If I Could Do You One Right...

Clouds

~First person POV~

I didn't think I'd be so mad about something like rank. It's not like the benefits meant all that much, I'd basically become a full time resident of the Butterfly Estate. But I guess not getting as fast tracked as Kanroji. I mean... I get it. She did most of the fighting from the start and when I got in my moment to shine I didn't even kill the demon, Kanroji did. So her being a couple ranks from a hashira didn't bother me, but I only moved up one rank! I feel like I did great!

I'd have scoffed, but I so happened to been gagged and blinded and so on. I was also on a stretcher so that was nice. But I was otherwise uncomfortable. It's the whole process of getting to and from the master. I don't know how long I've been carried about. I can't hear anything, I could never see anything, I can barely smell the sack over my head, and my now heightened sense of touch is making the texture of my bruising and scars uncomfortable. It was all I could think about until a kakushi stepped on a particularly crunchy dry twig.

The snap was so violent I felt like I could see it... could I see it? Not really. But somehow I could feel the abstract buzzing underneath my closed eyelids splash. Like tossing a pebble in a pond at night and watching the stars disperse In the waves. I had honestly never thought about what I saw when I couldn't see before. Seeing as I had absolutely nothing else to do, I started to day dream about it. I never fell asleep, the contempt my body held for my condition saw to me having never gotten a wink. That being said it started to be like staring at clouds or constellations. The fuzzy stuff would almost look like things. I seemed to really like rabbits and butterfly wings. Why had I begun to day dream beneath my eyelids? The question really only came up after the hundredth or so butterfly wing had flashed in the darkness.

The haze of boredom and mild misery made the one thing I found to pass the time to fall to the wayside to remind me I was uncomfortable. I could only have guessed days had gone by before we got there, despite it really only being hours. And after what was realistically a few hours laying in my own itchy filth it was like I woke up from a dream. The deep darkness of the back of my eyelids had a bluer hew and the uneven texture of unidentified colors turned to true milky grey clouds that were beginning to part allowing the moon to greet me. She looked so pretty tonight. It would have been nice if I had dressed up before so I would look presentable to her. Cut up, bruised, beaten, covered in dirt, messy locks, and deep dark shadows under my eyes.

"I'm sorry. Work is wack." I excuse in front of her. She doesn't say anything but I get the feeling she's okay with it. At least I'd hope so.

"Oh no, you must be so stiff after such a long journey." I suddenly remember that I wasn't on my own to the Butterfly Estate. She, like the moon, hovered over me somehow perfectly framed in the barely visible dark clouds. The twin gems she's convinced are just eyes scanned me up and down and while her lips curled up in a gentle smile, her brow betrayed her. "W-Well I just... it doesn't look thaaat bad. B-but maybe I should carry you just to be safe!" At first she tries to throw my arm over her shoulder but quickly learns she's underestimated how little of my body is able. She decides to hold me like a corpse or a log. One arm under my back and the other under my knee. While my arms drape and legs curl I will my neck to turn. Whether I was blushing from embarrassment or excitement I'd rather not explore. Either way I have enough presence of mind to thank her.

"My hero." Not like that though. But I can't take it back and continue to look at the gravel beneath us. My blood races even faster when she trips right after I say that. She barely catches herself, already arching her back like she was about to roll, so much so when I look up at her I just see a black rounded over mass of fabric that's far tougher than you'd assume.

"P-Please don't say things like th-that Y-Y/n-kun." I might have said something but at this angle I was beginning to slip out of her grip. When she dropped me she instinctually tries to use her foot to catch me which has the same effect of a horse kicking me in the neck. I roll over her foot and wonder if my head is still attached to the rest of my body. Since I can't feel it less then I already could, I opt to spend my last moments looking at the moon. I find that while on the ground I have a far more imposing perspective on the clouds. The contrast of the underside and top side of the cloud clearly defines their massive coverage like hoisting the whole of Japan in the sky. I haven't even been to the whole of Japan. And yet it literally pales in the presence of that offset bulb in the sky. Not truly full, but despite its differences is absolutely gorgeous sitting on its throne of the heavens.