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(KNY) YANDERE PLATONIC! KOKUSHIBO x SISTER READER: You, Shibou. I, Kokoro (CHAPTER EIGHTEEN)

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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: "Where you go, I'm going."

Daimyo are feudal lords or magnates from ancient Japan. They ruled the majority of Japan through their hereditary land ownings, Being only subordinate to the Shogun and the Emperor.

The moon was held high in the sky, The lunar signalling midnight amongst the dark sea it hung on.

It filtered through the estate, Cracks in the pristine wood and the miniscule gaps in the windows. It was soft and sublime, A kind of light that chilled the skin in such a comforting way, A way where you just had to take a moment to take it all in.

It danced across his skin, Michikatsu's eyes shut gently as he slept quietly within his futon. The sliding window above him let the light through, Shining down onto his face as he breathed in and out.

It was the only thing illuminating the darkness of his room, The luminescence rolling off the silhouettes of what grandiose furniture was in his chambers. Mirrors, Storage units, Plants regularly watered by the servants. All of it was shrouded within darkness yet illuminated by the light just enough to make out the shape.

His eyes strained, Eyelids clenching together, However it was not due to the light.

A strange rocking sensation stirred him in his sleep, A gentle pressure on his side as he groaned softly in his sleep. He tried to shake it off as his mind was still enraptured within the thrall of his sleep, His breath only hitched for a moment before going back to its rhythm.

"Michi-nii..! Michi-nii..!"

A sort of shaky, Familiar voice called out to him in a hushed whisper. Michikatsu murmured something unintelligible through his sleep, The dark hair sprawled across his pillow and face only muddled his eyesight just a bit as he took a groggy peek.

His vision blurry, But he could make out the figure of his little sister shifting uncomfortably through the muddled darkness. He lazily lifted his head from the comfort of his pillow, Slightly shaking the hair out of his eyes.

"[F/N]..?" Michikatsu asked as he looked up at her, His vision dazed as he saw her look down at him with skittish eyes. She shifted in her oversized kimono robe she had most definetly just thrown on, Grasping onto the hems of her sleeves as she spoke.

"Michi-nii..! I'm sorry- Uhm.." She babbled slightly, Stumbling over her whispered words as she strayed her gaze away from him.

Michikatsu groaned as he propped himself up with one hand, The other moving to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

"[F/N]..? What's wrong, You know father wouldn't like it if he knew you were out here at night.." Michikatsu warned softly as he watched her try to gather her words, Remembering how their father was rather.. Adverse to his offspring wandering at night.

"I-I.. Uhm.. I had a nightmare." [F/N] admitted as she finally looked down at him, Almost expecting a sort of negative reaction from him. Like how their father often did. "It was scary.. I don't wanna be alone right now.."

"A nightmare..? What do you mean?" Michikatsu asked, Still half-asleep.

"I was being chased by a monster!" [F/N] hush whispered to him, Meek eyes staring down at him. "It was so big, It had so many eyes- I was running through a town with bright lights- I could hear it running behind me! It chased me for hours before it caught me- It hurt me- It dragged me away!"

Michikatsu listened onto her rather paranoid voice, Watch as her eyes darted back and forth for any sign of the monster throughout the darkness. He could tell she was terrified, Especially as she nudged closer towards him, Gripping onto the hems of her kimono sleeves.

"..I wanna sleep in here tonight, I don't wanna be alone." [F/N] begged quietly, Almost pleading as he looked into her eyes.

Michikatsu's lips thinned as he looked at her. In any other scenario he would have no problem saying yes to her, It was difficult to say no to begin with. But recalling the time she had been caught running around the garden late at night.

Their father called it unlady-like, Especially once he found her rather fancy kimono dirtied with muck. If her future suitors knew about her unfavourable behaviour..

It didn't end good, That was the understatement. Michikatsu couldn't tell if it was bravery or audacity that she was still okay with asking him again now. But it didn't matter. Michikatsu shook his head, Pushing himself up to a sitting position.

"[F/N].. You remember what happened last time father caught you in the garden? Who knows what he'll do if he finds you here.." Michikatsu sighed as he shook his head, Giving her a rather apologetic look.

[F/N]'s eyes widened, Stepping forward towards him.

"Please.. I'm scared, What if the monster in my nightmare comes back again?" [F/N] blurted out, Stamping her little foot slightly on the floor. "I couldn't help it, I don't wanna. It's so dark and quiet- I don't like it!"

Michikatsu opened his mouth to speak once more, However [F/N] beat him to it.

"Please, Michi-nii! I don't wanna be alone.." She begged, Her voice as quiet as mouse.

Michikatsu watched as her eyes pleaded with his, Feeling like his heart was being squeezed within his chest. There it was, The difficulty to say no. Michikatsu watched her lip tremble, The shake almost extending to the rest of her body as she feared leaving the room.

He knew it was for the best if he said no..

But he sighed, Almost in defeat.

"..Alright, Come here." Michikatsu said as he beckoned her forward, Pushing the sheets off off of his body as he shimmied to the side.

[F/N] beamed, Wide and bright in contrast the the dark of his room.

"Yay! Thank you, Michi-nii!" [F/N] cheered quietly as she excitedly lowered and sat herself down next to him on the futon. Michikatsu sighed as he pulled her closer, Watching her kick off her sandals to the side of the room as she happily rested her head down on the pillow.

Michikatsu breathed out a discontented sigh, But the small smile creeping up on his face couldn't be concealed.

"But you gotta leave in the morning, Okay? Father will be coming to collect me for training and he can't find you here." Michikatsu said as he laid back down onto his futon, [F/N] by his side who eagerly cuddled up to him when Michikatsu wrapped his arms around her.

She nodded before resting her head on his shoulder.

"That's fine.. As long as the monster doesn't get me, I'll be okay." [F/N] mumbled as Michikatsu pulled over the covers to get at ease himself, Nesting herself into the blankets comfortably.

"The monster isn't real, Don't worry.. And if it is- I promise I'll protect you, Okay? That's my job as the next head of this clan.. And as your brother." He assured as he rested his head on top of hers, Shutting his eyes.

[F/N] smiled quietly as her eyes shut as well, Getting comfortable as he held her closer to him. The night terror that had haunted her before became only an afterthought as she already felt at ease under the covers, Knowing that his words would be true.

She breathed out, Nesting further under the covers.

"Okay."

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Obanai Iguro had no idea why he was here.

He strode through the passage of some hallway in an admittedly cosy Inn, One in the middle of absolutely nowhere he recognised. It was safe to say he was irked, The slight narrow of his mismatched eyes shown that fact rather clearly.

Kaburamaru slithered loosely around his neck, Sensing his discomfort as he flicked his lounge in and out. Obanai sighed out through the bandages making up his mask, A slight scowl still on his face as he folded his arms.

He had been called by the crow to the village of Hiyohara, A small yet beautiful little township located near Fukushima. The scroll kept within the talons of the bird had detailed little as to why he was here, Only outlining that it was important and sent by the Insect Hashira of all people.

Kaburamaru would be pleased at least.

Obanai rolled his eyes as he remembered the little crush his beloved snake had on her, Nodding to a local as they passed him by on the hallway. The number listed should've been at the end of the hallway, Where he absentmindedly strode to.

As he drew nearer and nearer to the end, He could see the final oaken door within the rather quaint hall. Though as he stepped forward once more on the floorboards, Obanai listened closer.

Noises could be heard behind it, Chatter from several different voices to be precise. Some were soft and delicate, Others were rough and steady. Male and female, Obanai furrowed his brow as he had recognised a majority of the voices.

He stopped, Pausing in front of the door. Kaburamaru coiled just a bit tighter as they stilled to listen on.

His stomach churned as he raised a fist to greet the door.

"Iguro-san!"

Obanai eyes widened as the door was swung open before his knuckles could knock against the wood, His arm swiftly lunged back to his side as his body grew rigid. Once his eyes focused, Obanai felt his heart skip a beat.

Mitsuri Kanroji stood there, Her candy coloured kimono loose-fitting and draped around her body. Beautifully vivid hair was done up in a bun decorated with jewelled pins, And she was looking at him with her signature smile.

Obanai found himself shy, Eyes darting away from her.

"I didn't know you would be here.. It's nice to see you again, Kanroji-san." He muttered.

Though he gasped once he felt her arms throw themselves around him, Pulling him closer until his head was resting upon Mitsuri's shoulder. Obanai hitched a breath, Mitsuri grinning ear to ear as she felt his warmth against hers.

"It's amazing to see you too, Iguro-san! You know, I thought you wouldn't show up! You came pretty late compared to everyone else and I assumed you might not make it!" Mitsuri squealed as she hugged him tighter, Her head resting on his shoulder and vice versa.

"Uhm.. There were a few detours I had to take to get here, I got rather lost- I apologise"

It had only taken him a day to get here, Detours taken because the directions provided were rather vague. Hiyohara was a town he hadn't visited, Fukushima being a city where he barely tread in the first place as he usually operated in the south.

"Kyah~! Don't worry about it, You're here now!" Mitsuri assured as she pulled away from him, Leaving a sort of warmth that Obanai tried to burn into his memory. "Come in, Come in! Shinobu-chan can fill you in."

Mitsuri beckoned him forward with a call of her hand, Stepping back to allow him into the neat little room they were situated in. Obanai took her invitation as he wandered inside, The view of the room finally made available to him.

It was warm, Warm enough to feel through the fabric of his slayer uniform and striped black haori. It was also a rather homely set up with a few simple futons set off to the side and minimal furniture decorating the place.

There were several people he recognised here, Shinobu and Gyomei who sat conversing off to the side who called out a greeting once he walked in. And for some reason, There was a blonde haired girl who had her hands bound to her feet with bandages, Looking rather terrified with another bandage covering her mouth.

Before he could question the bizarre sight however, His eyes caught onto something else entirely. Obanai scowled, His eyes landing on a single group in particular.

"What is he doing here." Obanai hissed as he threw out an accusing finger towards a specific spot of the room, An instant jeer taking him over as he glared hot at the group across him.

Sat at the little table in the middle of the room was Tanjiro Kamado and his sister, Followed by Shinobu Kocho's Tsuguko, Kanao and Gyomei Himejima's Tsuguko, Shizuko sitting next to some Boar-headed kid. They seemed to be drinking some blend of tea they must've acquired from the village merchants, Their cups still mildly warm.

"Oh, Hello Iguro-sama!" Tanjiro waved as he saw Obanai enter inside, Nezuko followed suit, Eagerly waving her own silent greeting as she hummed through her bamboo muzzle. Obanai only shot daggers at him, His hand itching for his blade at the sight of the girl.

"Aha.. How about we move on?" Mitsuri giggled awkwardly as she urged Obanai along, Who continued to glare at the boy and his demon sister. Guiding him past the group, They made their way towards the other two Hashira in the room.

"Iguro-san! It's great to see that you've finally arrived, I assume there was some trouble getting here?" Shinobu asked with a smile as they approached, Kaburamaru perking up at the sight of the woman, Slithering just a bit further around Obanai's neck.

Ignoring his beloved snake, His eyes narrowed on Shinobu.

"Yes.. " Obanai drawled as he eyed her up and down. "Your directions were quite vague. And you failed to mention the prescence of that boy and his demon sister. What exactly is the meaning of this?"

Shinobu hummed, A rather small and placid smile appearing on her face as he asked his question. Tilting her head to the side, She spoke.

"Aha.. I see you're still sour about a demon being in the corps, Iguro-sama." Shinobu observed as she saw his scowl. "The reason why your here on vague directions is for a mission, No need to worry!"

Obanai's face scrunched up for a second, Almost wanting to say something but instead rolled his eyes.

"..Whatever, And the girl over there? What is that about?" Obanai asked as he motioned towards the girl still tied up in the corner, Who this entire time had been making muffled pleas for help from behind the bandage covering her mouth.

"Maika Heihachiro.. One of our shrine maidens that somehow made her way here." Gyomei spoke up from beside Shinobu, Beads rattling in his hands. " An eavesdropper from what we can assume.. We caught this one listening outside the door."

"A shrine maiden, All the way out here?" Obanai 'hmphed' as he continued to look at her. Maika felt like a mouse once Kaburamaru took a rather distasteful interest in her, Hissing lowly under his breath.

Kaburamaru flaunted his fangs, Maika yelped once he near lunged towards her.

"Oh, How could I forget about you, Kaburamaru?" Shinobu giggled as her hand reached into the inside of her haori, Mitsuri and Obanai had to double take when she slipped out a little mouse from inside. Tail pinched carefully between her fingers.

"Do.. Do you keep them on you at all times?" Mitsuri gawked as she watched Kaburamaru's eyes light up, His attention drawn to the dead little mouse being lowered towards him eagerly.

"Oh, No! I just assumed my favourite serpent would want a snack after such a long journey, Doesn't he?" Shinobu cooed as she teased the mouse in front of Kaburamaru's jaw, Lowering so he could get a better grasp on the rodent.

Obanai groaned. His shoulders drooping once Kaburamaru excitedly latched onto the mouse, Shinobu letting go of the rodent to let him scarf it down almost ravenously.

"Can you stop feeding my snake, Kocho-san?" He groaned as Kaburamaru happily choked down the mouse, Shinobu not even turning to look at him as she focused her efforts on Kaburamaru.

"Aha.. Yes, I suppose we really should get down to business, Shouldn't we!" She giggled once Kaburamaru was done, Slithering back around Obanai's neck while affectionately looking at Shinobu.

She raised back up, Finally turning to look at Obanai.

"Now, Let's get to talking!"

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[F/N] breathed out, Feeling herself come into consciousness.

Her eyelids were heavy and she could feel the weight of her blanket cover her body. A pillow under her head, Another she hugged within her arms. [F/N] took a moment to gather herself, To bring herself back to reality.

Another sleep, Another vision.

This one was one of the unfamiliar ones, Not from her past. [F/N] could only assume that it would've been from her past life, No matter how ridiculous that sounded to anyone out of the loop.

[F/N] sighed.

Fuck, It still sounded ridiculous to her anyways.

It was still nothing, It was just another one out of the blue that meant nothing to her current situation. Apparently she had some nightmare as a child and had tried to find comfort in Kokushibo, Or perhaps it was more accurate to call him Michikatsu.

Michikatsu Tsugikuni, That was his name.

Tsugikuni, A neuron connecting in her brain.

Akeno Tsugikuni.

[F/N] had put down the journal once she had read that name yesterday. It was like a jolt to the heart once it came to her, Needing to fully put the diary down and gather her thoughts as to what she was reading.

Tsugikuni, That was the clan name that Kokushibo had provided on her very first day here. Proclaiming that Tsugikuni was her clan name too.

But who was Akeno?

Could she be a wife to another clansmen? Another sibling perhaps? A Mother maybe. [F/N] figured it was best that she'd find out during her next read, The read she was bound to get in once she finally pried herself out of bed.

