₊ ᘐ ꒰my messy akaza related writing! ₊˚ ・

ᝬ 🌸 𖠵 rain and flowers 𓄹

☆﹕❀﹒welcome to a new chapter~!

﹒category ﹒ıllı﹢= angst
→characters﹐⿴﹒= akaza, an oc called 'C', and mentions of another character
ᶻz notes﹒♡﹐= a friend came up with the idea for this fic! another friend that likes 🌽 helped edit it :D
This is part 1 of a 3(maybe 4?) part oneshot
my friend's idea included the oc called C, so i kept that :)

ᝬ 🌸 𖠵 let's start! 𓄹

Unpromising clouds loom over the jet-black sky, much like the gloom emanating from you. The grass felt dry beneath your feet, the wind so strong you were sure it could blow your frail figure away into the darkness surrounding you.

The initial shock had already worn away, leaving you an aimless wreck . The ceaseless pain that had stabbed through you over and over again had reduced to a dull ache sucking away all the life and energy from you. You fell down, back hitting the flowers beneath you jarringly. Moving your legs up and down to simply walk had become too exhausting of a job. Slowly, you sink into the colourless field of flowers.

Your closest, lifelong friend had just passed away.

Your flash eyes open. Face it, C. he died. Stop using stupid, vague euphemisms. A wave of self loathing washes over you.

All at once, a shower of freezing rain falls down. The mournful rain strikes your face like bullets. In mere seconds your clothes are drenched , clinging to your skin. The sparse body warmth you previously had dissolves away in the frigid, relentless storm, wind whistling past your ears.

You spread your fingers to collect water in your palm, before they come in contact with flower stalks. Gently, you pluck them out of the earth and hold it up to your face.

The bouquet of yellow and red is beautifully vibrant, standing out against the tedious, monotone world. Dewy beads of clear water sits on its soft petals, one dangling on the edge of the plant before falling on your nose. He liked yellow flowers best. Helplessly, cold tears start to run down your cheeks at the thought of him, indistinguishable from the persistent rain.

You lie there weakly for what feels like days. Taking in the dreary weather, your chest opened up to the heavens. Your thoughts turn back to the flowers tucked in your grasp, so you reluctantly make plans to retrieve a nice glass vase to place near his grave. That can wait. You close your eyes, feeling completely drained.

You open them back the next moment. Something's here. You sensed the aura of a demon so powerful it broke apart your grief instantly. Your instincts run wild.

Get up, C. Stand up and fight.

You can't. Your bones refuse to shift.

You're a Hashira, for goddamn's sake. Stand up and fight.

You can't.

You're not even injured. Get up.

You finally push yourself to your feet. Fatigue immediately dissipating, you identify a human-like figure sitting cross legged, back to you in the faraway distance. You can't see him properly, but the feeling of your stomach flipping prevented you from stepping forward.

The demon looks like a male, wearing a short, sleeveless shirt that probably exposed his stomach below. He's also wearing a loose fitting pair of pants, drawstrings flying in the wind. Raw strength and power on a level you can't even comprehend pours from his aura. You are entirely certain he is aware of your gaze analysing him.

Definitely one of the uppermoons, you think with stomach-churning fear. Your fingers subconsciously trail to the hilt of your blade.

He stood up, tilting his chin up to the sky. You took a moment to stand back and look at the sheer amount of toned muscle he had exposed, details you had noted down about him slipping out. He was undoubtedly attractive.

Also an uppermoon, C. What are you thinking?

You recoil at yourself in disgust, astounded that you could find something so distasteful ..attractive.

You see him slowly turn and look at you. He's shrouded by the veil of heavy rain- but you could still make out his movements.

Don't attack yet. You don't know what he's capable of. Quickly, call for backup: One of the Hashira's zone is near. Keeping your gaze pinned on the demon, you click your fingers softly, almost soundlessly. Your crow, Niji, caws in reply, his voice faraway and barely heard.

You shift in your opening stance, ready for battle.

He disappears without a sound.

Your whole body tenses up instantly, panic overwhelming every cell. No one else you had met before had such devastating speed. You draw your blade out slowly, sending strength to your fingertips- otherwise they would be badly shaking.

Keep your breathing calm. Concentrate on locating the demon. Faster!

An ear-splitting sound rings out from behind you, causing your brain to cease working completely. The last thing clear is the unfamiliar feeling of your blade slipping from your grip. How careless, you think.

ᝬ 🌸 𖠵 end!﹒ıllı.

HELLOOOO SORRY FOR NOT POSTING FOR SO LONG
i hoped you liked this!:) next chapter will be either part 2 or smuts that i've halfway finished as of now

i made a discord server recently! some stuff is still wip, but good enough lmao
https://discord.gg/adHnbxCbqG

(ill comment with the link in case you can't copy it<3)

╭・﹒➜- taisho secrets!

﹕ᶻz﹐- C's crow's name, Niji, means rainbow.  

﹕✶﹒- i(cherry) stole the sound thing from assassination classroom.

﹕⪩⪨﹒- C's shaking hands are stolen from that scene in manga with Kanao where she encounters Douma

 ╰・﹒➜- see you next time!