the way of the eclipse

sometimes dead is better

(I will not make you sit through the pain and suffering of the punishment Tsukuyomi got for letting yuzu live and not telling anyone, oh and in case you're wondering Luna was the snitch who ratted her out. Oh and yuzu past the little demon test with ease like she literally just walked away when she was off of blood she also was able to flip them off so that was a plus)

My arms should have been screaming in pain, but they were oddly numb. In fact, my whole body had taken a beating—my punishment was harsh, though not as brutal as Giyuu’s. My uniform was in tatters, my haori reduced to shreds of fabric. I might have broken something, but honestly, I was too dazed to tell. That was okay; I could make a new uniform, one that suited me better.

The walk back to the Eclipse Estate was torture. Every eye followed me, adding to the weight of my injuries. My estate, perched on a steep hill, was a treacherous climb. The rocky path and uneven slopes demanded careful navigation. I stumbled and scraped myself on the way up, but I managed.

I knew I’d pay for this later, but I pushed open the door, stepping inside and sliding it shut. I headed to my room, shedding my ruined uniform and haori. The kimono I was crafting for Yuzu lay on my futon, its forget-me-not pattern glowing softly in the dim light. I picked it up and set it on my desk before collapsing onto the futon, exhaustion dragging me into a deep sleep.

I awoke, aching but not as badly as I’d feared. I hadn’t broken anything; I could still move. I wrapped my cuts, something I neglected last night. I didn’t leave my room; I had the day off to recover. Instead, I turned to designing my new uniform. I opted for something more covering but still flattering. As for my haori, I cut the strips of fabric into squares and sewed them together. The patched look was a bit rough, but it had its charm.

I rifled through my fabric box, searching for something to complement the patches. I found more of the forget-me-not fabric I’d used for Yuzu’s kimono. It felt right. After a break, I focused on finishing Yuzu’s kimono, completing it by the day’s end. I carefully placed it in a box and left it outside her door.

Returning to my room, I felt a sense of quiet accomplishment as I lay back down and drifted into sleep once more.