A Slow Recovery - Sanegiyuu

7 - Lower moon 3

3rd person pov:

The mood during lunch was solemn. No one knew how to react after seeing their colleague's lifeless state. They ate in silence, only clinking of their utensils could be heard at the table.

"I.. I don't think tomioka is faking it..." Muichirou muttered.

"Did we go too far..?" Kanroji asked, setting down her chopsticks.

"He's probably just playing a prank or something.." Iguro laughed nervously. No one said anything for the remainder of lunch. They muttered soft goodbyes when they parted ways. Sanemi wanted to visit giyuu. He wanted to check in on giyuu and ask if everything is okay but it would be ridiculous. He was one of the reasons why giyuu attempted suicide, he treated giyuu like shit and didn't bother to care for giyuu. How could he act like he cares for giyuu after the horrible shits he done? But Sanemi really wanted to visit giyuu, his heart hurts when he thinks about giyuu's empty eyes, he hated how thin giyuu looked, he looked emaciated, malnourished, sleep deprived. Giyuu looked like he had suffered hell and had given up on living and that scared sanemi. The suuden thought of losing giyuu forever stabbed his heart. The wind pillar sighed, he decided that it was best he shouldn't visit giyuu and wait till the opportunity arrived to have a chat with giyuu.

...

Two days has passed since the previous pillar meeting and sanemi was getting angst. He couldn't help but wonder about giyuu. He kept thinking about the brunette when ever his head was empty.

"CAW! CAW! MISSION WITH TOMIOKA-SAN AT (insert town name). YOUNG CHILDREN HAS BEEN MISSING MISSING EVERY NIGHT. DEMON SLAYERS HAS REPORTED SEEING A LOWER MOON BEFORE DYING" Sorai shouted. Sanemi's ears perked up when he heard giyuu's name. He couldn't help but feel happy knowing that he could spend some time together with giyuu. He packed his belongings before heading for the water estate.

...

Sanemi's pov:

I arrived at the water estate and knocked on the door. The mansion have off a feeling similar to a ghost town, the house was oddly quiet with no signs of life. I heard some shuffling noises and tomioka opened the door.

"Good afternoon shinazugawa"

"Good morning.." I replied wearily. Tomioka looked even worse than the last time I saw him. He looked more sleep deprived than before. I looked behind tomioka and the house was very dim, it looked gloomy.

"Shall we head off then?" Tomioka asked.

"Sure"

I led the way, occasionally turning back to check on tomioka.

...

It has been 3 days since we last arrived at the town. We investigated throughly but there were still no leads. That fucker was more slick than I thought. Tomioka and I trained separately in the afternoon and went to eat dinner together when it was night. We would investigate by ourselves after dinner and head back to the inn when it was morning. We discussed and tried to piece the fucking clues together but it was still useless. The demon was really fucking slick.

...

3rd person pov:

It was the 5th night of their mission and they got lucky. Giyuu entered a small alley and finally encountered the demon. The demon had the words 'lower moon 3' engraved in his eyeballs. His skin was gray, his back was hunched his limbs were abnormally long. He had a receding hairline and his face was covered in scratch marks. He giggled as he ate the limbs of a little kid. The sound of bones crunching was loud, the head of a little kid was severed from his body, his face was twisted into an agonizing expression, his eyes were filled with fear and there were wet streaks on his face.

"Oh, ahahah~ there. Is a. Hashira~" the demon sang in a shrilly voice.

"AhAahahah~ a hashira~ oh so very strong~ stronger than the poor demon slayers I killed~" the demon cackled menacingly. His eyes rolled around in their sockets and his head was twitching violently. He let out a high pitch sqeak, imitating the cried of helps from his victims as he ate them alive.

"A~ hashira! Oh, you would be sooo tasty! I can't wait to rip you apart~!" The demon bared his teeth like a wild dog. Growling and eyeing giyuu. He kicked the corpse aside and scratched his eye, causing it to bleed from his long nails. The demon gave off a errie vibe, he looked crazy. Giyuu got into position, he unsheathed his sword and stared at the creature, watching his every movement. He demon launched forward, he extended his claws and swung at giyuu. Giyuu blocked the attack, the sharp claws of the demons scratched the metal, creating a bone chilling squeak. The demon and giyuu fought, both receiving multiple injuries as they attacked one another. The demon was getting impatient. He wanted to kill the hashira quickly and enjoy his meal. He sped up and 6 tentacles sprouted out of the demon's back, the tentacles were spiky and sharp, a simple graze could split open a human. The creature pounced forwards, using his legs to propel himself forward while the demon used his arms and tentacles to attack giyuu from all sides.

"Water breathing 11th form: lull" the brunette muttered, Giyuu negated the demons attacks with a defensive skill.

"Water breathing 3rd form: flowing dance" giyuu sprinted forward, swinging his sword gracefully as he cut the demons severed the demon's arms and tentacles.

"You motherfucker! can't you just die?!" The demon screeched. He was seething with rage. He gritted his teeth and pushed his regeneration. He swung his newly regenerated tentacles at giyuu but the hashira was faster.

"Water breathing 6th form: whirlpool" giyuu rotated his body through the air, swining his sword and decapitating the demon as he effortlessly evaded the demon's attacks. He demon fell to its knees, screeching like a wild animal as it held its head. Giyuu glared at the demon before walking towards the head of the child decapitated child. He closed his eyes and gave a short prayer to the poor soul.
He turned around and was hit by a strong force, sending him crashing into a wall. The impact of the collision sent waves of pain throughout giyuu's back. There was a long cut on the brunette's body, blood was oozing out of the wound which stained his uniform.