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oliverwolfboy · 10 months

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I feel like the song eight by sleeping at last, would perfectly describe Yuichiro's character arc if it was him who lived instead of Muichiro

He grew up to fast, both of his parents died the same night, and then it was only him and his little twin, so like in the song but for a different reason (for now) he put his armor on, so he could protect his little brother from the world, so his little brother could stay naive and kind, so he didn't have to fight. But then the demon came and instead of Yuichiro running infront of Muichiro to protect him, he froze up he sat there and watched as his precious sweet little brother who was so much kinder and so much stronger then him get his sides ripped up and just like Muichiro in canon this enrages him so he grabbed his meat cleaver and sliced the demon to bit, but of course it was to late Muichiro was barely hanging on to consciousness and the last words he says to him are his last words in canon as he begs for him to survive, when he wakes up alive and unlike Muichiro in canon, with his memories, he doesn't think himself worthy of saving anyone, how could he possibly save anyone when he couldn't even save his own brother? but still after a little convincing from the ubuyashiki family, in honour of his late brother and as revenge against the things that took his brother he picks up a sword and fights. He still has that armor on but now like in the song instead of it being there to protect his brother now it is there to protect himself from being more hurt, letting more people in just for them to die on him again, but that armor that shield that is keeping others out is also his keeping his own hurt in, all that grief and hatred at the world for taking his brother, at his father because how could he be so stupid and leave them here alone, but mainly at himself because he couldn't protect his brother, because he couldn't stop their father going out in a storm to find herbs, because he is couldn't protect the people that he loves the most, because he doesn't hate the world nor does he hate his dad, not really no he hates himself, this boy is a pit of so much self loathing, and he can't tell Muichiro how he really feels because he has to protect him so he can't afford to show weakness so all that hurt and self hatred that manifests into anger that he takes out on the people around him, and it just so happens that the only person around him is Muichiro, so he hates himself even more for this, Yuichiro is a self destructive mess. And then Muichiro dies and Yuichiro is left with nothing to protect and even more self loathing on his plate, and still he has no to talk to not that he would if there was.

TW suicidal thoughts, self harm

So Yuichiro begins training rigorously even more so then Muichiro, because while Muichiro had a lot of anger he couldn't remember why nor did he have as much as Yuichiro would. So he trains and trains and trains, and fights and fights and fights, and he becomes a hashira, tho to be honest i don't think he would be a mist breather, because while mist breathing is calm swift striks and obscure, confusing movements, Yuichiro is violent Wild but precise cuts, quick movements, he is relentless and he is anger agree or disagree, I don't care. Now let's dive a little into his mental state during this time beware of warnings. So Yuichiro is anger, he is anger at himself as statted above, but now it is really bad because he thinks it should have been him that died, he was the bad one, he was the one who was constantly having outbursts, he was the one that couldn't protect them. He is living with this constant pain inside of him and he just wants it to stop, sometimes he wants to stop mid fight and just let the demon kill him, sometimes he wants to plunge his sword into his chest where that constant ache is, wants that voice in his head that keeps telling him how worthless he is to shut up, he wants to see his family again, but he can't because he may be useless but he will be even more useless dead and then what because surely someone like him would go to hell, but that doesn't stop him from hurting himself from time to time, for everytime he hurt those who he was supposed to protect. He throws himself into fight after fight to dull that ache, to immerse himself in rage and use it against someone else, still after every fight that voice in his head tells him how much of a terrible person he is, he tells himself they deserve it because they are demons but the voice asks if that is really what matters to him, he doesn’t answer. To the other hashira he is very rude and distant, he throws rude and snappy remarks at them if they try to approach or ask him anything doesn't let anyone near him, and flinched the one time someone grabbed his arm because they felt like he was crossing a line, over all not the best opinion but some of them do give him some slack since he is a kid, but still. Over all he is miserable, hates himself to extreme levels and is very self destructive, doesn’t let others in, in fear of not being able to protect them but also because he thinks he will hurt them and they will hate him, because who wouldn't who wouldn't hate him?

