Since That Heated Night (Sanemi x Giyu)

Chapter Five | Monster

"Ahhh, shit," Sanemi groans, stretching his arms up above his head as he walked along the trail. He felt like it's been months since he came down this way. His crow was helping him out even though he said it wasn't necessary, but he let him in case he'd gotten sidetracked or distracted. It's been too long, Sanemi thought.

Sanemi finally decided to speak to Tengen about this mess; someone he thought he should've gone with in the first place. Although he'd talked about all the current events with a few people, he felt like he's been limited with his progress, and that this just kept getting longer and longer. Like there almost wasn't an end to this mess, despite being so close to overhauling it. 

Shit, he even felt like Obanai and Mitsuri's advice were becoming useless now. Except, now that he's actually wanting to sit and talk with him, the guy acts like he wants nothing to do with him. Or that's just what Sanemi thinks about Giyu. He also knows just how good it was not to tell his friend who; Obanai would never shut up about him betraying their friendship like that, or at least he felt humored thinking so. 

Won't be too long before the sun begins setting... He thinks, sighing as the events from this morning began playing out in his head. 

"Nnngh..." Sanemi's eyelids fluttered as he yawned, a slight sore venturing throughout his back. He lifted his, what felt like, heavy head as he tried to make out the scenes around him, laying back in his arms as he stared sleepily at the male in front of him. He's on his side now.. Sanemi looked around his body; he was facing his direction on his side and looked almost completely comfortable in the bed, despite wearing his uniform. Then again, he must be used to it by now, Sanemi thought. His eyes lingered towards his arm, following the position it was in. I'm holding his hand...? Sanemi thought, feeling his heavy eyelids closing slowly....   

"SHIT-!!!" Sanemi shot up, throwing the other man's hand out of his. What the shit?! No seriously, what the hell am I doing?! Sanemi backed away from the bed. He couldn't even describe the embarrassment he was feeling; the only thing he could do was fret about someone seeing it. Oh, I hope to hell not, he panicked.  

Sanemi picked his sword up as he fixed his uniform, going out to find Shinobu so she can quickly check up on him and he could leave.

Fucking hell... he thought. When the hell did he even touch him? Sanemi could grow frustration at this new feeling; what was it? It felt familiar, yes, but also foreign. Was he feeling well? Should he have stayed behind? Why is he being so paranoid right now? Why can't I just ignore this asshole? Sanemi questioned.  

Sanemi gained a few of his memories as well, which hadn't helped the situation at all. Every time he'd think of it, his face would heat up.

Every sound... 

"Ahh... hahh...hahh...!!"   

Every touch...

"Mhh...!!"