First of all, big thank you to all of you who reached out with advice <3! Second of all, here's a small WIP I've been working on today. damn it writing is hard ya'll have no idea how many times I've reread this and edited. No more complaining for having to wait for a new chapter from my fave writers cause now I understand y'all to some degree. ANYWAY, here's the WIP. All feedback, including criticism, is appreciated <3
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Small snowflakes hit the ground, a thin layer of snow had already formed on the north side of Japan, despite it being early November. Two hashira were finishing up a mission a lower rank slayer could have been sent on. They were standing in silence over a demon whose body had mostly disintegrated, until one of them finally spoke up.
"Well… that mission definitely didn’t need either of us.” Sanemi says while sliding his sword back in its sheath. As he was brushing dirt off his uniform with his hands, he looked at Giyuu, waiting for some kind of response.
“You know, Tomioka, that attitude is getting old. Come up with something new, something more interesting. That brooding energy is such a mood killer.”
Giyuu looks at Sanemi, that same stoic expression on his face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Shinazugawa.”
“Tch. Of course you don’t. Forget it. Come on, there is a Wisteria house a little west of here. It’ll take us around twenty minutes to reach it. I’m starving and I want a bed to sleep in before we start making our way back to the quarters”
“Sure.” Came the expected emotionless response.
The two of them started making their way out of a small forest in Akita, the snowfall gradually growing heavier with each step they made.
A few kilometers of walking later, the small Wisteria house came into view. “Finally! I’m so fucking hungry I could eat a horse right now!” The attendants of the house hurried out, urging them to get inside and get warm. As they stepped inside, the strong wind slammed the door shut behind them.
“You go wash yourself. I’ll set our room up while you do that.” Giyuu extends his arm to Sanemi, waiting to be handed his stuff. “Sure, whatever. I’ll be quick.” Sanemi says, handing him his jacket and sword. Then, he grabs a set of fresh clothes from a nearby attendant and heads for the bathroom. Giyuu enters their room and starts setting up for the night.
After the shower, Sanemi is walking down the hallway to the shared room when he hears a muffled conversation through the door. His steps slowed down as he tried to listen to the words spoken on the other side.
“Didn’t know you had time to lounge around Wisteria houses, huh?
“Why so quiet? Cat got your tongue?”
An exhale could be heard through the paper-thin wall. After another moment of silence, the unfamiliar voice spoke up again, but not before the wind loudly slammed at the windows. “Anyway, dinner will be served soon, Lord Hashira.” As Sanemi stopped in front of the door, it slid open. A tall figure with peach-colored hair steps out and walks past Sanemi, brushing his shoulder lightly. “Hey! Watch where you’re going, will ya!?” He yelled, but the man walked away without a word. It was almost impossible to notice, but if you looked closely, there was a faint limp in his step.
Sanemi frowned. “Damn… what the hell was that?” He says as he entered the room, only to see Giyuu standing in the middle. Even though his face still lacks any emotion, Sanemi could see that Giyuu’s body was tense. “Oh… I didn't realise you heard that…” Giyuu spoke softly, his body relaxing when he saw Sanemi fully enter the room. “Care to explain?”
“Explain what, Shinazugawa?”
“Don’t give me that crap, Tomioka. You may be a social dud, but even you could tell that that guy was acting weird for a reason. Plus, what’s with that limp? It’s weird. You know him, or something?” Giyuu’s shoulders stiffen, his usually stoic face intensifies at the mention of the disability. “Just an old acquaintance,” Giyuu says, “We didn’t part on good terms.”
“It was a long time ago.” Sanemi studied him for a moment, then, “Tch. Whatever. He did say that dinner is soon, right? So let’s go eat. I don’t know if I told you, but I’m fucking hungry. If we don’t get going, I'll start chewing on the furniture.” Giyuu’s shoulders drop as Sanemi changed the topic to food, feeling his stomach growling as a small reminder that he, also, is extremely hungry.
thanks for reading pookies :3