And then tanjiro came, a boy that was able to protect his little sister from execution, a boy who is kind even to demons, a boy who beat an upper rank, a boy who is strong, kind, and can protect those he loves and doesn’t hurt them instead, a boy who is everything Yuichiro isn't, but instead is everything Muichiro could have been, at least he thinks, and Yuichiro avoids him like the plague, he says it's because he disgusts him by protecting a demon but really it's because he fears what he would do if he did go near him, would he hurt him to? And then the swordsmith village arc comes. Now as for the reason why Yuichiro would be there? Well with how much he fights he breaks his blades quite often, whether that be from fight demons so often or from breaking all the training doll and trees and big rocks in his estate and surrounding area depends. So the swordsmen got tired and he had to come there in person, and when he got his new blade he was quite frustrated because now he has nothing to keep him occupied from his thoughts and the ache in his chest, so now he has to do something to relief those thoughts, and because he is very self destructive and hates himself he obviously had to choose his worst coping mechanism, and by the end of the waiting time he is so frustrated that he yells at the swordsman that gives him his sword, so now he is even more mad at himself and he hears about this training doll and he needs to get some of this anger out, so he goes to the woods confronts Kotetsu about the key, and then Tanjiro comes and grabs Yuichiro's arm right where there is a still healing wound, so now Yuichiro is bleeding through his bandages and Tanjiro can smell blood so he is quick to let go of his arm and apologize, but Yuichiro who has been trying to avoid him is quick to run away leaving poor Tanjiro confused and worried and wondering what could have possibly wounded a hashira and Kotetsu is happy that Tanjiro scared Yuichiro away, so now Yuichiro REALLY needs something or someone to hit or he will hit himself, so he just kind of begins to cut through trees and rocks, but of course Tanjiro hears him and recognizes his scent as the boy he meet earlier and tries to stop him from cutting down all the trees while also asking him if he is okay, and now Yuichiro he's had a really bad week or so and his anger is at a boiling point so he just snaps and at Tanjiro for his stupid ideas, and generally just being an ass, so Tanjiro can smell all the anger coming of this guy but he's also a little mad at being yelled at by a stranger for his morals of all things, so Tanjiro yells back to defend his morals and Yuichiro kinda just knocks him out and gets the key from Kotetsu and then just does what Muichiro does in canon and breaks his sword, but instead of Tanjiro smelling no malice he smells the pit of self loathing that is Yuichiro, so Tanjiro is understandably worried for this guy because he has so much sympathy, and he just walked past a person with a wound on his arm, that smells like he hates himself, but Kotetsu keeps him occupied so he can’t go searching for him so what happens in canon during that week happens and now that Tanjiro is free he goes searching for the very worrisome guy he met earlier, so it isn’t Yuichiro that finds Tanjiro it’s Tanjiro that finds Yuichiro, because did you honestly think Tanjiro would meet someone like that and not try to help them? So Tanjiro finds Yuichiro, Yuichiro is very obviously surprised to see Tanjiro and tries to make him go away with a rude comment, this doesn’t work, Tanjiro is ademant about finding out why this guy hates himself so much and help him, Yuichiro really doesn’t want to talk about it so he tries to make Tanjiro go away again, it doesn’t work, and Yuichiro is again at a boiling point so he explodes on Tanjiro telling him some of his problems through his anger telling him about his dad and muichiro, he phases it like it's his dad and demons he hates but Tanjiro can literally smell the self loathing coming of him(oh and Yuichiro doesn’t cry tho he is very close to) part one

#part one I guess? paragraph got to long #yuichiro tokito #muichiro tokito #tokito brothers #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny au #kny angst #jeez this got dark #but then again it is some serious mental problems we are talking about #swordsmith village arc #i guess #oof my spelling #feel free to make fanfics of this idea #sleeping at last eight #sleeping at last #i wrote this instead of sleeping #ironic

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mushroom-for-art · 11 months

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A non canon what if where May was never implanted with the synergy tainted megastone that'd become Darkness allowed to grow to her full potential.

