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Ramblings Under the Moonlight

Note: Just a little angsty KNY OC + OC (sorry the ref's only a draft) thing I wrote recently inspired by this lovely Scaramouche (Genshin) oneshot

“Shin-ge-tsu~” 

“Shin-ge-tsuuuuuuuu~” 

“Hey-hey! It’s rude to ignore someone when they’re talking to you, Shingetsu!” 

Breathing out a heavy sigh, the woman closes her tired eyes for a moment, her shoulders slumping. Before her on her desk sat stacks of paper, ranging from orders to reports. All were filled with professional work lingo that never made much sense to her, but they were things that Ayatsuri would always blow through as if they were just some simple crossword puzzles. The bunny-loving maniac looms over her shoulder, scoffing a laugh once they see the contents of her paper. 

“Hey-hey, what’s this, what’s this? Why is filling out an order for more wistaria poison taking you soooooo long?!” 

They’re mocking her. But under the judgment lies a familiar teasing lightness to their voice. There’s a laugh that lingers in their throat, and Shingetsu doesn’t need to see them to envision how their entire body shakes with it. For being someone so secretive, so aloof, and fake at all times, they always seemed to wear their emotions on their sleeve. 

She’s about to roll her eyes, to sigh and scoff like normal whenever they do this, but holds herself back. Instead, her eyes stay fixed on the paper in front of her. Her hands don’t stop, her calloused fingers gripping the fountain pen a little tighter than necessary as she continued working. She can hear the displeasure in Shingetsu’s hum at this, and it takes everything in her to keep herself from looking, from turning her head even the slightest bit to try and catch a glimpse of them in her peripheral vision. 

“You’re pushing too hard, you’ll break the tip by this point. That was really, really expensive you know!” they huff, practically pouting right beside her ear.

She’s expecting to feel her body lunge forward as Ayatsuri throws themselves atop her back, their breath on her cheek as they roughly take her hand into theirs and show her how “it’s properly done,” but it never comes. She can hardly even feel their breath beside her face, the warmth on her back, or the tickling of hair on her cheeks. 

“You need to take better care of these things, Shin-ge-tsu! Else they’ll break and crumble and leave you oh so sad that you gotta replace them!” Ayatsuri chuckles, snorting even, as if they had just said the funniest thing in the world.

Shingetsu never got it. She never understood what the other had found so funny all the time, and before she could stop herself the groan had already left her lips. 

The low guttural sound meets with the night air, and for a moment you’d think she had said the cornist joke at how Ayatsuri would laugh. Giggles morph into a belly laugh before they’re practically gasping for air as they roll on the ground behind her. Shingetsu just rolls her eyes, never able to fully understand why Ayatsuri did the things they did. She wasn’t sure she’d ever understand, even if she’d tried before in the past. They were just… an anomaly to her. Someone that could never be controlled or understood, but… could at least be tolerated. 

At least, that’s what she told herself. She didn’t want to admit she cared for the other slayer more than she actually let on. Although… the simple fact that Ayatsuri lay beside her, here and now was… probably the biggest sign of just how much she actually did. After all, not just anyone continued to linger around her, especially not after everything she’d been through.

“I’m really not that funny,” Shingetsu sighs, voice horse as if she hadn’t spoken all day.

In fact, that more than likely was the case. She’s always had trouble speaking, ever since she was little. It’s probably why Ayatsuri never shut up, actually. Someone had to fill the silence she left behind. To interoperate the thoughts that never left her head or the feelings she buried deep down.  

“Naaaaaw, I think you’re absolutely hilarious~” they chuckle, their voice softening just the slightest bit. 

Not enough for anyone but her to notice. Not enough for even themselves to realize they were doing it. This makes the tired slayer swallow thickly, her own saliva having trouble sliding down her dry throat. It leaves a heavy silence in the air as the world simply freezes for a moment. Shingetsu’s pen sits waiting in her hands. Ayatsuri lays beside her, just out of sight. The silver moonlight poured through the windows painting everything in cold hues of blue. 

“I’ve always really really really really really loved your eyes, you know?” Ayatsuri finally speaks, their normally booming voice quite as if to not disturb the moment. A bit of consideration they normally never had, not even for the woman they sat beside. 

If Shingetsu had to guess, they would be looking out the window right about now.

“Wanna know why~?” they sing, but Shingetsu knows it’s not actually a question.

They’re gonna tell her whether she actually cares to know or not. That was just who they were. But she plays along. She swallows the growing spit in her mouth and asks anyway, cause she knows they wanna hear it from her.

With a heavy sigh, she can feel the weight in her chest drop as she opens her mouth, “Why-?”

“The moon,” they cut her off, a giggle lingering in their voice as they spoke.

“They look like the moon.”

Shingetsu can hear how her breath shudders, and once more she’s expecting to feel them throw themselves at her. For arms to wrap around her neck so tightly she briefly wonders if they’re trying to cut off her airway. Ayatsuri never really could tell if they were being too rough or not. For someone so aware, they were ironically so oblivious to the harm they caused to others. 

“Let’s hold a moon-watching party!” they suddenly shout, and Shingetsu can almost feel how the wind shifts. She can imagine how they kick up their feet and pull themselves up, legs crossed as an excited shit-eating grin sits so big on their face, she’s surprised they even have cheeks left. 

“Come on! Come on, come on, come on!!! When was the last time we actually got to just enjoy each other’s company? Let’s get sake and drink under the stars!” they egg her on, completely forgetting, or more accurately not caring about all the paperwork she’s yet to finish. 

They were the definition of high energy and impulsion. Shingetsu never even had the chance to keep up with them. But Ayatsuri never really cared about what Shingetsu wanted or needed. Or… at least if they did, they did a bad job showing it. A really, really bad job. 

“Ooooooo~ You know you wanna~ I’ll even be nice and let you fall asleep in my lap, doesn’t that sound like a pretty good deal?” they chuckle, oblivious to the woman’s plight, and only focused on the simple fact that they where the one who wanted her to lay in their lap, and not vice versa.

But… maybe Shingetsu wasn’t very good at showing her care either. Maybe she followed her logic and justice too closely, and that’s why the two of them were never truly able to get along. Maybe it was she who was inflexible, unwilling to meet Ayatsuri halfway. Maybe if she was more accepting of them, they wouldn’t be where they were now… 

Or maybe it was the lack of sleep. She hadn’t been sleeping well lately. Well… she never slept well, but it’s been especially difficult for her the past few weeks. Not since their last fight. 

So the words fall out before she even realizes she’s speaking, her voice straining to keep the calm it normally has.

“Will you stay ‘till morning?”

But Shingetsu already knows what Ayatsuri’s going to say. How their voice will drop and lose all of that fun energy. How their hair falls into their face and that smile she’s always secretly admired dims. 

“You know that’s not how this works.”

They were always so selfish. Even now. Even as Shingetsu strained not to let her voice waver. Even as she practically begged them to look at her again. 

“At least watch the sunrise with me…!” she bargained, voice cracking under the weight of the evening air.

Shingetsu never broke. She was steadfast and strong and stood with her beliefs like a samurai to his lord. Yet here she was, on her knees for someone who could not even comfort her, even if they wanted to.

The longer she waits, the more her throat tightens and the harder it is to keep her face straight. She was sure if Ayatsuri could see it, they’d find the way tears perked the corners of her eyes pretty, or laugh at how her lips curled into a snarl, or mock how her brows furrowed. They’d say some stupid immature joke about looking constipated that would have only made her angrier than she already was.

But she’d take that over this deafening silence right now. She’d take their constant yapping over the soft sounds of crickets outside her window. She hated when Ayatsuri would force themselves on her, invading her space and clinging to her in a vice-like grip so tight it left bruises but… She’d rather they latch themselves to her than not touch her ever again… 

Their name falls from her mouth in a shaky demand, practically a whisper. Her hand grips her pen, the pressure threatening to bend the metal as her nails dig into the palm of her hand. It leaves little crescent indents on the flesh, her knuckles white as it takes all the self-control in her to keep her shoulders from shaking. 

But, she doesn’t have much self-control anymore. Not like she used to at least. Her hands slam on the wooden table as she finally snaps around, shouting their name and demanding a response. But she’s only met with what she knew she’d find. A familiar disappointment weighs heavily in her chest as she takes in the sight, eyes searching and scanning for something she knows she was never there.

There’s been nothing behind her from the beginning. 

Just books and scattered garbage.

Forcing herself to breathe, Shingetsu blows out a shaky, uneven breath as she closes her eyes. The fists by her sides relax, and her fingers are left feeling sore from the pressure. The sound of her pen hitting the table snaps her back to it, her eyes narrowing at the blotch of ink it left on the wooden table. She picks it up, inspecting the tip like Ayatsuri had taught her in order to see if it was damaged. 

She’d be oh so sad if she had to replace it after all. 

But as her hand hovers over the paperwork, ready to get back to work, she just can’t bring herself to finish it. Her lips purse and she finds herself just staring. Staring and staring and staring, with no sign of moving anytime soon. 

Her eyes flicker to behind her once more and among the books and piles of junk she’s yet to put away, sits their haori. Cleaned, but no matter what she tried, she never was able to fully get the blood out of the fur trimmings. 

Pushing herself up from her seat, her pen sits firmly in her fist as she steadies her numb legs. Her mood was ruined, no thanks to Ayatsuri once again. They always knew how to play with her emotions, didn’t they? 

