Boy With Bad Luck

NOTE: In this story, the insect pillar will not be Shinobu, but rather Kanae the flower pillar. Shinobu will not be present in this story. She will be replaced by Kanae.

Throughout Muichiro's life, bad luck chased him wherever he went, even after he ran from it with all his might. It never stopped following him, so Muichiro stopped running. He decided it would be easier just to let the bad luck come and strike him without struggling, maybe then it could be tolerated more. 

It's been a month or so since Muichiro's bad cough started. Since then, it only increased to an ache in his throat. The boy decided to go to the Butterfly Mansion to see if Kanae had anything to treat him.

''Ah, hello Muichiro-kun! How may I help you?'' Kanae asked with a gentle smile. 

''Hello, Kochou-san. My throat feels very sore, and it hurts when I swallow. I've also been coughing a lot. I wanted to see if you could give me anything for it'' Muichiro explained to her. 

The older girl checked his throat for swelling before giving him a medication vial. 

''Swallow that two times a day and you should be fine. Come back if there's anything else aching you!'' Kanae told the younger boy. He nodded, bowing to show his gratitude before leaving. 

Muichiro did exactly as she said, but it did not make his throat better. If anything, he started feeling more pain. 

;-;

I'm out late at 4 a.m
He says, "How's the weather, baby? How you been?"

Yuichiro begged his father not to go out in this weather. It was too strong, and he knew the herbs would not help his mother at all. 

''I have to, Yuichiro. If I don't, you're mother will die'' 

Muichiro watched the scene play out. He watched as his brother continued to argue with his father, but his father was a very stubborn man. He hugged Yuichiro goodbye and opened the door. 

''NO! YOU'LL DIE!''

He did. 

His father's corpse was left to rot outside, bathed in a pool of his own blood, the destroyed herbs in his hand. If only he wasn't so stubborn. Yuichiro cried for weeks. Muichiro could hear him muttering in his sleep, all day every day. ''I told you so. I told you not to go'' In some sort of anger. Although Muichiro's tears would not form, he still felt sad. 

You're gonna get sick, you don't know when
I never doubt it, at 4 a.m

Muichiro sat beside his dying mother. The sickly woman was on her deathbed. He knew she was going to die, but he did not want to lose yet again another family member. Muichiro begged God not to take his mother's way, but God did not listen. He watched as the cold hand he was grasping onto as if his life depended on it went limp. 

Time of death, 4 am on the dot. 

The house became quiet after his mother passed away. It was only him and Yuichiro, fighting to survive every day. One day, a beautiful woman with hair as white as now came out of nowhere while Muichiro was pouring water into his bucket. 

''I'd like to invite you to the demon slayer corps, Muichiro-kun'' 

Muichiro ran home to his brother, telling him excitedly about the offer. What he did not expect was his brother to get angry all of a sudden. He threw the pot on the floor, and Muichiro flinched as it dropped and made a loud thud. Yuichiro refused to ever let Muichiro accept the offer.