May Happiness Reach You

Akaza 2 and Tsukimi

Hakuji sat perfectly still, both fearing for his life and in reverence to his former life's sensei. Keizo had ordered him not to move while he carried Koyuki to her room and gave her medicine. The situation he was caught in was less than favorable, and he might've quite possibly squashed any and all chances of getting the dream he was cruelly deprived of so long ago.

That couldn't happen again. He wouldn't let it happen again. He spent a long time when he was a demon, killing aimlessly, innocent blood stained his very being. All those pillars, especially that one Flame Pillar Rengoku.

He recalled how much he loathed that hanafuda earring boy Tanjiro for reminding him of a past he didn't want to recall. He also remembered that insufferable Douma. If it wasn't being too greedy, couldn't he ask that their paths never cross again? It was bad enough that once they both got to Hell, he went from a taunting asshole to a lovesick dumbass. The very female pillar he ate and who played a part in his death was his first and only love? If the word 'masochist' existed back then, there's no doubt that that moron would the mascot of the term.

Eventually, Keizo returned, as aloof as Kokushibo had once been. It was almost creepy.

Keizo took a seat across from him, eyeing him with a gaze that appeared no different from a father that was getting ready to murder the insect that dared defile his precious daughter. He was finished wasn't he?

"I can tell that you're worrying yourself into a stupor, Hakuji. You should stop that. Koyuki should have her future husband in the right state of mind, don't you think?" Keizo said the genuine and warm smile he had long missed evident on his once angry visage.

Hakuji prided himself on his manliness; Kokushibo was as apathetic and aloof yet he also exuded a mass aura of power. Not as much as Muzan did, but the samurai truly lived up to his title as Upper Moon 1. And Douma...let's think about that overgrown meat cow.

He always felt insecure and jealous of both of them, all of which he no longer needed to feel. Because now? All that was truly in the past.

Big and fat tears began to cascade down his face. A feeling he hadn't felt since he broke down after the past deaths of Koyuki and Keizo. He kneeled even further with his head on the ground.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry for sullying your precious Soryu style with so much blood. I'm sorry for being so lost for so very long! But above all, I'm sorry I wasn't able to protect you-"

Hakuji was sobbing and uncharacteristically baring his emotions. He did express anger as a demon (Although that was mostly directed and acted upon Douma). He was soon cut off from his apology rant by a familiar fist bopping him on his head.

Holding his now throbbing head, Hakuji looked up to see his normally kind and hearty smiling master with a now stern expression.

"There will be no more talk about what happened in the past in this home. You are not who you were before. The past is exactly that the past."

Keizo hugged his pupil. There was no need to dwell on the past any further.

After all, it's not as though he'd run into anyone else. Especially Douma. Right? RIGHT?!

(This concludes the parts about the siblings, Douma, and Akaza. So for right now, I'll transition to my character Tsukimi Sakuranomiya.

Tsukimi's POV

Four years old. I was four years old when I recalled the echoes of my past life. Isn't that harsh? The day I recalled everything was when I first meet the older twin brother of my mother's best friend Uta's husband. We were at a summer barbecue. My mother Sango and my dad Miroku* and my older brother Ren and myself.

I was playing with Ren and Uta and Yoriichi's son Yuzuru when he caught sight of his uncle Katsuki and his wife Nami.

"Uncle Katsuki!" he beamed. Yuzuru ran up to his uncle, hugging him, while Ren picked me up to go introduce ourselves. All the while a strange feeling was bubbling in me. I felt as though I didn't want to meet this man. For if I did, I wouldn't be me anymore.

But once I was introduced to the new faces, a wave of familiarity washed over me like a wave. It was a cold feeling. Like something that was encased away long ago. I looked up at the two adults and suddenly they looked completely different. Katsuki had six eyes, which had numbers carved into them, some kind of red birthmark, and was dressed like a samurai. Meanwhile, Nami only had one eye and was holding a Biwa. Also both their skin was both pretty pale, like chalk.

My eyes widened and my head started pounding. I hid behind Ren as the perplexing visions were starting to overlap. I didn't notice that Nami was leaning down towards me, asking if I was okay. I nodded nervously.

Later on, after everybody had gone home and I had taken my bath, I was sitting in my room cuddling my stuffed bunny plushy Riri. Today was so awkward and meeting Katsuki-san and Nami-san, left me feeling strange.

I eventually fell asleep and unbeknownst to me, I would wake up as someone else.

I woke up floating in an abyss of darkness. But I wasn't alone. An elegant looking woman stood before me. She wore clothes that looked similar to a shrine maiden's attire only her skirt was shorter and she wore long black socks. Her clothing's colors were also blue and black instead of red and white. In her left hand, she was carrying a kagura suzu.

But what stood out to me were her facial features and the color of her eyes and hair.
Her hair was the same deep Persian Plum mine was and her eyes were the same navy blue shade as mine. They even shone with the same silver starlight as my own. But what stood out was they also held kanji like Katsuki-san and Nami-san. However, the numbers in my look a like's eyes were different. Instead of Katsuki and Nami –san's respective '1' and '4', this lady had something akin to 1 ½ in her eyes.

She smiled at me warmly.

"It's good to know my reincarnation is living happily. It makes me relieved." She finally spoke. Her voice was melodious yet had a somber tone to it.

"I don't have much time. I was finally able to reach you since you've meet up with Kokushibo and Nakime... I'm sorry, I mean Katsuki and Nami. Never did I think those two would get together. But I guess stranger things have happened. Douma fell in love after all." She giggled at the last part.
I wanted to ask who she was. But my voice wouldn't come out.

My doppelganger smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, but since time is limited, I cannot permit you to ask questions out of the blue. Please, allow me to say what I need to," she begged.
Although this was completely outlandish, I felt that I was completely okay with listening to her pleas.

I nodded in approval. Her smile soon turned bitter. But it didn't seem to be out of ill or irksome feelings.

"To make a long story short. I'll simply tell you: You are my reincarnation, vice versa, I was you in a past life. Essentially, we are the same soul."

Letting that information sink in, I began to feel my chest tighten and my eyes heat up. The previous me then kneeled down to my height and grasped my hands lightly. Her expression was pleading and remorseful as if something bad was about to occur.

"I shall bestow the memories of the life I lived, this, in turn, will change who you are currently. It'll be similar to us combining. We'll experience the same things, from the same viewpoints. But... I warn you, the life I suffered through was not the easiest. But I...no, we have people we're destined to meet again. As well as a promise to carry out."

I let this sink in. I didn't want to believe all this, but something made me believe that she was telling the truth and compelled me to take her up on her request.

I nodded and she smiled. Placing her forehead against mine, a light began appearing in my head. And then I remembered everything.