Since That Heated Night (Sanemi x Giyu)

Chapter Four | Medicine

"You mother fucker!!" The creature shouts, extending his tongue into a deadly whip as he sent it to the Hashira that just decapitated one of it's comrades. Sanemi dodged with eased as his duplicate sent in the same attack. Sanemi quickly slashed the both of their tongues as he took a fighting stance, taking in a deep breath. 

Wind Breathing, Second Form. Sanemi pranced forward as he sent his sword down, calculating the perfect distance within seconds. Claws-Purifying Wind!  Multiple slashes quickly shredded the weak demons, decapitating them with ease. Sanemi stared at them in disgust, a fear-striking expression across his wild and manic grin that changed from his raging stage. Another demon came towards the fight as Sanemi didn't even need to use a technique to kill them. "Weak ass bastard. You call yourself a demon? The next one of you dunces better be worth my time, or else I'll break hell on your asses, you got that?" He wore another psychotic grin that scared the demon. 

He watched the creature turn into ash as he continued onto the city. He had other plans for the night than to be bothered by these idiots. He was heading to that bar again, hoping to find the right information he needs, and also secretly hoping he could spar with someone soon. He'd been so frustrated with himself that he also wouldn't mind finding the right opponent to rough him up a little. But he knew as well as anyone else how uncommon that was for him. 

He'd let himself get too soft lately and it was becoming a distraction for his missions. He just wanted to get this fixed quickly so he didn't half to deal with that bastard. He'd go back to hating him, go back to despising the fact that he even breathed the same air as that loser, go back to making fun of everyone with his friends. Yet, for some reason, he slowly became interested in the other Hashira's life, and he hated to think about it, which often left him wondering... would normal still be a good thing?

Sanemi reached the city and observed his surroundings; it wasn't too far from here, it seemed. It also looked like it was becoming more popular than he remembered. He walked around the crowd quickly as he got several questionable looks from strangers. He cursed them in his head to mind their own business, and it looked like a few people got the memo. 

Sanemi walked inside; the place was exactly how he remembered it, with only a few more people than before. He was surprised on how easy it was to get through. "Oh, hello there! Did your friend bring you again?" Someone, a male around his age, asked. Sanemi walked up to the bartender and leaned against the cabinet. "Actually, I'm flying solo today, and if you don't want to be flying out that door, you're going to give me a few answers, okay?" Sanemi snipped. 

The man looked at him with unease. "Got somewhere we can talk? Wouldn't want to make a mess in front of everyone if I loose my patience," Sanemi intimidates. The bartender just sighed as he placed down the cup he was drying, waving for him to come closer. "Lets go to the back," He said. 

Sanemi noticed the way the other worker had stared at the two, almost making Sanemi uncomfortable enough to knock his teeth out. Was he checking him out? Because Sanemi wasn't planning on having another rough night at the bar. He also saw a few others in the bar give him that exact look. Seems like wherever he was being taken two was quite the hangout, and Sanemi could only guess the repulsive things that had happened in there. 

He followed the male inside and closed the door behind him. "My name is Hasashi, what can I help you with?" The male politely requests. Sanemi glared at him, not returning the same kindness. "Cut the fucking act, mutt. I couldn't care less what your called. The only thing I came here for was to find out what the fuck you guys are spiking the drinks with," he snipped.