[F/N] scrunched up her face. To be honest, She hadn't a clue about whatever family could've been in the Tsugikuni clan. She really didn't know anything about her so-called past life, And why Akeno's journal had suddenly appeared out of nowhere for her to read.

Currently it was lying amongst the cutlery on her bedside, [F/N] being too lazy to put it in with her rope and nails that Akaza had provided for her, Currently lying underneath her mattress. [F/N] deeming that it would be a good enough hiding place for her contraband to stay.

[F/N] stilled for a second.

She noticed something strange, Something weird in the room.

The frigid draft that usually flooded the room was so much more present than it was before, So much so that she could feel it even under the warmth of her covers. The ultramarine light that was usually outside seemed to enter in. Though she couldn't see, [F/N] could tell it was.. Much brighter than it was suppose to be.

CREAK!

Her breath hitched, Just for a moment.

Though it stilled just as fast, Returning back to a forced rhythm of pretend sleep. Up and down, She tried not to react to the depressing of the floorboards only a few feet away from her.

A sudden aura came to her, One that removed any remaining grogginess in her mind. It took everything in [F/N] to not reveal that she was awake, Not to gag or jolt at the mere presence.

Kokushibo.

He was here.

From what [F/N] could tell, He was only a few feet away from her at the other end of the room. She could already feel the burning pricks of his eyes look over her sleeping body, [F/N] trying not to shiver under that bloodcurdling gaze.

Calm yourself, [F/N].

She could feel his weight move forward, Another board creaked, A footstep placed in front of the previous.

How long had he been here? Had he just came in? [F/N] chided herself for being so caught up in her own head to ignore his presence entering the room. That foul aura, Toxic and rotten like spoiled milk and vulture chow.

It moved forward towards her, Even closer.

[F/N] listened as he began to draw near, Moving closer towards where she slept. She intently listened to every little creak of the floor, Felt that aura draw closer, Pungent and rotten.

All until that light was blocked out from what she could perceive through her eyelids.

Kokushibo standing right in front of her, Eclipsing the light.

The silence was so loud, So loud that it almost made [F/N] break the rhythm of her breath. [F/N] tried to keep up her sleeping façade, Pleading, Almost begging for him to do something to break that silence.

He was probably just here to drop off her breakfast- That was all- Everything would be-

[F/N] stilled.

What?

She almost needed to take a moment to process what was happening, Almost opened her eyes to confirm that what she was feeling.

A hand was touching her hair.

[F/N] felt Kokushibo cup his palm around her hair, His fingers somehow making their way into the strands of her hair to almost cradle the back of her head. [F/N] felt his icy cold grip like ice on her skin, So cold that the gelid ocean outside couldn't compete.

She heard him lower and a plate clatter settle down on her side table. His hand stroked her hair, Almost fondly, As if stroking the coat of a dog. She felt his clawed thumb rub circles into her skin, Gently and featherlight as if not to wake her.

She wanted to puke, Wanted to scream and shy away from his touch. [F/N] almost felt disgusted when she remembered she had to get closer to him.

Thankfully it was over in a minute, Feeling his hand leave the hair on her scalp and retract back to his side. He breathed out, Stepping back away from her only slightly as she continued to stare at her. Closer to him.

Kokushibo looked over her, Watching the sheets rise up and down in tandem with [F/N]'s breath. The platter of assorted Sashimi still laying within the cluster of bowls and plates piling up together.

He turned on his heel, Ready to exit the room like he had done everyday-

In a moment, A hand gripped onto arm.

A palm wrapping around his wrist made him still in place.

"Stay..!"

Kokushibo turned around, Eyes near bulging out of their sockets.

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"Master.. May I speak with you for a minute?"

Shizuko turned his head to look up at Gyomei, His master, Who overtime had made his way out of the group of other Hashira. Shinobu and Iguro seemed to be in rapt debate, Mitsuri scrambling with a nervous smile to try and calm the both of them down.

Gyomei had long abandoned trying to quell the situation, As it had proven fruitless. Obanai had grown rather understandably alarmed at the prospect of going behind Oyataka-sama's back, Decidingly getting mad about it.

Shinobu tried to calm him down along with Mitsuri, Their chatter going loud in the background as Shizuko and Gyomei stood off to the side. The other non-Hashira still conversing around the side table.

Gyomei rattled the beads snaked around his hand, Trying to shut out the differing conversations.

"I already am aware of what you wish to ask.. But please, Go ahead." Gyomei said as he heard Shizuko fold his arms next to him, Sensing his eyes narrow, A abased confusion dawning on him.

Shizuko sighed.

"Are we just not going to talk about a few days ago? You promised you would speak with me once we met again and here I am." He said, Gesturing to the whole of himself as he looked up at Gyomei. "So please, Master, Can you tell me what you know..?"

Gyomei's brows furrowed. Even though he already expected it, It was still a rather sour topic to him. When Shizuko came to him and had deduced that he, Gyomei, Had known something about the As much as he would like to tell him, It was not his story to say.

Gyomei sighed, Sad expression broadening further across his face. "No.. I cannot." He finalised as he turned towards his Tsuguko, His sorrowful expression sincere as he spoke.

Shizuko near scoffed, Almost in disbelief as he shook his head.

"Master-"

"Please.. Let me finish, Shizuko. I have my reasons for staying silent on this topic." Gyomei cut in with an assuring tone, A surprised expression flashing across Shizuko's face at his interruption.

"It is why I wished for you to be here instead of Genya, Or any other slayer.. I believe that going on this mission will do well for you"

"I still don't get it, Master." Shizuko exasperated, Shaking his head impatiently. "I've been wanting to know for years of my life who it was that held my hand, Why can't you just tell me..?"

Gyomei sighed as he listened to Shizuko's words, Knowing full well that this wasn't fair on him. Shizuko looked up at him and even though Gyomei was unable to see, He could feel the desperation within his eyes.

Gyomei's lips thinned, Brows knitting together as he tried to find the right words to say.

"Shizuko.. The reason I put our conversation off in the first place was because.. I am not the right person to have it with you." He explained slowly. "If I told you what I knew.. You would have much more questions than you would answers.. It would not be right."

"Then who is the right person?" Shizuko urged, Desperation in his voice as he stepped forward.

"Someone who will be able to explain it entirely to you." Gyomei, Unknowingly tuning into arguments only a bit away from the two of him. The higher pitched voice of Mitsuri Kanroji becoming much more prominent than it did before.

Gyomei sighed, Hearing as they continued to bicker.

Shizuko just stared at Gyomei, Desperation almost burning within his eyes. Without thought his hand trails up to his head, Fingers itching as they moved under his hair to graze over his scar, Almost begging to remember what he wanted to know.

His hand burned, The scar even more so.

"..I need to know." He whispered, More to himself now as his sight went unfocused. It was almost if he wasn't seeing what was in front of him now, Instead just a muddled memory kept locked inside his mind.

He was snapped out of it however. The wretched feeling of a hand rested on his shoulder, A horrid sensation yet more comforting than the others as he looked up.

Gyomei stared down at him, A small smile spread on his lips.

"I promise you, Shizuko.. You will know in time. Just please, Promise me you will be patient." He assured, His voice though mournful was warm enough to bring Shizuko back to reality if just for a moment.

Shizuko smiled back, Though it seemed awkward, Almost unfamiliar on his face.

"I promise. Thank you, Master." Shizuko replied, His body visibly relaxing as Gyomei's hand rested on his shoulder. Even though his touch repelled him just like the others, Shizuko could take comfort in the silence they shared, No more words needing to be spoken.

They shared a moment together, Simply like that. The sounds of argument in the background

"Mmph! Mmph!"

Both heads snapped down, Looking towards the blonde girl still restrained in the corner. It appeared that she had been here the entire time, A terrified expression still on her face as she pleaded with them to let her go through the bandage covering her mouth.

"Ah.. I had forgotten that she was there." Gyomei remarked as Maika struggled in the ropes, Trying but failing to get out.

Almost on cue, Inosuke kicked up at the other table. Yelling something with his voice sounding like pig-latin, Tanjiro and the others moving to pull him back into a more. Most definetly causing a disturbance throughout the entire inn.

Shizuko rolled his eyes.

"I should probably go deal with that.. Thank you anyways, Master." Shizuko shrugged as he pushed himself up from the wall, Smile dropping and returning to his signature Shooting Maika a glare that made a shiver run down her spine.

With that, He stalked off towards the table. Barking out a 'What are you idiots doing' as heads turned to look at him.

Gyomei shook his head as he watched Shizuko walk off, Forgetting his rather harsh tone when dealing with people.

"Hello, Gyomei-san!"

A voice called out from beside him, Happy and cheerful as he noticed it was Mitsuri. He realised that the bickering could no longer be heard in the background, With good reason hopefully, Mitsuri deciding to check-up on him afterwards.

He nodded, Turning towards her.

"Ah.. Kanroji-san. I hope Iguro-san has came around to the idea of infiltrating the cult.." Gyomei asked as she looked up at him with a rather relieved expression, Her smile widened, Just a little bit more awkwardly.

"Aha.. Took some convincing and some appealing to Kaburamaru, But he agreed to keep everything quiet eventually!" Mitsuri laughed as she scratched the back of her head, Recalling the efforts both her and Shinobu had to take to get Obanai on their side.

"And how are you doing?" Gyomei asked in return.

"Amazing now, Thanks! We finally got our business in order, So.. What's happening?" Mitsuri asked with a peppy smile as she looked up at the older man, An unknowing shine in her eyes as she looked up at him.

"Mmph! Mmph!"

Gyomei sighed as he heard Maika struggling once more.

Time to deal with this..

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[F/N] felt nervous.

She felt like a mouse in a trap, Caged within walls bigger than her with no way out. Or perhaps it was more accurate to say that she felt like a mouse in a laboratory, Under dissection or observation from a scientist.

It would account for the staring, After all.

[F/N] sat upon her bed, Legs folded in a basket with a plate of sashimi nestled on her lap. Her eyes were focused entirely on the seafood, Smelling the saltwater still fresh on the fish and the soy sauce it was drenched in.

Within the darkness, Were three pairs of eyes staring dead at her.

[F/N] tried not to bring attention to it as she picked up another salmon slice from her platter, Bringing it up to her lips and half-heartedly nibbling on the salinic meat. The golden eyes like stars in the night burning into her skin.

She couldn't even see him from within the darkness, His body entirely consumed by the shadow. Only the spotlights of his eyes staring dead at her, Never leaving for a moment as he sat on his knees, Watching her eat the food he had prepared for her.

[F/N] placed the salmon slice into her mouth, Slowly chewing so the taste would ruminate on her tongue. Why she asked him to stay in the first place- She regretted even asking, Believing it to be a stupid move.

To get closer to him, That was her plan. The word 'Stay' just came out of her mouth without thought. It was almost as if second nature, Even though being around him was the last thing [F/N] wanted in the first place.

[F/N] wasn't quite sure where it came from, But didn't have any basis to find out either.

So she ate her meal, Quietly and without sound as Kokushibo sat knelt in the corner, Watching [F/N] like an insect on a dissecting table. All while she tried to come up with a game plan, To try and worm her way out of this situation.

That- Or try to make the most of it.

Get closer to him like she was suppose to, Take advantage of the situation and like she was suppose to.

Either way, This was a chance to try and get him to trust her more. Even though the words were caught in her throat, Even though she wanted to shrivel up into a corner and never come out- [F/N] needed to try.

Her lips thinned.

"..The journal, Did you put it on my nightstand?"

[F/N]'s voice rang out louder than it was spoken, Her eyes still focused on her food as she blurted out her words.

Kokushibo didn't stutter, Continuing to stare at her from within the shadows of the room. It was again silent, No word spoken. [F/N] swallowed, Almost expecting him to not answer at all.

"..Yes." Kokushibo rasped, His voice that same deep drone as it always was. [F/N] tried not to release a sigh from her lips, Instead keeping them thinned and pressed together as to not reveal her discomfort.

"I see.." She mumbled as she selected another slice of sashimi, A vibrant red tuna slice bound to make mouths water, That of which was proven once [F/N] placed it onto her tongue. "I was just wondering, That's all.."

Kokushibo hummed in acknowledgement as he watched her consume the meal he made. [F/N] didn't know why she felt the need to explain herself to him, Perhaps to confirm she was in his good graces?

She swallowed the tuna, The explanation more sour than her stomach right now.

"..No offense, Kokushibo-sama but.. Why?" [F/N] asked with a cautious tone. Eyes daring to take a peak at him before catching those angler eyes in her vision, Sight quickly moving back down to her food.

"A few months ago.. You had mentioned that your breathing style requires a calm mind.. I assumed that it might assist in that perspective. Reading and meditation were two activities you mentioned.." Kokushibo explained lowly.

[F/N] hummed as she bit into another tuna chunk.

"A diary is a strange choice for reading material.." She spoke through her chews, Poking at the rest of the fish.

Kokushibo didn't answer for a while after that, Letting the silence seep back in from the absense of conversation. [F/N] began to feel the cold of her sweat build up on her back once more, Breathing much more shallow.

Kokushibo's eyes narrowed on her, Watching as she shied her gaze away from him once more.

"..Instead of questioning me, How about you tell me why you asked me to be here..?" He asked slowly, Eyes focused much hotter on her before.

[F/N] froze slightly, Her movements paused just for a second.

There was the million dollar question, The one that she had dreaded coming out of his mouth. Even though she had been expecting it, It still made a pit form in her stomach like stones.

Though her mouth was dry, She began to speak.

"I.. I don't know, I guess I just wanted to have a conversation with someone. I haven't really been able to talk with anyone in months so.." [F/N] shrugged, Shaking her head as it was the best she could come up with.

"You have that boy, Kaigaku.. Despite his rather obvious shortcomings, He should provide enough social interaction for you.." Kokushibo countered, Recalling giving Kaigaku permission to speak with her, No matter how much he detested otherwise.

[F/N] could've almost laughed at how out of touch he was. Despite being a rather solidary person, Even she needed a bit of small talk from time to time and most definetly not with one person and one person alone.

It was almost funny how deluded he was.

Despite her cold humour in the situation, She kept her face still, Though she shook her head.

"I don't like Kaigaku.. It's nothing personal, He's just not good at holding a worthwhile conversation." [F/N] sighed, More in relief as it seems that Kaigaku didn't tell Kokushibo of what happened only yesterday.

Kokushibo's face sharpened at her words.

"And you assumed that I would want to speak with you instead..?" He asked with an apathetic yet brutal expression, Eyes digging into her skin. [F/N] felt herself supress a rather nasty scowl.

What the hell was his deal?

She was trying her best to be polite with him. Despite it all, How much she despised him to the very bone, How his presence even metres away made her want to puke. His aura was rotten, But she was trying her very best to endure it.

