MuiTan - Oneshots

💧 Staying Still ☁️

It was June. Summer. The heat surrounding them as the demon slayer corps was out and about hunting demons. Yet Tanjiro couldn't yet, as he had to get his sword reforged. He had a spare, but it wasn't his sword. And when he could have used his actual sword, the upper ranks attacked at the sword smith village. The sun was about to rise, as Tanjiro was struggling to defeat the upper moon, Tokito had called out to him. Throwing a sword to the young male. He was surprised to see Tokito throwing a sword to him and calling out to defeat it before it escaped. Tanjiro could only smile as he grabbed the sword and dashed to finish the job. Tokito had only passed out as Kotetsu was holding him up. In that moment, before the sun finally rose up, Tokito was pricked on his finger by a demon art. One that would have caused his life to shorten in a week. The next night the boys were back to the butterfly mansion, laying down and resting. Tanjiro had a broken leg and a head injury, yet he had gotten up and was able to do a few rehab training exercises. Tokito on the other hand had gotten better for a moment, due to his skills as a Hashira, but it didn't last long.

Tokito was bandaged up as he sat on the floor of the master's home. Yet his body had felt weak. He tried his best to stay sitting up for the meeting. His hands kept clawing at his pants, trying to keep them moving from being severely numb. His head felt so dizzy at the same time. It was late at night as he sat with the other Hashira in a room to discuss the training regimen for the other slayers. "That should conclude the hashira training." Gyomeii spoke as he held his hands in prayer. The others nodded as Obanai looked over to the mist hashira. "Tokito, are you well? You have looked like you have been almost collapsing the entire day." Tokito hummed as he looked up to the serpent hashira. He was swaying a little as he tried to keep his head up, "I feel very numb today. I am unsure why, but I have been struggling to feel my hands and feet when I arrived. I don't.. know.." he said before he fell over to his side. The Hashira jumped over to his side, Misturi catching him and holding his head on her lap as Shinobu had tried to check if he was well. "I don't understand. I gave him the medicine to remove the poison. He was progressing as he left the day prior. Muichiro, I need to know how you are feeling exactly."

Tokito tried to lift himself, yet his eyes started to widen a little in nervousness. "I feel.. nothing. I can't feel my body. The numbness is still there, yet my muscles, I cannot lift my limbs or feel my back. I could just a moment ago.." he said as the others started to panic. Obanai raised a brow while leaning to see Tokito's face, as his own was a little on the annoyed side. "Like you're paralyzed?" he asked to confirm. The youngest nodded as Shinobu grabbed his hand and pricked it a little. "Can you feel my hand and the pinch?" He nodded, "Yes, but I can't move my hands, legs, or my back. I can barely keep my head up." he spoke while Sanemi growled. "Great. We better figure out what is wrong with him. We can't lose another pillar." he snarled while going up and picking up the young boy, his body hanging limp. His head almost fell back to make his body almost fall back, till Mitsuri caught it. "Oh, be careful Sanemi. Muichiro's head almost snapped back." she cried while petting his head and resting it better against Sanemi's back to his shoulder. "Yeah, yeah, I got it." he said as Shinobu told him to rest him in the butterfly mansion. 

It was two days later, Shinobu couldn't find out what was wrong with him, since she didn't know if it was a new disease, or if a demon did this. Yet Tokito didn't recall running into any other demons since the sword smith village against the upper moon. So she didn't know how to cure him. Especially as he was getting worse and worse. He laid in the bed, unable to barely talk at this moment. Even his eyes were barely able to stay open, he had to use so much energy to try and keep his eyes open. Fear was even coursing in his veins. Was this going to be so bad he can't be of use to defeat the demons? Where he had to be taken care of all night and day? He would rather die than be this way... Yet he didn't want to die yet. Not yet. "If this continues, his body functions may start to shut down. I can't figure it out and I wouldn't be able to live if Muichiro passes from this." he heard from down the hall. It was Shinobu talking to someone, but she didn't know who. He had more fear encasing his mind as he could only look up to the ceiling. "Am I really going to die lie like this?" he asked himself before the door opened. He painfully looked his eyes over to the door to try and see if he could see the person entering. Yet his vision was getting so blurry. "Tokito." he heard a familiar voice. A voice that made him start to cry.