Maybe she’d take a break; she had been working all day. Shingetsu just needed some fresh air is all. It was a nice evening out, with a full moon so bright it didn’t even feel like it was nighttime. 

“... I need a drink…”

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Like the Sun and the Moon

Chapter 12: He’s Why

Chapter Index

Inosuke and Makoto were left alone as Aiko quickly pushed Jun’ichi out of the room. Being left alone together, the setting sun tinted their surroundings in warms hues of orange as Makoto stood nervously nearby. 

She was already a little unsure of what she was going to do, but the way Aiko practically dragged Jun’ichi away confused her. Especially since she didn’t remember asking for any privacy. 

She couldn’t help but feel like Aiko was misinterpreting something, but she was far too tired by being dragged around all day to ponder on it.

“Oi, Monpocho? How long are you going to stand there?” Inosuke asked, snapping her from her thoughts.

Sheepishly apologizing, she made her towards the engawa before sitting down next to him. Noticing the way he eyed the plate of food, she couldn’t help but chuckle.

“What’s so funny?” he snapped, his eyes narrowing at her.

Shaking her head, a warm smile pulled at her lips as she handed him the plate. It was large and the pork cutlet on it was still hot and steaming. Taking it without hesitation, the smell made Inosuke’s stomach growl and caused his mouth to drool.

“I made this for you,” Makoto smiled.

“Really?!” he grinned, eyes glittering in the light.

Nodding her head, he wasted no time digging in, completely missing the way her eyes softened in his hurry.

Placing his mask beside him, his face lit up as he took a bite. The food tasted just as good as it smelt.

“This is really good, what is it?” he asked between mouthfuls.

“I’m glad you like it. I wasn't sure if I made it correctly, but it’s Tonkatsu. It’s been rising in popularity recently, so I thought I’d give it a try,” Makoto explained, taking a second before saying, “This was… also the best idea I had…”

Pausing, Insouke’s confusion was evident as he stared at her. His silent question was soon answered however when she continued.

“It’s my way of saying thank you, for everything. You’ve done a lot for me these past weeks and… I’m grateful,” she said, her head falling to the side ever so slightly as the corners of her mouth tugged upwards.

Swallowing thickly, Inosuke found himself unable to tear his gaze away from her. Her happy smile seemed brighter than the setting sun, and he found himself feeling strangely giddy. Looking down at his food, his conversation with Jun’ichi popped back up inside his head.

“Hey, Monpocho,” Inosuke called, whipping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“What… does being in love feel like?” he asked, placing this food down.

Staring at him in surprise, Makoto wasn’t sure of what to say. His sudden interest caught her off guard and the topic left her feeling antsy.

“Why… Do you want to know?” she asked.

“The rich kid was talking about it with me earlier. He was saying stuff about how painful it was now that “whats-her-name is married”, but when I said love sounded horrendous, he shut me down saying it wasn’t,” Inosuke explained.

“It sounded like he was just talking nonsense to me though,” he sighed.

Waiting a second for her response, Inosuke looked up at her confused when she didn’t say anything. Taken aback by the look on her face, he was at a loss for words as the two sat there. He had seen her upset, mournful, and even angry, but this… he didn’t have words to describe this.

“Uh… Ma…” Inosuke tried to call out to her, but his voice died in his throat.

Taking a deep breath, Makoto’s gaze stayed cast down as she folded her hands in her lap.

“Love is… a very broad and strange thing,” she finally said.

“There are many types of love. Love for a hobby, love for a particular object and… love for someone else,” she said, voice soft, soft, and airy.

“When you love something or someone, it goes beyond just “like”. Your feelings are stronger than that. The type of love you’re talking about is romantic love. Although it’s similar to platonic love, which is between family and friends, I’d say romantic love is more… intense. Some even say it turns people into fools…” she explained.

“That’s what the kid sounded like to me,” Inosuke said, leaning back a bit.

Softly chuckling, Makoto’s smile never reached her eyes.

“Even so… when you’re in love with someone, those feelings aren’t simply “good” or “bad”. Strangely, it’s both. Your love might make braver or make you take chances you wouldn’t have otherwise; but it can also make you blind to people’s actions, leading you to make excuses from them… or yourself even…”

Watching her carefully, Inosuke just couldn’t quite place his finger on it. The look in Makoto’s eyes.

“So… Love’s like a double-edged sword then? It either makes you stronger or it makes you dumber,” Inosuke asked.

For the first time since he asked the question, Makoto looked at him. She smiled her usual awkward smile when she couldn't think of an argument, even if she wanted to disagree. 

“You… could say that,” she chuckled softly.

Silence fell between them as Inosuke took in her words. Processing the new information, he found himself understanding it a little more, even if he still found it a little foolish.

Eyeing Makoto again, Inosuke found her staring off into the distance. She still held that look in her eyes. A conflicted, bittersweet stare that seemed so tired, but was unable to stop longing for something. It was full of a hopeless regret that seemed to only fester inside her.

Having already finished his food, Inosuke pushed the plate to the side before scooting closer to Makoto. Staring at him curiously, she cocked her head in a silent question.

“Makoto… are you in love?” he asked, causing her eyes to widen.

Instead of responding, she turned back to her view. A few seconds of silence passed and frustration quickly crept up inside the other demon slayer.

“Hey! Don’t ignore me!” he shouted, his fits clenched.

“Sorry, I was… just thinking…” Makoto mumbled. 

Despite sitting right next to him, Inosuke couldn’t help but notice how distant she sounded. Almost as if she were a million miles away.

After a minute more, she finally mumbled, “I’d like to think that everyone’s been in love at least once.”

“But that’s not answering my question…!” Inosuke pointed out.

It was clear to him that she was trying to dodge the subject. But why? Grumbling softly to himself, he tried to wrap his head around it. It was a simple yes or no answer, so unless it was shameful or embarrassing he didn’t see a point in avoiding it.

“Why do you want to know?” Makoto suddenly asked, turning to him quietly.

Meeting her eyes, he noticed a subtle edge to them. A wave of quiet anger that hid behind the curiosity. 

“Because I want to? You’ve been acting strangely since you’ve woken up,” Inosuke snapped, his glare matching hers.

“Strangely? Have I?” Makoto repeated, blinking a little in confusion.

“Yeah. You’ve been having this weird self-interrogation thing going on every time I look at you. Wait, don’t tell me you actually fell for that shitty frog demon?!” Inosuke demanded, causing Makoto’s eyes to widen in horror.

“N-No! I already said I was taken! I didn’t like him that way at all!” Makoto sputtered, waving her hands in defense.

Scoffing, Inosuke snapped, “Lair! You totally stiffened when I said that!”

“What?!” she gasped.

“That’s because you just accused me of something!” she argued back.

Pointing an accusing finger, he growled, “That’s because it’s true!” 

“It isn’t!” she shouted.

“Then why’d your face look so guilty?!” he demanded.

“Because the one I married wasn’t him!” she screamed.

Snapping her eyes open, Makoto’s blood ran cold as her words loudly echoed in her ears. Her breath hitched as her fingers trembled.

Staring at her with wide eyes, Inosuke was left stunned. The last time he heard her raise her voice like that was when she was possessed.

Staring at each other, it was almost as if time stopped. Trapping them in a frozen winter, despite the humid air.

The silence was suffocating.

Opening his mouth to speak, Makoto cut him off when she suddenly stood up.

“The sun’s almost completely gone. We should go to bed now,” she said, her voice panicked behind its stillness.

“Wait- Hold on-!” Inosuke called out, but Makoto was already out of the room before he could stop her.

Lowering his outstretched arm, he turned back to the spot she sat just a few seconds ago. It felt like the world was spinning as his mind ran wild with questions and concerns.

What did her marriage have to do with that demon? Why did she look so… frightened? 

Thanking Aiko for the spare room, Makoto reassured her nothing was wrong once more before closing the door. Quietly standing in front of it, she waited until she knew Aiko had left. Feeling the girl's footsteps grow distant, Makoto finally turned to face the dark, empty room. Moonlight spilled in through the windows, casting everything in a cold blue hue. 

Mindlessly walking forward, she suddenly found herself collapsed on her knees as they gave out on her. Looking down at her hands, it took her a second to realize what she was doing as she took off her hairpin.

It was surreal. It felt like she was suddenly living in the past, and the world was constantly two steps ahead of her.

Staring at the hairpin, her mind continued to replay her conversation with Inosuke. His words loudly echoing in her ears.

“...Love causes you to make excuses…” she whispered, her eyes narrowing.

“He wasn’t… the one I married…” she croaked.

Makoto’s fingers shook as her grip tightened on the hairpin, her stare burning into it.

“Why did I say that?” she asked, voice hoarse.

Hunching over herself, a hand came up to grip her head, tugging her bangs.

“Why did I-?” she repeated.

She knew Inosuke was perspective, so why did she even say anything?

“I haven’t even told-” she started, but her voice quickly died in her throat.

What was wrong with her? Why did she say that? After years of keeping quiet, why did she have to blurt it out like that? And to Inosuke of all people! Not even Yuuki knew the truth…!

Makoto’s vision quickly began to blur as her breath caught in her throat. Her body trembled violently as she desperately gripped onto the old, white, patterned fabric on her shoulders. She clung to it as if it were the only thing keeping her afloat. 

She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t see, she couldn’t hear anything, let alone think straight. Despite her mind running with a million thoughts, she couldn’t think of anything. Her body was shutting down on her and she couldn’t stop the tears from overflowing.

