My Sun and Moon (Akaza x OC)

Chapter 7: Feared Answers

"Do you remember anything from your life before becoming a demon?"

Akaza's hand stopped hovering over the deep brown wooden bo-staff with his back to Nagano, thinking. Tilting his head to the side, he turned to her. "No, nothing."

"Not one thing?" Nagano plopped herself onto her bed. The two of them had spent quite an awful lot of time together, all in secret. She wouldn't dare think of bringing up their little hangouts together to Giyu or anyone else.

"Why should it matter? Those memories dont benefit me in this life?" Akaza looked at her confused.

"What about memories of loved ones? Those special to you."

"They're already long dead, the memories of them won't bring anything but grief. And I don't need grief." He stared her down.

"Well it doesn't always stay as just grief," she offered.

"Why are you so adamant?" His voice went quiet.

"You told me I reminded you of someone, perhaps it was someone close to you. Perhaps they were an ancestor of mine?"

"No.." he shook his head.

"What do you mean?" She stood up now walking towards the window.

After the second time the two of them had hung out, Giyu had almost walked in on the two of them walking back to her cabin after a recent mission. That had been an ordeal and a half trying to push Giyu from going into the woods to investigate the odd sensation he felt, the power that came from Akaza. She had been immensely grateful that Tanjiro had still been in his coma. She didn't doubt that it wouldn't take long before he would smell the demon scent on her, may it be just sensing it from her home or just having the smell on her.

"It doesn't feel like that," he shook his head. "You being a relative of theirs does not seem right to me. I don't know why, it's just a feeling." He muttered.

Looking through the window, she eyed the starry night above them. The heavy clouds from earlier in the day had dispersed leaving a vast sea of stars in their wake. A still and quiet night. They wouldn't be disturbed tonight, at least they shouldn't, though the chances were still there. Giyu had been away on a mission for several days, and he wouldn't be returning for another day or two. Though she didn't know whenever the time would arrive that Inosuke would slam through the doors demanding another sparring lesson, or Tanjiro suddenly awakening. She clenched her hands tightly.

"You're nervous." He pointed out.

"Yes," she nodded slowly.

"Because of us? Of this?" He gestured to the two of them.

She knew what he had meant with what he had said, but the assumptions of what else his sentence could have meant caused the blood to flush in her cheeks. Slapping her cheeks hastily, Akaza raised an eyebrow in confusion as a small smile of amusement tugged on his lips. He had meant their hang out sessions. The hours he'd spend sitting in her home, the times he'd accompany alongside her for missions, in the few weeks they had hung out the two of them had been incredibly close. What once had been a type of friendship Nagano would only use as a means for purely information to take down whoever their leader was had turned into a pure friendship much to her bewilderment. An experience she had not anticipated. Nor did she ever think she'd be excited for the next time that he'd come over again.

"Are you worried about them finding out?" He continued.

"I am," she nodded. "Having a secret friend that is a demon, let alone one as strong as you wouldn't be highly accepted." She slowly explained. They'd quicker kill him then listen to whatever he might say. Tell her that his smooth words had twisted her mind to think a killer could be a friend.