Random Kny One Shots [Requests Closed] Don’t leave | {SaneGiyuu}

Theme: Angst/Fluff/Angst

Note: I think SaneGiyuu’s turning into my comfort ship again ;-;

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“Don’t do this to me,” Sanemi whispered, his voice hoarse and broken. Tears threatened to pour over and his hands trembled as he held Giyuu’s limp body in his arms. “Don’t leave, I swear to God, please… I’ll do anything but please, please don’t leave me alone.”

Giyuu’s body remained cold, unmoving. Lifeless. He was gone, and that was that. Blood stained his mouth, his usually plush, pink lips splattered with inky red, a cruel contrast to his pale complexion. A single tear dropped onto his cheek. Not from his own eyes, however. He had lost the capability to cry. To smile, to breathe, to live.

“Giyuu…” Sanemi mumbled, his breaths shaky. “Giyuu, Giyuu, oh, Giyuu, please, PLEASE!!”

His pleading was fruitless, simply dispersing into the cold, February air. He sobbed over the body of his lover, snowy hair swinging forwards as he bent down, clutching Giyuu tightly.

The sudden image of Giyuu, alive and happy, flashed before his mind.

“You should pin your hair back, it keeps covering your eyes,” he said, laughing. He had cut his hair, had been unable to continue tying it back once he’d lost an arm.

“Hell no. I’ll look stupid like that,” Sanemi retorted, rolling his eyes. He propped himself up on his elbows, glancing over at his boyfriend who lay next to him, buried under a pile of blankets.

Giyuu smiled over at him, reaching forward and brushing Sanemi’s bangs from his eyes. His hand was rough from a decade of fighting, calloused and hardened. Yet his touch was gentle, soothing in a way. His fingers brushed over Sanemi’s jaw and he sat up, scooting closer.

Sanemi looked up, a sense of tranquility befalling over him at the sight of Giyuu, an easy smile wavering on his lips.

Giyuu bent down, placing a kiss on Sanemi’s forehead, brushing against one of the many scars written into his skin.

“I love you, you know that, right?” Giyuu said, tugging Sanemi onto his lap. Sanemi rested his head on Giyuu’s thigh, turning his body to look up at him. Their gazes met and, for a moment, Sanemi lost himself in the beautiful, deep blue eyes of his boyfriend’s a small smile curving his mouth.

“You tell me every day,” Sanemi murmured, a burst of laughter escaping his lips.

“It’s because I love you so much,” Giyuu declared, pressing fleeting kiss on Sanemi’s smile.

“You’re cute, did you know that?” Sanemi asked, sitting up. He turned, pulling Giyuu onto his own lap this time, hand brushing Giyuu’s neck, grazing his jaw.

“No, I didn’t,” Giyuu said. “Am I?” A teasing smile betrayed him.

They had played this before. As low as either of their self-esteem’s were, both adored to be praised. To be seen as something other than what they saw themself as.

“Very,” Sanemi agreed matter-of-factly, tangling his hand in Giyuu’s short, raven-black hair and pulling his head towards him. He kissed him slowly, tongue skimming over Giyuu’s bottom lip. 

Giyuu pulled away, breath caught in his throat. “Really?” he asked, eyes flickering over Sanemi’s face, searching for any hint of a lie.

“Truly,” Sanemi assured him, bending down slightly and, tugging on Giyuu’s kimono, pressed a kiss on his lover’s collarbone. “You’re lovely, too. So, so pretty. Most handsomest of the land. Girls, boys, even demons. They’re all falling for my boyfriend.” 

Giyuu laughed gently, though he sounded breathless as kisses were peppered up his neck, trailing to his jaw. “You’re being ridiculous now,” he said, leaning against Sanemi.

“Never.”

“Be reasonable, Sanemi,” Giyuu ordered, a mock frown playing on his lips.

“Can’t, I’m overwhelmed by my love for you,” Sanemi teased, grinning. 

“I hate you,” Giyuu huffed, rejecting kisses that tried to follow, though his cheeks were tinted pink. 

“I thought you loved me?” Sanemi said, faux gloom flooding his expression. 

Giyuu turned back to him, horrified. “I do!” 

Then Sanemi broke character, a smile spreading on his lips, and Giyuu stammered, stumbling over himself for a response. When he couldn’t think of one, he settled for a frown, drawing his features for his previously-normal expression, eyes disinterested and ignorant.

Sanemi kissed him anyhow, changing their position to pin Giyuu to the futon, kneeling above him. 

Giyuu went back to his flustered state, weakly trying to push Sanemi back before submitting to the kisses, his eyes fluttering shut. 

“God, I love you so fucking much…” Sanemi murmured into his boyfriend’s lips, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against Giyuu’s.

“How much?” Giyuu whispered.

Sanemi opened his eyes and sat up—or, sat on Giyuu’s lap—surveying the breathless mess of his lover. He slipped back onto the futon, picking Giyuu up and cradling him in his arms. He smiled at the pleasant expression that took over Giyuu’s face, soothing his features. He dipped his head down for a kiss then pulled away by a breath, their lips brushing against each other as he spoke.

“Too much,” Sanemi said, gaze focused on Giyuu’s blue-bell eyes. “More than I could contain.” 

He held him in his arms still, whole attention purely on Giyuu. Only it wasn’t

Giyuu. He wasn’t… He just wasn’t anymore. He was gone, had sucked in a harsh and shaky breath but never let it out.

He couldn’t believe it. Couldn’t believe that once, only months ago, he had held Giyuu in this exact position, but Giyuu had been well. Had been smiling, had been content, had been… alive. That he was no longer, eyes half-lidded, glazed over, skin paler than snow. His body was cold and limp, useless. He had died there, in Sanemi’s arms.

Yet his lips held the ghost of a smile. How could he smile? How could he be happy when he knew that he would be leaving everyone behind, be leaving Sanemi.

Then it caught up to him. Everything.

“I love you, Sanemi,” Giyuu had said, barely able to form words. But he had said this to him with the last of his strength. He had smiled, then, hadn’t he? 

“Your smile isn’t half-bad. You’re overreaction, it makes you look young. I guess you are young. But still,” Sanemi said, rolling his eyes. “You shouldn’t be so nervous.”

“…Kocho said it was unsightly. She said she’d rather be devoured by a demon then see me smile,” Giyuu mumbled.

“Kocho spews a lot of shit,” Sanemi said simply. “Smile, won’t you? Do it more. Maybe people will befriend you then.”

“If you say so,” Giyuu assented, though not without slight perplexity.

Giyuu had done it for Sanemi’s sake. He had loved him so dearly, had shown his feelings through actions day after night after day, no matter what. To his very end, his affection didn’t crumble for a second.

This realization only enveloped Sanemi with grief all over again, feeling the unconditional love towards him too great. He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve to have met someone so devoted, so perfect like Giyuu sitting in his memories. But he would cherish it all. He would recount each day he’d had with Giyuu over and over until the day he could be laid to rest beside his lover. Giyuu was everything to him. He would never let himself forget that. 

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goshh i love them too much