Butterfly Boys | Kimestu no Yaiba Oneshots

Two face - Sanemi

(Name) could feel how her palms felt sweaty as they shook and adrenaline was pumping through her in ways it hadn't in a very long time.

The compound was under attack by an unknown enemy. Oh they knew the enemy were demons, but beyond that they were unknown. The other pillars of the corps were away— herself and Sanemi remaining there to defend the den, serving as protesters to kill the brats who dared to near.

She had already been warned that using a sword was dangerous but was the only sure way of doing any significant damage against their enemies, though said enemies could seal said form of attack.

It wasn't made for her kind, that was clear. The blade was heavy and her arms were weak. She was suited for a bow— a Priestess' bow, to be exact. (Name) was a Miko, a holy being.

She was to purify, not to slay.

"This is so difficult," She let out a small sigh before running down the corridor as fast as she could. Sweat crippled down her forehead, her breaths coming out as heavy pants. A shock of familiar white hair had Kagome skidding to a stop. "Sanemi-san?"

The male turned to her, eyes narrowing with such hate that she was unfamiliar with and had her stepping back. He turned to her completely shifting in a way that she knew he was getting prepared to attack. While she wasn't sure what was going on, she had seen and fight along with him to know what was coming.

"Die!" What?...

Eyes wide, she managed to narrowly dodge a sudden attack from behind. While she may not be a slayer, her abilities as a miko when she was alive were still active. It appeared to give her that edge the others didn't have. Raising her blade, she blocked his own from cutting her down.

Gritting her teeth, she stared at the male. One she called friend. "Snap out of it!" Risking it, she took one hand off the hilt and pressed it against the white uniform that he was wearing and sent out a pulse of power! Why is he attacking me?!

"You're just like her!"

"Who?!"

"That crazy demon-bitch!"

She shifted into the defensive as she watched him, allowing her to analyze him and the situation. Confusion consumed her when he clutched at his head with both hands, groaning in pain. Her move was just to put a buffer between them, not an actual attack.

So to see him in pain was just baffling to her.

"What?" A shaky gasp left her once more.

"You brought them here!" He growled at her before falling to his knees. Pain shook his body, his muscles unable to move and perform Muscle Control . His white hair shadowed his eyes as he stared daggers at the ground. "Didn't you?!"

"You're crazy!" (Name) screamed before snapping her head backwards. A flash of purity left her hands and shot into an approaching demon— turning it to dust. "Why are you like this?!"

"Shut up!"

"No, you shut up!"

He could only glare at her weakly before his eyes shut in exhaustion.

...

First thing he saw was a white ceiling. And that his head was ringing. What had happened to me?...

Carefully, Sanemi began to look around the room, noticing the room to be empty except for him. He groaned as he moved back to its place over the pillow. He shouldn't have started to look his surrounding with his head ringing.

At that moment, the door was open and a person stepped inside.

"Ah, you're awake, Sanemi-san." A gentle voice spoke to him; he remembered hearing the voice once before but from where? He tried to re-open his eyes, but a warm hand touched his forehead, smoothing him. "No, don't try to get up yet. You still need to rest. You've gone through a lot..."

"W-who... are you...?"

A soft giggle was her answer for him. "Ah, you'll find out, soon enough. But now, sleep well."

"Don't... wanna... sleep anymore..." No matter how hard he tried to stay awake, in the end he surrendered and closed his eyes. Whoever she was, she had such a kind voice. His heart fluttered from her voice.

...

He tiredly blinked at the ceiling before looking around, only to have white within his sight. Sanemi slowly moved up, shifting himself to lean on the bedpost. I feel so heavy...

He blinked a few more times to clear his vision and froze at the sight of (h/c) locks, a hand on his before his features softened in slight guilt. He tried to ignore the warmth erupting in his chest but failed.

So he gently took her hand in his, intertwining their fingers.

And shut his eyes in contempt when her hand squeezed his reassuringly.