Just a little different

Scientists checked their growing prices with morbid intrigue and slight boredom, the fetus they were growing were beginning to show features but growing far slower than they'd like. The lead scientist watched bubbles float rising in a growing tube behind the creation, looks like it was beginning to get pin feathers. He turned away in disgust of its appearance.

His judgements were cruel and harsh on each of those created critiquing the genetic splicing process and if the others had even done their job properly, snarled insults of what blithering idiots they must be. He stopped as he passed by some more disappointingly small bodies and took a step back to look between them at the tank behind. Passing past and towards the tank his footsteps heavy and furious.

"What is this?! Is this some joke?!" His voice barked as his subordinates flinched one of them anxiously approaching with a timid, "what is a joke sir?"

"THIS!" He grabbed their collar, yanking them forward and shoving the side of their face into the tank to look at the creature inside. "Now you tell me, what does that look like!"

The subordinate stammered face smooshed into the glass struggling to see as their breathing hitched in panic, "I, I don't know sir? It's! It's bigger than the others sir! Is that not good?"

The frustrated growl as the boss grit his teeth let them know they were indeed very wrong, wincing and letting out a whimper as their head was grabbed, hair tugged and once more shoving their face the front this time painfully into the glass.

"And can you tell me. Why. That. Is." His voice was harsh as he held his lesser in place. They struggled for an answer before swallowing in panic.

"It…it doesn't look like this one has uh, had any dna added or spliced into it, sir."

"And how exactly are you lot so stupid that something like this could've happened? Who signed off on this?!" His voice a snarl as he let go of his subordinate to storm off and check paperwork.

There was quite the uproar over it all that lasted a couple of days, followed by heavy debates on what to do with the undesirable subject. Some suggested leave it alive for spare parts, others said to keep and use, the rest suggesting to kill it off and start anew as it'd reject splicing now. One worker said to implant it with a mega stone with a known kill streak, free up the tank sooner add to the streak.

"No," the lead scientist finally decided, "we'll leave it to grow for now, it'll be a good example to show off and to buy us more time and resources if need be." And everyone went quiet to agree.

Inside a void unperceivable to most even other psychic types, consciousness' began to sense each other even as their bodies were small, stretching outwards in webs tapping experimentally curious floating prodding and wrapping tangling around each other. Energy shot across the wavelengths of consciousness that bloomed in different colors as time passed, bright spikes pulsating as they wove together until they started to finally take form.

They were clumsy, they didn't know what they were only that they happened to be. In the outside world a body jerked and kicked a little as in the psychic realm one of them began to create a foot. They swirled in a circle wanting to grab their own toes rolling around in the vast space as another began to make a tail. They copied each other as they formed picking up traits realizing what they all kind of looked like and then realizing the great differences as squeals of giggles and delight filled the once silent void, brainwaves spiking occasionally.

They flew around each other in a vast display of colors and features, they collided bumping and bonking into each other giggling as they flew around. A pale white one falling into a darker black one whose arms felt weird but they hadn't figured out why, an orange one spun around with her greener sibling. They played and laughed learning to communicate in their own special language of chirps and calls though sometimes they would bring words from the outside that they overheard even within their tanks.

The fusions continued to grow slowly, but their brainwaves were positive enough with how active they were they'd all be very powerful no doubt.

Until they weren't …

Scientist scrambled to stabilize the rapidly weakening form of the pale yellow creation, removing it from it's tank to perform surgery as its heart began to struggle. Within the void they started to seem so far away their voice a whisper despite being right with them, they started to cry.

