𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 || 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

15

-Present day-

After you woke up the next day, you decided to take off toward the Rengoku house hold. Rengoku's funeral had passed not too long ago, however, you never went. You dressed in uniform and wrapped yourself up in your black and white haori. As you stepped out of your recovery room, you saw Aoi rushing past me with a vein popping from her head.

"I'm gonna kill him!" Aoi huffed as you heard Zentisu wailing in the back.

You quickly brushed pass the long halls of the Butterfly Mansion and managed to leave without anyone questioning you. Your brows furrowed from the piercing sun and the snag of your mask against your skin.

After about 15 minutes, you felt goosebumps pop up along your arm. It's been nearly 7 years since you had even been near this household. Never once did you fathom the reason why you'd return was to deliver Kyojuro's final words.

"Be careful! He's powerful!!" You heard yelling coming from the Rengoku household

Your head perked up and you started to quicken your pace towards the house. It sounded like a little boy in distress.

"How dare you badmouth Mr. Rengoki?! You monster!!" Tanjiro's voice spilled from the gates.

Your eyes widened.

'What the hell is he doing here?!'

You approched the gate and you noticed the horror and worry on young Senjuro's face.

"He's a former Hashira!!" Senjuro shouted as I got a good view on Tanjiro getting wrapped up with Shinjuro.

Senjuro rushed to try to pry his father off of Tanjiro. Shinjuro's hand lifted to hit Senjuro off of him. All of a sudden, you felt a stinging pain behind your eye as you watched from the crack of the gate.

Without hesitation, you found your hands grabbing the handle of your blade.

*POP* SWOOSH*

As Shinjuro's hand came down, a wave of water flooded between his hand and Senjuro's face. The speed of your 4th breathing form, Dragon's Blessing, cut just the surface of Shinjuro's hand.

"Sss!" Shinjuro grunted as he pulled his hand away, his hand leaked little blood.

Senjuro successfully pulled Tanjiro away from his fathers grip.

"You-!" Shinjuro's eyebrows furrowed as he held his hand.

As he looked up to meet your eyes, his eyes widened. Tanjiro and Senjuro both looked up at you as well. Tension swallowed the air as you lightly put your sword back in your sheath. You huffed and bent over at the waist.

"Forgive me for using my breathing technique within your home. It is unprofessional coming from a Hinoto..." You picked yourself back up.

"(Y/n)!!" Senjuro's eyes brightened as he stumbled over to you, trying not to trip over himself.

Your body was pushed back a bit as Senjuro crashed into you, hanging onto you firmly. He looked up to you with tears in his eyes.

Once again, it has been 7 years, meaning he was just 14 years old now, not a 7 year old boy.

But one thing is, his eyes and hair were identical to Rengoku's. Your eyes softened as you placed your hand on his head lightly.

*BONK*

As you and Senjuro were having a bonding moment, it was interrupted by the sound of a loud thud. Senjuro turned around quickly and you lifted your head back up to see both Tanjiro and Shinjuro on the floor.