*Sabito POV*
There hasn't been a single day where I didn't think of him. From morning to night, every passing second. I wonder how he is, and if he is thinking about me.
I sit on top of this rock, not doing anything else than just thinking.
The other ones would often try to cheer me up or distract me, although it barely worked. I would just sigh and look away, my thoughts wandering back to him. The other ghosts slowly began to give up, except for Makomo. She would try to comfort me and remind me of the good times.
A faint smile appears on my face beneath my mask as I think of the good old times. How we used to train together. How we would create mischief and bother Urokodaki sensei when we had spare time.
I remember how he used to cling to me for dear life just by the sight of a puppy far away from us. I always found his fear of dogs a bit cute, mostly due to the fact that he would get more closer to me and seek protection.
If I wasn't a ghost then I would probably begin to blush as I think about how close we used to be. It was such a childish, yet beautiful crush. I wondered if he would like me back if I told him how I felt. I thought that after we had finished the final exam then I would tell him about my feelings and maybe we could fight together as not only best friends, ut as a couple, and bring peace to the world together.
I grow sorrowful as I remember tha day. The day when I was ripped away from being a part of his life. I wanted to save him, protect him. I wasn't going to let anything happen to him, not while I was still alive... And I guess that was true. I touch my head as I remembered how that hand demon crushed my skull and killed me. Everything went black so quickly and I felt cold.
Although I woke up. I didn't realise I was dead at first, although that just added more salt to the wound. The hunters exam was over and I couldn't find him anywhere, so I went back to Urokodaki sensei to see if he was there. I found him in our room when I got there, although my heart broke from the scene.
There I could see him on the floor, crying while crouching over some fabric while holding it tightly. He would say my name while crying his eyes out. I was so confused and worried. I ran over to him and knelt down beside him. I began to tell him how everything was okay and that I survived, although when I tried to hug him I stopped as I saw my arms go straight through him.
He couldn't see me...
I began to slowly talk louder to try to reach him, almost yelling for him to stop crying as I felt as if I would cry myself. It felt as if my heart was getting ripped and crumbled. I did my best to hug him and comfort him, but it was no use. I was dead. He had started to sew my haori and his deceased sister's haori together, making it only more painful for me to watch.
I would stay with him the entire time until he left Urokodaki to fulfil his role as a demon slayer.
I wanted to follow him, but I couldn't. I was trapped. I couldn't feel at peace when I knew the hand demon was still alive. It bothered me. I hated that demon. It had separated me from my biggest love and I couldn't forgive him for that. I wanted him to die for what he did to me, and for hurting his emotions during the process. I couldn't be with him, no matter how badly I wanted to.
I tilt my head up as I notice something. A boy had arrived to Urokodaki with a slightly smaller girl with him who seemed to be asleep.
Apparently that boy was sent by him. I watched from afar as that kid trained. The boy had a green and dark green patterned haori with red hair and a scar on his forehead. He was training to become a demon slayer.
After watching him from afar for a few months I begin to realise why he sent him here. This boy could potentially free us, help us, and help everyone else around him.
I took it upon myself to help him through his training, fighting him for a couple of months until he sliced my mask. He had sliced the stone. He was ready. I smiled as the thought of being free began to swirl in my head.
I could finally see him again. After so many years.
I waited a week while the boy was gone, wondering about how my love looked and acted after so many years. Did he move on? Or did he not? Had he gotten a family yet? Or was he still single? Did he finally get over his fear of dogs?
There were so many questions.
I then feel it. A feeling of freedom. The boy had done it. He had killed the hand demon. I grinned as I felt a tsunami of excitement run through me. I made sure to thank the boy deeply before vanishing from his sight. Before I passed on, I wanted to see my love at least one last time.
I looked for him for a while before I finally found him again. I thought I was going to cry. He was with the other hashiras at the masters house, having a meeting.
He had grown so much, grown into a beautiful young man. He still wore tha mismatched haori and I honestly thought that he looked stunning in his hunters outfit. He didn't show that much emotion, which hurt a bit since he used to be so full of emotions when we were younger. But I can't lie and say that I didn't feel proud of him and the fact that he became a hashira. I was so happy for him.
I reached out my hand, wanting to hold his. He sadly could still not see me. I have a small smile as I kind of hold his hand for two seconds. I looked into his eyes, only to see that he was looking at another hashira.
I look at the other hashira and see that is was the wind hashira. I looked back at my love again quickly and feel my heart sink. He had a small glimt in his eyes, the same glimt he used to have when he looked at me. Realisation dawns upon me as I knew he liked the wind hashira. I smile sadly before I hug him, him not noticing me.
Maybe, just maybe in another life in another time, it would be just us two. Just the two of us and no one else in the world. I would never have a chance with him in this world anyway, although I swear that I will watch over him from afar.
I let go of him and look at him one last time before walking away. Just before I got out of sight I gave one last glance at him and smiled.
"In my next life, I'll make you my bride Giyuu"
And then I left.
*Giyuu POV*
I look towards the exit of the masters farm, thinking that I heard someone say something. I stared a bit as I thought I saw something for only a slight second, squinting my eyes a bit.
"Why hello Tomioka-San, what has gotten your attention like that?"
I heard the annoying inse- I mean Shinobu say while poking me. I look down at her with my usual expressionless face before looking back to where I heard the noise.
"Nothing. Just my imagination..."
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Ah boy, my first story chapter! Sorry if it's trash, I tried my best to write something angsty since I got this idea while re-watching demon slayer. I also put in a slight sanegiyuu at the end so I hope you don't mind that. Anyways, thanks for reading and I hope you liked it.
Have a good day! (and plz send requests if you have any, request rules in the first chapter)