"It hurts it hurts it hurts I'm hurting," they could only chirp in distress until their voice was gone too leaving the muted fading form. The others tried to comfort to find out what was wrong floating over. A green one tried to grab their hand only to phase right through.. That's not meant to happen. And, then they faded so much they were gone.

Scientists yelled clattering equipment and screaming at each other in rage and fury as the void felt so much emptier. They looked and searched, it must have been a game, their sibling couldn't be just gone!.... Right?

They couldn't find their missing pale sibling..

Soon more started to disappear too, sometimes it'd be over a few days weakening unnoticed or sometimes in a blink they'd just be gone despite seeming to be fine. The bright spectacle of their home becoming dimmer and dimmer as each light of their lives flickered out.

The scientists dissected and preserved each body as they theorized and ranted at each other.

The pure mewtwo outgrew her few remaining siblings but remained in her minds eye as small as they were as with time it was reduced down to only two left.

"I'm going to go soon," unprompted her sibling spoke as she looked at them.

"please don't.."

"I can't help it,"

"you can't leave me alone,"

"I don't want to..but it's getting hard to breathe.."

The orange hued one floated to her sibling as bubbles floated out their mouth as their organic lungs began to fill with fluids. Once more the scientists rushed to attempt to save the last surviving one breathing assistance and scalpels drawn.

"Please don't leave me alone I don't wanna be alone please please stay," she begged and chirped in their language trying to gently hold her siblings aware of her hands phasing through their weakening psychic appearance.

More bubbles flowing from their mouth and nostrils as they moved their mouth in soundless words. They wanted to speak but they couldn't they could feel the gunk filling their lungs they could feel their organic body suffocating.

"No one else is left but us!" The orange one continued to helplessly beg as her brainwaves spiked, she knew all her begging and pleading meant nothing that this wouldn't help, she moved her hand to gesture to the emptiness. "We need-" she turned back, her hands empty, "each other…" a faint droning in her ears as the void became near black once more save for the faint glow of her own body.

"No…." She opened and closed her hands, they were just here she just held them, "Nononono…" She moved frantic and panicked to search it must have been a bad joke of some kind no they couldn't be gone. The emptiness followed and consumed her as her glowing grew brighter brainwaves flaring.

"Someone stabilize that one!" the lead scientist snarled as a lower ranking went to administer sedatives.

The realization began to crawl into her mind, she stopped as her mind slipped floating in the void looking at her hands once more. Her organic body began to cry, beginning to weep as her mind screamed tank glass splintering.

"NOOO!!!" It was purely anguished as the scream ripped through her mind to the point it was projected outwardly as though screamed from her very throat.

Glass flew everywhere.

The force of the explosion knocking the scientists back into the walls of the room, glass scattered across the floor and some shards stabbed into the scientists soft flesh as their creation stood there before them. Her eyes were weeping and wide open. She stared forward at the dissection that had been occurring.

They watched her climb from her risen platform, and she was big, towering over the tallest staff member, a man of 6'2 as she slowly walked over to the tiny operating table on wheels.

She stopped and looked over the tiny body of her sibling, she tilted her head and leant down closer moving a hand and pausing to observe her palm before gently cupping the side of their unmoving face, more tears began to fall from her eyes as she started to wail in misery and pure heartbreak as she cupped their tiny face her other hand grasping the table as she rocked her head as she wailed and she screamed with her fresh vocal cords crying and screaming her heart out for the loss of her sibling the losses of all her siblings all her family gone as her tears splattered audibly on the metal table and the cooling skin of her baby sibling.

She brought her body closer and her forehead touched the cold wet forehead of her sibling nudging them softly unable to even know how to process everything that was happening when she finally lifted her head again to look she noticed the blood on the table.

Her eyes slowly moved from their face falling to their chest and stomach, skin cut open and pulled back, pale pink organs visible and stomach already partly pulled out as her hands started to shake. All she could see was tiny internal organs even as the blinked it's all she could see tiny lungs tiny heart as her ears buzzed with the drone of a machine.