Even he, Kokushibo had specifically told her that he would be 'withholding affection' until she got out of her 'rebellious phase'. And she was doing just as he said, She wasn't throwing passive aggressive remarks. She even made the effort to talk to him like she was doing now, Even though it made bile rise in her throat.

So why the hell did he sound so unhappy to be here right now? In fact, [F/N] felt like he was acting much more opposed to her than he usually seemed to be. Could he be suspicious? Perhaps it was because it was still a very new change in her attitude, Maybe that was it..

But it didn't add up, Not at all.

"..You can just go, I don't mind being alone" [F/N] mumbled as she turned back towards her food, Gesturing towards the door with a shake of her head. "..Sorry for keeping you from whatever you do."

She was probably gonna go back to sleep again once he left anyways, At least until Akaza returned. She'd probably just have another vision. A nightmare, Perhaps. At least that would be able to take her mind off the one that she was currently living through.

Kokushibo breathed out, Once more.

Through the silence she could her the faint patter of his hand placing onto the ground. [F/N] listened as she heard the floorboards croak, Kokushibo pushing himself up to his full staggering height.

[F/N] sighed as she heard him stand up, Waiting for him to leave as she ate the remains of her sashimi. At least he wouldn't be bothering her anymore, Expecting the ultramarine shine of the light outside to hit her face any moment now.

[F/N] chewed on her salmon slice.

Her eyebrows furrowed.

She swallowed it, The taste lasting on her tongue.

She blinked, A few moments passing as she looked up to see what was wrong. That turquoise light didn't hit her face after the usual time it took to-

[F/N] felt her heart stop entirely.

He was standing right in front of her, Not even moving an inch as he imposed over her from where she sat. They were only a feet apart, His face steeled in that omnipresent scowl that looked [F/N] felt her sweat drop, Her heart stop entirely in her chest. His eyes narrowed.

"The diary.. Have you been reading it?" He asked in a gravelly pitch, Eyes not departing from hers as his hand reached over to pluck the book from her bedside. [F/N]'s throat felt dry, Feeling herself almost shrivel up inside.

She double-taked however, Shaking off her shock.

"Erm.. Yes." [F/N] breathed out as she watched him flick open the book, Flipping through the pages at a rapid rate until it reached the page where she dog-eared to mark her place. Eyes snapped over to the letters, Beginning to read.

She watched as he scanned the lines with a quick pace, Almost jumping out of her skin once his eyes snapped back over to her.

"You have gotten a fair bit into the journal.. A fast reader, I see.." What would sound like a compliment from any other lips sounded like an observation from him, The kind that would be noted down for a scientific thesis.

[F/N] nodded along, Not daring to speak.

"You are, However.. Only a fraction of the way through.." He continued as his eyes drew back to the book, Reading from where she had left off yesterday. [F/N] felt a question burn on the tip of her tongue. Her mouth opened.

"W-Who is Akeno..? The woman in the book?" [F/N] blurted out, Her eyes still shied away from his as he looked back at her. The words just flooded out of her mouth, Almost like a dam finally breaking down.

Kokushibo breathed out.

"Our mother." He spoke simply, Face not changing a single bit.

[F/N] took a moment to process before she nodded slowly. Strangely enough, Learning that the woman she had been reading about was her supposed mother was not something that brought out a reaction out of her.

Not a big one anyways. But [F/N] couldn't deny that she felt a bit.. Intrigued.

I mean, [F/N] didn't even like her actual mother. A bitter and foul woman. It was a celebration once she died, [F/N] might as well have played beer pong with the bucket that woman kicked.

So [F/N] felt curiosity build up in her.

Would Akeno be like that?

Kokushibo slammed the book shut with a single hand, Bringing [F/N] back to the current situation she was in as she jolted in surprise. His hand moved over, Setting the journal down on the bedside.

His eyes narrowed.

"You are.. Different." Kokushibo stated, Eyes running over her like she was nothing but a frog to be cut open. It was uncomfortable, Skin itching even as he seemed to examine every little blemish on her.

[F/N] averted her gaze back down to her tightly curled fists.

"What..?" She asked slowly, Puzzled by his words.

"It is strange, You do not act like you did before.. There is a rather stark difference, Much more.." Kokushibo trailed off, Eyes still trained intently on her as he paused in his speech. The room suddenly fell quiet once more-

Deathly so.

It felt like forever, As if time had decided to slow down just in this single moment. Her skin burned and blistered under his sight, And Kokushibo never strayed his vision away from her. [F/N] silently begged him to just finish what he wanted to say, To get it over with.

But his lips thinned, And [F/N] could feel the irritated tinge in his aura from miles away.

Kokushibo turned to leave, Not bothering to finish his sentence.

"Continue reading.. I will come back tomorrow to make sure you are.." He spoke as he began to leave, Slowly stalking off towards the door in the room. [F/N]'s lips thinned before they opened.

"Uhm.. What about training?" She asked, Gripping the platter between her hands just a little too tightly.

Kokushibo paused in his walk, But he didn't turn to look at her.

"Until you are confident you will be able to wield Soul Breathing.. You will spend your time focused on literature and other remedial activities.. " Kokushibo explained as [F/N] nodded slowly to his words.

"Kind of a lack of 'remedial activities' to do.. Maybe if the library was a bit more stocked up, I'd have at least something to occupy my time." She muttered more to herself than to him, Under her breath as her eyes wandered off somewhere else.

Kokushibo hummed, Acknowledging her remark before he turned on his heel once more and left. This time, [F/N] didn't stop him as he marched towards the door within the blinding darkness, Her eyes kept on his back at all times.

Pulling it open, He didn't look back at her as the light hit her face. Then it disappeared entirely, Along with Kokushibo's presence.

[F/N] gasped before she took the biggest breath of her entire life, The air finally ripening around her as his suffocating presence left her. That rotten aura like decaying cow carcasses in a field-

It was finally gone.

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"This is still a stupid plan, You should have told Oyataka-sama- You should've provided the information you got from your crow instead of going rogue and deciding to go on some death mission..!" Obanai hissed, Eyes hawked in on Shinobu with a rather menacing glare.

Shinobu didn't feel it a bit however, Not even bothering to shake it off as she smiled.

"No matter now, I suppose. You already agreed to go through with this 'stupid plan' and I don't take any second thoughts!" She hummed, Looking at them from the side as they stood off a bit away from the other groups.

"I'm only doing this because of her, You know my history associated with cults.." Obanai mumbled, His head tossed to the side with a rather sour expression on his face.

Shinobu smiled, Much more sly and knowing than it should've been as she looked Obanai up and down. There was a perfectly good reason why Shinobu had asked him here in particular, Her reasoning seemingly paying off as she watched Obanai almost ogle at Mitsuri who was currently chatting with Gyomei.

"Of course.. I didn't expect anything more." Shinobu remarked as she watched the two converse idly with each other, Both glancing down at the shrine maiden they had caught hours earlier, Still restrained. Shinobu sighed, Shaking her head.

"Ah.. I suppose we shouldn't keep everyone waiting any longer, Let's head off to the convent, Hm?" Shinobu proposed, Not waiting for his response as she stepped forward towards Gyomei and Mitsuri.

Obanai nodded, Following after her as they approached the other Hashira in conversation.

"The issue is.. I'm not quite sure what do to with her."

"Keeping her here sounds horrible though.. My heart hurts thinking about it!"

"Mmph!"

"Ah, I see that you're discussing what to do with the eavesdropper!" Shinobu chirped in as she peered in behind Gyomei's back, Glossy eyes resting upon the terrified shrine maiden who squeaked once Shinobu revealed herself.

"Ah.. Shinobu-san. We're not in agreement as what to do.." Gyomei states. "I suggest that we leave her here for the inns keeper to find while we leave.. Though on the other hand, Kanroji-san believes that would be inhumane.."

"Cause it is! Who knows how long she'd be here, What if the innkeeper doesn't even find her?" Mitsuri butted in as she gestured to Maika, A puzzled frown across her face.

Shinobu nodded.

"I see.. Well I was thinking of heading out soon, Since everyone's here now. So I would like it if you came to a decision soon enough!" She hummed with a smile as Obanai appeared from the other side of Gyomei.

He huffed.

"Though I dislike this plan altogether.. I would rather it go smoothly if I am meant to do it so.. I say we toss her in the near river with her hands and legs still tied."

"Iguro-san!"

"Mmph! Mmph!" Maika muffled out what sounded like hearty disagreement, Eyes bulging out of her sockets as she stared at Obanai like he was some kind of demon, Even more so when Kaburamaru began to hiss.

Shinobu sighed as she stepped forward, Kaburamaru snapping his jaw shut once he watched her approach Maika. Knees bending as she lowered before her.

With a smile, Shinobu ripped off the bandage covering Maika's mouth.

"Ah-!" Maika gasped for what seemed like the biggest breath she had ever taken. "P-Please don't kill me! I can explain why I was listening to you're conversation, I swear!"

"Then explain.." Gyomei said, Looking rather imposing to where the girl was sat on the floor.

"O-Okay.. Erm- Give me a second I.." Maika blinked, Trying to recompose herself. "I didn't come here to tell anyone about what you were doing.. I.. I actually came because I wanted to help."

"How can we tell that you're not lying to get out of a bad situation?" Obanai asked as his eyes narrowed on her.

Maika gulped.

"B-Because I wanna help [F/N]-sama. I overheard your conversation back at the butterfly mansion, About the plan to find out where she was. I.. I wanna help, [F/N]-sama was really kind to me and I feel bad.." She said, Her eyes shying away from the group and she stared to the floor, Still shaking.

She inhaled.

"I.. I feel like it's my fault that [F/N]-sama was kidnapped. She saw me during her fight with that demon and she held back so I wouldn't get hurt.. She made sure he wouldn't find me, Even after I was injured and I just don't think I could live with myself if she stayed missing.. "

"Even though I'm a shrine-maiden.. I'm also a licensed slayer.. S-So please! If it's not a bother.. Could I please go on this mission?" Maika asked just a little bit higher than before, Sweat rolling down her brow, The fear of being rejected burning through her body.

Her lip shook.

Ever since that day in the shrine, Ever since she had woken from that coma, Maika had felt horrible about herself. To think that it was she that got [F/N] in such a bad situation, The guilt Maika felt was indescribable.

No one spoke, Not for a good long while. Their eyes darted back, Trading looks speaking their own thoughts about the situation. Iguro and Shinobu seemed rather cautious and Gyomei seemed to wait for the opinions of the others before he weighed in his own.

It was Mitsuri whoever who decided to take action, Stepping forward towards Maika before kneeling down towards her. A smile brighter than the sun outside as she grasped onto her hands.

She squealed.

"Kyah~! Of course you can come along, Anyone who wants to help, Should help!" Mitsuri grinned as she held Maika's hands within her own, Grasping them warmly as the girl looked up at the woman with a rather shocked blush burning on her face.

"K-Kanroji-sama!" She stammered.

Gyomei stepped forward.

"Are you sure about this, Kanroji-san..?" He asked as he heard their interaction, Hands still in prayer.

"Yes, One hundred percent! Let's go now, Get everyone ready. Heihachiro-san can come with us!" Mitsuri said as sure as she had ever been as she looked back at him, A massive smile on her face. Shinobu stepped forward.

"Well.. If Mitsuri-chan trusts her, Then I suppose I do too!" She cheered, Smiling slightly as she turned towards the rest of the Hashira. "Get ready and discard your slayer uniforms! We'll head for the convent in half an hour."

"Ah.. I suppose I shall be making my leave then.." Gyomei remarked as he wandered past the group, Assumedly to grab his luggage and make his goodbyes before he heads back to his estate.

Shinobu followed him off, Going to tell the group of younger slayers at the table the same news. Mitsuri quickly untied the ropes around Maika's wrists and ankles, To whom thanked her and stretched her tired limbs.

Mitsuri gave a 'no problem' in reply and raised from her position, Turning back to look at Obanai.

"Isn't this great, Iguro-san? I know we're all going off to fight an Upper Moon, But I'm still happy to be able to spend it with all of you!" She cheered with a smile, Looking at Obanai.

He swallowed, Feeling exposed all of a sudden.

"I.. Suppose." Obanai said as he tossed his head to the side, Choppy black bangs covering his red hot face as he turned away from Mitsuri.

Her brow raised.

"Ehh..? Are you okay, Iguro-san? Are you feeling alright, Your face is pretty red!" Mitsuri observed, Stumbling forward as she spotted a hint of burning blush on his face. Obanai huffed, Stumbling back from her.

"I feel fine, Thank you for your concern. We should get going soon." Obanai blurted out as he began to walk away, Leaving a confused Mitsuri watch him go. Mitsuri hummed, Acknowledging the situation.

"Kanroji-san.."

Mitsuri turned her head, As soon as Obanai left, She heard the voice of Gyomei Himejima beckon her over from the other side of the room. He was stood tall, Seemingly preparing the luggage for his departure.

"Oh.. Himejima-san!" Mitsuri called back with her smile reappearing on her face, Not wasting any time to skip over to where Gyomei stood with a . "I guess you'll be leaving now, It's a shame that you won't be able to come along with us!"

Gyomei nodded slightly,

"Yes, It is.. However I just wish to speak with you for a slight second before I leave.." He asked cordially, Stepping closer towards Mitsuri. "It is about my Tsuguko, Himejima Shizuko."

"Shizuko..?" Mitsuri mumbled under her breath, A bell ringing in her head. It wasn't long before her eyes widened however, Shoulders tensing up. "You mean [F/N]'s brother..?! He's here..?!"

Mitsuri's head instantly shot back and forth, Eyes scanning everyone in the room.

"Correct, He was the one I decided to summon after all.." Gyomei replied, Fairly confused as to how Mitsuri hadn't noticed the boy beforehand.

Mitsuri quickly spun around towards the table where everyone sat, Eyes darting through the little crowd. It seemed like they were all getting ready to head off, But from amongst the group Mitsuri could spot a certain mess of hair.

Wide eyes, Scars, Rough braided hair.

Her breath caught in her throat.

"Oh my gods, That's where I recognise him from-! How did I not see it before..?!" Mitsuri gasped as she watched Shizuko put away his things, Barely held back from rushing over to greet him.

"Kanroji-san." The rumble of Gyomei's voice made Mitsuri double take, Turning her head back around to meet his solemn face.

"I came to ask that you do me a favour, By telling Shizuko about [F/N] and his past during this mission.."

"What..?!" Mitsuri gasped, Her eyes growing wide as saucers.

"He has not forgotten her entirely, It seems.. Only a few days ago he had admitted there were some surviving memories from his accident." Gyomei explained.

She shook her head slightly, Almost unbelieving.

"No way.. He actually.." Mitsuri mumbled under her breath, Seemingly collecting her thoughts before speaking once more. "I told this to you, I don't know the full story.. I.. I couldn't give him all the answers even if he did know."

