He died didn’t he?
Yuichiro Tokito bled out on this very spot. And yet.
And yet.
Dead, long grown to resemble that of a fish, now alight with life, cat like slits lit his gaze. Though dulled by his demonic nature. Just like that demon girl Muichiro had come to befriend through Tanjiro. He should be dead.
He died three years ago and yet, though changed, it was Yuichiro who stood over Muichiro. Brandishing a blade he’d honed his skill much like the Hashira had done. Lady Amane had done a proper burial for Yuichiro, of course she had. But there was one mistake. One gaping hole in her rights, a small unimportant detail she buried with the boy she failed to save.
His casket was buried empty.
She never recovered a body.
Pain clenched Muichiros heart, while despair threatened to swallow the demon whole.
Struck him dumb, unable to continue to attack, unable to touch the slayer before him. While somewhere deep in the base of his skull screamed at him to strike. To tear. To slash the flesh from the body of the one who dare to intrude on his piece of heaven.
His safe haven.
His…
“GO!!”
It’s screamed, whites of his fangs glint in the moonlight’s embrace.
Yet the boy moved so quick.
In one second sat before him, the next towering above. A blur of motion, while his instinct reeled, one heel slid backward as Muichiros arms caught him in an embrace. And he screamed, he screamed and thrashed, but the blade fell from his grasp. Claws burying themselves in flesh, but though he struggled, he could feel a deep spring of warmth welling from deep within his chest.
Flooding the void that had been resting at the core of his being.
Each word that fell from Muichiro’s lips brought flashes of a life he no longer had any right too. Snarling, desperate to escape, the demon reared back before sinking his teeth into the foolish slayers throat.
Desperate. Foolish.
Muichiro was a Hashira.
He knew that demons were creatures born of painful tragedies. Their forms were flooded with Muzans cells and replaced. Their humanity struck down with nothing but a blood thirsty demon in its place. And yet.
And yet the little demon before him could not stand the taste of human flesh. When he tried, when he tried to satisfy his ancestor, upper moon one, by feasting on human flesh, he recoiled in disgust. Gagging and dry heaving on nothing but the lingering scent of decay regardless of the saccharine sweet weight on his tongue. When in the depths of starvation, it was not human flesh he hunted but that of raw animals. When he was not laid out across wooden floorboards, scarred by buried painful memories.
But it was this boys blood.
Screams of anguish of two familiar figures, the cries of another form properly mirrored to his own.
Broken pleas for him to stop fell on deaf ears.
The broken face of heartache burrowed deep within the demons dead eyes. But it was as his teeth sank into supple flesh, as his smaller frame gets shoved. Crimson sweetness explode across his tastebuds, and the demons whole frame filled with the shock of shame? Despair?
Icy touches clutch his being, the images of that boy. Sky blue yukata with cyan mist print, a smile of brilliant sunshine, sickening stifle of silence. Dulled, hollow eyes widen in disgust and horror as those cries struck him. His frame came crashing against the ground, breaking through the blanket of mist coiling from the small boy.
‘Stop! Yuichiro! Please-!’
Who….? He knew that voice.
But why did he know that voice.
Why?
H-how…
Another scream. Born from memories he knew not where they came from. Stifling silence. Warmth sapped from his cooling corpse, a screaming berating, and disgusting silence.
Broken silence.
Sheen of new tears coat over his eyes, terror and guilt filled gaze lock onto the slayer as his form shook like a leaf. Clawed fingertips shot to his own arms, racking down into pale demonic flesh hard enough to break the skin. Pushing deeper, deeper, until his fingertips touched ghostly ivory.
“No-….”
“N-no…nononononononono—- bad…bad…t-twin…ch….”
“Infinity.”














