Wisteria

01

"C'mon Giyu! We have been walking for days!"

"Sankocho, I am your superior. If you are tired you are weak."

"Don't treat me like this! We all know you secretly love me."

Giyu Tomioka turns around to his female companion, his face void of emotion. She was used to his expression and she loved it, because it meant anytime he showed even slight emotion it was the funniest thing for a person to witness.

"Sankocho, let's just kill the demons and get on with it." Giyu isn't easily irritated, but Sumire knows how to.

"Don't call me that! I thought we were friends?!" Giyu suddenly has an ingenious idea.

"Okay, Fuji." Lightning strikes through Sankocho's being.

'How dare he, I hate Fuji. The little prick.'

"Hm? You don't like Fuji?" Sankocho narrows her eyes at her partner, knowing he will have something worse up his sleeve for her to grovel in. "Sancocho."

'CHICKEN FUCKING SOUP.'

Sumire chooses not to react to him, though fuming on the inside she just turns her head away from him and continues on her way. Full speed ahead, hoping the boy won't catch up to her. She knows he will but she doesn't want to speak to him. He never seems to speak apart from when she's immeasurably pissed at him.

She doesn't acknowledge him as he runs up beside her, catching up with ease. Though she was always by his side, she doesn't even compare to Tomioka. He is two years older than her, the age didn't show physically but it certainly did in skill. She has recently been putting up a little more of a fight though, three minutes she can last in a fight against him. Little, but a large improvement from being under his foot within the first 10 seconds seeing him.

Sumire notices out of the corner of her eye the man taking quick, calculated glances around, ever so briefly landing on her before returning to their surroundings. She suddenly notices something else.

"Demon, ahead." She may be lower in skill, but she can detect a demon almost instantly.

Many can smell, hear maybe even taste the demons near and around them, giving them advantages in battle. But she can feel them. Their presence used to rattle her soul, scare her being, and make her want to hide and cower at the slight shiver or abnormality. But she used it to her advantage, using these feelings to hunt out those who take life and took theirs in turn. She has never taken the final selection, but she was found by the Hashira and taken in to train.

They saw her potential and absolutely pushed it.

"How far?"

"300 meters, a human is with her."

"Her?"

"I can just tell, she's a low rank."

Silence pursues and they increase speed to the demon. Tomioka pulls out his sword, ready to attack.

"Careful, there's something off about her." Sankocho brakes off from the path, coming around the side in case something happens.

Tomioka aims straight from the girl, freeing the boy.

'Hm? She is . . . . non-aggressive?'

Sankocho stares at the scene a little confused. She hasn't shown her presence yet so if she attacks Tomioka and then she can jump in.

'Hmph, like he'll need it, want it or deserve it.' She turns away from the scene, glancing around to see if any other demons were present.

It's very unlikely that the demons band up, but it isn't unheard of.