Curling into herself, her cries stayed trapped in her throat despite desperately trying to scream. The heavy shadows of the room seemed to swallow her whole as her mind ripped her apart.

Alone, in that cold, dark room, her only comfort were the ghosts from dead memories. The same ghosts of the people she had failed. 

Finishing his breakfast the next day, Inosuke was still stuck on what happened the previous night. He just couldn’t wrap his head around it, and it pissed him off. It didn’t help that he hadn’t seen Makoto all morning. He wouldn’t have cared if it didn’t cause him to feel so antsy.

Putting his mask back on, Inosuke paused for a second, watching Aiko gather the trays.

“Hey Poncho,” he called, earning a tired sigh from the girl.

“It’s Aiko, but is there something you need?” she asked.

“Do you know where Monpocho is? She didn’t come for breakfast,” he asked.

Pausing, Aiko seemed to take a second to think before responding.

“She’s in her room but, I was wondering… Did something happen between you two? Makoto seemed a little… distracted… last night,” she said, concerned.

Standing up, Inosuke made his way to the door. Sliding it open, he simply shrugged before leaving, much to the young girl's dismay.

Sitting quietly in her room, the sun shone in through the windows as Asuka ate off of a handkerchief. Reading the letters he had delivered, they helped ease the weight in Makoto’s chest. There was one from Shiro and Yuuki, as well as one from the Butterfly and Rengoku Estates. They weren’t very long, but all wished her well. Chuckling at the doodles on Yuuki’s letter, Makoto’s eyes softened in adoration. 

Neatly folding and putting the letters away, she snickered, “I wonder when Shin-san’s going to send me his letter? Maybe I should send one first?”

Asuka merely scoffed at this, only causing the demon slayer to laugh more. 

She wasn’t expecting him to actually send one. He was a busy man, besides, it wasn’t as if she was unaware of his walls. If anything, it was in understanding those walls that somehow brought the two of them together.

Completely lost in thought, Makoto couldn’t help but scream when Inosuke suddenly kicked the door to her room down. Staring at him flabbergasted, she hadn’t even noticed that Asuka had flown out of the room. He was shouting something, but she was unable to comprehend what thanks to the initial shock.

Somehow managing to get him to calm down, Inosuke sat across from her. 

Taking a deep breath, she mentally prepared herself. He was currently the last person she wanted to see, but she knew that was an unattainable wish.

“Inosuke, good morning. You’re quite rowdy this morning aren't you?” she smiled. 

Inosuke on the other hand stayed silent, quietly studying his fellow demon slayer. Despite her best attempts, she couldn’t hide how disheveled she was from him. He immediately noticed how dark and sunken in her eyes was, or how pale and dry her skin was. 

Watching her fidget with her fingers, it was clear that she was growing nervous the longer he started, but he didn’t care. He was upset, and he wanted answers.

“Did something bad happen to the person you love? Is that why you didn’t want to talk about it?” he finally asked, causing her to frown.

Breathing out a sigh, her gaze shifted away from him.

Opening her mouth to speak, Inosuke cut her off.

“I won’t ask anymore if you tell me,” he said.

Makoto’s lips pursed as she eyed him suspiciously. 

“Why do you want to know so badly?” she asked, voice low.

“Did you already forget? I said I’d look out for you!” he grinned as he pointed to himself triumphantly. 

“An awesome boss looks out for those under him,” he chuckled, his laugh rumbling from within his chest.

Staring at him for a few seconds, Makoto couldn’t help the giggle that slipped past her lips. Despite knowing she was laughing at him, Inosuke couldn’t help but feel lighter at the sound. Watching her try to hide her amusement, it seemed like she was almost mocking him. He would have been upset if he wasn’t so intrigued.

“Alright, you win,” Makoto sighed, her laugh still lingering in her voice.

Turning to look at him, she took a deep breath, bracing herself before answering.

“I don’t want to talk about it because… in a way… he’s the reason I became a demon slayer,” she explained, gripping her hands tightly.

Taking a second to process her words, Inosuke nodded.

“Okay,” he said roughly patting her shoulder.

“I don’t know what happened, but it’s okay cause I’m here now!” he grinned, a boisterous laugh leaving his lips.

Looking up at him, Makoto couldn’t help the way her eyes softened.

“Thank you Inosuke, that’s sweet of you to say…” she smiled.

Flying back into the room, Asuka was accompanied by Inosuke’s crow as they landed.

“Northeast! North-Northeast!” his crow cawed, drawing their attention.

“Inosuke Hashibira, head North-Northeast!” it said.

“All right! Let’s get going!” Inosuke shouted, excited to finally be doing something again.

Softly laughing at his enthusiasm, Makoto made to stand when Asuka suddenly jumped into her lap.

Staring daggers at Inosuke, he bluntly said, “Just you. She needs more rest.”

Not liking his tone, Inosuke started shouting at the bird, causing the said bird to shout back. Breathing out a heavy sigh, Makoto simply turned to Inosuke’s crow.

“Is this a solo mission?” she asked, earning a curt nod.

Moving Asuka so that he sat on her shoulder, she stood up, cutting the two’s argument off.

“He’s not lying, Inosuke. This is a solo mission,” she said, causing Inosuke’s shoulders to droop.

“Oh…” he mumbled, clearly disappointed.

“Don’t look so down, this isn’t goodbye forever. I’m sure we’ll meet again, we’re both demon slayers after all,” she said. 

Smiling sweetly at him, Makoto’s head fell to the side as the morning sun bathed her in its warmth. Inosuke could feel his cheeks heat up as his heartbeat quickened.

Swiftly turning away, he scoffed, “I know that!”

Hearing her chuckle, Inosuke couldn’t help but feel giddy at making her laugh. The sound of her voice was like a sweet melody to his ears.

Making his way out of the room, he suddenly stopped in front of the door. Standing there for a second, he turned his head to look over his shoulder at her.

“Don’t go getting yourself killed until we meet again,” he said, voice oddly soft.

Staring at him with wide eyes, Makoto’s face softened as she nodded.

“The same goes for you.”

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Authors Note (to be deleted later): Thanks for waiting so long! Take both these chapters as an apology. I'll do my best to keep posting updates, but now that school's back, it may not always be consistent.

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Like the Sun and the Moon

Chapter 11: Love Is Bittersweet

Chapter Index

Waking up the next morning, beams of light streamed in through the window, illuminating the room. Squinting, Makoto brought a hand up to block the blinding light.

Her pounding headache was now replaced by a fuzz. She was feeling much better but found her body quite stiff and sore.

Carefully sitting up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she ignored the stinging in her back before quickly realizing why she felt so stiff.

Shaking her head in amusement, Makoto did her best to stifle her laugh. Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t help the way her lips tugged upwards or how her eyes softened at the sight in front of her.

Inosuke had taken over her futon, thus leaving her the cold, hard floor. She would have been mad if she didn’t find it so funny. His mask sat next to her things, allowing her to see his sleeping face. 

Without even realizing it, she had brushed his bangs away, causing his face to scrunch up a bit.

Chuckling, she couldn’t help but think back to the night before. 

Breathing out a deep sigh, Makoto couldn’t help but feel guilty for making everyone worry. Inosuke especially so. Not only did he believe in her when she didn’t, but he had also saved her from the frog demon, and was there when she woke up. He was always there when she needed him.

“I should… do something about that…” she murmured.

Silently sitting there, Makoto’s gaze eventually fell to her things. Staring at them, a frown pulled at her lips before hesitantly reaching over, grabbing her hairpin. Tracing the petals with her fingers, her dream resurfaced to the front of her mind. If she closed her eyes, she could still feel the way he wrapped his arms around her, or his breath against her skin. 

Breathing out a sigh, her shoulders drooped at the memory. 

Feeling soft footsteps approaching her room, her hands fell into her lap as she turned to look at the door.

Watching Aiko enter the room, she smiled at the young girl.

Aiko’s eyes widened in surprise. Opening her mouth to speak, her gaze drifted over to Makoto’s futon, only to find Inosuke sprawled out in it. Her face scrunched up at this and Makoto couldn’t help but chuckle as the young girl uttered something under her breath.

“Honestly,” she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

Walking in, Aiko ignored the sleeping boy as she made her way to the other.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, placing the back of her hand to the older girl’s head.

“Much better now,” Makoto smiled.

Taking the towel on the floor, Aiko couldn’t help but sigh.

“That’s good to hear. Everyone was extremely worried when we found you. This one especially so,” she said, throwing Inosuke a glare.

“It took a lot of convincing to get him to calm down, and even then, he was practically glued to your side,” she huffed.

Hearing this, Makoto’s eyes widened as a sheepish laugh slipped past her lips.

“I-I see… I’m sorry that Inosuke’s causing you trouble,” she softly said, awkwardly smiling at the young girl. 

Heavily sighing, Aiko merely grumbled in response, brushing the demon slayer off.

“It’s fine, I get it! It’s only reasonable that he’d be worried,” she said, hanging the towel over the rim of the water tub.

“On brighter news, your temperature seems to have gone down. I think after a night’s rest, you should be good to go,” Aiko hummed.

Nodding, Makoto fiddled with her fingers before asking, “How is everyone else doing?”

“It could be going better,” Aiko confessed.

“Lord Hisakawa has been doing his best to help the demon’s victims, but it’s been difficult. Lord Jun’ichi has also been having a hard time,” she explained.

