Do It For Him

I Can Be His Knight

Uzui stares at the bracelet. He feels angry, irritated, and guilty. He feels like he is out of his mind. He puts his hands on his head and squeezes his eyes shut. He screams and stands up. He runs to the wall, puts every ounce of force and strength he has into creating a crater in the wall. He goes to his desk and kicks it. He sweeps everything off the desk. He puts his hands in his hair and falls on his knees. He curses and the door swings open.

    "YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! YOU-" Uzui sees Tanjirou, face covered in tears. "What-what happened..." The room is a mess, things are broken. His glass of wine is spilled all over the floor, looking like stained blood. The picture of his wives, it's on the ground, the glass shattered. Tanjirou picks it up and looks at it. It's strange, the crack starts at Suma.

    "FUCK, TANJIRO! WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH MYSELF! SHOULD I LOOK FOR HIM?! SHOULD I LET HIM DIE?! I FEEL LIKE I'M LOSING MY FUCKING MIND!" Uzui is heaving and sweating. His face is slightly red. Tanjirou feels tears filling his eyes.

    "I'm... sorry..." Tanjirou shuts the door. He walks over to Uzui and crouches down. He grabs Uzui's shoulders. "We're getting him back. I promise, just leave it to me."

    "No." Tanjirou paused and laughed.

    "What? Uzui-sama, you have to let me do this!" Uzui sighs.

    "I have to do this."

    "No, no, no. You can't! Leave this to us-"

    "I'm serious! I have to save him!" He shakes his head.

    "But-" Uzui stands up and looks at him.

    "No, buts, I will save him. Even if it costs me everything."

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Zenitsu's eyes slowly blink open. He's cold, but super sweaty. His wrists hurt, and he's on his knees. He looks at his wrists, bound by chains. He groans at how tight they are, struggling slightly. His head hurts, too. Like there's a repetitive hammer beating into his head. The room is spinning, and his throat burns. His eyes are watery, and blurry. Somebody kicks him in the rib. He gasps and falls over.

    "Hm, he's pretty small to be an assassin. Tengen's lost his touch." Zenitsu perks up at his name. The man is tall, boney, and ugly. He stares, honestly scared. He slides back, but the man creeps closer. He bends down, grabbing his face. Zenitsu struggles as he gets closer.

    "You've been sleeping for three straight days. I was afraid you were dead." The man laughs loudly. "You're Tengen's... lover?" His face flushes. He shakes his head, and his throat locks up. "So, you're just another one of his pets. That's disappointing." He grabs his hair and yanks it back. He hits his head against the wall. Zenitsu hisses and feels tears welling up in his eyes.

    "Who... are you?"

    "I can't quite tell you that. But what I can tell you is that you're going to tell me exactly where that coward is."

    "Never." The man grabs his neck, squeezing his throat. He whimpers, kicking and crying. "LEhh.. T GO OFFFff.. ME!" His voice cracks. The man laughs.

    "Heh, you're cute." He releases the hold on Zenitsu's neck. He gasps and holds his throat. "You're rather weak to be a favorite of Tengen's." Zenitsu growls.

    "What the hell do you know?!" He rolls his eyes and pulls out a razor blade. He holds it to Zenitsu's cheek and cuts it deep, feeling the way the skin splits and the sharp edge hits fresh meat. He winces, feeling the sting from the sharp blade. His ruby blood drips down his face.