Gyomei shook his head.

"But you know the most out of us all.. And it is right that he knows what you do, At the very least.. I am not the right person, You are." He said, Nodding in her direction.

Mitsuri just looked at him, Mind racing.

Mitsuri couldn't believe what she was hearing, What she thought was just going to be a farewell turned out to be much more than she was bargaining for. It was shocking enough to hear that Shizuko actually remembered something.

But for Mitsuri to also be given the duty of explaining said something? Even more unexpected. Her face turned into a rather apprehensive frown, Lips pressed tightly together.

"Himejima-san.. I understand what you mean but- You can't just leave me with this I mean.. I've never even spoken to him before.. And [F/N].. She herself said it was for the best if they were kept apart!" Mitsuri hushed under her breath, Pleading with him both in her tone and her eyes.

Gyomei nodded slowly, His brows knitting together in a sorrowful expression.

"You are right, I am deeply sorry for leaving you with this.. But he has the right to know, Just not from me." He explained, Hearing the rough voice of his Tsuguko in the background. "For whatever reason [F/N] wished to stay apart.. I believe that is not truly what she wants."

"I.." Mitsuri thought over his words, Ones that struck a cord within her. Mitsuri knew she didn't know the full story, But she knew [F/N] down to the atom, And her wanting to stay away from Shizuko?

Yeah, That wasn't like her at all.

"You're right. [F/N].." Mitsuri stumbled over her words, Shaking her head. "Just.. All I want is some time, Okay? I'll tell him but.. I'll need to put a few things together first, Just make sure everything is understandable."

Gyomei nodded, The expression on his face lightening ever so slightly as he turned around towards his luggage laid out in a satchel. Picking it up and tying the knot.

"Thank you, Kanroji-san.. This means a lot, Both to me and I leave him in your care.. I trust you will keep him safe." Gyomei said, Slinging his satchel over his shoulder before bowing towards the woman. Mitsuri copied his actions, Lowering down herself.

"You can trust me, I promise Shizuko will be safe.." Mitsuri said, Politely yet quietly so that no one could hear them. Gyomei raised from his bow, Settling his yukata over his chest once more before grasping onto his satchel.

They said their goodbyes, And the rest of the group did the same. As Gyomei was walking out, None of the crowd noticed the new air around him and Mitsuri, Some mutual feeling like understanding shared between the two.

Mitsuri sighed once he left, Another task put on her roster along with finding out what was wrong with Shinobu. She couldn't argue however, It was much better to deal with this than let it go untouched.

Mitsuri had learnt that the hard way.

So she turned, Prancing back towards the group to help the rest of them pack their stuff for the journey ahead. She had a smile on her face, No matter how terrifying the situation was about to be.

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[F/N] was left sitting on her bedside, Head dropped, Hands in lap as she tried to mull over what happened.

A sort of disgusting shiver wormed through her system as she remembered his aura, Not to mention their conversation. His behaviour too was particularly unpinnable, [F/N] having no idea why he's acting repulsed to her attempts to talk to him.

It was Kokushibo after all who encouraged this behaviour in the first place, And she was trying her best to play into it best she could. Yet he seemed so opposed to it, Perhaps even a bit aggressive when she admitted she wanted to speak to him.

Why?

There was no point in trying to unravel his behaviour, [F/N] supposed. She hadn't been able to do it before so there was no way she'd ever be able to, Not right now at least.

All [F/N] knew was that she hated him. That he was a centuries old demon with violent instincts, That he had siphoned her away to some mockery of her now defunct shrine. [F/N] knew that he was a horrible person.

Her teeth gritted.

She couldn't stay here, She couldn't bare to be in this decrepit shrine any longer.

[F/N] pushed herself off of the bed, Pins and needles in her legs not bothering her as she turned back and kneeled down so far, Face peeking under the bed.

The ropes.

[F/N] needed to get to work, Right away. Hands lunged under the bed, Snatching the thick spool of unassorted ropes in a single palm as she pulled them out. She needed to start making her way through the infinity castle if she wanted to find the exit door.

"[F/N]!"

A voice called out from somewhere down the hallway, It was Akaza's, About time that he'd show up since Kokushibo had left a good few hours ago. [F/N] paid no heed however as she lugged herself back up onto her bed, Spools of rope in hand.

She set them down on her lap as the door slid open.

"[F/N], You awake?" Akaza called out into the room, Though his question was instantly answered as he watched her begin to play with the ropes in her hand from within the darkness.

"Yep, Wide awake. Had a rather eye-opening conversation with you-know-who earlier and I haven't been able to get them closed since." [F/N] replied but she didn't look at him, Instead beginning to find the ends of two rope to tie.

Akaza's face scrunched up, Golden eyes glowing in the dark.

"Seriously? You actually had a conversation with him?" He scoffed slightly.

"I'll tell you about it if you lend me a hand, We're gonna work on the rope."

"Deal. Though I'm relieved you finally decided to start working on your escape, It was starting to get annoying.." Akaza muttered as he walked forward towards her in the dark, Lunchbox in hand. "Good timing though, Was able to bring you in a few tools for the nails or whatever."

Akaza held up the lunchbox in hand, Presenting it as something more that cutlery rattled around inside. A hammer, By the sounds of it. The spare nails laying around under her bed would finally be put to use.

[F/N] didn't smile, But a glint in her eyes spoke more than she could ever say. Looking up towards Akaza, She spoke.

"Perfect."

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They were high up, Thousands of feet above the air.

Clouds were below them now, Like a ring surrounding the horizon. The sky fading from a desaturated baby blue to a vibrant burst of yellow now that the clock was ticking. Winds were high, Not as much as to cause resistance, But enough so that fabrics and hair would dance violently in the gales.

It was chill too. Snow dusted the glaciated landscape like sand across a desert. From towering pine trees and bustling ferns and sprigs, Slush ice lain in the nooks and crannies' of every single one.

They trudged through the pebblish pathway up the mountain, Mitsuri often gazing out into the expanse of the valley like ants below. The air flourishing up here, So fresh that she couldn't help but take it all in.

Her eyes shone, The blinding sun reflecting in her irises.

"Come on now! We're almost there!" Shinobu called out, Her voice echoing slightly as they neared the grassy top of the mountains. It had been a few hours, If they weren't trained swordswomen, They would've taken much longer in accountancy of breaks.

Mitsuri turned to her, Guiding her hair out of the way as she smiled.

"Right! Let's get a move on, Girls!" Mitsuri called out to the two girls behind her, Kanao and Maika who had issues with keeping their hair out of their faces as well. They nodded, Picking up the pace as they pushed themselves up the slope.

They had decided to split up, The men approaching where the convent should be in a different direction. They had figured that going in one big group would be rather suspicious, And according to Shinobu's plan mixed with Gyomei's information, It was best split by gender.

Kanao had Nezuko's box resting on her back, Kanao's hands resting on the straps to makes sure it stayed steady on her back. Apparently the cult had some rather interesting gender dynamics, Having the women rest and leisure while the men were put to work.

It was strange, Shinobu could tell.

"U-Um-! Can we take a break, Please?" Maika called out to the two women in front of her who had already reached the rather dense woodland atop it all. Shinobu looked at her for a second, Smiling before Maika reached the top.

"Ah.. I suppose A break would be fine. Though not for long as we need to stay vigilant, Being in one spot for too long would be dangerous, I deem." Shinobu deduced as she turned to look at the breath-taking sight beside her, Barely batting an eye as she stared out into the expanse.

Mitsuri huffed as she stopped to stretch her numb legs, Feeling the cold air soak into her skin. She stood next to Shinobu, Taking in the sight together. Something rewarding after the trek up her.

She smiled, Remembering how much times she had to pop her ears.

"Beautiful, It's a pretty nice change from the village scenery, Eh? Not saying that it was bad but.. Come on, Look at that sky~!" Mitsuri wondered with a smile.

"Yes, I agree. Almost makes it worth the journey.." Shinobu spoke with a smile.

They took a moment to breathe it all in, Gaze off onto the horizon of bursting hues, A good reward for their trek up here. They didn't speak for a while, Letting the wind chill their sweat and cool them off.

Mitsuri smiled.

"This reminds me of the golden days, You know?" She spoke softly, Eyes finally peering over to Shinobu.

"Hm?" Shinobu hummed, Turning to look at Mitsuri.

"Oh come on. Me, You and [F/N]?" Mitsuri giggled slightly, Memories coming back to her. "Remember when we travelled around slaying demons together when we were younger? It's just kind of been a while since we've been on a mission together.."

Shinobu's smile, Mitsuri never noticed but it changed, Just a little bit more.. Real.

"Remember when we had to disguise ourselves as men to sneak into that nobleman's dinner? Ah.. I remember you had to put on that masculine voice. You know, I'm pretty sure you scared some of the poor Geisha serving us." Shinobu asked, A hand covering her teasing smile.

"Ah-! Don't remind me, That was so embarrassing!" Mitsuri laughed as she fanned her cheeks. Shinobu giggled. "I guess it was pretty fun, Though! Honestly I think about it more than I should.. I guess I miss it, You know?"

Shinobu nodded, Agreeing with her statement. Her smile dimmed just a little bit, However the genuinity never died.

"If only [F/N] didn't fall into that coma.." Shinobu mumbled, Eyes looking somewhere far off.

"If only we didn't go to that festival." Mitsuri corrected, The smile dimming on her face until it darkened into a frown.

The silence afterwards was much more dense than before, Neither of the girls feeling it was right to speak. Mitsuri felt awkward under the weight of the silence, Her hands coming together to fiddle with her fingers.

Looking at Shinobu, Mitsuri could see her mind work through her eyes. It was obvious from the meeting back at the butterfly mansion that this mission meant a bit more to Shinobu than she was letting on.

And they were about to go fight Upper Moon Two, Well, They weren't quite sure how long it would take to get to that point. But Mitsuri could tell something was wrong with her, And she needed to know what.

She sighed, Air turning to vapour.

"Shinobu-chan.."

Mitsuri finally broke the silence, Shattering like glass.

Shinobu turned her head back to look at her, Small frown still on her face.

"You know I've been meaning to talk to you for a while now, And.. I feel like it's best to bring this up before we leave, You know?" Mitsuri spoke as soft and caring as she could muster, Her eyes shining as she turned to look at her peer.

Shinobu's lips turned back up into a tight smile, A twitch in her eyebrow, Glancing back towards Mitsuri.

"Mitsuri-chan, Whatever this is about, I think it's best if we save it for later." Shinobu responded, Her voice sounding like it had been practiced. "We've spent too much time in one place, We better get movi-"

"No-!" Mitsuri cut in, Realising her tone she shook her head. "I'm sorry, Shinobu-chan. But I know you've been avoiding this conversation for a while now, I want to talk, You need to tell me what's wrong."

Shinobu's smile widened as she fully turned to meet Mitsuri, A noticeable strain on her lips as she beamed at her.

"..There's nothing to speak about, Mitsuri-chan! I'm completely alright, Perhaps a bit stressed.. Maybe that's what you're worried about?" Shinobu proposed, An eyebrow raised as she tilted her head.

"No, It's- It's more than that, I can tell!" Mitsuri exasperated, Her face turning more concerned by the second. "You need to say what's going on, You've not been yourself recently.. Please, You can talk to me!"

Shinobu's stare burned into Mitsuri like the sun glaring into vision. Mitsuri watched as Shinobu just stopped entirely, Her smile still plastered on her face, Making no move to speak.

Fingers curling, A vein in her forehead. Like a porcelain doll, It was if she needed time to process Mitsuri's words.

It was disturbing, Seriously distur-

"Greetings, Is anyone there?"

Heads jerked towards the source of the new voice, Belonging to none within the designated group.

By the edge of the forest-line stood a woman accompanied by a child, Both adorned in white robes. The women cradled a wicker basket in her hand, Half full with what seemed to be the fruit that grew here.

The child held one too, Both looking at the group of girls before them.

The smell of Lotus Flowers burned in the air, Noticeably so.

"Ah..! Greetings, Ma'am! We didn't think anyone would be out here!" Shinobu giggled, Readily stepping away from Mitsuri and towards the woman and child duo instead. "My name is Fujimori Hina, I apologise if we startled you!"

The woman watched as Shinobu lowered down into a respectful bow, Her eyes seemed apprehensive as they darted amongst the newcomers before her. Shinobu could spot the child shifting behind the woman, His eyes wide as he stared.

The woman's lips turned into a smile, Though it was very much faked.

"Ah.. No, I had just heard voices and thought it was best to come check it out." The woman explained, Examining Shinobu from head to toe. "What are you all doing up here..? This is rather far from the nearest village.."

Shinobu raised from her bow to see the woman, Suspicious already even with that kind smile, Shinobu could tell. The child behind her seemed rather hesitant towards them, Almost as if they were an oddity.

Shinobu nodded, Shooting a look towards Mitsuri that spoke plenty.

"We got lost, You see.. We've been meaning to head to Fukushima however our ride broke down and left us stranded!" Shinobu frowned and shook her head, An unfortunate expression on her face. "We figured we could find a village from this vantage point.. However it seems the one down there is a rather long journey.."

"Y-Yeah! It's been a while since we've ate is all.. " Maika piped up from where her and Kanao sat on the floor, Voice shaking, Eyes trained on the woman and her rather odd appearance.

The woman nodded slowly.

"Ah.. I understand. And you all are.."

"-They're my sisters." Shinobu finished. "And yes, Adopted before you ask. I realise we do not look similar, We get that question a lot." She laughed airliy, A smile reappearing upon her face.

"Umeko." Mitsuri said, Raising her hand to greet her.

"Asuna..!" Maika chimed in.

"Kariya." Kanao spoke.

"Right.. I see." The woman drawled, Eyes narrowing. For some reason she was suspicious, Rather apprehensive to the women she came across. "I suppose that you better start moving, It is a rather long journey to the village.."

The woman spoke, A sort of politeness in her voice that was. She almost looked like she was ready to leave, Prepared to grab the child by the wrist and beckon him off into the forest.

Acting quickly, Mitsuri stepped forward.

"Please, Ma'am. We don't mean to trouble you.. But is there anywhere we could stay for tonight?" She begged, Both in voice and her eyes. "We promise to repay you..! We just want somewhere to rest for a while, A bit of food and someplace to pray."

Mitsuri's tone pleaded with the woman, Who still looked rather apprehensive towards the group. Mitsuri, Though a little annoyed that she was cut off from reaching Shinobu, Still grasped the situation. Seeing how the woman appeared aloof.

Though her eyes shifted once the word prayer came from Mitsuri's tongue, A glint like stars in her irises.

They all waited on baited breath, One's they didn't know they were holding. Both Mitsuri and Shinobu both knew that this was no ordinary woman, Both by looks and by her actions. What reason she had to be suspicious, A dead give away.