“I see… is there anything else that I could do?” Makoto asked, worry lingering in her voice.

“There’s not much anyone can do. We just have to push forward,” Aiko said.

Watching her closely, Makoto couldn’t help but notice just how exhausted and worn Aiko looked. Letting her gaze drop to the floor, shame and guilt rose inside her chest.

“There has to be something…” she mumbled.

The two were quiet after that, the room silent if not for Inosuke’s soft snoring.

Standing up, Aiko made her way towards the doors of the engawa. 

Beckoning Makoto over, she said, “I want to tell you something, but we should let him sleep in peace.”

Sitting together outside, the early morning sun shone above them.

“Lord Jun’ichi is a good friend of mine,” Aiko started, breaking the silence after a minute.

“We’ve known each other since we were little, so no matter how much he tries to deny it, I can read him like an open book,” she laughed. 

Sitting quietly, Makoto nodded. Just by looking at her, she had a feeling there was a lot Aiko wanted to say.

“But… a lot has changed since we were kids,” she said, her voice growing quiet.

“Back then, everything seemed so bright for us. We used to think things would always stay that way. Just me, Jun’ichi, and… Tamiko…”

Aiko fell silent after that, her words sitting in the air. 

“You see, Jun’ichi he… well… let’s just say he didn’t take Tamiko’s engagement well. After the wedding, he started cooping himself up in his room and refused to leave or talk to anyone,” she sighed.

“I… see…” Makoto murmured, realizing what Aiko was trying to say.

“But you know, he’s been doing a lot better after all of this,” Aiko said, her voice, hopeful despite its hollowness. 

“Seems he just needed to almost die before he stopped acting like a fool,” she bitterly laughed, rolling her eyes.

“I-Isn’t that a little harsh? Heartbreak isn’t an easy thing to overcome,” Makoto stuttered. 

Squeezing her hands together, she could feel a bead of sweat roll down her cheek. She felt almost as if she needed to defend the Young Lord’s actions, and that alone made her a little uneasy.

“I understand that, but even so! … Honestly, I should have just listened to Lord Hisakawa when he told me to stay away. I would have never been wrapped up in any of this if I did…” she mumbled bitterly. 

Despite her words, Makoto could tell she didn’t mean any of it. Behind the annoyance in her voice, Makoto could hear all the pain and worry she was hiding behind the anger.

Taking a deep breath, Aiko visibly calmed down before saying, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to ramble. I guess what I’m trying to say is… Thank you. If it weren’t for you two, I’d doubt we’d even be alive right now.”

The morning sun bathed Aiko in its light as she turned to Makoto, her childish grin catching the other off guard.

“So don’t say you haven’t done anything, or that you need to do more because you’ve already done so much,” she said.

Standing up, she wiped the imaginary dirt off her kimono.

“Now, I’ll go get you guys some food. Try and get your partner up before I get back,” she said, voice stern as she turned to leave.

“Wait, Aiko!” Makoto called out, causing her to turn.

“Yes?” she asked, quirking her head.

“Um…” Makoto stuttered, a hand rubbing the back of her neck.

Taking a deep breath, her voice was quiet as she said, “Thank you, Aiko. Your words… helped lessen my worries.”

Watching her with wide eyes, Aiko’s face lit up with amusement as she chuckled, “Honestly.”

Later that afternoon, Inosuke sat quietly on the engawa. Watching the clouds slowly make their way across the blue sky above there was nothing for the demon slayer to do.

Stretching out the soreness in his back, the sun felt nice on his skin as he bathed in its warmth. He could hear birds chirping in the distance as he went back to cloud watching. All in all, things were peaceful. 

And… he was bored.

Sighing, he felt antsy, but he didn’t want to train alone at the moment. He would have gotten Makoto to spar with him, but she had run off somewhere with Aiko.

Grumbling, he fell onto his back with a soft thump.

Letting his mind wander, the image of Makoto’s flushed face popped back into his head. She was supposedly feeling better now, but she had been so warm the night before that he just wasn’t sure. He didn’t want her randomly collapsing again. 

Not only that but he found himself feeling a little disappointed that she wasn’t around. It was strange. He just found himself enjoying her company the longer they traveled together, and was almost at ease when she was around. 

At first, he had thought it was from all her weird perfumes, but he wasn’t so sure anymore. Although her lack of presence secretly terrified him a bit, there was just something else about her. 

He didn’t get it, what was so special about her? What was she doing that made him feel like this?

“Ugh! This is stupid!” he grumbled, scratching the back of his head.

“What is?”

Snapping his head up, Inosuke found the Young Lord standing in front of him. He was looking better than he did the other day. 

Standing in the garden, Lord Jun’ichi was wearing a white and blue kimono, but what caught Inouske’s eye was the strange-looking mallet and ball in his hands.

“Is there a problem?” Jun’ichi asked again, approaching the older boy.

“That’s none of your business!” he snapped, flopping back down.

Humming, the Young Lord didn’t bother to hide his irritation. He was just trying to be polite after all.

Sighing, Jun’ichi was just going to leave when Aiko’s voice suddenly reemerged in his mind. He grimaced at the memory of her scolding him, saying how he needed to be more open with others.

“You sure? I might be able to help,” he offered once more.

“Yup!” Inosuke assured him flatly.

About to just call it quits and leave, Inosuke’s sudden question caught him off guard.

“Hey, what’s that thing ya got?” he asked, staring intently at the toy in the young boy’s hand.

“This?” Jun’ichi asked, holding it up.

“It’s… my kendama,” he replied, seemingly hesitant for a second.

“Kenda-what? What’s that? It doesn’t look strong enough to do anything,” Inosuke said, sitting up.

“What? No, this is just a toy. Have you never seen one before?” Jun’ichi retorted.

“Nope,” Inosuke’s blunt but honest answer took him by surprise.

“No way, really?” he asked skeptically.

“So what if I haven’t! I bet it’s not even that cool anyway!” Inosuke snapped, annoyed and embarrassed.

Staring blankly at him, Jun’ichi couldn’t help but laugh, flabbergasted.

“Whatcha laughing at huh?!” Inosuke barked, his mask hiding his red face.

Sitting down next to him, but still keeping his distance, Jun’ichi uncurled the string connecting the ball to the handle. 

Holding up the wooden red ball, Jun’ichi explained, “This is the “Tama”, and the handle is called “ken”. That’s how it gets its name.”

Dropping the ball, Jun’ichi easily uses the handle to flip it up into the air before catching it in one of the cups. He repeated this action, swiftly turning the handle and letting the ball swing with each toss.

“Pfft, that looks boring,” Inosuke scoffed, eyes glued to the toy.

“Really now? It’s actually kind of tricky,” Jun’ichi mused, catching the ball in his free hand.

Freezing up for a second, a million thoughts seemed to go through the young boy's head before turning to the demon slayer.

“Wanna try?” he hesitantly offered, holding the toy out for the older boy.

Scoffing, Inosuke took the toy suspiciously. Flipping the ball upwards, he moved the handle to catch it, only for the ball to smack the snout of his mask.

The two were quiet as the ball swung silently in the air. The only sound around them being the chirping of birds and rustling of leaves. 

Turning away, Jun’ichi hid his grin behind his kimono sleeve as his shoulders trembled.

“I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!” Inosuke shouted, tempted to just chuck the toy at the young boy.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to laugh!” he giggled, doing his best to keep his snickers from escaping.

“I was really bad at first too, it’s hard. It took me years before I got to where I am now,” he tried reassuring him.

“I’LL SHOW YOU, THIS IS NOTHING!” Inosuke shouted, taking the other’s words as a challenge.

The two went back and forth like that for a while, with Inosuke trying and failing to mimic Jun’ichi’s moves. What was once a begrudging attempt to be more friendly turned into something of a friendship. Jun’ichi couldn’t help but find Inosuke somewhat endearing, or at least amusing. 

Watching him finally starting to get somewhere, Jun’ichi couldn’t help but be reminded of the many hours he spent playing with Aiko and Tamiko.

A frown pulled at the corners of lips as his heart ached at the memory.

Pulling his knees up, Jun’ichi hummed, “Tamiko was the one who got me that. She made it look so easy when she was teaching me…” 

Watching the boy from the corner of his eye, Inosuke said nothing as he concentrated on catching the ball.

“She got it for me because I couldn’t go out and play with the other kids. I… wonder how she’s doing…?” he asked out loud, resting his head on his knees.

“How the hell would I know?” Inosuke quirked a brow at him, his statement catching the boy off guard.

Taking a second to process his words, Jun’ichi laughed, “Yeah, that’s a dumb question huh?”

“Yeah, ‘cause you’re asking the wrong person. Why don’t you just go and see her?” Inosuke rolled his eyes, turning back to the toy.

Jun’ichi went quite at that, shaking his head.

“I… can’t…” he mumbled behind his knees. 

Inosuke quietly watched the boy from the corner of his eye. Jun’ichi looked as if his world was crumbling right in front of him, the pain of everything crushing him.

“What? Did she move after her wedding or something?” Inosuke asked, causing the boy’s head to snap up.

“H-How do you know she’s married?” he sputtered surprised. 

“I overheard Paiko talking to Monpocho about it,” he shrugged.

The two were quiet again as Jun’ichi processed Inosuke’s words.

“Ah…” was all he said.

Breathing out a deep sigh, his face scrunched up in annoyance.

