Everchanging

Bridge and a Blade

!!TW!! Obsession, Stalking, Suicide Attempt, Self-Harm, Panic Attack, CSA/SA, Vulgar/Sexual Language, Asian Fetishization(?)

Sanemi feasibly could not run any faster. He was out of the car and sprinting before Giyuu could even come to a full stop, the other man yelling after him. He didn't care if he hurt himself, God knows what was happening to his baby brother right now. So, he pushed his legs to run faster.

He could hear the car skid to a stop and his friends follow behind him, Obanai's car screeching onto the street. Sanami tripped up the steps, bruising his shins as he stumbled up to his level. His shoulder crashed into the door, he couldn't breath over the heaving of his lungs.

Giyuu snuck up behind him, hand pressing into the small of Sanemi's back to help ground him as the man shoved the door open. Once the adults had walked into the house, they froze. One of Sanemi's vases was shattered on the couch, water soaking into the cushions and the TV was still blaring some random ass movie Sanemi didn't care about. The kitchen was a mess, a knife missing from the block and every cabinet left open. He noticed every door was open except for Genya's but he couldn't make out a sound over the beating of his heart in his ears.

"Guys...look." Kyojuro turned from the entrance with a pair of black heels in his trembling hand. Tengen hissed, rushing off to check the open rooms. Giyuu jiggled the locked door of Genya's room, pressing his ear up to the wood to listen.

"There in here. I can hear them." He said, turning back to the group. "The door's locked."

"He has a lock on his door?" Tengen's eyebrow pinched. "Is that smart?"

"He doesn't lock it, usually." Sanemi muttered, eyes wide and unseeing as he shuffled over to Giyuu and the door. He could hear a phone ringing and the sounds of voices in the room, noticeably only Tanjiro, Nezuko, and Inosuke's voices. Genya's voice was nowhere to be heard.

"Move. I'm opening it." Tengen scowled, his expression dark as he glanced back to the heels at the door. Obanai and his group stumbled through the door, eyes wide as they saw the others.

"How are you going to open it?" Giyuu asked, pulling Sanemi to his side so he wouldn't get hurt by Tengen, who was lifting his foot. "Ah, I should've guessed."

"I should've said something earlier." Mitsuri cried, kneeled down near the shoes as she hiccuped. "I saw her. I saw her follow him."

"You didn't know." Shinobu wrapped her arms around the other woman, pressing her lips into her head as both of them trembled. "You didn't know for sure if she was dangerous."

Tengen slammed his foot into the door near the handle, hard enough for a clear crack to be heard. Sanemi saw splinters of wood fall to the ground but he didn't care since the door was opening. He shook off Giyuu's hands to rush into the room and immediately he froze.

His eyes fell onto the messed up room, figures broken and manga ripped to shreds. It looked like a tornado tore through here, almost everything was destroyed and thrown onto the floor. He caught sight of an unfamiliar body on his brother's bed, the sheets soaked in blood and he couldn't help but hope that it belonged to that woman. She was unconscious, a hand shaped bruise bleeding onto her neck. Her shirt was unbuttoned and open to reveal the skin beneath, her skirt was pulled up enough for everyone to see her panties. He felt sick when he noticed the lace, realizing that the woman dolled up just to torture his baby brother.

Who, he noticed, sat on the floor on the opposite side of the room. Vomit smeared across the floor, his brother's body also soiled by the bile. Blood drooled down his arms, dripping from his elbows to trickle down his belly. Sanemi couldn't stop the tears that choked him when he saw the mussed hair and shirtless body. His brother's belt undone and his pants opened, the fabric disturbed to sit uneven on his hips. Bruises bloomed on his face, some peeking around his body and arms.