𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

9. Rengoku Kyojuro (angst)

THE ETERNAL SUNSET.

In which the reader dies to save Senjuro, while Kyojuro is off to a mission. When he comes back, he finds out his father and brother are attending a funeral only to figure out that the one on the pile of roses is you.

WARNING: very serious angst, death, gore and blood.

Requested by: @MrHiachi

(FOR THE FANART I HAVE USED, CREDITS GO TO THE AUTHOR).

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«Promise me you will come back» you whispered, cupping his face in your hands. It was just a cute habit of yours. Before he left for a mission, you asked him to promise he would have come back to you. As demon slayers you were both used to live with the possibility of not coming back home. Still, you did your best not to shutter each other hearts.

Kyojuro smiled back at you and grasped one of your hand, bringing it to his mouth. He eyed you from behind his long, dark eyelashes, hooded hues soaking in every detail of your face before brushing his lips against it. You chuckled, cocking your head to the side, and he planted a soft kiss on the back of your hand and locked your fingers together.

His orange and red hues bored into yours as he finally made his promise «I will always come back to you, love. Take care of my heart, while I am gone. I am leaving it with you, do not crash it» he said, before taking a step back.

You tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and nodded «I would never break your heart, Kyojuro. I will take good care of it and myself» you reassured him. He knew you could perfectly look after yourself. You were a slayer too, you had trained yourself hard to become one. He had watched you climb the ranks, you were his pride and his joy. Yet, you were his girlfriend, his liability. The idea of losing you was his worst nightmare.

«You better will! – he cheerfully replied – Time is up, unfortunately. See you in a few, love» he added, capturing your lips in a brief, loving kiss. His warm, plumped lips indulged over yours for a few seconds and, in a nick of time, the warmth was gone again.

Kyojuro took his leave. You grinned and watched him disappear under a bright orange sky. A sunset, a breathtaking sunset matching the color of his eyes was leading him to his next mission.

You sighed, once he was gone, and retired back into the Rengoku's residence. Senjuro was cooking something and you had promised him to teach a few tricks your grandmother had taught you, before passing away.

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The dinner was peaceful. You enjoyed your meal with Senjuro and you left a plate for Shinjuro. Despite being a grumbling, ruthless man he respected you. He usually told you he was a lost cause and that should have spent your spare time training, instead of checking on him. However, you pitied him and you would have never given up on him.

He was out buying his sakè and you were playing cards with Senjuro, allowing the night summer breeze to caress your skin. You loved Senjuro. You grew fond of him since the day you had moved in with Kyojuro. The younger Rengoku was the sweetest, purest soul you had ever met in your whole life. Another ray of sun, just like his older brother.

«Hey, Y/N, I wanted to tell you something... May I?» he said, dealing the cards.

You propped your chin on the back of your hand and nodded «Of course, Senjuro! – you said, winking at him – As long as you stop winning each match!» you joked.