Pathetically Into you : ̗̀➛S. Sanemi

Tadaima

Long chapter ahead

𝓟𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓨𝓸𝓾

Epilogue

It wasn't just your family who mourned your loss. The grief stretched far beyond the walls of your home, touching the hearts of everyone in the Demon Slayer Corps. When word of your passing spread, it felt as though the entire world had dimmed. Even the sky had turned gray that day, as if the heavens themselves were grieving.

The two brave slayers who had died defending you were laid to rest in the cemetery, their graves marked with honor and reverence. Their sacrifice was etched into the earth, a testament to their valor and the love they had shown.

However, you were laid to rest at home, as per Sanemi's request. The place where your life had unfolded, where laughter and love had been shared, was where he wanted you to be. It wasn't merely about proximity; it was about keeping a piece of you close, in the place where your spirit had lived.

At the funeral, there wasn't a dry eye. Mitsuri wept uncontrollably, her tears falling in heavy streams as she struggled to accept the reality of your absence. The vibrant, always-cheerful Love Hashira was inconsolable, her cries echoing through the quiet crowd. Beside her, Iguro, usually reserved and stoic, couldn't bear to see her in such pain. He stood close, offering what little comfort he could, though his own heart ached for his friend Sanemi, who stood frozen, staring blankly at your grave.

Giyuu, the Water Hashira, usually so withdrawn, broke down as well. The man who rarely showed any emotion was openly sobbing, unable to hold back the tears that flowed freely. His shoulders shook as he knelt by your resting place, his heart heavy with sorrow. Even though words had never come easily to him, he had always cared for you deeply because he considered you as his friend. He had lost many, but losing you cut especially deep.

Rengoku, the ever-optimistic Flame Hashira, who had always been a beacon of light and strength, couldn't stop the tears that filled his eyes. His usual booming laughter and words of encouragement were replaced by quiet sobs as he stood among the mourners, his heart breaking for the friend he had lost.

Gyomei, the gentle giant, stood in silent mourning, his large hands clasped together in prayer. Though you hadn't been particularly close, the loss weighed heavily on him. He had always valued life so deeply, and the loss of yours was a wound to the collective soul of the Corps. Tears streamed down his face, mixing with the rain that had begun to fall, as if the sky itself mourned with him.

Tengen Uzui arrived with his wives, their usually flamboyant and joyful presence subdued by the weight of the moment. Each of them paid their respects in their own way, standing quietly in the crowd, their expressions filled with sympathy and sorrow. The sound of crying filled the air, but even in the sadness, there was an unspoken bond of shared loss that tied everyone together.

Muichiro who only heard stories about you knew that you're a great person. He felt sad for not getting a chance to know you when you're still alive.

The Ubuyashiki family was present as well, their grief etched across their faces. Lord Kagaya Ubuyashiki, though frail and ailing, had come to offer his condolences. His soft-spoken words, meant to bring comfort to the mourning, carried a quiet strength. He understood loss more than anyone, and he knew that your passing was a deep blow to the hearts of many.