Random KNY one shots [REQUESTS CLOSED]

Living is a nightmare | {SaneGiyuu}

Theme: Angst

TW: Sh, suicide mentions, death.
THERAPY. (idk why this is a tw-)

because they need therapy like YOU 🤨 (i was going to say "/j" but i'm not sure it's a joke atp ;-; go get some help love)

Giyuu brought down the blade on his arm. Once. Twice. Again. Blood spilled down his wrist and dripped onto the floor. He stared at it, hands shaking. The blade fell onto the floor. He gritted his teeth, bringing his hands to his neck. His head spun, and his arms hurt. He couldn't breathe. He felt the pressure building up inside of him, filling his lungs, his throat, his mind. He gasped, clawing at his skin. He collapsed onto the floor, his mind going blank. He passed out and the blade on the floor stabbed into his arm as he fell.

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Sanemi shook. He stared at the note in his hand, the paper crumpled from being crushed then smoothed out and crushed again. He couldn't bring himself to throw it away, though. It had been a letter from Genya. "I never hated you. I'm sorry for calling you a murderer. You didn't let me talk to you. I've become a demon slayer. This mission is too hard for me to do. I'm sending a crow out to give you this note. I'll probably die today. I love you, Sanemi. I'm sorry." 

He clenched his fists and the paper fluttered to the ground slowly. Genya was dead. A crow had come the day after this letter had been sent. When the letter had arrived, Sanemi was out on a mission. He'd come back with this note and a message that his brother was dead. He couldn't believe it. What a fool he was. An absolute fool. He let Genya go too. He let Genya become a demon slayer and die because he'd been an idiot. He hadn't paid enough attention. And because of that, his only family left was dead. Dead.

Sanemi brought his hands to his hair and tangled his fingers into it. He dug his fingers into his palm until his fingernails created deep creases on his skin. He ripped at his hair, screaming silently. His mouth moved but not a sound escaped his throat. Tears poured down his cheeks and he let them. He'd been stupid. And his stupidity had brought this. How could he fucking let this happen?

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Sanemi walked silently to Giyuu's house, needing to be with someone. If he was alone he didn't even want to know what he might do with himself. So he was on his way to his boyfriend's house. Eventually he found himself standing in front of the door and he didn't move for a second, unsure what to do. He felt dread coursing his entire body but of course he did, his brother had just died. The tears from reading the letter still stained his cheeks and he was constantly holding back more, unable to decide whether or not to fucking kill himself.

He put his hand on the door and waited a beat, putting his ear to it. He heard nothing. Was Giyuu not home? Sanemi sat on the ground in front of the door, seeing if Giyuu would come back. he must've sat there for 30 minutes or so before he realized it was raining. He sighed. He would have to go in unless he wanted to be soaked.

Sanemi turned, unlocking the door—Giyuu had provided him a key—and stepped inside. The house was eerily silent save for the rain pattering on the roof. He looked around before he carefully put back the key in his pocket and shook as much water off as he could at the front. He closed the door and walked in, finding himself in Giyuu's room. It was messy but empty. Giyuu was probably out on a mission or something, then. After all it was late and the sun wasn't out. 

Sanemi moved to the bathroom. He should probably dry off more before getting the whole house wet. He opened the door and froze. It looked like it could be some murder scene. There was blood all over the floor and Giyuu lay in the puddle, the handle of a dagger sticking out from under Giyuu's arm.