A few days went by sense sanemi and Sabito and encountered the masked rouge demon slayer. The rumors had spread quickly through the demon slayer core that a rouge slayer was out there killing demons, one slayer that might rival Sabitos own abilities. Sabito got called in by master he was now sitting infront of master in a one on one meeting, Kagaya the master spoke his words had a calming aura with them. "Sabito-San. I want you to go look for the mystery masked man. As you two share a breathing style. I want you to invite him to the demon slayer core. Trust me don't act with aggression." Sabito thought to himself why wouldn't he act with aggression? That lonely selfish. Worthless fool had attacked him just a few days ago but he nodded to masters words.
"Alright, I will find him and bring him back. I won't be aggressive about it." Sabito spoke. His voice low kagaya then excused him and Sabito went on to walk off. Sabito hated the rumors about the masked man being better then him, the masked man was just a hopeless fool who didn't pass final selection and most likely stole the nicherin blade. But sabito couldn't help but wonder... why did that masked man say Giyuus mask was familiar to him. And why did the way he look, look familiar. Sabito kept walking and now was walking through a dark forest. He was watching the branches away and the leaves fall from the trees in the early autumn. He was enjoying himself. He smiled and put Giyuus mask over his face once more. Sabito really loved carrying Giyuu with him. The whispers. The rumors and the experiences of the masked man, couldn't help but make Sabito shudder. Some say he collects the souls of the demons he kills. And will kill the humans next.
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Your in the living world? | a sabito swap AU fanfic
FanfictionWhat if Giyuu died instead of sabito. But never really died? Sabito survived final selection with the assumption that Giyuu died. He pushed himself and worked really really really hard to honor him. Even taking Giyuus fox mask and wearing it instead...
