the way of the eclipse

caught

(so you understand this chapter takes place a few weeks after the last chapter but a month or two before the red lights district)

Luna had grown distant and aloof, retreating into herself and only emerging from her room to prepare dinner before vanishing again. Meanwhile, Yuzu had developed a habit of consuming raw meat, reminiscent of human flesh, though she hadn’t harmed anyone. My new role as a pillar was draining, yet Giyuu assured me that this fatigue was typical for beginners, and I trusted his guidance. Giyuu, aware of Yuzu’s peculiarities, didn’t seem concerned and even helped maintain the façade, for which I was profoundly grateful. His frequent visits brought a welcome cheer, though Luna kept to her room during these times. Yuzu, however, had become increasingly affectionate, often sneaking into my room at night to cuddle, which I didn't mind.

Today was tranquil; I was at home crafting a new kimono for Yuzu, as it felt inappropriate for a demon to wear a Demon Slayer uniform. She lay on my shoulder, content. The weather was mild, with cherry blossoms beginning to bloom around what was now known as the Eclipse Estate. Suddenly, a deafening crash shattered the peace—the door had been forcefully kicked in. Standing there were several pillars, including Giyuu, who mouthed 'sorry' while looking away. (For those unaware, Tsukuyomi can read lips and understand sign language.)

“Well, well, well, I didn’t expect our new pillar to break rules so soon,” sneered Sanemi, jerking his thumb towards Giyuu. “Guess that’s what you get for hanging out with the loser.” (You eyebrowless jerk, at least Giyuu has friends, unlike you who scares everyone away.)

I grabbed my umbrella, drew my sword from its handle, and handed the umbrella part to Yuzu, who swiftly climbed up to the catwalks.

“It’s against the rules to fight a fellow member unless necessary,” Shinobu reminded in her deceptively sweet voice. I took a deep breath and conceded she was right. I set my sword down beside the kimono I was sewing, adorned with delicate forget-me-nots and cloth flowers, their petals fluttering in the soft breeze wafting through the house.

That's it for this chapter I'm so sorry but it's time for  a fun fact

Forget me nots actually a symbol of true love and foreverness

(I know it's short I'm sorry!)