Would she respond in kind or in aggression? Did she know they were slayers?

The woman breathed out.

"..Well, I suppose that it is only right if I help out my fellow women of faith." The woman smiled, Much more genuine this time. Shinobu's ears twitched at the word 'faith', Her eyes narrowing as the woman stepped towards them.

A wave of relief flooded amongst the group, Shoulders slumping, Held breaths released from lungs. The woman stepped to the side, Child following after her as she beckoned the group to follow her.

"You can follow me, I'm sure I can get you all fed and cared for. You're lucky..! Fortunately around here, We always make sure to tend to our fellow faithful." The woman smiled as she turned, Basket in hand as she began to wander off into the woods.

"Of course, Thank you so much, Ma'am! We appreciate it so much..!" Shinobu thanked her, Bowing her head lightly before taking the first skip to follow the woman. Mitsuri following after, The girls coming last.

They followed her, Trailing along her pathway through the tall forest she came from. The child skipping ahead, Seemingly not wanting to be near the group of girls.

Looks shared between them spoke more than what they could say. Looks of suspicion and fear, While Mitsuri and Shinobu's seemed much more steady as they walked. They both knew that this woman had to be associated with the cult.

Especially with the way she said 'faith'.

Some woman with some pungent scent. It wasn't bad, Per se, But it was strong. It was like freshwater and flowers, So freezingly refreshing yet bitter all the same. Her clothes were pure, No blemish to be found upon the dove white of her kimono.

It was like wedding attire, Was she going to be wed?

It looked so, Everything about her seemed perfectly done. Her hair was midnight yet glistened under the mountain sun, Her makeup could put the most gorgeous Oiran to shame..

It was strange, So beautifully strange.

So they followed along, Both hesitant and eager at the same time. Forest growing darker as they walked, More dense, Deeper and deeper they went.

And the smell of Lotus Flowers grew so much more potent.

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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: "But it's cool in a weird way that I wish I could be"

Mochi is a Japanese rice cake made of glutinous rice pounded into a paste and molded into shapes. It can be eaten on its own or used as an ingredient in various dishes and desserts.

It is often eaten on new years as a tradition, Being a favoured treat among many.

Women paraded back and forth, All tending to the woman resting within her futon.

His mothers chambers, Michikatsu had been awoken by her cries reverberating through the house during the middle of the night. He had been expecting this, Of course. His mother's pregnancy had been long awaited, Only now had it come to fruition.

It had taken hours, Michikatsu unable to sleep had decided to wait outside of her room, Listening to the wails of Akeno and the feverous support of the midwives hired by his father.

His father, Of course, Was nowhere about.

But finally, It was all over. Though he had meant to return to bed once Akeno calmed down, Michikatsu had decided to stick around.

Though he really could care less about his new sibling, He supposed it would only be right to get a first glance.

So here he was, Stood within his parents chambers.

The midwives took no heed to young Michikatsu who shuffled around awkwardly near the corner of the room. It was barely even early morning, The sky outside shining in a light shade of marigold, The sun barely cracked over the horizon to let it in through the window.

None of them wanted to bother with the young master, All of the mid-wives focusing on his mother who had just given birth.

Akeno layed atop her futon, Long ebony hair splayed out around her as she breathed in and out, Closed eyes as she tried to catch her breath.

What loose satiny bedwear she wore was splayed out, Especially at the chest to make way for the new-born resting upon her skin. They were freshly washed, Cleaned of all the grime from her birth.

Michikatsu could barely make them out, Mostly due the the cerulean blue of cloth she was swaddled in.

"Michikatsu.. Come closer."

Michikatsu blinked, Looking towards his mothers face to find out she had finally noticed he was in the room. She breathed, A small yet exhausted smile on her face as she turned to face her eldest son.

Michikatsu obliged, Slowly walking forward amongst the pandemonium of midwifes still hustling about. Almost nervously he approached his mother before him, Who smiled up at her son from her futon.

A tired, Yet genuine smile.

"Closer. Do you want to hold her, Michikatsu..?" Akeno asked, Cradling her daughter close to her chest as she looked up at him with a smile. Michikatsu however, Looked down at her with apprehension.

Holding a new-born, A child that wasn't even birthed an hour ago? That itself wasn't appealing, Coupled with the fact that he himself shouldn't even be here right now, His father always saying that he shouldn't bother to interfere with the more feminine matters of the clan.

But he stepped closer anyways, Just as his mother asked.

"Here, Stretch out your arms.. Michikatsu." Akeno said, The baby cradled near her chest was scooped up into her arms. A hand carefully holding her head, The other on her little back to steady her in Akeno's arms.

"Akeno-hime! Please, You must rest!"

Akeno propped herself up, The mid-wives in the room calling for her to be careful as they continued to tend to her needs. Akeno only ignored their concerns, Beckoning her son as she presented his newest sibling to him.

Michikatsu swallowed back his apprehension, An unsure and rather averse expression as he laid out his hands infront of him. Akeno smiled, The baby still swaddled in her cerulean cloth as she was outstretched to him.

She was lowered, Michikatsu's fingers twitched as his palms finally came in contact with her.

"There you go, Michikatsu. Hold her to your chest, Give her support." Akeno said as she watched Michikatsu react to her. He stared down at her, Examining her almost.

She wasn't even crying, Instead sleeping soundly, Cuddled up warm in her blanket.

Michikatsu gulped, Swallowing down that unfamiliar feeling rising in his throat with a slight frown. Nodding slightly at Akeno's words as he brought her closer to him, Resting her against him, An odd warmth starting to come from her.

Michikatsu could barely speak, Only stare down at her resting face. Her little nose, Her little ears, Her big eyes that were shut soundly asleep. Michikatsu could even see a few tufts of baby hair resting on her head. All of it seemed so..

"No, No.. You need to support her head." Akeno corrected, Gesturing towards the baby's head which laid drooped to it's side, Making her little face start to scrunch up. Michikatsu quickly moved a hand to the back of her head, Lifting it up onto his shoulder.

"Uhm.. Like this?" Michikatsu asked, Her tiny body resting comfortably against him as he showed his mother.

"Yes. You're doing amazing." Akeno nodded with a tired sigh as she lowered back down onto her futon, Her weary body needing the rest, Head laying against the fluff of her pillow as she oversaw her children getting along.

Akeno beamed, Watching her children get along, Just like she had wanted.

"Michikatsu, This is [F/N].. She's your little sister." She spoke with a gleam in her eyes.

"[F/N].." Michikatsu whispered.

Michikatsu only rocked her slightly in his arms, Swearing that once her head hit his shoulder, Her breathing grew lighter than it did before. Still fast asleep, Her curled fingers clutched together in tiny fists.

Michikatsu didn't know what to think, Why he even went to hold her in the first place was a mystery to himself. But he supposed he was happy that he did, Though happiness wasn't quite the right word as his emotions were at war with one and other.

Father had always said he shouldn't get involved with gynecian matters of the family, The one's concerning women. Even leading up to the birth of his next sibling, He had warned Michikatsu to pay no heed entirely, As doing such would distract from his studies as the Tsugikuni's next Daimyo.

It was like that with Yorichii too, Unable to speak or interact with him either, But Michikatsu never obeyed that rule too well just as he was doing now.

Michikatsu knew that his father wouldn't be proud, But Akeno very much was as she watched him rock his little sister back and forth, And right now that was enough.

"She must really like you.. You know, I can already tell you'll be an amazing big brother to her. Treat her well.. Understand?" Akeno spoke, Feeling her body start to relax upon her futon, Growing tired once more.

"Yes, Mother.." Michikatsu muttered, Too focused to listen to her words yet his agreement meant all the same. He held her close, Tight as he could without the worry of harming her. Michikatsu tried not to let his smile show through, Though that task seemed much more herculean by the second.

He'd be the best big brother to [F/N], Michikatsu knew.

☆♡☆

[F/N]'s eyes snapped open, Her body jerking, Gasping for air.

The darkness of her room was the first thing she acknowledged, Only the bare outlines made out from within the complete blackness.

Perspiration dampened her brow as she heaved in and out.

Her body was numb, Pins and needles itching in her legs. [F/N] groaned as she raised a achy hand to her head, Swiping the lather off of her brow before thumping it back down onto the mattress.

Fuck, Her visions had returned. This one was unlike the others as it was much more abstract and splotchy, Not unlike a murky pond.

It wasn't much of a vision, But more of a feeling. Though there were glimpses of settings, Women rushing back, Blurry figures who's faces couldn't be made out- All and all it felt more like a sequence of feelings.

What felt like her head resting against the welcoming warmth of a chest, Her body wrapped in something soft and delicate. It was nothing like her other visions where she had full sight of what she was perceiving, No, This was different.

It was weird.

[F/N] breathed, Steadying her breath and calming the drum of her heart. What it meant, She never knew. [F/N] supposed she'd just need to wait and see, To find out what it meant the next night. Or day, [F/N] could never tell when she was in this pit of a hellhole.

[F/N] groaned, Hands aimlessly grasping at the covers to toss them off. Her body was hit with the cold chill of the shrine once they were finally tossed to the side, [F/N] barely shuddering anymore, Having adapted to the gelidity.

She breathed out as her soles of her feet hit the floorboards, Vapour turning to mist. Feeling an itch, She yawned as she raised another hand to the back of her head. Though instead of the fibres of her hair, [F/N] instead felt the solid touch of something cold.

A brow raised.

[F/N] cupped it in her hands, Feeling around before realising what it was.

It was her hairpin, The little rose shaped sapphire with pretty little perals draping down from it. It was clipped into her hair, [F/N] feeling the cool hardened gem under her touch, She hummed.

She must've put it on and forgotten to take it out when she went to sleep..

"Strange.." [F/N] breathed, Still groggy.

Finally scratching the itch at the back of her head, She rolled her shoulders before pushing herself off of the bed. [F/N] huffed, Knowing that Akaza would bother her if she didn't eat. Eyes still heavy, She turned towards the dresser where a simple meal was scheduled to lay.

[F/N] stopped however, Freezing in her place. It was still there, A plate of tempura laid on the table. But it wasn't what [F/N] focused on as her eyes narrowed onto a shape.

It was.. A book.

One with a hardcover, Thick and sure to have a hefty page count, All of it being bound by silver twine. It sat huddled amongst the piles of bowls and cutlery that had been building up for ages now, [F/N] seeming to loose her clean-streak ever since she got here.

But even so, She didn't remember having any kind of reading material here.

"What the hell.." [F/N] muttered to no one but herself as she stepped forward towards the dresser. Floorboards creaking, Her hands reached out towards the periwinkle cover of the book, A colour she could only make out once she grew closer.

She picked it up, Feeling the texture of the hardcover's cloth under her thumb. [F/N] squinted her eyes, Bringing the book up to her face to translate the title through the shadows.

One.

[F/N]'s face scrunched up once she read the text illustrated on the front cover, There was no title she could recognise. She wasn't even able to make out an author, As there was none listed on the cover. Why it was on her dresser eluded her.

One? The title didn't make any sense to her. Was that simply.. It? Or was it saying that it was the first in some mystery series, One with no name and no author to identify it. [F/N] scoffed slightly.

Moving over to the wall beside her bed space, [F/N] figured she might as well skim through the pages. Leaning over to the wall, She lowered down to see the groupings of tally marks behind her bed. Too many to count at first glance now, But she reached over and began to scratch another one in anyways.

As her nail etched away at the rotting wood of her walls, She thought she might as well find somewhere comfortable to look through the book. The courtyard perhaps? It was the warmest part of this entire place, But it had become rather.. Repetitive to always head there. Another thought came to mind, Making [F/N] hum.

The library.

It had been ages since she had stepped foot in there, Only dipping her toes in the shallow end when she explored the layout of The Infinity Shrine (The name [F/N] used for this place to separate it from the proper shrine, Though now defunct)

[F/N] decided that she should probably go check it out further, Besides it would only be right to read some mystery book in some mystery shrine. Another line was finally added to the tally as she retracted her hand from the wall.

Yawning, [F/N] snatched the plate of tempura before turning on her heel and dragging her feet towards the door. She brushed past the rickety old closet, Too apathetic to change out of her nightwear.

[F/N] groaned, Pinching her temple as she lugged the shoji-door open with her free hand.

☆♡☆

It was a beautiful morning, The sun raising over the skyline.

A quaint village sat within the vastness of a flatland valley, Surrounded by a ring of rocky mountainside. Snow-capped peaks to contrast the morning warmth flooding through the little town, The one that only just started to awaken not long ago.

It was beautiful, The scenery straight out of painting.

Tree's abloom in rosy shades of pink flourished from the branches, Swaying in the gentle wind, Their petals detaching and dancing as they fell down onto the timberland grass. A beautiful scent, The subtle sweet of their saccharine invading the senses.

As the oaken wheels of the coach rattled along the pathway, She breathed it in.

Mitsuri was perched at the back, Sitting comfortably on the ledge as she took in the scenery with a smile. Admiring the forestry, Glancing at the birds chirping in the trees and the critters running around.

She had only awoken a bit ago, Her braided hair unbrushed and her eyes still a little heavy. Even so she wanted to enjoy the slight chill of the breeze, The building warmth of the day.

The village of Hiyohara, It wasn't too big but it wasn't too small either. Mitsuri could tell that they were coming near as she could hear the faraway call of quiet morning chatter start to build, Hiyohara starting to come alive.

Mitsuri breathed, Almost drinking in the brisk of the air.

"Ah.. I see you're up, Mitsuri-chan!" Shinobu half-yawned with her patron smile. The backdoor of the coach creaked open as Shinobu looked down at her colleague, The wheels still rattling along the trail.

Mitsuri hummed.

"Yeah, Just thought I'd get some air before we do some reconnaissance! Besides, Look at all the pretty blossoms! Perfect time for a mission, Eh~?" Mitsuri chirped as she gestured to all the flourishing scenery rolling by.

"Mhm! We'll be arriving soon, But I suppose stopping to smell the roses won't hurt.." Shinobu's smile widened as she finally stepped out onto the ledge, Holding onto the door handle for balance as the coach continued to roll along the pathway.

Mitsuri looked away from Shinobu in favour of watching her feet dangle from the coach ledge. She breathed, Letting spring air flood through her lungs. Shinobu in turn joined her to metaphorically smell the roses as she said, Staring off into the forest line beside them.

Mitsuri felt the silence weigh on her like paperweights, Shoulders sagging only slightly as her legs swung back and forth.

Turning back towards Shinobu, She smiled.

"Ever been out around here, Shinobu-chan?" Mitsuri asked, Tilting her head slightly as she looked up at her.

Shinobu shook her head.

"Not this area, No. Only knew about it since it had a few resources I needed." She replied shortly as she continued to stare out into the timberland, Watching the scampering of squirrels and the sparrows.

