In the early morning light, a kakushi unit is running to where a crow announced lower moon 5 had been killed. It was a small village and most had been slaughtered in a gluttonous feast.
At the top of the hill, the unit can see the slayer that took down the demon.
His platinum hair seem to absorb the light and his fans reflect it as he closed his weapons, the leftover blood evaporating on the metal.
His eyes are unreadable but he smiles none the less to the approaching unit.
"Check for survivors, but sadly I believe no one made it." The slayer looks over his shoulder to see the damaged and now lifeless village.
The kakushi nod and are dashing pass him. One stops before him.
"Douma-dono are you alright?"
The slayer's rainbow eyes crinkle at the side.
"I'm quite alright! I'll leave to go do my report." The Kakushi nods and once Douma makes sure they are out of eyesight he moves. His right arm and ribs hurt , he also believes he has a concussion.
Welp, time to go get checked out!
Though injured, the Ice Hashira makes his way to the estate that holds the only medic he cares to go to.
— " Kotoha-Chan~!" Douma enters the estate, calling for the one that makes his eyes fill with emotion. Not even a moment later he sees the medic he craves to see each time.
Blue hair and bright green eyes look so beautiful in the sunlight.
Douma smiles and is still beaming even when Kotoha studies him and already knows the state of him.
"Douma-San! I keep telling you to let the kakushi see you. You'll possibly get permanent damage without immediate treatment!" Kotoha gently takes his uninjured arm and leads him inside.
He lets her move him, just admiring her at work.
Oh she was gorgeous in the sun.
— She had seen his bare torso plenty of times, remaining unfazed whenever her fingers press into his skin. The first few times she had treated him, she would get flustered but Kotoha had since gotten used to it.
Douma was a tall slayer, even when sitting on the bed, his eye-line was still above her head. So of course she couldn't see how he was quite satisfied at being treated by her, a dopey grin on his face. Nearly being hugged each time she had to wrap his ribs, the medical cloth going around to the back and forth really made his heart soar.
When he is ready, she takes his hand and holds it close.
"Please don't be reckless." Her eyes are pleading and he sighs, smile still on his face but his eyes becoming soft.
He lifts her hand and kisses her knuckles. The closest movement he has done many a time but never tempting to go further.
"Of course my dear." — In the forest, a frustrated groan rang out. A teen of fifteen years of age runs his hand down his face, irritation clear in his eyes. His focus was on the back of one unfazed Hashira, keeping the pace up. Smile wide on his face , blush light and his fan open and moving to expel some of his energy.
"OLD MAN, just retire and marry her already!" Douma was almost insulted. Not the marrying bit but by being called old.
He pouts as he looks back to his Tsukako. "But I'm only twenty-four and still in my prime."
Kotoha was considered old for still being unmarried at age twenty but he would never make her feel unworthy. Her beauty would be unrestricted for many years to come and she would still look better than any of the maidens that try for his hand.
His eyes then turn mischievous to Gyutaro.
"Besides, I can't let you take my place while you are still so weak."
That made a vein pop and Douma blocks a sickle attack and jumping to avoid the sweep to his legs.
"JIJI RETIRE!!!"
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(Just a visual reference to what they look like) — Ume had a check up with Kotoha. The young slayer of thirteen watches the senior demon corp member at work. It was just to check her foot that landed wrong when a demon threw her. Still hurt like a bitch but she would be fine.
While she's here-
"Do you like Douma-dono?" The caspule filled with pain meds was dropped and Kotaha turned red.
She whips away from Ume and the young slayer watches her senior melt under such a simple question.
"Of course! Who wouldn't like Douma-San?!" The medic was trying her best to hide her flustered face but Ume only had a small smile.
— Four years ago Douma was on his first mission as a Hinoto. The ranks were quickly changing for him. Already less than two months and he was already this close to being a Kinoe.
It was easy to slay demons when one doesn't feel much for anything. Controlling one's breath becomes second nature when your heart is always steady.
Kagaya the progenitor of demons had murder his cult, making a few demons . When the slayers arrived, he had already killed them with his non-nirichin fans. They had died by sunlight but his talent for holding off so many with no formal training was asking for an invite.
He accepted out of boredom and not having a purpose now that his cult was gone.
Then after this mission he gets a kakushi standing by his side.
He smiles politely, taking note that she was quite beautiful and shouldn't be near such a dangerous scene.
"Don't worry dear, I'm quite-" Douma sees her shake her head, resolve firm.
"No! You are injured, how can't you tell?" Douma looked to his left shoulder and sure enough something was odd about it. The medic grabs his sides and directs him to sit down. He does so and the next moment his shoulder is popped back into place.
Her blue hair seem magical framing her face as she smiled in the early morning sun.
"There we are! You should be fine! " She was about to run off and check the area for others when he grabbed her wrist.
He was stumped, confused.
"What's your name?"
He wanted to know the one that saw him and not just heard his words.
"Kotoha! Gomen, Douma-san, I have to go!"
Watching her leave, made his breathing hitch and heart flutter for the first time.
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