A Specific Butterfly | ShinoGiyuu 🦋🌊

The fight - Kanao POV

Kanao POV

I was running. Running through the halls. This couldn't be her end. No. I was going to stop this! I promised Aoi I'd stop her plan, and we'd get her to feel better, even if it took long.

But my running came to a halt as I heard muffled noises come from the room sat before me. I couldn't quite figure it out, but the whole building was quiet except for this one room, so this had to have been the place.

I quickly slid the door open, it banged against the frame.

I stood there, watching the sight unfold before me, my face flushed with horror.

That horrible excuse of a demon held my master, her cradled in his stupid arms, stuck. I hated this. I always hated how she was treated, and I know she did too.

Just because she was smaller than others. But that stuff never mattered to me, because no matter what, I'll always look up to her.

But no time to start this, kanao. I need her back. And now.

I gripped the handle of my katana, I looked down at her katana on the floor. She looked like she was prepared for this though. She held a symbol on her fingers as she grunted. I watched it all. I watched him destroy her, that grin plastered on his face was sickening.

It pissed me off. I wanted to wipe it off right now. I will get her back, I didn't make this promise for nothing.

I gritted my teeth as I held onto my katana more tighter, positioning it right infront of me.

He looked down at me and chuckled before licking her butterfly pin, shoving it to the side as he then positioned himself as well.

He was tall, but I'm a demon slayer, so it doesn't matter. I've probably battled against more taller demons.

"Well, another butterfly sister here yo take me down?" He mocked, smiling down at me as he gripped his blades-for-a-fan in his hand.

I didn't respond. As much as the anger inside of me was bubbling up, quicker than I'd like to admit, I didn't want to give him the satisfaction. I wanted to quickly defeat him and hope to get master back.

This wasn't her end. It couldn't be. She's a hashira kanao, she can withstand anything, including this.

I charged at him, attempting to land a hit on his arm but he was quick as well and knocked the hit away with his fan, making me bounce back, but I still gripped onto my katana, making sure it didn't fly away.

"That was pretty risky"

I grunted. The anger was about to spill out, but I was stronger than that. I had to be strong after all; for shinobu.

I swiftly ran towards him again, trying to land a hit on his lower body, but he dodged it again, attempting to hit me, his fan clashed against my katana, his face close to mine. His grin was wide and I swear a vein was going to pop. But I resisted. I had to be strong. I was going to walk out of here with his stupid head.

I bounced back, crouching slightly, panting as I desperately needed oxygen to fill my lungs.

"Tired already?" He teased as he looked down at me.

That was the final straw.

I charged at him, anger clear in my eyes as I aimed for his chest. I wanted to pierce this katana through him.
He moved out of the way and then started his BDA. It was fucking ice. Great.

I couldn't see much; hence the fog in my way and all of the ice particles dancing around in the air, and the pressure to fight him in these conditions while trying to not breathe in this was overcoming me. I wanted to give up. But I can't.

Adrenaline coursed through my blood—I could do this. Kocho Shinobu trained me. And she was strong. I bet she would've defeated this demon already if he didn't have so much experience. She trained me for years, she wasted her time on me.

Kanae Kocho took me in. And so did Shinobu Kocho. Both with loving arms. They cared for me. They never threw me back out; they had hope in me, a small frail girl, and kook what they've turned me into.

But I was snapped back to reality, I charged towards him again as I aimed for his arms again, I managed to cut through thr fabric of his clothes, but it was only a bit before he pushed me back, I stumbled onto the wooden floor, my katana beside me, you'd think.

I wiped the blood I didn't know was there off my cheek, ready to try again it seemed. I reached out for my katana, but it wasn't there. The air trickling through my sweaty fingers. I panicked. Where did it go?!

Then I looked up at the demon grinning as he gripped my katana in his hand, dangling it around as if it were a toy.

This was it wasn't it? I had nothing else to defend myself with. I'm sorry. I. I failed.

I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry Kanae. I'm sorry Shinobu. I'm sorry my dearest sisters. I failed you both. I'll die, but my death will not be in vain. It'll be a useless death. A sacrifice. Suicide. A distraction.

But my train of thoughts stopped, a noise, charging it seemed, something broke, wood broke as it flew across the room, scattering all over it's other peers.

Someone else was here, I would've mistook them for a demon if I didn't know better, but it was Hashibira.

He rushed over to my side as he held his arm out for support, I pulled myself up using it, and held onto his shoulder to help me stand properly.

"Are you OK?" I heard, muffled under his mask. I nodded. He seemed to have taken that as an answer, however he could see under that mask, because he looked me up and down, starting again

"Where is your katana?" He asked. I shrugged hopelessly. It was a stupid move, but I seriously didn't know. I thought I was dead 5 seconds ago.

He sighed as he shrugged my hand off his shoulder I once used for support, ready to charge at the beast that awaited us amist the fog ahead, covering up half the room, from our perspective.

He charged, all I heard was sword clashing it seemed, not even a few seconds later it seemed, he was back, with my katana in hand. He held it out. "Is this yours?"

I nodded. He handed it to me, "Don't let him take it again." He signaled, moving away from me as he positioned himself to strike again.

I was ready. I'm ready, sisters. I can fight again. I wont give up. I'm not a fool like before.

We paved the way of the battlefield again, making swift moves and landing hits from time to time—slowly but surely ending the battle.

But, unexpectedly the beast stood there. Noises of pain slipping out of his mouth it seemed unwillingly, his hands gripped on his face, desperately trying to hold it together.

We were confused, but I caught a glimpse of his face actively melting. My mind flickered to master. Her plan. It had worked. It was successful!

But It still costed too much for it to work. But. If she was happy. So was i. Wasn't I?

No. I shouldn't be crying. Not here. Nor anywhere. But. I can't help it.

Inosuke had also seemed to have grasped a hold of the situation, his face fading from confusion to pride.

He turned to meet my gaze, turning his full body.

"Where is kocho?" He demanded.
Yeah. Where is she? Has she made it to heaven they say? I hope she's happy. I hope she's in peace now. Like she always seemed to have wanted.

I swallowed, "She. She's gone." I managed to get out before my eyes began to water, blocking my vision.

He stared at me as if I was crazy, then came closer to me, holding onto my shoulders as he shook me. "You're crazy! She's still alive! Let's go find her!" He yelled, his voice flooding the room with repeated echoes.

But I lost balance and I fell on him. He stared but noticed the dead look in my eyes, he described, he supported me out of the room. I didn't want to be in here anymore anyway.
It was shinobu's grave.

I'm sorry master. I'm sorry nee-san. Kanae, shinobu, I'm sorry for being weak. I hope you're okay, and you're proud. At least.