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Includes: Angst, NSFW
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YOU HEADED TO THE USUAL rendezvous point; a simple inn on the outskirts of Asakusa. It was where you would meet the Sound Pillar, Uzui Tengen.
You entered the familiar establishment, paying the innkeeper the fee for the room. You knew you had arrived first since the old woman behind the counter didn't give you the usual knowing nod upon your arrival. It was her way of letting you know the man that she often saw you with had checked in before you. You thanked her with a small smile before heading down the hall to the room you frequently rented out.
You opened the door with a heavy heart. The room was the same still; plain and colorless. Nothing but a single bed, a small cupboard to put any possessions in, and a table in the far right corner occupied it. You remove your nichrin blade from your hip, propping it against the wall as you maneuver further inside. You take a seat at the end of the bed, making no moves to shed anything else from your body.
This meeting with Tengen was strictly business, unlike the many times prior, where it was just lust-fueled sex and countless orgasms until the early morning.
This time there would be none of that. In fact, after you said your piece you'd be nothing more than colleagues—fellow demon hunters with the same mission. You were ending the salacious trysts the two of you started some time back.
The sound of a knock on the door brought reality back to your attention. It was the man of the hour. You knew due to the special knock you both came up with— two raps, then a short pause, followed by three more.
You said nothing for a moment nor moved an inch. If you were being honest with yourself you weren't ready to end things with Tengen. He's made you feel things no other man has, and you doubted you'd find anyone who could hold a candle to the exuberant Hashira. But as much as you mourned the idea of letting go of Tengen, it had to be done. It's what's best for you.
After getting your bearings together you made your way to open to door. Tengen stood leaning against the door frame. He had forgone his usual slayer attire for a yukata colored magenta with an intricate embroidery fitting his personality. His luscious silver locks fell loosely reaching his shoulders, face bare of his signature eye makeup. He looked handsome like he always did. If this were a normal night you would have had no qualms ogling his perfectly sculpted, well, everything. Your hands would greedily touch the heavenly expanse of his body all the while as you whispered your dirty thoughts to him.
But again, tonight wasn't normal.
"Tengen." Your greeting was short, lacking the wonted affection it normally held. Tengen didn't seem to notice or rather shrugged it off.