She turned quickly on the first scientist she heard outside her state, she pinned them by their throat to the wall, a claw which previously had not existed summoned through sheer psychic will manifesting on the end of her finger pressing into their stomach with threatening intent to cut them from stomach to throat, snarling directly into their mind, 'WHAT DID YOU DO TO THEM.'

The scientist let out a cry of agony at the voice violently screamed directly into their skull that made their eyes burn as they desperately scrabbled to grab at her arm and hand to try to free themselves.

"We, they were choking, we were trying to fix that but they died." They choked as her grip tightened.

'Did you do the same to the others.'

"We tried to save all of them! We truly did. But none of them made it."

She watched them sternly hand slowly releasing.

The lead scientist glanced to a subordinate besides him, "try to get that body preserved and put it with the others quickly."

Red and brains splattered across the wall as Mays eyes locked onto the lead scientist who did so poorly at an attempt of subtle whispering. The body of the scientist she had been choking laying on the floor without a head.

'Show me the others.' The lead scientist doubled over at the sensation of burning in his skull at the voice inside him.

"Go go show her." He hissed through his pain to his subordinate handing them his access key as they stumbled to their feet stumbling for the psychic voice that probed their mind. They could feel her cold watch as they prepared the body carefully closing up the vivisection and carefully wheeling the table to the storage room sensing with neck hairs prickled the creature they'd made following.

Their hands shook as they swiped the access card to the lock and stepped inside with the lights coming on in rows revealing the preserved bodies of all the others each having been cut open and observed post mortem in some way leaving them with clear noticeable scarring.

The creature stood in the doorway looking in as their eyes began to pick out and stop each one giving them their names mentally fury rising at the number labels, she turned her head observing jars labeled with tiny organs inside a weird fluid. The lights hurt her eyes as she felt her hands and arms shaking.

She looked down at her hands the room beginning to blur and stir uncomfortable hands practically trembling uncontrollably as a faint glowing illuminated from her burning her skin with how powerful it felt. Through her blurred vision she could see tiny colored hands grasping and holding hers with a sensation of company and extreme loneliness.

And the room began to burn.

Storm clouds blackened outside rapidly winds picking up to threatening degree as lightning started to beat down into the ground with cracks and shocks breaking away chunks of the building with each violent assault.

Flames whipped off of her body that quickly turned dark purple before shooting out from her body, scorching walls and erupting from the ceiling as the energy screamed into the growing storm. The scientists didn't get any chance to escape as flames began to engulf the whole lab rapidly.

The only thing safe from the blaze the orange hued mewtwo who floated slowly into the air, they twirled and the air picked up beginning to spin and warp rapidly growing in speed as they swallowed some of the flames and wielded the lighting. The twister spun and ripped up everything in its path picking up and throwing the large slabs of concrete as though they were nothing.

Inside a protective ball in the center of the tornado the two curled in on themselves as destruction roared around them, it was only when the building leveled and burnt to nothing but ash and some charred bones did the storm begin to dissipate. Clouds parting and wisps of twister fading she observed feeling no satisfaction as she turned and flew away.

#My writing #My oc #May the mewtwo #Tw infant death #Tw infant mortality #Tw organs mention #Tw dissection #Tw death #Tw violence #Someone gets their head exploded #This May just even more problems actually meets her siblings doomed to perish #The overstimulation of just being 'born' seeing all her siblings preserved physical forms and trauma just making her choose murder #This May is powerful on purpose #And big! I kinda want her to be 7'4 just for the funs #Shows she was meant to be massive and powerful but got hella stunted by darkness #Me @ Syn and Riven 🔫 stay back from this one she's traumatised enough ya don't want #This one is kinda heavy May is wailing and crying in it #So beware it is a kinda dark fic #Also her oof moment of being huge while her sibling is still relatively tiny unable to grow properly for fucky bad genes #Definitely realised in that moment none of them would've lived and she's different and hated it

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