I Don't Like You!!愛してる

Hands.手

Hands.

Almost everyone fucking haves them. They are apart of the natural human body. They are used for many things such as fighting, eating, "writing", and many more. They could be used for the actions of angelic justice or the tragedies of monstrous evil.

Sanemi used his hands for fighting, eating, and not exactly writing but he found his hands to be useful in a certain way. He was man of justice, of good. He was confident in himself. His body, his fighting style, and his scars where all just representations of how he was so amazing and confident all at the same time. Only he could be so cocky yet so selfless.

But how could such a strong confident man hate his own hands?

Nobody knew this but Sanemi hated his hands. He loved how useful they were but he hated the shape. The gentleness of his slender bony fingers. The lack of scars and roughness. The lack of everything that made Sanemi himself. They where so tender and tenderness was not apart of Sanemi's style. He wasn't a delicate asshole like Giyuu. So why did Giyuu get such perfect hands? Such thick muscular brave hands while Sanemi's were so fucking delicate and sensitive. It was infuriating. Giyuu, so picture fucking perfect got everything he wanted. He wasn't like the other hashira at all. He got it all, he was so different.

Sanemi wanted Giyuu's hands. To hold them on his own body... Wait no, that came out wrong. What Sanemi really meant is that he was jealous that Giyuu , a stupid man not only had a big ass ego that's as huge as Gyomei's foot but he had the perfect life of being so self centered and delusional. Sanemi never wanted to admit it but he envied Giyuu for being so stupid yet so perfect from the top of his stupid messy hair all the way down to his clothed feet.

Sanemi couldn't admit it to himself. He couldn't admit that if Giyuu sucked up that bitch attitude and got rid of that god awful haori and maybe even fix that awful ass ponytail. He'd probably be the hottest man alive. But he would never EVER sink that low. To be with someone like Giyuu? That was Sanemi's worst nightmare. He was a demon slayer, not Giyuu's fucking therapist.

Sanemi was stuck in his own thoughts. In his own head. Why did he think about Giyuu so much? How did his mind go from his stupid hands to Giyuu again? Maybe Sanemi needed therapy but he would never admit that. Never Ever.

Sanemi continued to think to himself until a stupid idiotic girl with three mochi colored braids, a mind as empty as Giyuu's eyes, and uniform as revealing as a unpeeled banana came up to him and poked at his shoulder.

Mitsuri stumbled out-

"Shinazugawa!!.. The meeting is over so I thought I would.."

Huh what!? The Hashira meeting? Over? What was this girl talking about!

Sanemi looked around and saw nothing. Nobody. Not even Obanai, only the nice trees covering the pretty blue sky which even the color blue reminded Sanemi of Giyuu.

He didn't even remember what the meetup was about. He was starting to think he was like that weird hashira kid. What was his name again?

"Okay. Thanks I guess."

Sanemi said abruptly.

He couldn't be to mean to this stupid girl or else Obanai would give him dirty looks and change his behavior as if Sanemi weren't his best friend or even if Sanemi were Giyuu.