“I hope she wasn’t saying anything unnecessary…” he grumbled, eyes darting away.

“She was talking to Makataro about how you made her worry after becoming a hermit. Why’d you become one anyway?” Inosuke questioned, eyeing him under his mask.

Watching him grumble under his breath, the boy's eyes darted away bitterly. He was quiet for a long time before taking a deep breath.

“I… guess I’ll tell you…” he muttered.

“I grew up with Aiko and Tamiko, and although we were all friends, I… I was in love with Tamiko,” he said, his shoulders drooping.

“Love?” Inosuke repeated, placing the kendama down.

Nodding, Jun’ichi continued.

“I knew she only saw me as a little brother, and that she’d never feel the same way but… but I still…” he trailed off, unconsciously holding himself.

“I… Even if others say that I’m too young, too naive to understand, it doesn't change how I feel towards her,” he said, voice a little strained.

“When I saw her smile, I thought my heart was going to beat right out of my chest. I was so happy whenever I saw her but now… it also hurts…” he mumbled.

Jun’ichi’s words sat in the air, silence filling the void.

“Wow. Love sounds like it’s a really shitty thing,” Inosuke thought, not realizing he said it out loud.

Staring back at him in shock, Jun’ichi blurted, “W-What are you talking about?! Why would you say that when you have the Miss?”

Inosuke’s confusion must have been obvious as Jun’ichi quickly picked up on it.

“Are you two… not… together?” he hesitantly asked.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’re the only one here with me,” Inosuke retorted, crossing his arms.

Realizing the predicament he was in, Jun’ichi could only sigh.

“Nevermind,” he said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“But still… Love isn’t a bad thing,” he said, his gaze faltering to the ground.

“I don’t get it,” Inosuke growled, his irritation evident even with his mask on.

“You keep talking about how much it hurts to be in love and yet it’s not bad? You some kind of gross masochistic or something?” he demanded, causing the boy to laugh.

“Uh- no, I’m not into that stuff,” Jun’ichi chuckled. 

“It’s just… it’s complicated. When you’re in love, everything seems to be a hundred times better when you’re with the one you like but… it also makes it hurt that much more when you can’t be with them,” he explained.

Silently taking in his words, Inosuke… didn’t have anything new to say. Even after Jun’ichi’s explanation, he couldn’t help but think that the young boy was being foolish. 

He couldn’t help but wonder if maybe… that’s just what love does to people…?

The two were suddenly interrupted however when Aiko opened the door to the room. Spotting Inosuke, her eyes lit up as a grin grew on her face. Entering the room, Makoto sheepishly followed behind with a plate of food in her hands.

“Ah! So you were here,” Aiko chirped.

Turning around surprised, Jun’ichi greeted the two girls while Inosuke not so subtly stared at the food.

“Miss, Aiko, welcome back,” he said.

“I’m sorry for stealing Aiko all day, it wasn’t my intention…” Makoto smiled, clearly a little nervous.

“It’s fine, it’s like not much happened here anyway. I just hope she didn’t tire you out,” Jun’ichi shrugged.

Chuckling softly at his comment, Makoto awkwardly smiled back at him. Seeing this, the Young Lord didn’t bother to hide his heavy sigh. 

“That’s beside the point right now!” Aiko cut in, pulling Jun’ichi up from his seat.

Saving her complaints, she pushed Jun’ichi back towards the door while shouting over her shoulder, “Anyway, we should get out of your hair. Call me if you two need anything!”

After they left the room, the two demon slayers were left alone as the setting sun bathed them in its orange glow. 

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Like the Sun and the Moon

Chapter 10: Prettier Than Any Sakura Tree

Chapter Index

Walking back to the Hisakawa Estate after barring the Frog Lord’s clothes, the sun had already begun to set. Makoto hadn’t meant to stay out for so long, especially with all of her injuries, but her mind had other plans. She couldn’t stop thinking, and it was driving her insane. 

Throughout the day, the night’s events had slowly begun to resurface in her mind. They were hazy, but she could recall bits and pieces. 

Entering the estate, Makoto’s bones felt like lead in her body. Her eyes were sore and her head spun from the lack of sleep. 

As she made her way to the front door, the world suddenly turned on its side and the next thing she knew, she was on the ground.

“Wha…?” she murmured, unable to think straight.

Slowly looking around, she wasn’t able to stop her eyelids from slamming shut. She could vaguely hear someone calling out to her, but like a voice in the wind, it was gone.

Stirring the pot of piping hot porage, Makoto hummed happily as she turned around to find him patiently sitting in his futon. 

Making her way over to him, she couldn’t help the way her heart swelled as dark ruby eyes met her purple ones. Moving pale blonde locks out of his face, she enjoyed the hum that rumbled in his throat as she placed her forehead on his.

“Your temperature went down,” she smiled, pulling away.

“I kind of wish it didn’t,” he confessed sheepishly.

“What are you talking about? Maybe your fever is worse than I thought…” Makoto scolded, eyebrows knitting together in worry.

His laugh was gentle, his voice angelic, and his smile the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. With the way the golden light shone in through the windows, she wished she could have captured this moment and burn it into her mind.

Huffing a little, Makoto turned away from him.

“I’m going to get you your food,” she mumbled, ignoring the fluttering in the pit of her stomach.

Standing up, Makoto felt him grab onto the sleeve of her kimono. Pulling her back, she couldn’t stop the small yelp that slipped past her lips as he hugged her close.

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he whined, “Noo~ Don’t leave me~” 

Hiding his face in the crook of her neck, his arms tightened, trapping her in his lap.

“Wha- Uh- Agh…! But- but the food!” Makoto protested, trying to push the heat in her face down.

Shifting slightly to look at him, his pale cheeks were flushed a bright red. Watching him avoid her gaze as his cheeks puffed out made her heart melt.

“I’m not even hungry…” he mumbled, eyes shifting to the side.

“That’s not an excuse! Now let me go so I can feed you!” she scolded, trying to softly pry his arms from her waist.

Instead, he only tightened his grip as he nuzzled into her shoulder. His face hidden behind his bangs.

Watching him from the corner of her eye, she could feel her resolve begin to crack. 

Looking up at her, his ruby eyes shimmered in the light and his lips pulled down into a pout. His voice was so sweet it was like honey to her ears.

“Makoto~” he called, dragging her name out childishly.

Her breath caught in her throat, finding it now impossible to tear her gaze from his.

“Please? Won’t you stay here with me?” he whimpered, eyes big and sad like a puppy’s.

Watching him carefully, Makoto’s internal debate quickly came to an end as a tired sigh slipped past her lips. Shifting to make herself more comfortable, she refused to acknowledge how the way his eyes lit up made her heart swoon.

“You’re such a baby,” she pouted, earning a soft but heartfelt laugh.

“You’re right, where would I be without you,” he hummed, hiding his face in her hair.

A comfortable silence fell between them as they sat together, just enjoying each other’s embrace. Feeling him wrap his haori around them, she played with the white and red fabric, eyes tracing the black cranes that littered the bottom of it.

His breath was cold against her ear as was his skin, his embrace as soft as feathers. He was so gentle, it made her feel as if she were made of glass.

“The sakura trees are in bloom now…” Makoto said, voice soft, as if afraid he might have been scared off if she were any louder.

“I know it’s not fun being stuck in bed all the time, so we should go see them once you feel better,” she said, lifting her head to look up at him.

Watching how his eyes seemed to study her own, she couldn’t help but smile.

Eyes darting away, his cheeks flushed as he mumbled in her hair, “I-I’d rather stay here…”

“Huh? Why? I thought you loved sakura season,” Makoto asked, turning to face him.

“I do but…” he stuttered, taking a deep breath before pinning something in her hair.

Blinking a few times, Makoto’s hand came up to meet his. Her fingers traced the roughly carved wood of the hairpin before she turned her gaze back to him.

“There’s not a single sakura tree more beautiful than what’s in front of me,” he confessed, the corners of his eyes softly crinkling as his lips curled up.

Feeling her heart skip a beat, heat rushed to Makoto’s cheeks as she laughed. Placing the palm of his hand against her face, she leaned into his touch. His hands were rough and thick, hardened from many years of making bamboo furniture. 

“When did you become so smooth?” she mused, returning his smile with a small smirk. 

“I had a lot of time to practice while stuck in bed,” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

Pulling her closer, giggles slipped past her lips as he planted small butterfly kisses all over her face.

“You’re always taking care of me, I’ll make it up to you one day,” he whispered before Makoto cut him off.

“You don’t need to. I promised, didn’t I? I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe and healthy,” she reminded him, shifting so her back was fleshed against his chest.

A low, uneasy hum rumbled in his throat as his fingers gently played with her hair. His nails felt more like claws as he combed the top of her scalp.

“I’m the man here, I’m supposed to be the one saying that stuff…” he grumbled.

Makoto couldn’t help but laugh at this. Her voice, soft and airy as it rang in the air.

“Would it make you feel better if I played a song for you?” she asked, amusement lingering in her voice.

Picking up her shakuhachi, Makoto smiled.

“I’ll play whatever you want,” she cooed, only causing the young man to pout more.

“I normally would, but I wasn’t done talking…” he said.

“Oh, my bad then. Please continue,” she giggled.

Breathing out a sigh, his body grew tense behind her as his fingers fidgeted with hers.

“I want to take care of you Makoto,” he said, his voice trembling slightly as he swallowed the lump in his throat.

