Random Kny One Shots [Requests Closed] I’m just like you, Nee-san! | {SaneGiyuu}

Theme: Angst mostly I think

Note: Slightly gore-y at the beginning but the descriptions aren’t explicit so dw :33 If I could handle it than it’s prolly fine!! (I hate gore sm!! Can’t stand it yet I write it sometimes)

Major spoilers!! DKT! 

The picture makes Giyuu look so majestic (i mean he already is but even more so yk)

Tags: @GiyuuTomioka9374 Giyuu angst :3

Giyuu’s eyes sparkled as he watched Tsutako smooth out her dress.

“Nee-San! Nee-San, I’m going to be like you!” he said giddly. “I’m going to grow up like you and be really nice! And then—and then I’m going to find a boyfriend and marry him!”

“Oh really?” Tsutako teased. “A boyfriend?”

Giyuu nodded, then paused. “Should I have… a girlfriend?” he wondered. 

Tsutako shook her head. “Either one will be fit to you! I’m sure girls and boys would be falling on their knees for such an adorable Giyuu,” she said, laughing. 

Giyuu smiled bashfully. “Well… more so for you, Nee-San!” 

Tsutako knelt down and hugged him. “You’re the best person in the world, Giyuu.”

He flushed. Tsutako complimented him ceaselessly but he always was unsure how to take them, embarrassed. “You!!” he shot back. 

She pulled away and booped his nose. “I’m sure you’ll be an amazing person, ‘Yuu. You already are so wonderful.” 

Giyuu smiled brightly. “Can I help you pick out more flowers for your wedding?”

“That’s so random!” she laughed. “But alright, why don’t we go out tonight? The moon will be beautiful.”

He nodded. “Okay!”

~~~

Tsutako held his hand tightly as they made their way back home. They’d been out longer than she had anticipated and she wanted them home soon given that her wedding would be tomorrow and she didn’t want them both tired.

They entered the house and she had a strange feeling that something was off.

The door hadn’t been locked.

Hurridly, Tsutako whispered, “Giyuu, go to our room and hide. We’re going to uh.. surprise our visitor! Okay? Here, take the flowers. I’ll be right there.”

Giyuu nodded, confused but obeying, for he trusted Tsutako with his life. He hid under the bed, thinking that they would jump out on her fiancé (whom he assumed was the ‘visitor’) and scare him for fun. They often played around like this before and Giyuu loved amusing himself with these antics.

He heard Tsutako saying something from the room over as he slipped under the blankets of the futon and made himself appear to be a pile of pillows.

He heard her scream and at first mistakened it for one of surprise because she hadn’t hid in time, but then he heard a note of panic in it. The door opened ever so slightly and Giyuu peeked out, confused. He looked right as a fast-moving figure slammed his sister against the wall.

Tsutako screamed again, pain lacing her voice and cracking it to pieces. Blood spilled out of her and Giyuu barely stopped himself from shouting out. He shut his eyes tight as the other figure beat her to death. Giyuu shook under the blanket, pale and terrified.

The figure left, then, and Giyuu waited a few minute in complete silence except for the light dripping of blood. When he was sure the other person was gone, the young boy stood and rushed out.

All the blood drained from his face as he saw his sister, not even recognizable, plastered all over the room. Some of her limbs were missing and blood painted the walls a deep, terrifying red.

Giyuu let out a choked sob and fell to his knees weakly. Why… Why had this happened… 

He didn’t know what happened after that. He vaguely remembered someone coming by to see what was all this noise. He thought it was Tsutako’s fiancé but he couldn’t bring himself to think about her. He thought that perhaps something had happened and he’d explained everything but he only knew that now everyone was shouting at him, calling him dislusional and stupid. 

Giyuu found himself in a house he recognised but didn’t know how to place it. Then he heard a voice calling his name. A familiar one.

“Giyuu!” the voice said. “Come here, you need to eat.”

Not wanting to eat but knowing it was impolite to not respond, Giyuu stumbled towards the voice and into the room. A man stood there. He looked kind and sad. Familiar.

“Who are you?” Giyuu mumbled. He realized he didn’t want to know the answer, though. But why?”

“Uhm..” The man looked confused for a second, then his expression softened in a bit of realization. Giyuu was going through a hard time, it was only normal for him to be a bit weary of everyone. “Your sister’s fian-“ 

Before he could finish, Giyuu’s eyes snapped open and he turned abruptly and ran off, not wanting him to finish. He didn’t want to be near this man. He didn’t like it. This man had something to do with her. He would only make it worse, he would make him remember.

Giyuu ran for a long time, he didn’t know how long or how far. He stopped only to take a breath, his legs weak with exhaustion. He breathed quickly, trying to calm his heart, and he panted pitifully. He sunk down into a crouch and looked around, resting his elbows on his knees to give him more balance.

To his relief, he didn’t recognise this place. It must’ve been far from… there. Anywhere he knew would only bring back painful memories.

Giyuu sat back onto the grass and closed his eyes, leaning back. He would stay here for some time. 

And he did.

He fell asleep.

When he woke up the sky was already darkening and there was a person standing above him. Someone with a red tengu mask. Giyuu jolted up, confused. 

“Who are you..?” he whispered.

“Sakonji Urokodaki. What are you doing out here by yourself? It’s dangerous,” the man said, helping Giyuu stand.

“I… ran away?” Giyuu said tentatively, unsure what to say to that.

“Well, bad things can happen to children who run away. Why did you come all the way out here? There aren’t many houses nearby,” Urokodaki said quietly.

“Bad things already happened to me. I don’t care.” Giyuu crossed his arms and looked away.

Urokodaki paused and seemed to think about something. “Did a demon attack you?”

“A demon?” Giyuu asked, giving him a strange look. 

“Or not, sorry, I heard something about it a woman dying by a demon and decided to see what this was all about.”

Giyuu flinched. “My… someone… died.” He looked down, willing the tears not to come. No. He’d come here to escape the memories, not relieve them.

Urokodaki’s posture seemed to soften and he crouched down to Giyuu’s level. “Hey, do you have anyone to care for you?” he asked slowly. “I train people to become demon slayers, to rid of the demons who make the world horrible by killing our loved ones.”

Giyuu looked up. Become a demon slayer, hm? If he did, could he… help people like Tsu-… like she did? Like she had done right up to her death..? He nodded carefully. He could be a wonderful person for her. He would save people because she had saved him. “Okay. I want to become a demon slayer.”

Urokodaki nodded as well. “How old are you?” 

“Twelve…” Giyuu mumbled. Perhaps because he was so young that he wouldn’t be allowed.

“I have another young boy your age I’m training at the moment. His name is Sabito. Would you like to meet him?” Urokodaki asked.

“Okay…” 

“You don’t have anyone caring for you now, I take it?” the trainer asked as he stood.

“No.” Her fiancé didn’t count. He was… not an option. He would only remind Giyuu of her. 

“Alright. Let’s go.”

