"Genya.." Sanemi cradled the latter in his hands.
He just came back from the HS2 classroom. He left behind the classroom, his teacher almost running after him, being pulled back by Gyutaro.
But he didn't care about class at this point.
He didn't care about his shoes about to fall off or his small bag on his shoulders.
No.
All he cared about was Genya.
Genya...
He went to the JHS2 classroom, seeing Tanjiro and the other students cradling Genya in their arms.
"Where's my little brother? Move!" Sanemi pushed the others, seeing Genya beaten black and blue.
"Genya.." he saw a crescent-like scar on the tips of both his fingers, a star-like symbol on his palms and a knife shape on his forehead.
"What's this..?" Tanjiro pointed at his back.
A spiral.
Sanemi started to cry, picking his cellphone and contacting his mother.
"Mom? Genya's bloody."
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"Shinazugawa Sanemi. Why did you run out of class? You did not contact me or any of your fellow classmates to where you were going. Explain."
That was what he heard when he came back. Unikurai-sensei stood tall. Taller than him, even. He crossed his arms, just waiting for an explanation. Anger was clear in his beautiful olive eyes.
"My brother is assumed dead. Do you need more of an explanation?" Sanemi asked sarcastically. By that point, Unikurai kept his mouth shut.
Sanemi guided his way to his seat next to Kokoru Okina, plopped his bag next to it and calmed down until club time.
He didn't really have a club.. His club right now was swordsmanship, the secretary of the club. Known for his supposed "victims" to cower in fear even when mentioned his name, the rumors died down for a while. Oyakata Ubuyashiki was the president of the club, seeing his members that were ranked before him made him smile. He loved that club, he'd never abandon it or miss it–he vehemently liked the club. He was also extremely habile; skillful.
Yet, today, he skipped club. There went his golden streak of perfect attendance.
As he was walking down the deserted hallway, he spotted a speck off in the distance.
His raven long hair flew through the breeze with sudden grace. He looked like an angel–a deity even...but he wasn't. His gaze wasn't soft, his eyebrows scrunched with such disappointment that even Sanemi shook. Dressed in normal clothing, which included a loose shirt and normal khaki pants, he looked pretty in the grazing sunlight that was burning on his head.
His father walked to Sanemi with such elegance that he could be compared to that of a king. "Oi. Brat."
"Otou-san? Are you here for Genya-kun?" Sanemi whipped his head around. Their eyes met, but their bodies could not.
Not like Sanemi can just throw his whole body in front of Kyogo. No..
Suddenly, Sanemi experienced an epiphany. He only had 5 bottles left.
"I don't care about Genya. I took my time to tell you to buy me sake." Kyogo said in a laconic way. Sanemi somehow rue the day he'd finally stand against him.
His eyes were dead, like he was smoking just not long ago.
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The Rain Patters Down like Blood
FanfictionSanemi's family died. He doesn't know anything anymore. His friends are slowly dying because of a new virus. How would Sanemi heal from the scars of the past? Just forgive, forget, and cut. No Sanemi x reader. Contains SH and Abuse