Mitsuri nodded slightly, Her smile quirking only a bit as she gripped the hem of her morning kimono. She sighed slightly as the wagon continued to roll along the pathway, The tree's becoming much less frequent in favour of valley grass now.

Mitsuri fiddled with her fingers a bit, A smile returning to her face.

"..Shinobu, I've actually been meaning to talk to you. Since Gyomei's still asleep and all, I think this a good time to talk! You know, Girl to girl? Friend to friend?" Mitsuri asked as Shinobu turned back down to face her.

Mitsuri paused, Considering her words.

"..I just wanna ask if you're doing alright, You seem a bit off is all." She said slowly, As if testing the waters. "I don't wanna intrude or anything, But if you need someone to talk to, You know I'm here for y-"

"Ah! Apologies to cut you off, Mitsuri-chan!" Shinobu interrupted as the coach began to rattle to a stop, Shinobu's smile as present as the daybreak sun. "But it appears that we've arrived~!"

Mitsuri blinked, Slightly taken aback at the interruption as she watched Shinobu swiftly turn on her heel and swing the door open. Leaning on the doorframe, She peeked inside.

"Himejima-san! We have arrived, It's time to wake up now~!" Shinobu warbled into the dimly lit cabin, Eyes landing on Gyomei who was sat sleeping upright in the far corner. Too big of a build to lay down, Almost crampt in the coach (Bless the man that made this vehicle)

He stirred, Shoulders rolling as if waxing off the numbness of the night. That was all the confirmation that Shinobu needed as the cart finally stopped in place. Shinobu quietly shut the backdoor, Smiling as she turned to breathe in the revitalising air.

The coach stopped just before the gates that began the village, Horses neighing as they paused in their pathway.

Mitsuri hopped down from the ledge as a smile crept up on her, The village being a resplendent, Almost otherworldly sort of scene.

It seemed rich for a village, The houses lined up on the minor gradient all seemed so well made. Expensive wood that didn't seem to splinter, Plants flourishing from their clay pots where they sat upon the rocky walls.

Along with statues of assorted creatures, Polished and carved, Sitting like decorative guard dogs along. It certainly seemed religious.

An elevated pathway lined with smoothen andesite rocks. The village was nestled by the steep start of the rocky mountainous ring, Beautiful leaves burst over the edges of the house tiles and swayed slightly in the higher wind.

Mitsuri could smell the freshness of the air, The chilled natural feeling in her lungs as she breathed in. Feeling it on her bare skin, Waving her braids back and forth as the wind ran throughout the entire valley, Making everything sway.

All of it, It was all beautiful.

"Kya~! How come I've never heard of this place before! Oh- Isn't this just adorable, Shinobu-chan~!" Mitsuri squealed as she ran to cup the face of a miniature Maneki-neko statue, Mitsuri admiring the little feline and the golden coin it held.

Shinobu suppressed a flutter of giggles with her hand.

"Quite! However I do believe we shouldn't be touching what's not ours.." She chided softly as she saw the statue was sitting on the wall of one of the houses, Rolling her eyes slightly at her antics.

"Oh, Right!" Mitsuri gasped, Jumping away from the statue as her hand retracted from it like hot coal. "Still.. I need to get one for myself- Oh! I wonder if there's any shops around~!"

Gyomei finally stepped out of the side-door, Making the carriage depressed on his wheels as he stepped onto the foot-ledge. He breathed in the air, Hummed before stepping off onto the stony floor as he turned to Mitsuri.

"Focus.. Kanroji-san, We're here on investigations purposes only.. Perhaps if the reconnaissance goes well you can have time to browse around." He said as he took a moment to settle.

"Ah, Right!" Mitsuri squealed, Slapping the burn of her rosy flush cheeks. "Focus, Mitsuri, Focus..!"

"Well I suppose we should start investigating and questioning locals!" Shinobu piped in, A voice lower than it usually was as she looked back and forth for any prying locals, Finding none, She turned back towards the two.

"Remember what we discussed? If anyone asks, You are headed to the next village over and only lingering as a pitstop, Understand? Don't make yourself seem suspicious." Shinobu uttered.

"Right!" Both Mitsuri and Gyomei nodded in unison. That was all there was left to say as Shinobu straightened out her spider-black kimono and speed walk off somewhere into the village, Her light-wood sandals clacking as she went.

Gyomei in turn, Did the same. Straightening out his own stone-coloured yukata, Gyomei breathed in before turning to walk off in the opposite direction Shinobu did, Hoping to cover more ground while doing so.

Mitsuri, Left alone. Grinned as she fixed up her bed-hair braids. Making sure to pay the driver of the coach, Where the village broke into three separate pathways, Mitsuri skipped through the middle.

Determined to get her answers, Both for Shinobu and [F/N]'s sake.

☆♡☆

Akaza couldn't find [F/N].

Akaza's face scrunched up, His nose twitching as he continued to wander around The Infinity Shrine. Usually she would be lingering somewhere in the courtyard, Occasionally dragging her feet somewhere within the hall.

It's not like he had trouble locating people, Usually that is. Akaza's sense for the fighting spirit was often enough to find someone, Even. As even the most mildest of human had at least some spark he could pick up perhaps even from miles away.

But not [F/N], She was annoying like that in the way she had no fighting spirit, At least none that was able to be picked up.

It was different back then, When they had fought upon the roof of the very shrine Akaza was walking through. Back then it was like a forest fire, A roaring, Wrathful sort of spirit that could bring a man to his knees just from minor exposure.

It almost did to Akaza too. He remembered how crippling it felt, How for once in centuries had he genuinely felt shaken to his core. Hair raised straight from his skin and his punches becoming sloppy. Her aura, It was rancid, It was so disgustingly detectable.

If only it was still like that now, It would be almost too easy to locate her.

Akaza's teeth gritted, Hands clenching into fists.

"HEY! Bastard! Where the hell are you?!" Akaza hollered, Irritation simmering in his voice as his voice echoed down old hallway, Terrifying all invertebrates hurriedly scuttling away.

"KOKUSHIBO'S NOT HERE RIGHT NOW!" A muffled voice replied, Seemingly just as annoyed as he was. It sounded not too faraway, Somewhere round the corner and further down the corridor.

Akaza groaned, Muttering curses under his breath as he marched off towards the root of the voice. The box in his hand shook, The floorboards creaking under his weight as he turned the corner. Count on [F/N] to be a pain in Akaza's ass.

He came face to face with double doors, Not one of the shoji-makes but the kind with a silver doorknob and semi-translucent window in the middle. Part of the weird architecture, Akaza couldn't be bothered to care.

He slammed the wooden doors open, A scowl on his face.

"I've been looking for you for ages! Where the hell have you been?!" Akaza hissed

"It warms my heart to know that you were looking for me." [F/N] said flatly, Not taking her eyes off of the book she appeared to be reading as she sat at a desk. Akaza scoffed, Rolling his eyes as he stepped forward.

"What the hell is this place anyways?" He asked. Glancing back and forth the noticeably large room, Noticing it wasn't one he had ventured through before.

"Akaza, How about you look around and then you tell me?" [F/N] groaned as she licked her thumb and used it to turn the page, Face not bothering to turn and look at him, Instead boring into the ink.

Akaza rolled his eyes, Spitting an insult under his breath but ultimately doing as she said.

As he had noted before, It was large. Tall ceilings that seemed to even cut into the second floor. And unlike the rest of the shrine, It was much better lighted. Most likely from the large window peeking out from the end of the room.

Akaza could see out to the docks, The lambent ocean sloshing outside. Though the entire place was still dimly lit, An ultramarine shine rolled off the edges in the room, Giving the entire room a luminescence much more potent than the rest of the shrine.

It would've been wide open if not from the bookcases, Ones that were almost as tall as the ceiling. But what was weird was that they were empty, Webs and dust piles in favour of books. None to be seen, Not on any shelf.

His eyes narrowed.

"A library." Akaza stated, Continuing to scan the area.

"Wow, What an astute observation..!" [F/N] droned on as her eyes intently read the words on the page. Akaza shook his head as he moved forward to where she was sitting, Almost hidden between two of the bookshelves.

"Who shoved you down the stairs?" Akaza remarked with a jeer on his face. Noticing her rather sour behaviour towards him, It was assumedly gonna Akaza in a few minutes if she kept it up.

[F/N] turned to look up at him, Finally prying her eyes away from whatever book she was reading before sighing.

"No one.. Sorry, I just get a bit annoyed when I'm bothered while reading." [F/N] apologised, Glancing back to the book for only a second as she placed it down onto her desk paper down.

Akaza huffed, Free hand moving to push away some of the decorations on the desk.

"Whatever, Here's your food.." He said, Placing the wooden lunchbox . Candles, Ink jars and spare paper side-lined to the edges in favour of the fairly hefty lunchbox, The one [F/N] looked at with apprehension.

"Thanks, But I've kind've already got Tempura." She said, Freehand moving to the other side of the desk where she picked up and presented a plate with untouched tempura, Giving him an apologetic look.

Akaza rolled his eyes.

"Uneaten Tempura." He corrected. "Besides, You'll need all the energy you can get."

Akaza watched as her face scrunch up slightly, Giving him the same look as a kid would do while doing some tedious chore. Akaza was almost ready to tell her off like he did last time, But instead she just rolled her eyes and slumped her shoulders in defeat.

"..Fine, Seems a bit excessive but I'll have it I guess. Don't think you'd let me leave any scraps anyways.." [F/N] sighed.

"Nope. Also got more of the rope you wanted in there, Few more of the nails too."

"Oh.. Yeah, Forgot about that. Really need to start making that rope.." [F/N] muttered, A sort of epiphany-induced look coming over her as she seemed to get lost in thought. Hand wandering, She aimlessly picked up the book.

Akaza huffed.

"You better.." He replied shortly.

He got no response after that.

Akaza watched as she flipped the book back up to face her, Bury her head back into those pages as she hunched over on the desk. [F/N] was out of it, Akaza could tell. Even to the point of momentarily forgetting her own plan of scaling The Infinity Castle.

She didn't really pay attention to him afterwards, Leaving Akaza feeling only slightly uncomfortable as he watched her flick through the book. He could only put up with it for a few moments before deciding to saunter round to her other side.

Sighing, He leant himself up against the wall where the desk was cozied in.

"So.. What are you reading?" Akaza asked, Trying to break the air of awkwardness that seemed to be present around them.

"Some weird old diary." [F/N] responded curtly, Continuing to flick through the pages.

Akaza huffed.

"Looks like a book to me." He remarked as he eyed up the hardcover spine of the book, Examining the blue it was bound in and the hefty page number it was sure to have.

"Looks like a book, Is actually some girl's journal." [F/N] corrected, Slightly flaunting it with the single hand she held it in. "Found it on my dresser and decided to skim through. Don't know how it got there but.. It's kind of interesting so I'll let it go for now."

Akaza frowned.

"I wouldn't, I'd figure out how the hell it got there." He said, Leaning over to take a good scan of the page she was reading.

[F/N] side-eyed him for a second, Glancing back between him and the book.

"..Maybe I just never noticed it before, I'm not exactly the brightest and my room is pretty dark." [F/N] muttered, More to herself than to Akaza as she turned back to the journal. Even she didn't believe it, [F/N] knew it wasn't there before but..

She supposed she just didn't have the energy right now to question it further. Maybe once she choked down the rather excessive amount of food surrounding her, Would she find the will to question how it got there.

She sighed, Feeling the stagnancy in her chest.

Noticing the silence, [F/N] bit her lip.

"..It's about some girl called 'Akeno Matsubara'" [F/N] spoke, Looking up at Akaza without turning her head at all. "Right now I'm just reading about her upcoming marriage to some man. Apparently she was some noblewoman of sorts from the Sengoku period.."

Akaza 'hmphed' before leaning over a bit further, Scrutinizing both her and the pages.

"Sound's boring." He stated simply as he read a few lines himself, Mundanity being the takeaway.

"Well it's not like I've got much else to read here.." [F/N] sighed as she half-heartedly gestured to the empty rows on the bookshelves, Voice and movement dripping in boredom "If you haven't noticed.. I don't have much to do."

Akaza didn't need to look again to notice the significant emptiness of it all, He felt it in his skin. Akaza huffed, Almost, Almost feeling pity for her. He could leave whenever he wanted, She could not.

Pitiful, That's what she was. Akaza almost debated getting her a few more books to fill the shelve-

CREAK!

Both bodies at the desk jolted. [F/N] quickly slapping the journal down while Akaza instantly shoved himself up from the wall he leant on.

Both on guard, Both of their muscles tensing.

The noise that echoed out, Both knew very well what it was. Akaza especially as he had caused it only a few minutes ago, From him slamming open that door, The creak erupting from the hinges had happened again.

[F/N] swallowed though her mouth was dry, Due to the way they were positioned, They were unable to see the double-doors due to a bookshelf being in the way. [F/N]'s breath hitched.

Was it Kokushibo? He couldn't be here- Not while Akaza was present! He'd catch him-

"Oh, Goddamnit.. Who the hell let you in here?!"

Akaza hissed, Making [F/N] whip her head up to glare at him. But Akaza wasn't focused on her, Only staring at the figure lingering by the bookcase. [F/N] noticing this, Drew her attention towards the person.

And suddenly, [F/N] groaned.

"I could say the same thing about you, Akaza-dono!" Kaigaku stood in his full unshameful glory by the bookcase. His beady, Electric blue eyes glaring into Akaza as he held some kind of basket in his hands.

Though he eventually noticed [F/N], His demeanour instantly softening up as he raised the basket in his hands.

"Oh, Um! [F/N]-sama! I brought you food!" Kaigaku grinned, Holding up a fair wicker of assorted peaches like a cat with a bloody mouse in it's maw. Proudly displaying it as if he didn't see the building mountain of food surrounding her.

If the look on [F/N]'s face could kill, Kaigaku would be a bloody smear across the library floor.

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Skipping along the stony pathway, Mitsuri's blush flourished under the morning rays.

The feeling of the air seeping into her skin, Her braids dancing as she pranced around the expanse of the village-space. It was revitalising, Even though Mitsuri travelled all over, The air here seemed much fresher around here, It was energising.

Though she was focused on her mission to the core, She couldn't deny that she enjoyed the scenery. The architecture of the lined buildings was traditional, All decorated to the nines statues and flourishing in plant life. Hanging from the windows, Potted in clusters by the doors.. Botany thrived.

Mitsuri breathed in the air once more, Though this time she picked up a rather enticing scent. Her eyes lit up, Sniffing the air once more she could definetly smell it now, Much more potent.

That smells good. For the notorious glutton that Mitsuri was, That was the least of her thoughts as she turned on her heel and headed in the direction of that saccharine scent. Mitsuri grinned, An opportunity for both food and investigation.

"Hello~?"

