Disconnection

4: Overpowered

"You're going to kill me..?" Aizetsu repeats slowly. Letting the last two words roll on his tongue for a bit longer. The kanji, sorrow, burned into his tongue from a long time ago was partially revealed.

"How?"

He was by no means interested in death. The subject was often avoided by the clones. Mainly the possibility of it happening at all. Although they couldn't die and hadn't so far. The chance of dying wasn't nonexistent. It had ranged over them subtly that it didn't stick as well as it should. Not with him or the other three.

They just need to keep an eye out for their triage and their life force will survive and be okay.

Death worries only applied to Hantengu and their fifth clone.

He was small in appearance. Like a child. About ten years old at the very most. Although his body build reveals another story.

Those two both loathe the topic.

But nothing changed the fact that it was there.

Another burst of laughter slammed unpleasantly into the sorrow demon's ear. Causing him to grit his teeth to hold back the need to scold the human. 

"Ha..." The boy trailed, lowering his nichirin sword to his side.

What did he say his name was again? The slayer's introduction blew by without much hassle.

"Wait.." Aizetsu said, holding out his other hand, the one not wielding the spear so that he doesn't accidentally launch them into a scrimmage. "What was your name again?"

The slayer turned stone still and looked like he was going to fall over in dismay. Sweat decorated his face, as he panted tiredly. Looking closer, he seems to be bleeding from a cut on the left side of his forehead.

"You can't be serious." The boy exclaimed, bewilderment lacing his voice. He didn't leave any room for the sorrow demon to answer. A shot was fired at him without warning. And on instinct, he swerved aside. Causing the tiny object to dig into the fusuma behind him instead. "I'm going to.. become a Hashira one day! I'm Genya! Remember it!"

"G.. Genya?" Aizetsu pronounced the name in an impassive tone.  Blinking to show the slayer he had heard.

"Yeah! Did I not announce it a few minutes ago?" He flails his arms like a bird. "Are you perhaps deaf?"

The negativity planted within that question soured Aizetsu's mood instantly. Squeezing the handle of his spear like the force alone will snap it in two. He jumped the slayer without a second thought.

One time.

Just once.

He will command his body to act out just this once. That slayer is too judgmental. What was wrong with him not being able to exercise his memory at that moment?

Aizetsu didn't want to cry in front of a mere human.

For one, he was not willing to let the emotion he had growing in him conquer him. It should be him over his emotions. Not vice versa.

Never.

The spearhead easily pierced through- something alright. Not the slayer he was going for. That bastard had sidestepped him. Having caught on to Aizetsu's motive like a hawk.  The spearhead drove into the tatami, making a noisy breakthrough. Digging into the base material.

The sorrow demon knew he messed up the moment it went through the floor material. It wasn't affixed to the floor the same way it did when it stabbed into the slayer's chest. But it had created a delay that indirectly counteract his power. 

Grunting in dissatisfaction, his eye flew to the slayer. He was met with a cold glare as the slayer reached into his pant pocket. Producing two more of what look to be shells of something. The same unwelcoming, pungent smell pummeled Aizetsu's sense of smell.

Raising his other hand to modify his skin to make another yari to his disposal, he shut his eyes. Tears exploded from his eye glands.

There was a short shuffling sound from beside him. Then the popping of something getting opened. Then the smell dwindled down to a bearable level.

Genya consecutively grabbed the half-formed Jūmonji yari. Then slammed the flat end of his other weapon into the back of Aizetsu's head. Triggering a dreadful ring in his head, the sorrow demon's hearing was wiped out temporarily.

Eyes snapping open in irritation, he canceled the altering of his flesh. Letting the unfinished yari dissolve. Spinning his body back around, he pulled the spear he had in the first place out of the floor.

Poking the rear end of it into the shoulder of the slayer. Pushing him back.

Another round was shot at Aizetsu. Blowing up on contact. Taking the upper right portion of his head away in one bite.

"You're surprisingly easy to rile up," Genya stated flatly, dropping the artillery to his side. Pointing the sword at him instead. The slayer sighs in exhaustion. "Then again, all demons are when their weak point is exposed."

In a blink of an eye as Aizetsu regenerates, wiping away the blood that dripped down the side of his face, the slayer was right in his face. Aizetsu's body flinched in surprise.

"Now, don't you think you should die?" The sword sliced through his left arm, sending it rolling to the side. Blood spewed instantly.

The slayer dashed forward, wrapping his arms around sorrow demon's waist. Gripping onto Aizetsu's clothing firmly. Putting all his body weight onto Aizetsu. He sends them both of them falling to the floor. His hold of the yari loosens.

And once more, Aizetsu's head was the prime target of blunt trauma. Staring at the slayer from below with extreme despondency. The tears had remained on the edge of his eye.

This was giving him déjà vu.

By that point, the inner matter in his head laying bare had healed. Fixing and patching up the last bits of his missing horn. 

Genya wasted no time, raising the nichirin sword up. A perfect lineup to next to his ears. And then thrust it down in one clean motion. Puncturing the Radius in his forearm.

Aizetsu shrieks. Tossing his head to the right. As if looking away will stop the pain. Increasing in volume when the sword was readjusted, and moved a bit, striking against the Ulna.

"Hey..!" Completely oblivious to the pain he had inflicted, Genya spoke. "Since I answered your curiosity. I want to ask you something in return. Or the bullets in this gun.." The mouth of the newly named weapon sits dangerously on Aizetsu's neck. "Will blow your head up."

Through his own scream, Aizetsu had listened surprisingly well. Biting his lip to force back his shouts, and stared silently up at the slayer.

The bone and flesh weren't healing from where he was stabbed.

"You understand?"

Do I appear dense to this human? Aizetsu riposted innerly.

A loud, thundering noise resounded, as one of the walls outside the dark room they were in crumbled. Followed suit by what appeared to be bodies crashing to the floor. A strangled cry was emitted out partially before being cut off.

"Nezuko! Genya!"

The focus leaps off Aizetsu briefly in the direction of the exclamation. So he took that small, fragile chance that presents itself in front of him to reconstruct his other arm.