Blood in Flame and Water

Poison in our Words

Notes:
Alright, let's go. I'm boppin to a good ass song, I've got my Rengoku earrings in, my LED's set to pink, and I'm ready to fight God.

Here's your next chapter bitches. I hope you like it. It's depressing slightly. Lmao

Warnings; mentions of injury, vomiting, attempted murder, flashbacks, Muichiro's forgettful ass
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The boy panted for air heavily before turning to the others occupying the room, "It's Yasha… "

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"It's Yasha… "

Gyomei immediately grew worried, the skin between his brows furrowing in ripples. A protective hand was placed on the boy's back, pressing him further into the elder's chest and torso. The Hashira could feel the boy pant for air against his yukata, making the purple fabric wet with precipitation from each forceful exhale.

Righting the boy, Himejima set both of his hands against Genya's shoulders and asked him seriously, "What about Yasha, Genya-kun? What has happened? Where is Mitski? "

The young Shinazugawa shook his head, still frantic from the earlier run and panicked from what Gyomei could only assume what happened with Yasha. The boy huffed, "Mitski's with Yasha; they didn't want to leave his side. We passed Shinobu-san on the way there. I don't know why she would even be around here, and Mitski immediately seemed suspicious. Getting to the hut… it just went into chaos… "

Himejima hummed, unnerved suddenly by the idea of Shinobu suddenly appearing in his territory unannounced. The last half of Genya's frazzled explanation caught the man's attention the most, however, "Please tell me what happened, Genya-kun. I need to know. "

The softer tone used by the man seemed to snap the younger's attention back into the present moment. His eyes seemed to focus in, and a hard line of tension creased the skin between Genya's brows, "When we got to the cabin, everything was quiet, really too quiet. Opening the door, Mitski immediately grew frantic and went inside, only for me to catch up and find Yasha convulsing on the floor. The veins around his eyes and throat were black, Gyomei-san… like he was poisoned. I made him throw up, and black tar came out instead of bile. "

Nodding determinedly, Himejima knew now what he needed to know. Standing rigid, he made sure Genya was paying attention to his next command, "Genya, I need you to listen carefully. I am proud of your quick thinking, it quite possibly saved Yasha-san's life, " The young Shinazugawa blushed red at the praise, slightly uncomfortable with how easily it came from the strongest Hashira to be said towards Genya of all people, "but we must hurry. "

Genya snapped out of his flustered state and nodded, "Hai! Wh-what do we do now? "

Gyomei let his hands fall from Genya's shoulders and pointed down the hallway to his right, though it was off by an inch, "We must gather a blanket and towels, possibly raw protein for Yasha's consumption, and a change of clothes. Yasha's regeneration might be lagging due to a lack of energy it can digest. By giving him something to eat, he can gain some strength back. "

Genya nodded with an adorable expression of determination, "I'll get the blanket and a change of clothes. I think Yasha is about your size, so I'll get some from your wardrobe. I can let the Kakushi know about the meat thing, too. "

With a nod from his sensei, Genya was immediately off running down the hallway. Once the boy disappeared, Kanroji piped up from her spot on her feet, "G-Gyomei-san! What can Muichiro-kun and I do? We must be able to do something! "