Random Kny One Shots [Requests Closed] Mother | {SaneGiyuu}

Theme: slightly angsty+fluff

Note: I should rlly stop writing shit w/ sanemi 💀

not the song “There! Right there!” playing while I wrote this (GAY OR EUROPEAN??)

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Giyuu and Sanemi had been assigned to a mission together—much to their annoyance—to a forest somewhere in the mountains. Apparently many Slayers had gone missing and been reported dead, so they were to investigate. Up in the mountains there was a small village which was where they were to go. 

Upon arriving, nightfell. The two Hashira had stayed silent throughout their journey but Sanemi spoke then, unsheathing his katana.

“You go right, I’ll go left. There’s probably more than one demon unless it’s a 12 kizuki,” he said, his voice uncharacteristically calm.

Giyuu assented and they went in opposite directions, searching for the demons. Giyuu found a group of demons rather quickly, beheading them before they could register his presence. They had been feasting upon a couple people—two children, one man, it appeared. He sighed, murmuring an apology before turning away to see if that was all.

He weaved through the silent village—only a couple lanterns lit, the waxy smell of candles wafting through the air every so now and then. 

He heard some noise after seemingly running around in circles for a while and went towards it. He found Sanemi there, consoling a little girl who had—to Giyuu’s knowledge—lost somebody. Sanemi didn’t look up as Giyuu hovered some ways from them, wondering if he should intervene. 

“Look, I was saving you, alright? I’m sorry, I can’t bring them back. But we need to get you somewhere safe, so will you let me carry you or will you walk?” Sanemi said, sounding irritated. He bent down to the child’s level, lifting a hand to her shoulder.

The child flinched away, wailing. “MAMAAA!!!” she cried, flailing her arms around. “YOU KILLED HER!!”

Sanemi sighed. “She wasn’t your mother anymore. I can’t explain now, but she was turned into something bad, okay? She wasn’t your ‘mama,’ anymore,” he murmured. It could’ve been the angle but, for a split second, Giyuu thought that there was a twinge of grief written upon Sanemi’s expression.

“YOU MURDERER!!” the child screamed, tears flowing freely down her face. “YOU KILLED HER, IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT!!”

Sanemi let out a breath, shaking his head and retreating from the girl, turning. He noticed Giyuu who flinched at the sudden attention. “…Take her somewhere, Tomioka. I’ll go… look for other demons,” he said. His voice sounded choked up and he rushed away, to Giyuu’s confusion.

He took the child to one of the occupied houses—the family living there seeming to know her. 

“Please take care of her. I will be exterminating anything that could harm any of you,” Giyuu assured them.

They looked uncertain but nodded, closing the door as he left.

He looked around and started off down a different path, hoping to make progress. The night droned on until Giyuu ran into Sanemi again. 

“I didn’t find any more demons. I think that’s all,” Giyuu murmured.

Sanemi nodded, not quite meeting his gaze. His eyes looked red and he wouldn’t speak for some time as they went back to the village, making sure everyone was alright and burying those who had been killed.

As the Hashira started their descent down the mountain, Giyuu finally brought it up, worrying something was wrong with the usually irritatingly angry man.

“Shinazugawa? Are you alright?” he asked, glancing at his companion.

Sanemi lifted a shoulder. “Fine. Why.”

“Did the girl upset you?” Giyuu said, frowning at the vague answer.

“Shut up,” Sanemi snapped, quickening his pace.

Giyuu followed after him, waiting to catch up before speaking again. “You look distraught.”

“I’m fine, my fucking god…” Sanemi muttered, avoiding Giyuu’s prying gaze. “Don’t talk if it’s going to be about stupid shit.”

“Your emotions aren’t stupid. It’s alright to cry,” Giyuu said, his tone lilting in what he hoped was a reassuring one.

“I wasn’t crying, dipshit!!” Sanemi shouted, stopping abruptly. He turned to Giyuu—who had nearly crashed into him—and frowned. “Why the fuck are you so fucking… invasive!”

Giyuu sighed, rightening himself. “I’m sorry. I’m only concerned for you.”

“Don’t be!” Sanemi said, crossing his arms. “It’s annoying.”

“I wouldn’t be so concerned if you simply told me what was bothering you,” Giyuu said quietly. 

“God, you don’t know when to stop, do you?!” Sanemi groaned, rubbing his temples. “You’re giving me a headache, Tomioka.”

“Apologies.”

They stared at each other for a minute, neither blinking. Then Sanemi caved with a excessively loud sigh, turning away from him.

“Fine. You want to know?” He glanced back at Giyuu, who nodded. “My first encounter with a demon was when my mother turned into one. She killed… Nevermind. Anyway, there weren’t any Demon Slayers—and it was near to dawn in the first place. I didn’t know it was her, only that she was harming us. So I killed her—or the sun did, but I was a part of it. Gen-… My sibling called me a murderer because of that. He didn’t know about demons either, it was reasonable.”

Giyuu went quiet, trying to process this.

Sanemi turned back to him, glaring through his eyelashes. “There. You got your explanation. Happy??”

Giyuu frowned. “I’m sorry, Shinazugawa. I didn’t know.”

Sanemi rolled his eyes. “Let’s go. I don’t want to dawdle on your shock.”

“Wait.” Giyuu reached out, grabbing Sanemi’s wrist.

“What the fu-” Sanemi started, but was pulled into an embrace. He struggled for a moment as Giyuu wrapped his arms around Sanemi’s torso. “What the hell?!”

“Don’t… don’t resist,” Giyuu mumbled. “It will help.”

“FUCK NO, IT WON’T!” Sanemi shouted, trying to push away. 

Giyuu kept a firm grip around him until Sanemi was subdued, hesitatingly draping his arms loosely around Giyuu’s shoulders.

Giyuu, recalling what Tsutako would do for him when he was younger, patted Sanemi’s back gently. “I’m sorry the girl—and Genya—said that to you,” he whispered. “But you saved both of them. So don’t let what they said impact you.”

Sanemi didn’t respond, but he didn’t shout either, which Giyuu took as a success.

“I promise you’re helping in every way,” Giyuu continued. “You’re doing great.”

Sanemi’s breathing appeared unsteady and Giyuu pulled away to look at him. To his shock, he found Sanemi trying to fight back tears, a thin line of the salty liquid dotting his eyes. He looked away, rubbing vigorously at his face. 

“Are you alright, Shinazugawa?” Giyuu asked, worried that he had only made it worse.

“Fine. I’m fine,” Sanemi mumbled. 

“But you’re cry-” he started.

Sanemi cut him off, turning back. “I’m not doing shit. We should go back so we can get some sleep now.”

Giyuu nodded slowly and the two continued back down the mountain, finding a path that cut through the trees. They got to the bottom and started off towards their own destinations.

Before the road intersected, Sanemi called out Giyuu’s name, making him stop.

“Yes?” he asked, turning towards him.

“Thanks. For… earlier,” Sanemi said, looking away.

Giyuu lifted a shoulder. “Don’t mention it.”

“You better not mention it either. To anyone, to me, Kaburamaru, I don’t care. Just… don’t. Please?” Sanemi asked, sounding oddly meek.

“Of course,” Giyuu said, a small smile creeping upon his lips.

Sanemi returned the smile with a half one of his own before turning and making his way home.

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ooooh “Wild Hearts can’t be Broken” – P!nk js turned on :0 

it sorta fits nemi but less chaotic

it’s rlly pretty x3

ALSO WHY AM I MAKING SANEMI SO OOC FUCK