Softly tilting Makoto’s chin to face him, he whispered, “Not just as your best friend, but… as your husband.”

Eyes growing wide, Makoto’s smile dropped at his words.

Leaning down, he gently pressed his forehead to hers before continuing.

“I know I’m not the strongest or smartest man in the village, but I’m serious about this. You’re the only one I want, and I’ll work hard to make you happy,” he said, his breath fanning her face.

Cupping her cheeks, he smiled, “Makoto, I love you. More than anything in the world.”

Hesitantly bringing her hands to his, Makoto’s breathing grew shallow as she blinked the tears out of her eyes. Her heart was beating so fast she thought it was going to beat right out of her chest as a smile pulled at her trembling lips.

“Do you… Do you mean it?” she croaked.

Using his calloused thumbs to wipe the tears from her cheeks, he couldn’t help but softly chuckle as he pecked the tip of her nose.

“I do.”

Calling his name, Makoto jumped into his embrace as her arms wrapped around his neck. 

She felt so warm in that moment, so safe. His laugh was all she needed to know that everything was going to be alright. That things were only going to go up from there.

She knew in that moment that she didn’t want to be anywhere but with him.

Eyes fluttering awake, instead of the small house deep in the bamboo forest, Makoto found herself in one of the spare rooms at the Hisakawa mansion. 

Panic rose up in her and she rushed to get up, only for a wet cloth to fall into her lap and her entire body to burn. A long, low hiss slipped past her clenched teeth at the pain. 

Her limbs felt like jello, and her body was covered in a cold sweat. Her breathing was ragged from the chills that ran down her body, and her head was pounding. 

“Makoto…!”

Snapping her head up, her eyes adjusted to the dark as she made out a familiar face. Taking a minute to register the boy in front of her, the base of her palm pressed against her forehead as she lowered her gaze. 

Blinking in confusion, her eyes frantically darted to the side, finding that familiar, old crane patterned haori next to her. It was neatly folded, and on top of it was her treasured hairpin. 

A sigh of relief slipped past her lips as the day’s events slowly trickled back into her groggy mind.

That’s right, she was a demon slayer now… 

“Hey! Are you… are you okay…?” Inosuke hesitantly asked, voice soft and uneasy.

Pushing herself to sit up, she hunched over herself as she cradled her head. Her forehead felt warm and clammy, left damp by the small towel.

“I’m fine…” she weakly said, voice hoarse as she hid her face.

She knew this feeling, she had a fever. 

“Great, how ironic…” Makoto bitterly laughed, the words slipping out before remembering there was another person in the room.

Peeking up, Makoto found Inosuke staring at her. He sat next to her, still and silent. 

She couldn’t tell what he was thinking or even what his expression was with his mask on, and it made her uneasy. She couldn’t help the way her nerves grew tense the longer they sat there. 

The silence was deafening as she waited for him to do something, to say something, but he didn’t. It was as if he was studying her. She could feel the way his gaze bore into her, almost like she was his prey. At least, that’s what she felt like at that moment.

“Inosuke…?” she called, her worry overriding her other emotions at that moment.

“Are you really okay?” he asked, finally speaking up after what felt like hours.

Flashing him a reassuring smile, Makoto nodded.

Despite this, he wasn’t convinced. His frown only deepened as a gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach grew.

“You were mumbling something in your sleep,” he said, startling her.

“O-Oh… Was I?” she nervously chuckled, eyes darting to the ground.

“How is everyone else doing?” she asked, covertly changing topics.

“You should worry more about yourself. You’ve been out for two days,” he said, voice oddly sharp.

Quietly watching her eyes widened at his words, he could practically see the gears in her mind turn. 

“I-I see…” she stammered, blinking awkwardly.

“I’m sorry for causing you so much trouble,” she said rubbing the back of her neck.

Inosuke couldn’t help the anger that bubbled up inside him at her words.

“Why are you apologizing for that?! That’s not what you should be sorry for!” he snapped, his sudden loud voice causing her to flinch.

“What?” she absentmindedly asked, confused.

“If you're so sorry, then stop causing trouble in the first place!” he scolded her, the volume of his voice lowering slightly.

Letting his words sink in, her eyes widened.

“Are you… worried?” she asked.

“Of course I am! You’re my underling and you were not only possessed but out cold for two days straight! If we were out in the wild, you would have died!” he shouted.

Opening her mouth, she quickly shut it, realizing she didn’t know what to say. Turning away, guilt clung to her like wet clothes. 

Her gaze faltered as she tried to comprehend just how much she had scared everybody. 

How much she had scared him.

Lowering her head, Makoto couldn’t look him in the eyes.

“I-... I’m… sorry…” she murmured, not knowing what else to say.

Eyeing her, Inosuke could feel his anger waver. He was mad, but he didn’t want to see her like this either.

“I’ll… work harder,” she said, unconsciously gripping her blanket.

“Just tell me next time,” Inosuke huffed, catching Makoto off guard.

“You should tell me if something’s wrong! You’re my underling, it’s my job to look out for you,” he said, crossing his arms.

Staring at him, Makoto couldn’t help the broken laugh that fell from her lips.

“I’ll try to keep that in mind,” she said, her laugh lingering in her voice as she gave him a tired smile.

It wasn’t funny, none of this was, but the stress of everything had finally gotten to her. Her feelings of inferiority, her bittersweet dreams, the fight with the Frog Lord. 

It was all just so overwhelming. 

If she were just stronger - mentally, physically, it didn’t really matter - if she were just stronger! Maybe then, none of this would have happened.

Clenching her fists, she could feel her throat grow tight as she tried to hold back the tears.

Taking a deep breath, Makoto said, voice soft as she turned away, “It’s getting late. I’m sure you’re tired.”

Taking a second to absorb her words, Inosuke asked, “Are you sure you’re okay alone?”

Without thinking, she nodded, but as soon as he stood up, a strange feeling suddenly washed over her. Watching him make his way over to the door, unease crept its way into her limbs. The room seemed to only grow darker the farther Inosuke got from her, causing an anxiety-inducing panic to wash over her.

“W-wait a second…!” Makoto blurted out, her hand catching the back of his pants.

Turning to look at her, Inosuke quirked a brow.

“You need something?” he asked.

Watching her eyes dart to and fro, she hesitantly let him go, seemingly surprised by her own actions. Giving her a second to sort her words, Inosuke quietly waited.

“I-I… I don’t want to be alone right now…” she confessed, eyes shyly casting down.

Curiously cocking his head, Makoto seemed to grow increasingly antsy under his gaze.

“...W… W-Will you stay here with me…” she mumbled.

“Please?” she whispered under batted lashes.

Taking a second to think it over, Inosuke nodded, silently complying with her request. 

The two were quiet as they sat together, the air not heavy, but not exactly comfortable either. 

“Did you have a bad dream?” he asked, making himself comfortable next to her.

“You can say that…” she mumbled, eyes glued to her hands.

Eyeing her curiously, Inosuke wondered what she was thinking about. Her brows were furrowed and she looked concerned about something. Her hand moved to grab her haori before stopping and returning to her lap. She looked as if she were interrogating herself.

Despite knowing she was strong, he couldn’t help but think she looked so incredibly fragile at that moment. As if she’d break from the weight of her worries alone.

Spotting the damp towel that lay forgotten in her lap, a memory popped into his head.

“Hey,” he called, causing her to look at him.

“Ye-” cutting herself off, Makoto’s breath caught in her throat as Inosuke leaned towards her.

Having removed his mask, his big green eyes and close proximity caused Makoto’s heart to pound rapidly in her ears. Unable to stop the heat that rushed to her cheeks, she felt light when his fingers brushed her cheek, tucking her hair behind her ear.

Gently placing his forehead to hers, the low hum that rumbled in Inosuke’s throat caused Makoto’s heart to skip a beat.

“You’re heating up…” he grumbled, pulling away.

“Poncho said that when you’re sick, you can’t get too warm,” he said, grabbing the towel in her lap.

“O-Oh…” she mumbled, unable to tear her eyes away from him.

Gently touching her cheek, her face was indeed quite hot. Her fever must have been worse than she thought, that was probably why she was so flustered. Yeah, that was probably it.

Sheepishly thanking Inosuke as he placed the towel back onto her head, the two grew extremely quiet after that. 

Starting at the ceiling beams, Makoto’s pounding heart was all she could hear as she laid in bed.

Although grateful for his company, she was starting to wonder if she had made the right decision. No matter how hard she tried, she had a sinking feeling she wouldn’t be getting much sleep that night.

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Like the Sun and the Moon

Chapter 9: Reminiscence

Chapter Index

Inosuke braced himself for the sharp pain of Makoto’s blade when she suddenly changed tactics. Twisting her body, she snapped the katana back together before it could hit him.

Staring at her confused, the soft clank of wood reached his ears a second later. Eyes darting to the hairpin that laid on the floor, it had fallen out of his pocket while dodging her last attack. If Makoto had let her sword hit him, she would have paired the hairpin along with him. Grinning at the realization, Inosuke grabbed it before she could react.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! YOU ALMOST GOT HIM, STOP MESSING AROUND AND FINISHED THE JOB!” the Frog Lord screamed from behind them.

Seeing Makoto try to hide how her face twisted with panic at his words, Inosuke’s hatred for the demon only grew.

“OH SHUT UP YOU COWARD!” Inosuke barked back.

