only for sucide (season 1)

no forgeron

The stillness of the night is shattered by the sound of voices drifting through the corridors of Kocho's house. Akaichi stirs from her slumber, her senses alert as she listens intently to the unfamiliar voices. With a quiet determination, she slips out of bed and makes her way to the living room, guided by the soft glow of lamplight.

As she enters the room, her eyes widen in surprise at the sight before her. Rengoku, the Flame Hashira, lies injured on the floor, his form illuminated by the flickering light of the lanterns. Beside him stands Kocho, her expression grave as she tends to his wounds with practiced efficiency.

Kocho: "Hold on, Rengoku-san. You're going to be alright. Just focus on your breathing."

Rengoku's voice is strained but resolute as he speaks, his eyes meeting Akaichi's with a faint glimmer of recognition.

Rengoku: "Akaichi-san... It's good to see you. I'm sorry for the disturbance."

Despite the gravity of the situation, Akaichi offers Rengoku a reassuring smile, her presence a silent reassurance amidst the chaos.

Akaichi: "Don't worry about it, Rengoku-san. We're all here to help."

As she watches Kocho tend to Rengoku's injuries with practiced skill, Akaichi's mind wanders to Tanjiro, who is away on a mission to the Forgeron Village. Though she misses his presence, she knows that he is capable of handling himself, his strength and determination a source of inspiration to them all.

With a sense of calm determination, Akaichi takes a seat nearby, her gaze never wavering from Rengoku's form. Though the night may be fraught with uncertainty, she remains steadfast in her resolve to face whatever challenges may come their way.

As the hours pass, Akaichi remains by Rengoku's side, her unwavering smile a beacon of hope in the darkness. Though the road ahead may be fraught with danger, she knows that they will face it together, united in their determination to protect the world from the forces of darkness

Weeks pass, and Akaichi diligently tends to Rengoku's injuries, her days filled with the solemn duty of caring for the wounded Flame Hashira. Despite the passage of time, the question that lingers in the back of her mind refuses to fade away, a nagging doubt that tugs at the edges of her consciousness.

One evening, as Akaichi tends to Rengoku's wounds with gentle precision, the Flame Hashira's voice breaks the silence, his words laced with a curiosity that cuts through the stillness like a blade.

Rengoku: "Akaichi-san, may I ask you something?"

Startled by the unexpected question, Akaichi's hands falter for a moment before she regains her composure, her expression carefully neutral.

Akaichi: "Of course, Rengoku-san. What is it?"

Rengoku's gaze is steady as he meets Akaichi's eyes, a faint glimmer of uncertainty flickering in his own.

Rengoku: "Are you... human?"

For a moment, time seems to stand still as Akaichi's breath catches in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest. She feels a cold shiver run down her spine as the weight of Rengoku's question hangs heavy in the air.

In that moment of truth, Akaichi is faced with a choice—to reveal the truth or to bury it beneath a veil of deception. With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, she knows that there can be no turning back.

Akaichi: "That's... that's a silly question, Rengoku-san. Of course I'm human. Why would you even ask such a thing?"

Her words ring hollow even to her own ears, the lie tasting bitter on her tongue. But she forces a smile, masking the turmoil that churns within her, determined to maintain the facade of normalcy.

Rengoku's expression softens, his eyes reflecting a mixture of relief and understanding.

Rengoku: "Forgive me, Akaichi-san. It was a foolish question. I suppose I let my imagination run wild."

Akaichi offers Rengoku a reassuring nod, her heart heavy with the weight of her deception. But even as she maintains her outward facade, she knows that the truth will continue to haunt her, a specter lurking in the shadows of her subconscious.

With a silent prayer for forgiveness, Akaichi turns her attention back to her duties, her smile masking the turmoil that churns within her soul.

As the days pass and the quiet rhythm of life within Kocho's house continues, a sense of anticipation hangs heavy in the air. Akaichi's heart flutters with excitement as she awaits the return of Tanjiro from his mission to the Forgeron Village. Each passing moment feels like an eternity, every sound outside the door causing her heart to leap in hopeful expectation.

Finally, the moment arrives. The door swings open, and Tanjiro steps inside, his weary form illuminated by the soft glow of the lanterns. Akaichi's eyes light up with joy as she rushes forward to greet him, her arms outstretched in a gesture of welcome.

Akaichi: "Tanjiro! You're back!"

With a heartfelt cry, Akaichi throws herself into Tanjiro's arms, her relief palpable as she buries her face against his chest. Tanjiro's embrace is warm and reassuring, a silent affirmation of the bond that binds them together.

Tanjiro: "I'm back, Akaichi. I missed you."

As they stand locked in their embrace, a soft voice interrupts their reunion. Akaichi looks up to see Nezuko standing beside them, her eyes shining with unshed tears. But there is something different about her—something miraculous.

Nezuko: "Tanjiro... Akaichi..."

Her voice is soft and tentative, a whisper of sound that sends a shiver of disbelief down Akaichi's spine. For the first time in what feels like an eternity, Nezuko's words carry the weight of meaning, a testament to the incredible miracle that has occurred.

Overwhelmed by emotion, Akaichi releases Tanjiro from her embrace and steps back, her eyes brimming with tears of joy. With a trembling hand, she reaches out to Nezuko, her heart overflowing with gratitude and love.

Akaichi: "Nezuko... You can... walk in the sun... and speak..."

Nezuko nods, her smile radiant as she takes Akaichi's hand in her own. In that moment, they are bound together by a shared sense of wonder and awe, their spirits uplifted by the miracle that has unfolded before their eyes.

With a silent prayer of thanks, Akaichi wraps her arms around both Tanjiro and Nezuko, pulling them close in a tight embrace. Together, they stand in the warm glow of the lantern light, their hearts intertwined in a bond that transcends words.