Unpromised ( Giyu × Shinobu ) : REVISITED

8 - Detective Mitsuri

All the hashiras have gathered here, waiting for master. Mitsuri is still pointing at everyone, trying to pick up something.

"Him!" she points straight at Gyomei and look to me for a response, I once again shrug my shoulders, this is getting repetitive.

"It's not one of the hashir-"

"No. I'm sure it is!" she cuts me off and scans everyone again.

"Him!" she points to her left, I don't bother to look at who she's guessed this time.

"It's not one of us.." I say, trying to lower her arm.

"Tomioka Giyu. Him." she stares me dead in the eyes, my breathing hitches.

"It's him, right?" her intense gaze makes me freeze up again.

"N.. No, that's ridiculous, Mit-"

I turn away only to see Tomioka staring at her finger which was very clearly pointing to him. I grab Misturi's arm trying to lower her hand.

"Yes.. yes.. you're right. Put your finger down."

She lowers her finger, slowly using her hands to cover her mouth.

I stand still in front of her, with my wrists clenched, this is so shameful.

I fell in love with the person who nobody likes. I admitted I fell in love with him. I actually said it.

I'm on the verge of tears but I don't dare move, I simply look downward and let them drip down.

"Shi.. shinobu.." Mitsuri reaches out to cup my face but almost instantly changes into a tight squeeze.

I can't tell whether I'm being hugged or suffocated, my whole body is jittery, I've never felt so weak.

"It's okay, it's okay.." I slowly pat Mitsuri's back in an attempt to make her stop crying.

I can feel her body shaking with guilt, her heart racing like mine. Poor thing..

"You found out who it was, hooray!" I say in a calm, yet monotone voice.

I lift her shivering hands off of me and finally look at her, "Good job, detective!"