“Why don’t you come and fight me yourself instead of getting other people to do your dirty work?!” he challenged, pointing his sword at him.

The Frog Lord growled in frustration as Makoto swung at Inosuke once more, but he had the upper hand this time. Holding up the hairpin, Makoto’s body froze and she jumped back. 

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” the frog demon growled, croaking in anger.

Lunging back at Inosuke, Makoto’s swings grew more hesitant and sloppy as she tried to avoid hitting the hairpin. Distress and frustration crept its way onto her face with every miss swing.

Cackling, Inosuke ran full speed at her, swinging the hairpin around wildly. She froze, not knowing where to aim, the hairpin seeming to be everywhere at once. 

“JUST DIE ALREADY!” Makoto cried, swinging her blade. 

Dodging it with ease, Ionsuke found himself a little delighted at how her eyes widened when he popped up in front of her. Blowing a puff of steam into her face, he couldn’t help but grin like a mad man.

“Got you!” he giggled before sharply punching her in the gut.

Eyes widening, Makoto’s body lunged forward as she began to gag. Catching her before she could fall over, Inosuke would never admit the relief he felt when she threw up a large frog egg.

Snapping back to her senses, Makoto’s body was still shivering as her mind raced to remember what happened. Her body felt like lead from switching breathing forms so many times, and her mind felt like it was going to explode.

Feeling two wooden prongs scrape against her scalp, her head snapped up to find Inosuke staring back at her. Bring a shaky hand to the side of her head, she realized it was her hairpin.

“I-Inosuke…” she whispered, her mind racing to try and form words.

“You need to take better care of this if it’s so important to you… stupid,” he scolded, but somehow, his voice seemed softer than normal.

“GOD DAMN YOU! I’LL KILL YOU FOR WHAT YOU DID! I’LL KILL YOU, YOU HEAR ME!” the Frog Lord cried, frantically scratching his head and stomping his feet.

“That’s my bride, MY BRIDE YOU HEAR ME!” he croaked, throat bulging before a stream of acid flung towards them.

Shoving Inosuke down, Makoto wasn’t able to stop the hiss that slipped past her lips. Her fingers curled into Inosuke’s shoulders as some of the purple liquid landed and burned on her back. 

“Hey-!” 

“I’m fine!” she snapped, cutting her companion off as she pushed herself off him.

The clothes on her back softened the stinging just the slightest bit, but her heightened sense of touch didn’t make the pain any easier to handle. 

It was sensitive, which was what allowed her to feel the slightest changes around her, but that also meant injuries were that much more painful. 

Forcing herself to stand, Makoto didn’t have time for this. She could worry about how her body seemed to scream later because right now, there was someone she needed to stop first. 

Steadying her breathing, she pointed her blade at the Frog Lord as her eyes narrowed. 

“I’m already married. I’m sorry, but I’m ending this right here!” she declared.

“HA! SEE THAT YOU UGLY FROG! SHE DON’T WANT YOU!” Inosuke laughed, the smugness of his voice only pissing the demon off more.

“You…! ALL OF YOU ARE JUST LIKE THE REST! ALL YOU CARE ABOUT ARE LOOKS!” he screeched, tears swelling up in his large red eyes.

Spitting more poison acid, the two demon slayers dodged each clump, careful not to trip over the uneven floor. 

Panicking, the Frog Lord summoned the remainder of people under his control. The women exploded into the room from every corner, swinging their weapons. They mindlessly aimed for the two slayers, not caring who they’d hurt in the process.

Flicking her wrist, Makoto gave Inosuke a knowing smile as her blade expanded. 

Wrapping the back of her bladed whip around his torso, she used the remainder of her strength to fling him over the girls and towards the demon.

“Sleep Breathing, Second Form Modified!” she grunted between gritted teeth, ignoring the overwhelming pain that burned itself into her body.

Watching Inosuke fly towards him, the frog demon froze in fear. It was as if a wild boar was charging straight at him.

“Sixth Fang: Palisade Bite!” he cackled, slicing through the demon’s large and squishy neck.

Hands reaching up to touch the top of his neck, the Frog Lord’s body tumbled to the ground with his head. The second his head was cut off, the women under his control froze and began vomiting the amphibians in their stomachs. 

Rushing over to Inosuke, Makoto did her best not to stumble. They still needed to help the girls in the pods.

“Why…?” the Frog Lord croaked as his body began to crumble.

“It’s… It’s not fair!” he cried, vision blurry from tears.

“Why?! I try so hard, why does everybody hate me?!” he sobbed.

Turning to look at him, Makoto stopped Inosuke from saying something insensitive. Instead, she got him to start getting the trapped girls before their prison disappeared and they landed on top of each other. 

“I didn’t choose to be born ugly! I never wanted my face! I try so hard to show everyone I’m not what I look like, but nothing’s ever worked!” he cried.

“Even Tsuyu hated me!” he shouted before freezing, his mind suddenly full of questions.

Who was Tsuyu? Who was that? Why did it hurt so much when he thought about her?

Sheathing her sword, Makoto stopped working and took a step towards the crying demon. Feeling Inosuke grab her arm, she turned around to face him. She could feel his disapproving glare before he even said anything but she simply smiled at him. It was a small and sad smile, full of remorse and empathy.

Huffing after a second, Inosuke reluctantly let her go. Watching her approach the demon, he couldn’t understand why she insisted on showing him kindness, especially after what he did to her.

Sitting down on her knees, Makoto picked up the demon’s disintegrating head and held him close.

Looking up at her with wide eyes, the Frog Lord wasn’t able to stop the tears that continued to overflow.

“I’m sure that… Tsuyu doesn’t hate you,” she cooed, patting the demon’s head.

“But I… I hurt her…! After everything she did for me, I hurt her!” he croaked.

“I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding,” Makoto reassured him.

Taking deep breaths, Makoto spread the smell of her blood around the two of them. The soft floral smell caused the Frog Lord’s tears to slow as he closed his eyes.

In the sea of darkness, he stood all alone. He was dying, and now, he would go to Hell. Tears welled in his eyes again, as the fear clung to him. 

“I’m scared! I don’t want to be alone!” he cried, falling to his knees.

“Then let’s go together,” a soft voice offered, causing his head to snap up.

“Tsu… Tsuyu…?!” he murmured, unable to believe his eyes.

“Hi… Atsushi,” she smiled, kneeling down to meet his eyes.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” she laughed at his surprise.

“But… But why?! You shouldn’t be here! You should be happy with Brother in heaven! Why?! Why were you waiting for someone like me?!” he rambled, mind racing with questions. 

“I wanted to apologize,” Tsuyu confessed, placing a gentle hand on his head.

“I was never able to do that while alive. You were kicked out of the family because of me and… I’ve never been able to forgive myself for that,” she explained, eyes glossy.

“I’m sorry Atsushi, I was supposed to be your sister, and instead I ruined my best friend’s life,” she cried, engulfing him in her embrace.

Warm… It was warm in her arms. Holding her close, the Frog Lord’s from morphed back, back into the human he once was. Crying, he never wanted her to go.

Makoto sat in silence as the Frog Lord disappeared. Her hands hovering where his head once sat. 

“Thank you…” she heard him whisper, as the final part of his head turned to ash.

Arms falling limp, Makoto sat in solemn silence. She could feel Inosuke’s eyes on her, but she didn’t have the strength to move. Whether it was from the long fight they had just endured or the pain and suffering she felt from the Frog Lord before he died, she didn’t know and she didn’t want to.

Her eyes stung the longer she sat there. 

Bringing her hands together in prayer, Makoto could only hope from his goodbye that he and Tsuyu made up. That the two of them, and everyone he’s hurt could be luckier in their next lives.

Returning to their work, Inosuke propped the girls up against the wall while Makoto checked their vitals. Luckily they were all still alive, and unharmed form what she could tell. 

“Hey, I think I found the old man’s kid,” Inosuke called out, dragging a young boy towards her.

“What?” Makoto asked, astonished, running to his side.

Checking the boy’s vitals, Makoto was shocked that he was still alive. He was young, maybe 14 with pitch-black hair that framed a slender pale face. He was the spitting image of his father. 

Setting him with the rest of the women, Makoto suddenly felt pounding footsteps before she heard them. Running through the broken sliding doors, Aiko panted heavily. 

“Aiko!” Makoto gasped. She was different now. Her movements felt normal.

Amber eyes scanned the room before landing on the Young Lord’s body.

“Jun’ichi!” she cried, running towards him.

Falling to her knees, she grasped his hand tightly.

“Is he alive?! Please! Tell me!” she begged Makoto, eyes welling with tears.

“Yeah, he’s just passed out,” Makoto smiled softly at her, hoping it would reassure her.

“Thank the gods…!” she breathed, bringing his cool hand to her forehead.

“You dumbass! This is what happens when you push us away…!” she cried, scolding the unconscious boy.

“Hey, Monpocho,” Inosuke called out, looking at the broken doors.

Looking up, Makoto smiled at Lord Hisakawa. He was still and quiet, afraid to even breathe.

“It’s okay now. The demon’s gone, and your son’s alive. You can rest easy now,” she reassured him, beckoning him over.

Hesitantly entering the room, his eyes lingered on the chaos it had become. The tattered mates, Aiko over his son, the women that where being controlled, the demon slayer’s battered forms. Reaching his son, relief, and guilt washed over him. 

He had let that monster hurt so many people… 

Dropping to his knees, tears flowed from his eyes as he pressed his forehead on the ground.