Mitsuri chirped as she peered around the corner of one of the houses, Bright in the eyes as she noticed what looked to be a merchants stall starting to open. A few boxes of assorted items surrounded it, A water filled pot hung over a little ember at the side.

An older man standing behind the counter. He looked up, A kind smile on his weathered face.

"Ah, Greetings! I see you're up rather early!" He commented with mirth as he knelt down to lug a few boxes up onto the stand.

"Oh my! I'm so sorry, Should I come back later?" Mitsuri spoke almost apologetically as she bowed down.

The man shook his head, Instead waving her over.

"No, No! Come sit down, I'll make you something to eat! I'm always happy to serve customers!" He laughed as he started to unbox some of the packages, Waving her over with one hand.

Mitsuri smiled, Praising how kind he was both in her head and out loud as she pranced over to the stool-setup he had at the stand. Quickly sitting down on one of the tall stools, She leaned over on the counter.

"Kyah~! Thank you so much! Apologies, I'm not from around here..!" Mitsuri explained with a smile as the man started to unpack the food from the boxes, Mitsuri now realising that this was a breakfast stand.

Her eyes started to shimmer as she watched him lift mochi-dough from the boxes, Realising that this was where that beautiful smell was coming from.

"I can tell, Would probably remember you from your hair!" The man commented as he placed the roll of mochi-dough down onto the counter. "So tell me, Traveller, What brings you around these parts?"

Mitsuri hummed, Swinging her legs like an excited child as she scratched the back of her head.

"Ah- Was on my way to the next village over but decided to stop here for some food before heading off~!" Mitsuri answered with a grin, Happily keeping up her calm as she chatted to the man.

"Well, I suppose you're in at the right time! Though, Don't really have the ingredients for much at this time, But I do have some left over ingredients for Mochi. I understand dessert is not ideal breakfast food but.."

"Oh don't worry, That's no problem to me at all~!" Mitsuri cheered much more enthusiastically than she probably should have, Her blush burning like an inferno on her cheeks.

The man chuckled slightly.

"Good to know! Red bean paste fine by you?" The man asked, Beginning to knead the dough with his seasoned hands.

"Fine by me~!"

"Aha~! Umeko, I finally found you!"

Mitsuri's eyes widened as a familiar, Jovial voice called out from behind her. Whipping her head behind her, She was met with Shinobu strolling towards them in leisure. Mitsuri raised a brow, Watching as she came closer.

"Umeko..?" Mitsuri muttered to herself, Watching her saunter.

Shinobu's smile widened as she approached, Her glossy eyes meeting with the green of Mitsuri's. A quick look shared between them, It made Mitsuri gasp softly before jerking her head back towards the man.

"Ah- Yes! I forgot to introduce myself, My name is.. Fujimori, Umeko! This is my sister and one of my travel companions, Hina." Mitsuri introduced, Gesturing towards Shinobu.

Shinobu, Her eyes widened slightly at the choice of last name, Before regaining her exterior smile and turning towards the man with a courteous bow. Quickly moving to sit on the adjacent stool to Mitsuri, She beamed at her.

"Aha.. Umeko, I almost lost you there for a minute! You should know by now not to get distracted by the smell of food." Shinobu chided softly as she turned to Mitsuri, The man continuing to knead the dough.

"Aha.. Well you know me.." Mitsuri laughed off, Rubbing the back of her head.

The man smiled as he massaged the dough with his hands.

"I see..! My name is Takashi, Tenko. As you can see, I'm a noticeably passionate chef!" Tenko chuckled as he gestured towards the dough he pressed in his hands, Glancing at Shinobu. "You want some? This mochi is the best in the village, If I must say!"

"Ah.. No, No. I must decline! " Shinobu agreed before looking back towards the busy man. "However, On the topic of this village, I must admit I'm interested! It's a rather beautiful place, Pretty prosperous too~?"

Tenko nodded along to her words, A smile on his face as grasped onto a smaller knife and begin to cut the dough into eighths.

"Suppose so! Business is never slow.. Crime isn't a particular issue here-" Tenko listed off as he reached into one of the box, Pulling out a little bag filled with red paste. "Personally, Everyone here is like family to one and other. We help each other out, It's how we operate! Also the reason why we prosper, If you ask me."

Shinobu nodded as she watched him continue to dice the dough, A somewhat thoughtful smile as she happily sat on the stool.

Tenko chuckled under his breath, His smile broadening only a little wider.

"That, And the faith, That is..!" He laughed slightly, A joke he easily dismissed as he shook his head.

Both Shinobu and Mitsuri perked up at that, Their minds flipped like a switch as both of them got on game. Shinobu especially, His words seeming to catch her fancy as she leaned just a bit closer to Tenko.

"Faith? What do mean by that?" Shinobu asked with a sweet little tune to her voice, Almost sickeningly so. However Tenko didn't seem to mind as he began to divide the paste between the eighths.

"Ah.. This village you see is housed next to some religious group, They work closely with the village and such. We export food to them for a fee.. They come down during festivals, Business usually booms with the extra lot of people around you see!" Tenko explained as he began to roll the dough.

"Oh! How interesting!" Shinobu cheered slightly. "Do you mind telling me more? I must say you've peeked my interest!"

Mitsuri internally sighed as she listened to Shinobu and Tenko idly chat, Despite her elation that they had gotten something from the conversation- Mitsuri was simply glad that she didn't need to ask the questions.

She smiled at Shinobu, Who intently played along with Tenko's words. Mitsuri was never that good with acting gigs, So she was glad that there was someone here that had the guts to do it.

Mitsuri's lips thinned.

Surprisingly well.

Tenko hummed as he started to fold the mochi dough over the filling.

"Can't exactly remember their name but.. I'm pretty sure it's a gathering of Shinto-Buddhist believers. Some splinter group, Actually. Only thing I really remember about them is that they believe in some sort of 'Lotus' thing.." Tenko trailed, Waving his free hand around as if throwing his words to the wind.

Shinobu's eyes narrowed on him, Her lips pursing only slightly.

"And.. Do you believe in their doctrines at all? Any truth to them?" Shinobu asked, Tilting her head.

"Oh, Who knows! Me and my wife have never been particularly religious, But we can't deny the fortune that has came to the village!" Tenko laughed as he finished rolling the dough into little cream coloured chunks.

"Right, I see.." Mitsuri mumbled, Her mind somewhere further off as she listened to them speak.

"I must admit I am rather curious about the faith, You've peaked my interest! Me and Umeko here have always been quite religious, And before we head out again it would be pleasant to go make a few offerings to the Kami we worship! For good luck, And such.." Shinobu said, Eyes not removing from his.

Tenko frowned, Shaking his head.

"Oh, Erm- It's rather high up within the mountain, I'm not quite sure you'll make it up there and down if you want to make it to the next village over.." He said, Slightly awkward now as her stare got just the tiniest bit more intense.

"Our schedule is flexible." Shinobu stated, Her voice holding much more urgency than it did before yet her face stayed the same.

The little cream coloured chunks sat steady on Tenko's palm, His movements paused as he was about to place them in the metallic pot beside the stand. Looking into Shinobu's eyes, His own narrowed.

Mitsuri bit her lip, Breathing in a sharp hitch of that energizing air. It didn't do much to help however, As she wondered if Tenko had decided that something might be up with them. Could he know? Was he involved with this so called cult somehow?

But before long, Tenko raised his hand, Gesturing up towards one of the unfathomably high mountainsides that suffocated the village in a ring.

"Up on the mountains, Over by the north side..! They're a secluded bunch but when they come down for festivals and such, They're rather polite and respectful. I'm sure they wouldn't mind accepting a few offerings." Tenko said, Finally plopping the little mochi balls into the heated water.

Shinobu's smile started to soften, Finally relaxing on her barstool as she laid back.

"I see! I apologise for bothering you so much!" Shinobu said as she bowed her head towards him, A gesture of apologia as she spoke.

"It's alright, I don't mind. Besides," Tenko said, Bending down to pick up a metallic lid and placing it over the steaming pot. "Your food will be ready in about twenty minutes, You can come back later to pick them up if you want to continue exploring the village. Is that good with you, Fujimori-san?"

Mitsuri's eyes widened.

"Oh, Um! How much do I owe you?" She gasped, Chiding herself about forgetting payment as she reached into her obi for the money she stored in there. Completely ignoring the weird look Shinobu gave her as she did.

However before Mitsuri could pull out her purse, A hand softly gripped onto her wrist.

"Ah, Don't worry about it! It's free of charge." Tenko assured, Relenting his easy grip on her wrist with a kind smile. Mitsuri shook her head, Almost jumping up from the stool she was perched on.

"Oh, No! Theres no possible way I can accept this, You've been so kind and helpful.. Please, Let me pay!" Mitsuri implored as she leaned towards him, Her heart aching as she fished out her purse-pouch and presented it to him.

But Tenko just shook his head and smiled, Nudging her purse away from him..

"No, No. Think of this as a welcome to town gift, Besides if you're going to be travelling up the mountain then you'll need plenty of energy! I'll set some extra's on for your journey there too.."

Mitsuri's blush burned bright, Her smile sweet and wide as she looked at him with her trademark adoration. Her hands ran to grasp his, Tenko's eyes widened as he was suddenly faced with the burning up visage of his customer.

She grinned, Pulling him into an over the counter bear hug. Mitsuri's strong grip holding him as tight and as gratefully as she could.

"Thank you so much sir, You have no idea how much this means to me!"

Tenko sighed with a kind smile, Lightly patting her back as he returned the favour.

Mitsuri spoke her goodbyes to the man, Shinobu's following after as they departed from the stand. Mitsuri skipped behind Shinobu as she strode off, Her stride determined as they both headed to find their third colleage, Gyomei.

Mitsuri breathed, Skipping behind Shinobu as they searched for him. The village became more alive by the minute, People starting to venture out from their homes and wander the streets as they went.

Smiling, Mitsuri greeted them all with a chipper tone.

Smiling, Shinobu's pace only quickened.

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"The hell are you even here for? You're not exactly welcome here, You little shit."

"Why I'm here is none of your business!"

"The annoying fucking voice in my ear is making it my goddamn business!"

[F/N]'s brows were knitted as she continued to read the next passage in the journal, Though it felt harder and harder by the second from the constant drone of argument in the background.

Her hands gripped the pages, Needing to restart the same line for the fifth time as she was interrupted again. Her breathing became manual, And if either of them bothered to look closer they would've seen veins start to burst in her forehead.

Kaigaku scoffed at Akaza's words, Nose pointing into his face.

"I think that's just the Tinnitus, Akaza-dono! Oh excuse me for saying, But with how horribly sickly you look, I wouldn't put it past you!"

"Oh, That's it! I'm going to fucking tear you a new on-"

"SHUT UP!"

[F/N] finally snapped, Whipping her head over to the two demons spatting on the other side of the room. Both of them instantly wound their jaws shut once they heard her shrill scream, Both taking glances back from her to each other.

[F/N] muttered curses under her breath as she turned back towards the journal, Her hand sluggishly wandering up to the basket of peaches. The mountain of food surrounding her barely half-eaten as she grasped another ripe peach into her hand.

Akaza groaned, Harshly shoving Kaigaku out of his face who shot him a nasty look. He didn't bother returning it as he waltzed over to [F/N], Who half-nibbled into the punchy skin of the peach with her focus entirely on the book.

Leaning up against the wall beside her, He spoke.

"..The hell are you gonna do about him?" Akaza said lowly, Eyes darting from [F/N] to Kaigaku who lazed against the wall from the other side of the room, Staring them down from afar.

She didn't look at Akaza, [F/N] only continued to nibble on the peach.

"What can I do about him, Akaza?" [F/N] sighed. She single-handedly flipped the page, Taking a rather generous bite into the lush peach in her hand. "He's under Kokushibo, I tell him to leave and he'll snitch." She finally took her eyes off the journal for a second, Shooting him a calm yet irritated look to which Akaza sneered at.

"Oh, Come on. You can read that journal thing later, Don't you think you should be dealing with that brat first? Especially if that thing has actual information about.. You know." Akaza eluded, His voice low and quiet.

Her escape, Those were the words that Akaza meant to say. But she knew he wouldn't dare to speak them while Kokushibo's lap dog was around. [F/N] could see him watching intently from the farther side of the library, Knowing that his enhanced hearing was enough to listen in.

"Yeah, About that training regiment you mentioned a while back." [F/N] lied, Trying to keep her eyes as conspicuous as possible and away from Kaigaku. "Besides, I'll take care of it later, I've got better things to do right now than deal with you two."

Akaza scoffed, Rolling his eyes.

"Like what? Aren't you gonna come up with some plan to get him out of your hair? Come on, The hell you acting so bored for?" Akaza questioned as she watched her shoot him an exasperated look.

[F/N] shook her head. It was none of his business why she felt so lacklustre and he had no right to be questioning her as such. Taking another chunk out of the ripeness of the peach, She shrugged her shoulders.

"Like reading the journal, It's actually getting interesting. Not to mention sleep, It's only been an hour or two since I woke and I'm honestly still a bit groggy." [F/N] said calmly, Yet there was a firm pique to her voice. "Besides, If he was gonna tell Kokushibo that you were here he would've done it by now. Quite frankly, I don't even know why he hasn't snitched."

"He hasn't snitched yet because he's a weaselly little bitch who likes snapping his jaws at the bigger dogs." Akaza retorted, Folding his arms firmly.

"What was that, Akaza-dono?"

Both of them drew their attention to Kaigaku, Who had moved closer in the time that they talked with one and other. That bootlicking expression was prominent on his face, Toothy smile and all.

Akaza didn't like the look of it as he gritted his teeth, Veins almost popping from his clenched fists as he pushed himself up from the wall.

"I said that you're a weaselly little bitch who likes picking fights with people that could bench you like a paperweight." Akaza repeated, Slowly so that Kaigaku could pick up every syllable on his tongue.

He snarled as he looked at Akaza, Kaigaku's claws itching to get to his neck as he stepped closer.

"Just because you consider yourself strong right now, You know you can't attack me." Kaigaku eluded, A putrid memory appearing in Akaza's mind. The warning of how Kaigaku wouldn't hesitate to go run off and tell Kokushibo.

It made him feel weak, Akaza almost rolled his shoulders back in anticipation for a fight.

Though an hand gently, Yet firmly pulled him back by the wrist.

"Can you two just.. Not start another fight? Peace and quiet is a very viable option, You know." [F/N] sighed as she softly tugged Akaza away from Kaigaku, An exasperated expression on her face as her stare bored into the boy in front of him.

Kaigaku's eyes widened, His body jolting as if from a shock.

"Y-Yes [F/N]-sama!" Kaigaku chirped, His demeanour flicking like a switch at the first sound of her words. Instantly the scowl on his face dissolved into that of submission, His eyes focused intently on the woman in front of him.

Akaza sneered.

