before! Happines washed over them and they stepped out of the house and ran fast away. As far as they could, because they need to get as fast as they can back to their master. With the new knowledge and a new strategy to strike down Muzan.

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This story is so messy.