A Specific Butterfly | ShinoGiyuu 🦋🌊

The fight

3RD PERSON POV

It was time. All of the Hashiras were prepared for it, so why was everyone panicking when the time came?

Their crows had called them over to the ubuyashiki mansion, they didn't know why, but a request from him is never to be turned down, so as soon as they heard, they had rushed over.

Many had rushed due to a 'gut feeling' saying that they felt something was wrong, or something bad was happening, but others just did it out of respect as ubuyashiki is a very kind and admirable man that should be looked at with nothing else but respect.

However the pounding against the soil soon came to a halt as evidence left from fire was all over the ground, scattered into pieces as if someone had broken a glass vase.

Mitsuri's eyes widened as she gasped, screaming "WHAT HAPPENED?!" She said as she let the salty tears build up in her eyes, slowly flowing down her face.

Shinobu was trembling. She didn't know what was happening or how this had happened, but she was filled with rage and shock. More rage than usual. Who would dare do this to master?

Tomioka stood there in pure horror, sweating all over, his hands trembling by his side as he watched the flames scatter and spread around more of the 'secluded' location. Who could've done this? Was it muzan?

All of the hashira's thoughts had came to one person who have could've caused this.

Muzan Kibutsuji.

The thought had awoken one thing inside of all of them. Some didn't know they were capable of, some familiar with the feeling.

Pure anger. Rage. They wanted this man dead, and immediately.

Shinobu POV

I ran over to a place to find a man struggling, gyomei was there fighting him. But why? Is this man really a threat to us? He doesn't look like a demon at all. But looks can be deceiving, so I have to be patient. Don't worry, by the end of this day, muzan Kibutsuji will be dead, and so will that pest of a demon.

I unsheathed my sword, clutching the handle, not even noticing my knuckles had gone white, paler than my usual tone.

I'm not sure what else happened, it was all a blur since everything had happened to quickly and it was all unexpected. But I had soon found myself pacing through this unknown building, stomping against the wood underneath me.

I found a door. Everywhere in this place seemed to have a door, but this was different. I swore I heard noises coming from this room earlier. I wasn't sure where it was from, but I'm certain it's from here.

I noticed it was also blood-stained, it was quite see-through but not as much, but there was a bloody hand-print. Perhaps a human was here? Maybe a demon too. But not to worry, because that demon will be dealt with.

I slowly approached the door, inspecting it before I attached my hand to it, sliding the door open slowly as I heard noises.

Chewing? Noises..

My eyes widened as the smell hit my nostrils almost instantly, a leg was on the floor, and a bloody dress was next to it! A torso wasn't that far away, and I stared at the one who was making the chewing noises. The culprit.

He was eating a bloody hand, and another leg in his other hand as he slowly looked up at me, smiling.

I wasn't sure what he looked like at first, but I'm sure that this is him. The murderer of my sister.

The bastard who had killed her, and I'm sure he wasn't upset about it at all. That grin told me all I needed to know.

"Ah! Hello there beautiful woman!" He said, dropping the body pieces and kicking them out of the way. Tch. That's how he values a human life? Just another rubbish waste? What a bastard.

It seemed I gripped onto my katana handle tighter, as I noticed my hands started aching, but I didn't care. All that mattered was that I wiped this demon off the face of the earth.

I had stood in a more fight-ready position. "You! You pathetic demon! You're the one who murdered my sister!" I paused, fighting back my tears, anger flushed them away. I clutched onto the haori. "Do you remember this haori? It was hers!" I blurted at the top of my lungs.

I don't give a shit if it was too loud. He needed to hear me. He needed to know how much this had affected and pained me. I want him to suffer. I want him to feel how I do. I want him to take the blame, the burden, the guilt, the anger, the insecurities, everything.

He chuckled at the sight. "Aw, I remember that butterfly girl. I must say, she had put up quite the fight, wouldn't you say?" He grinned, holding up his fan to his mouth. I inspected them, they seemed to be sharp, killer. It was quite like the pointer of my sword.

But I had realised what he just said. 'Butterfly girl'? Is he mocking my sister? 'She put up quite the fight'? Is he calling her weak?! How dare he shone the name of the kocho bloodline! Weak? I am weak, but she is definitely not! Nor my parents. I will kill this demon. His head will be in my palm.

I gave myself room as I prepared to charge at his stupid face. He seemed to notice as he stepped back a bit, clutching his fan. "Try your best~" he taunted, chuckling.

But I didn't give him a chance to utter another word as I charged at him, putting all the strength I could into my sword, attempting to slash his shoulder but he dodged and attempted to hit me with his fan, but I quickly jumped out of the way, falling to the floor as I desperately filled my lungs with air.

He smiled at the sight. "Already out of energy? Wow. I wonder how you are a hashira!" He teased, getting ready to attack. I looked up at him, all i saw was red. I didn't want to look at his disgusting face any longer.

I charged at him, sticking the pointer of my sword right into his eye. He barely reacted, that stupid smile was just on his face as usual then he backed away at a quick speed that I barely even comprehended.

He chuckled, "good one, little butterfly! But I'm afraid that did nothing. Just you wasting your energy more!" He announced, his eye regenerating at the same time.

I scoffed, preparing to charge at him again before he began his BDA. Suddenly the room felt colder than before, however before I knew it a sharp pain shot through my stomach, and pieces of the cherished haori fell to the ground. I stared in disbelief, confused on what happened till I saw pieces of my inside piling up below me. I stared in horror.

What. Just happened?!

He laughed, the sounds from his mouth echoing through the room, bouncing through every corner. "Ah, you look so cute when you're shocked, my little butterfly!"

I struggled as I looked up at him. My little butterfly? What the fuck was he on? And what does he mean I look cute? Why can't he just be serious! He's so annoying!

I stumbled, trying to fix my stance, ready to charge again, he smiled at the sight. I lunged at him, sticking my pointer out as I thrust into my sword, all my arm strength going into it. That shocked look on his face was priceless, he was pinned to the ceiling above me, he was under my control. At least for a split second.

Then everything blacked out.

And I found myself in his arms. I felt a sharp pain, everywhere it seemed. My sword seemed to not be in my grasp anymore.

Fuck. If i wasn't so small, maybe, just maybe I would've defeated him. Not being stuck in his massive fucking arms.

Maybe if I was stronger, I'd be able to behead him. This annoying pest. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I don't know why I'm taking out all my anger now. It's pointless. I'm a failure, I failed this plan, my death will just be suicide and this idiot will still roam earth.

I heard pounding against the floor, and a gasp echoed around the room. But that's all I heard. It went black again.

It was all just black. Forever.