~~~

Years past in a blur. Sabito, the boy Giyuu had befriended, died a year later at Final Selection. It was horrible and it brought Giyuu into a daze, but he had to get back up. He had to save people like Tsutako had done. Like Sabito as well.

It was necessary. Something he felt would redeem all the times he’d been saved. 

Giyuu trained ceaselessly, pushing himself past his limits.

He became a Hashira.

He didn’t know how, he didn’t feel as though he deserved this title, but he had to do it. He couldn’t back down.

And then… something happened.

He happened.

Sanemi.

Sanemi was rash and arrogant, the Wind Hashira. He was… beautiful. Giyuu loved him. 

In the past, Giyuu had thought about marrying. Finding a lover and marrying them. He’d told this to Tsutako. Well, he thought, here was the lover.

And what came after that? He’d said something about wanting to grow up like Tsutako and marry someone… 

Only one more step to that.

Of course, if Giyuu lived to see a day he could actually marry peacefully.

He wasn’t all too hopeful on that, deciding there was no point on hoping for something so absurd.

And yet… 

~~~

Sanemi and Giyuu grew closer, surprisingly, despite their extreme differences. All of the Hashira were having a hard time believing it—including the two themself—but none of them were complaining. 

They ended up dating and Giyuu felt himself want to hope for the best for the future. He wanted to think that it would all be alright. He wanted to wish for a time when he could marry Sanemi. Where he could be happy.

But he forgot. He forgot one thing.

He wanted so much to be like Tsutako, he’d been striving to be as much as like her as he could.

He wanted to be kind like her, to help people his whole life and save other’s. He wanted to find someone to love and to love him, to grow with him and to live with them to the end. 

But he forgot one thing about Tsutako. He forgot that she had died before she married. He forgot that she hadn’t actually married yet.

Giyuu had fought Muzan and his Akaza and all the other demons that had been put out there for them in the Infinity fortress. And now… it was over.

Muzan was… dead. He was dead.

Giyuu found Sanemi amongst those who had survived. Unfortunately, Sanemi wasn’t in a good shape. And yet, there was still hope. He was still alive.

“Sanemi,” Giyuu whispered, placing his remaning hand on his lover’s chest. 

Sanemi opened his eyes slightly and gave Giyuu a small smile. “Told you we’d get through it.”

Giyuu practically laughed in happiness, tears springing to his eyes. “I love you,” he said. “I’m glad you’re alive.”

“Yes, now we’re going to marry and then live—actually live,” Sanemi said, referring to the plans Giyuu had spoke to him before about. 

They’d agreed to marry when it was all over. If it ended. If not, then when they retired. It could’ve taken decades but luckily, they’d made it through. 

Giyuu got up and said, quietly, “I’m going to check on Tanjiro, alright? I’ll be back.”

“Mhm.” Sanemi gave him what appeared to be a nod and Giyuu turned and left, looking for the Kamado he hoped was alive.

But… he wasn’t.

Giyuu had failed.

He’d wanted to be like Tsutako, yet no matter how hard he tried, people died one after the other. 

Tanjiro was dead.

Giyuu sank to his knees and tried not to cry, bringing his head against Tanjiro’s. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m sorry.”

Tanjiro looked up. 

Giyuu blinked.

The Kakushi around them moved, confused.

And suddenly, Tanjiro brought his arm up, moving as if to kill the Kakushi.

Giyuu moved instinctively, pushing the Kakushi out of the way.

“Tanjiro..?” he said.

The boy looked at him. Only, he was no longer the boy Giyuu knew. He was a demon.

