Random KNY one shots [REQUESTS CLOSED]

One day.. in another.. a different life.. | {ObaMitsu}

Theme: Angst and little Fluff (Warning: A little gore-ish (It's not that much since I'm horrible at writing it-))

Mitsuri smiled happily, kissing Obanai on the cheek. "Iguro-San!" she said excitedly, seeming to not notice how flushed the shorter Hashira was. "Iguro-San, look what I found!!" she giggled, showing Obanai a plushy of a cat. She smiled happily, cuddling it up to her face. "Isn't it cute?!"

Obanai nodded, mostly looking at Mitsuri. She was adorable all excited like that. Smiling, laughing. Oh how he wished he could live with her normally. How different would things be..?

Not different enough. Another life wasn't enough. Because, apparently, no matter how hard he tried, he could never escape the sins his parents commited. Never could rid of them. Never. Never. Never.

He was reborn. Reborn into a family so similar. The same. They stole and preyed on the weakest. They sucked the happiness out of people. They didn't stop. 

And once again, Obanai was shoved into a life full of constant guilt. He met Mitsuri, whom had no recall of their life before, but seemed mostly the same. She and Obanai were close.. and then Obanai's family did something horrible. They found Mitsuri often got gifts from people. A lot of gifts. Handmade, store-bought. Beautiful and intricate, simple but sweet. Expensive and cheap, a wide variety of gifts. And exactly what Obanai's family wanted. 

They tracked down Mitsuri out of Obanai. They had him invite her to their house to meet her because Obanai was so obviously in love, they figured they could use that as their vantage point. And so it was. 

She came over and they were making her some food. While she ate they sent Obanai to go get the bedroom she would sleep in ready. When he came back, Mitsuri was lying on the floor in tears. Her skin looked raw as if somebody had hit her, her hair and clothes messy. She was curled in a ball, trembling. Obanai's family was nowhere to be seen.

Obanai rushed to her, scared, concerned, worried. He cradled her in his arms, asking what was wrong. Mitsuri had said, in between tears and in an almost indistinguishable way, that his family had pinned her down and asked how much money she had, how valuable the gifts she got were, and where they were. They threatened to kill her family if she didn't say. They stole her key to her home and left a minute before Obanai had come back. He was horrified and immediately started comforting Mitsuri. He was holding her close in his arms, tightly, vowing never to let them lay their hands on her again, then a sharp pain shoot through his back and straight through his chest. Blood poured out of him, he couldn't breath. He couldn't think, he couldn't see, he couldn't.. He couldn't even scream. He faltered and felt himself dying. The last thing he registered was Mitsuri in his arms. He died a second before she let out a blood curdling screamed, a knife piercing straight through her heart in one motion.

No matter how many times you're reborn, you will never get that perfect life you long for. No matter how hard you try. How hard you wish for. How many lives you have. It will always be the same, sad story, shitty life. Because god will never forgive you for your actions. Even if they weren't yours. Even if they were your family's. Even if you had no part in them, it's your fault. They do not pay for their sins, you do. Because you're different. You're special. So you're the target. But sometimes that's good. Sometimes it's nice.

Mitsuri remembered their past this time. Their original ones. Their first pasts. The one from over a century ago. Where they fought alongside each other. A dangerous but happy life. She remembered it all. The rest, she did not. Which was quite ironic, because Obanai remembered the other one but not the first. The one thing they both remembered was their love for each other, however. A strong bond that could never be broken. With every life, they always found each other. Fell in love and grew inseperable. But all good things come with a price.