some very ooc angsty/fluffly/steamy soukoku fic c': (somehow this 600 word oneshot turned into this sad excuse for a 10k word fanfic) WARNINGS/TRIGGERS: mentions of suicide, self-harm, strong language, drinking, smoking and sex (it's no smut though...)

"The weak voice of Mio near his ear caused the young man to tremble. After slaughtering those evil souls Hyakkimaru had become a wild animal with his only tether to this earth being these two girls." What if Mio had survived? This story will take the impossible of her death and allow for a soft flower song to bloom along with our heroes. Maybe, others will be spared? Only time will tell... (Unfinished/unedited)

What does death feel like? I hope it's peaceful...