“No!” Giyuu shouted. “Move. Move!” 

The Kakushi were confused, unsure what was happening.

Giyuu darted forward, knocking the Kakushi away from Tanjiro’s attacks. 

“He’s a demon! Anyone who can still fight! Please assist!” Giyuu shouted towards the direction of the others.

He heard people start to come around, but he didn’t wait to see if they would come. Giyuu pinned Tanjiro down, trying to burn him in the sun. 

Why? Why did this keep happening?!

He saw Inosuke and Zenitsu move over and start fighting.

Inosuke hesitate and Tanjiro nearly killed him if it weren’t for Nezuko moving in front.

“No! Nezuko! Don’t do that!” Giyuu and Zenitsu shouted almost in unison.

Tanjiro wouldn’t burn. He had resisted the sun.

Giyuu shoved Inosuke out of the way, not wanting him to die from Tanjiro. 

Nezuko was saying something to her brother, shouting. She blocked one of his attacks and Giyuu hurriedly slipped between Nezuko and pushed her onto Zenitsu, trusting him to care for her.

“Don’t you dare hurt them,” Giyuu said, his voice shaky. “Tanjiro! Come back! Come to your senses!”

Tanjiro looked at him with his blank, demonic eyes and plunged his hand into the Hashira’s chest.

Giyuu let out a strangled scream and fell limp onto Tanjiro’s arms.

Someone shouted and another darted forward, injecting Tanjiro with the last concoction to turn a demon back into a human. 

Both bodies fell onto the ground and Kanao lifted Tanjiro up and away, away from the person he’d just killed. 

Inosuke fell to the ground next to Giyuu’s body and slowly turned him up, facing the sky.

“He died,” Inosuke murmured.

Zenitsu nodded, leading Nezuko to her brother to save her from seeing the Hashira.

“He saved me,” Inosuke said to himself, looking at his hands. “Tanjiro killed him.”

~~~

When Tanjiro learned what had happened, he’d told them to kill him. He said that what he’d done couldn’t be forgiven. 

But in the end, Tanjiro stayed alive.

When Sanemi was able to speak to him again, having been the closest to Giyuu out of anyone, had said that the guilt would be enough punishment. He said there was no use killing Tanjiro anyways since it would mean more bloodspill than necessary, and Giyuu had cared deeply for the boy and would’ve hated for something like that to happen.

Later, when Sanemi was allowed out, he made his trip first to Genya and Giyuu’s graves. He had to see them.

First, he went to Genya’s, sinking to his knees in prayer and apologizing to him. He left a couple flowers on the gravestone and moved on to Giyuu’s.

When he got there, he stared at it for a long time, the shock still wearing him out to the bone. Then he bent down and placed a bunch of flowers on the stone. He sat down and placed his hands on his knees, looking down and closing his eyes. 

Why had Giyuu done that. Why had he let himself die…

“You wanted to be like her,” Sanemi whispered finally. “Like your sister.” He looked up, his eyes lingering on the words, “Giyuu Tomioka.” 

“You said you would be like her… save people and then marry. You said she died before she married her fiancé. You are like her, Giyuu. Only, more so than you meant to be,” Sanemi murmured, a sob lacing his voice. “Idiot. I wish you weren’t. You should’ve lived. Why? Why’d you…

“Giyuu, I came here to tell you that living is going to be hell. More than before. Because you’re gone. I loved you, Giyuu. I did. I do.” Sanemi sighed and stood, looking one last time at the gravestone before turning away. “Goodbye. I’ll see you soon.”

{Word count: 2504}

I’m so proud of this. Why? I’m not sure, BUT I AM!!

Also,

i didn’t swear ONCE in this whole thing :p 

I don’t think hell counts anyways.. 

Ly all!! Might get in trouble for staying on past my screentime limit but it was worth it<33