Do It For Him

You Don't Matter

"A-Aniki, please! I'm s-sorry!" Zenitsu cries as Kaigaku yanks on his hair, tossing him around like a rag-doll.

"You ass! Shut your fucking mouth! You're being sold whether you want to or not!" Kaigaku shoves him to the front door of their house. "If you do this, it'll be the only thing that you've ever done for me!" Zenitsu blinks through his teary eyes.

He struggles as his hair is being pulled off of his scalp. He whimpers when Kaigaku kicks his side. He sees Kaigaku look up and get nervous. Zenitsu looks out the window and sees a limousine. So pointlessly flashy.

Kaigaku opens the door, and walks Zenitsu out by the hair. He throws him on the ground. Zenitsu scrapes his knees and they start bleeding. He winces when Kaigaku kicks him again. He gasps, clutching his ribs.

"See that limo, get in." Kaigaku sounds edgy and nervous. Zenitsu glances at the black limousine again. He sighs and gets up robotically. He sobs as someone opens the door. He has bright, fire-like hair. It's long and half of it is tied back. He's smiling and he has the same colored eyes. Bright and flaring. He's absolutely huge.

"Is this what we're picking up?" The man looks at Zenitsu up and down, then at Kaigaku, who's slightly shaking. It's strange seeing him like that.

"Yeah, take him and do whatever you want with him. Make him clean toilets, or something." The man casts him a strange look. "Anyways, I'm being payed for this, right?" The man nods and pulled out four huge wads of cash. Zenitsu's eyes widen.

"Yep, here." He hands the money to him and pulls Zenitsu by the collar of his white shirt. He tosses him in, no regard to see if he's okay.

"ANIKI! PLEASE SAVE ME! I'M—" Zenitsu looks at Kaigaku's face. He looks happy. Now that the main source of his problems was finally gone, he wasn't angry, nor sad. He was finally calm. Zenitsu stops yelling and starts crying again.

"That sucks." Zenitsu turns around and sees a man with black, shoulder length choppy hair. He has two different colored eyes. They would be stunning if Zenitsu wasn't scared shitless. But what stands out to him are the bandages around his mouth. He notices both of them had swords.

"I'm Rengoku Kyojurou!" The man smiles radiantly. Zenitsu jolted back, silenced by fear. "And that is Iguro Obanai!" Zenitsu turned to look at him too. Iguro gave a head nod.

They seem harmless, but he sees the symbol on their hands. 滅, it's so odd. They're tattoos. They look familiar, like something he's seen in the news. Would he have to get one? Would it hurt? There are so many things running through his head.

"You're probably wondering who we are, right?" Zenitsu stares, shivering. Kyojurou frowns and then smiles again. "We're part of the Demon Hunters." Zenitsu's eyes widen with fear. The infamous gang that kills and murders people without thought. They always leave a signature behind.

Tears fill his eyes again. They didn't talk the rest of the ride.

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"Hey," Zenitsu blinks his eyes open.

He must've passed out, or maybe fell asleep. He jolts when he feels a hand on his upper arm.

"Let's go meet the boss." Zenitsu feels a lump form in his throat. He doesn't recognize the person. They're wearing a hoodie with baggy pants and a fox-like mask. He can't see their face. The mask is white and red with swirls on the cheeks. There are red stripes that act as whiskers.

Zenitsu sinks back into the seat. The person starts to get agitated and yanks him out of the car. Zenitsu lands on his already abused knees. He hisses at the pain handhelds his knee to his chest.