"Fucking dog.." He muttered under his breath as [F/N] let go of his wrist, The warmth fading on his skin.

"Thank you.." [F/N] sighed as she picked up her half-eaten peach once more, Taking another few chunks out of the fruit. A glint appeared in Kaigaku's eyes as he watched her take a bite.

"..Do you like them? They're handpicked!" Kaigaku asked with a toothy grin.

[F/N] chewed into it, Tasting the punchy lushness of the peach on her tongue as she glanced at him.

"..They're fine, Thank you." [F/N] nodded slightly through her consumption, A bored somewhat monotone reply that seemed to make him wag his metaphorical tail.

Akaza rolled his eyes, Scrutinizing Kaigaku.

"You know.. We're trying to have a private conversation here, Don't you have anything else to do? At all? Neither of us want a fucking rat around." He said which earned him a look from [F/N], Warning him not to start another draining fight.

"..I'm not a rat." Kaigaku's grin got more strained as it turned to Akaza, Most definetly trying not to go for the jugular.

"Erm.. Well I mean, Aren't you? You must be an informant for Kokushibo, Otherwise why would you be here?" [F/N] asked lazily as she watched him turn to her with a sort of quizzical look.

Kaigaku scratched the back of his head.

"Uh.. I wouldn't put it that way, [F/N]-sama! I'd see me more.. As your assistant!" Kaigaku chimed, Snapping his fingers. "Sure I might tell my master a few things, But that's just for your sake! Besides, If you want anything, I'm willing to get you a few things!"

"..I get all that from Akaza, Just without the cons." [F/N] bluntly said, Making Kaigaku's smile instantly drop from his face.

"Exactly, So get out of here." Akaza ordered, An arm raising to point in the general direction of the door, His broken-glass eyes kept focused on the way Kaigaku's face contorted at his verbal contribution.

Kaigaku could barely supress a sneer as he glared at him. How dare he try to order him around when Akaza wasn't even suppose to be here in the first place? It almost surprised him, His lack of good conscious.

The gall he had, Kaigaku thought. If he wanted to survive he should keep his mouth shut.

He 'hmphed', Narrowing his eyes in on him.

"I'm here full time now, Since you revealed my position to my master that means I don't need to watch from afar now. Sorry but.. I'm not going anywhere, Not while Akaza-dono is here." Kaigaku said, Almost smugly as he eyed him up and down.

Full-time? Akaza felt something start to burn in his chest. Remembering the rope still stored in the food crate, There was no way [F/N] would be able to construct it with him around. There would be no way for her to get out and give him his end of the deal.

Akaza sighed, Stepping forward as he pinched his temples.

"..You know what? Fuck it."

"ACK-"

Suddenly a fist slammed into the side of Kaigaku's head, Flesh tearing in two as the top half of Kaigaku's flew off from his jaw.

It slammed against the wall, Splattering ichor everywhere. Blood bursting from both his stumbling body and the half-head flopping down with a wet slap onto the old wooden floorboards.

"Akaza!" [F/N] scolded, Her eyes widening as she glared at the dripping red coming down from his fist.

Akaza breathed an almost relieved sigh as he glanced at her.

"What? The little bastard deserved it." He shrugged. Kaigaku's body stumbled aimlessly before he regenerated, Flesh growing back into his head with those same black tufts drooping from his head.

"Y-You basta- ACK-!" Akaza's fist collided with him again, Shooting another spray of blood across the floorboards and another headpiece against the wall.

"I'm not comfortable with harming children, Akaza. Human or demon." [F/N] stated as she watched Kaigaku's near-headless body stammer and stumble around, Hands grasping at where his missing crown was.

"Brat. How old are you?" Akaza asked as his head regenerated once more.

Kaigaku hissed.

"I-I'm nintee- ACK!"

"Well, He's not a child." Akaza stated as he shook the blood off like dirt from his fists, A sort of ick on his face as it hit the floor.

"..I guess so?" [F/N] shrugged though she still didn't seem satiated, Watching on edge, Shoulders raised as she squirmed at the sight of all the blood splattered and festering on the floorboards.

Kaigaku's body finally wobbled back out of Akaza's range, His feet trying to balance themselves as his head finally grew back up to it's full unglory, An enraged scowl on his face that landed on Akaza.

"Y-You bitch!" Kaigaku stammered out, His face lit up like a flame He growled, Almost like a wild animal as he stomped towards him.

"That's it! That's it- You're fucking dead, Akaza- You're fucking dead! I'm gonna make sure he rips you apart like butchered meat-" Kaigaku ranted off as marched towards Akaza, Almost ready for a fight.

"Oh, You really wanna do this?" Akaza readied himself, Stepping forward as he was ready to throw another punch.

[F/N] on the other hand, Stiffened up.

[F/N]'s eyes finally lit up for a second, That monotone, Dull look started to shake off as she finally pushed herself up from the desk. Akaza whipped his head around to look at her, Eyes wide as he heard her sigh.

[F/N] shook her head, Casually placing the peach down onto the desk.

"Counter offer."

It happened in a single moment.

One second, [F/N] was sat down against the little library desk. The next, The sapphiric pin was unsheathed from her hair, Flicked like a butterfly knife against her neck.

"[F/N]!" Akaza yelled as he watched her pace back away from the two, Who looked at her in absolute shock as she held the firm nichirin silver against her jugular. Her eyes darted back and forth from them.

"[F/N]-sama!" Kaigaku gasped as the oncoming fight was broken up immediately at her actions, Blackened eyes darting towards her.

[F/N] just stood there soundlessly as her eyes dug into Kaigaku, Who stood frozen like a startled stag. It was almost challenging, Her stare. [F/N] holding the pin up like it was nothing to her at all.

She breathed.

"You're not telling Kokushibo anything, Alright? Not if you want this thing to draw some blood." [F/N] stated as she watched him stammer with a furrowed brow, Akaza beside her being prepared to lunge and disarm her at any moment.

Kaigaku gritted his teeth.

"Stop it, D-Do you not have any survival instincts?!" Kaigaku yelled, Shrill and loud as he watched her fiddle with the makeshift switchblade in her fingers, Ready to rush forward at any moment.

"Do you?" [F/N] asked, An almost bored look in her eyes as the silver of the hairpin pressed just a bit harder against the skin of her neck. "You wanna live right? My life is tied with yours, I die you die. So unless you wanna keep your head then I'd stay right there, Alright?"

"Y-You couldn't kill yourself with that thing!" Kaigaku yelled.

"Oh, No. Of course I couldn't," [F/N] agreed, Making him stare in horror/confusion as she spoke. "There's no way I could do any lethal damage with this little thing, Not while you two are here."

"But." [F/N] started. "Even if he doesn't believe me, Kokushibo will have no choice but to kill you off because I mean.. Isn't your job to make sure I stay alive and well? A few 'claw-shaped marks' on the neck should do the job.. So if you don't want your head rolling on the floor, I'd stay quiet."

Kaigaku's eyes were wide and wild, Staring in horror at the woman in front of him. Didn't she have any kind of survival instinct? None at all?! The thought of that was unfathomable to him, So much so that he could barely comprehend the sight in front of him.

There was no way he could loose his leverage here. Kaigaku's fingers shook as he watched her stare bore into him. But what could he do? He couldn't upset her, He couldn't attack her, He had to appease her- Otherwise-

Kaigaku's lip shook as he pried it open.

"..Fine." He spat out, Fingers curling into fists.

"Cool. Now get the hell out of here so me and him can have a private conversation." [F/N] ordered, Pointing towards the door in the exact same way that Akaza did only a few moments ago.

"..Yes, [F/N]-sama." Kaigaku gritted as he swiftly turned on his stiff heel, Breathing unnaturally steady as he marched out towards the door. [F/N] watched him go, A sort of tired look on her face as she watched him go.

SLAM!

And there it was, The crashing of the door that shook the frame of the room. It didn't bother her as she heard his angry footsteps walk out through the hallways, Calmly she stood there, Sighing in relief as she lowered the pin.

She wasn't out of the woods just yet however, As a hand gripped onto her shoulder and yanked her forward.

"The hell was that?! Are you fucking stupid?!" Akaza hissed as he pulled her close towards his face, So close that the saliva from his maw almost got on her face. [F/N] narrowing her eyes, Pushed him back.

"..For getting rid of the Kaigaku problem?" She said as paced back from him, Firmly removing his hand from her shoulder as she stared at him unshaken from the ordeal.

Akaza just stared at her, Looking at her in the eyes. The way she seemed so unbothered by it all, Looking at him like it was nothing.. It startled him. Akaza couldn't even sense how she felt from her aura, Though from the last time he supposed that was for the best.

But still, Akaza gritted his teeth as he tried to find something to say.

"Just- Just don't fucking do that shit, You hear..?!" Was all he could say, The thumping of his dead heart only beginning to calm. [F/N] shrugged.

"Okay, You haven't lost your ticket to number one yet, Akaza." [F/N] said as she sat back down onto her wooden chair, Picking up the peach and munching out a generous chunk of it.

Akaza just looked at her, Almost disgusted by her words. Pitiful he thought, The racing of his heart barely calmed. He watched as she picked up the book again, Going right from where she left off.

The way she acted, It would of been terrifying.

For a normal person, That is.

[F/N] on the other hand began to read again, Skimming through the lines as she singlehandedly clipped the pin right back into her hair. [F/N] yawned as flipped the page, Her placement in the book getting up to the part where this Akeno woman was getting hitched.

Though her eyes glimmered once she landed on a particular line, A memory resurfacing from within the depths of her mind as she read it. Brows furrowing, She read it again. The same result, [F/N]'s breath stopped.

'From this day forward, I am now known as Akeno Tsugikuni'

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"To start off.. I don't think this will work out, Not for me."

Gyomei's voice ruminated throughout the entire room, The confined walls keeping it firmly inside.

Shinobu, Mitsuri and Gyomei all sat around a table within the rented out room of the town's inn. The homely little set up being cosy to the three of them, A few futons laid out to the side with a small table and a few mats being the only furniture there.

Apart from the decorations that was, A few lanterns were lit up giving the room a flickering warm glow. The windows were locked shut, Doors locked and suspiciously eyed from time to time just in case anyone tried to come in.

The faint ember soaked into the skin, Warmth seeping in deep as they sat to converse around the table. The smell of the burning candles inside flooded into the nose, A beautiful scent that Shinobu breathed out.

"I must say that unfortunately.. I agree." She said with a little frown on her face, An almost contemplative look playing in her eyes as she spoke. "Do not take this the wrong way.. But you are a rather sore thumb when it comes to looks and demeanour, Himejima-san. I had hoped we would be able to scout around and skip straight to a fight.. However it's beginning to look a lot more complicated then I had imagined."

Shinobu said as she examined the rather bulky stature of the man in front of her, Him towering above the both of them by a wide margin with muscles large enough to wrestle a bear.

Though effective in combat, It had became all the more obvious as their discussion went on. Gyomei just was not suited for this kind of thing, For a stealth focused mission.

"Ah.. I'm sorry you came out all this way just to be sent back, Himejima-sama.. Are you sure there isn't any way you can come along? Not at all?" Mitsuri apologised as she bowed down slightly, A frown on her face.

Gyomei shook his head.

"No.. From the information we've gathered here today.. The best course of action is for me to stay out of this mission for now." Gyomei concluded with his hands still in prayer. "As much as I would like to go on.. It would not be right."

"Yes, From what we've heard it sounds like it would be tough to convince them to let us in." Shinobu started, Her brows knitted in thought. "I'll send out a crow to the slayers I have on my roster, Hopefully they'll be enough to make up for your absence."

"Aha.. When you said infiltration into the cult, I had assumed that you had meant finding what member was the demon then slaying them! Not playing pretend, Shinobu-chan!" Mitsuri joked, Smile reappearing on her face all the same.

"Yes.. I did too." She sighed as her hand slipped into the satchel attached to her ebony kimono, A thick wisteria-patterned pen quick to follow. "However it seems like we will be playing the long game. Not preferred, However doable."

"I'm fine with it!" Mitsuri chirped, Smiling as she grasped the hems of her candy pink kimono "Might even be a little interesting, You know! Being 'Umeko' was pretty fun!"

Gyomei nodded along to Mitsuri's words, His head turning towards her slightly as he listened on. Sighing, He would most likely need to head back home now, If not take an extended vacation just to stick around if backup was needed.

However Oyataka-sama would get suspicious, Especially if he takes it out of nowhere. Besides, He still had someone waiting at his estate, A rather important conversation needed to be said when Gyomei had nothing to say.

Though Gyomei's brows furrowed, Only for a second. His breath hitched, An idea coming to his head.

"..I shall request a contact of my own.. If that is alright with you, Kocho-san." Himejima spoke, The beads coiling his hands clacking together softly as he spoke. Shinobu looked up towards him as the tip of her pen pressed against the paper.

She hummed, A smile coming upon her face.

"I suppose if you trust this contact to keep this all confidential, Then I see no harm in it!" Shinobu answered, Nodding towards Gyomei before she began to write down upon the paper.

"Now I feel left out.. I don't really have anyone to ask for help..!" Mitsuri laughed as she scratched the back of her head awkwardly, Feeling a bit left out between the two of them together.

"No need to worry, Mitsuri-chan!" Shinobu laughed as she scribed into the paper. "With the people, We have more than en-"

CLANK!

Three heads jerked over to where the door was.

Shinobu shut her mouth immediately, The room going so silent that even the faint flicker of fire could be heard from within the lanterns. Outside, They could hear muffled movement. The stammer of footsteps, The faint cursing of a voice.

Shinobu's eyes darted back and forth from Gyomei to Mitsuri, Mitsuri meeting her wide-eyed stare with one of her own. Both of them shared a silent conversation, Gyomei sharing their quiet talk as they all froze up to listen to more.

Shinobu sat down her pen, Making sure it didn't even make a tap on the table. Silently she pushed herself up onto her feet, Both Gyomei and Mitsuri waiting in anticipation as she began to sneak towards the door.

Shinobu moved quietly, The floorboards that would usually creak did not dare when she moved so swiftly. Her eyes on the silver of the doorknob, The little turn lock below it.

Reaching the door, Her hands moved towards the turn lock. One on the doorknob, Another pinching the lock, Ready to turn.

Mitsuri breathed in, Her hand ready to reach for her sword.

Gyomei stiffened, His fingers subconsciously curling into fists.

"AH-!"

In one swift move, Shinobu switched the lock and wrenched the door wide open. Something thumped against the floor in a yelp, A human shaped girl lying dizzy on the floorboards, Having previously leaned up against the door.

She was mousy, Much younger than the three of them. With blonde hair tied up in pretty little ribbons and a kimono that seemed rather oversized on her.

Though what suprised them the most, Was that Mitsuri and Shinobu recognised her.

Mitsuri spoke first, Her voice terribly shocked.

"..Maika Heihachiro!"

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