“Thank you!” he croaked.

“Thank you for saving my son! Thank you for saving everyone here! Thank you so much!” he cried, unable to properly express his gratitude.

Softly placing her hands on his cheeks, Mokoto made him lift his head. Her smile was warm and genuine as the morning sun poured in through the tattered windows.

“Please, raise your head, we’re merely some passing swordsmen doing our job,” she said, quirking her head ever so slightly.

Tears slipping from his face, the guilt in Lord Hisakawa’s chest only grew as she reassured him. Despite everything he put her through, despite giving her up to that demon, Makoto saved Aiko and his son and held no ill-will towards him.

After having ensured everyone was safe and alive, Lord Hisakawa had insisted that Makoto and Inosuke stay until their wounds healed. Makoto was going to decline the kind offer when Insouke agreed for both of them.

Staring at him gobsmacked, Makoto’s eyes lit up in realization as a look of horror crossed her face.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry Inosuke! I should have realized,” she cried, guilt growing inside her.

“Hah?” he questioned, eyeing her suspiciously.

“You must be in a lot of pain, it was rude of me to deny you proper treatment,” she bowed, only unintentionally pissing the boy off.

“THIS IS FOR YOU STUPID!” Inosuke snapped, causing Makoto’s eyes to grow wide.

“For… me?” she repeated.

“Duh! You’re the one injured!” he huffed, crossing his arms.

“B-But Inosuke… You’re hurt-”

“These are just scratches! I’m not the one who got possessed or poisoned am I?” he snapped, interrupting her.

“You’re breathing’s been unsteady since you came back to your senses, and even now, you can barely keep yourself upright,” he said, causing Makoto’s eyes to widen.

Dumbfounded, she simply stared at the boy in front of her. She hadn’t realized how observant he was, noticing such things she thought she had hidden well. 

She couldn’t help but wonder, did he see right through her?

Glancing away and taking a step back, Inosuke grew incredibly uncomfortable the longer Makoto stared at him. It was unnerving how intensely she seemed to be watching him. Studying him as if he were some ancient artifact. It was weird, and he didn’t know what to make of it.

“What?! The poison’s finally gotten to your brain or something?” he snapped, breaking Makoto from her thoughts.

“Oh! No, sorry. I was just thinking,” she apologized, turning away.

The two didn’t talk much after that, instead, they were far too busy helping clean up.

After a doctor had checked up on them, Makoto and Inosuke were left alone in a spare room. The two were quiet as the night’s events finally began to settle.

Hazy memories of their fight resurfaced in Makoto’s mind. The memory of her ruthless attacks weighed heavily on her as she stole a glance at the boy next to her.

“How are you feeling? Do your wounds hurt?” she asked.

“Please, this is nothing!” he insisted, earning a small smile from the girl.

“That’s good to hear…” she mumbled.

Watching Makoto tuck a stray hair behind her ear, Inosuke couldn’t help but notice just how long it was. 

His eyes drifted up to the hairpin in her hair and thought back to their battle. It was clear that it was important to her, and he found himself wondering why. 

Rubbing his fingers together, Inosuke couldn’t help but eye Makoto’s hair again. It was so long and smooth looking, he kind of wanted to play with it.

Unconsciously bringing a hand up, Inosuke froze when Makoto suddenly stood up.

“I just remembered, there are some things I have to do. I’ll see later,” she waved, leaving him alone in the room.

Watching her leave, Inosuke couldn’t help the lingering feeling of disappointment that crept its way into him. Frowning, he walked onto the engawa and sat down.

Grumbling in mild frustration, he wasn’t sure what to make of the emotions she brought out of him.

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Like the Sun and the Moon

Chapter 8: Metamorphosis

Chapter Index

Entering one of the spare rooms, Makoto untied the string keeping the sleeves of her kimono back. Pulling out her uniform, she changed back, leaving the borrowed clothes in its place.

Stepping out into the hall, she had just finished spreading a sleeping drug throughout the house. Everyone should be asleep in their respective rooms by now, making it easier for her and Inosuke to work.

Opening a small gate in the back of the garden, she found him waiting for her.

“Took you long enough,” he huffed, handing her back her sword.

The sun was almost completely behind the horizon by now.

“I’m sorry,” Makoto sighed a laugh, moving to let Inosuke in.

“Let’s get going,” she smiled.

Making their way through the halls, Makoto explained everything she found out to Inosuke.

“But I’m not sure where the demon is exactly,” she confessed.

Opening his mouth to speak, Makoto suddenly pushed Inosuke to the wall, covering his mouth with her hand. He was about to push her off of him when she placed a finger to her lips. Eyes narrowing, they darted to the side as silence fell over them.

Makoto could feel the soft steps of someone moving in the estate. That shouldn’t have been possible, but she could feel them.

Focusing, Makoto’s eyes suddenly shot open as she realized they were coming closer. Shoving Inosuke into a nearby room, he growled as she signaled for him to stay silent before shutting the door.

“Ah! Makoto, there you are,” Aiko chipped, turning the corner.

Turning around, Makoto sheepishly laughed. A chill ran down her spine as Aiko stared at her. She had been giving her strange feelings all day, but the way her eyes seemed to have glossed over made every hair on her body stand on end.

“Akio, I’m sorry. I was a little lost. It seems I still need a little bit of time to get used to everything,” Makoto apologized, causing the other girl to laugh.

“It’s alright,” she chuckled.

“Anyway, I was looking for you. The Young Lord wishes to meet you,” Aiko explained, catching both Makoto and Inosuke’s attention.

“Oh?” Makoto inquired.

“The Young Lord’s finally feeling well enough to get out of bed, so he wishes to meet you,” Aiko smiled, grabbing the other’s hand.

“Come, I’ll take you!” she grinned, leading her away.

Glancing back, Makoto could see Insouke peek his head out of the door. Giving him a small smile, Aiko dragged her out of the corridor. She could only hope that Inosuke would be alright on his own a little longer.

The two were quiet as they walked. Makoto wasn’t sure what to make of everything. Aiko didn’t seem to notice her change of clothes or the sword that sat on her hip. Was she just pretending to not see or was there another reason? Not only that, but how was she still awake?

She couldn’t help but notice the way Aiko seemed to drag her feet. The young girl’s movements were almost sluggish as she dragged the demon slayer along.

Reaching the Young Lord’s room, Aiko called out, “My Lord, I brought her.”

“You are dismissed,” the Young Lord replied, before shifting his attention to Makoto, “Please, come in.”

Entering the room, every hair on Makoto’s body stood on end.

“Good evening my Lord,” Makoto bowed.

It took all of her strength not to shake. She didn’t even need to see him too tell. The way the room seemed to move underneath her made her stomach twist. The “Young Lord”’s voice was high pitched and almost nasally, it made her skin crawl. She could feel him leering at her.

It was the same stare from the garden that afternoon.

“Good evening. Makoto, correct?” he asked, his figure hidden behind a large paper screen.

“Yes,” she answered, swallowing the lump in her throat.

“Wha~ The old man was right, you are cute,” he cooed.

She had no idea how, but she was somehow able to keep herself looking calm. If not, she was sure the demon would have been able to taste her fear.

“Makoto, do you like frogs?” the Young Lord suddenly asked.

“You see, I saw what you did in the garden earlier,” he clarified before repeating, “Do you like frogs?”

She took a second to think. If she answered in a way to anger the demon, he may lash out, but if she answered correctly?

“I do. I know most girls find them disgusting, but I think they’re cute in their own way,” she softly laughed, forcing the corners of her lips to turn up.

The demon was silent for a minute, soaking in her words.

“That’s great!” he laughed.

“You really are great Makoto! Cute, and you like frogs? Just the greatest!” he complimented, clapping ever so eagerly.

“You also smell delicious…” he uttered under his breath.

Makoto could feel her breath hitch as she tried not to vomit. Tilting her head to the side, she smiled bashfully, thanking him for his kind words.

“Hey, what do you say about becoming my bride?” the Young Lord suddenly asked, standing up from his spot.

“What?” the words spilled out before she could stop herself.

“Gege, don’t be shy. Let’s get married, Makoto, what do you say?” he chuckled, not picking up on her distress.

Makoto was left stunned speechless. Sweating bullets, the prospect of marriage brought up memories a part of her wished to forget. Especially when it was coming from someone like him.

“I promise, I’ll make you happy,” he smiled, peeking out from behind the screen.

Somewhere in the manor, Inosuke easily dodged Aiko’s one-note attacks. Her hands held a kitchen knife and her eyes were glossed over as if possessed.

“I won’t let you interrupt my Lord!” she shouted, stumbling towards him once more.

Reaching for his swords, Makoto’s voice suddenly rang in Inosuke’s ears. No matter how much he just wanted to cut her down and move on, he’d never hear the end of it from her if he did.

An annoyed tisk left Inosuke’s lips as he continued to dodge. He refused to just run for it. Running was for cowards, and he was no coward! His only option was to knock her out, but every time he’d land a hit, she would just get back up.

A low growl escaped Inosuke’s throat as he easily knocked Aiko off balance before ramming his fist into her stomach. Eyes widening, she shivered and gagged as she collapsed to the floor.

“Crap, now I’ll never hear the end of it…” Inosuke grumbled, already hearing Makoto scolding him.

Aiko continued to dry heave until she threw up… a young frog?

Inosuke’s face twisted in disgust as he stabbed the tailed amphibian before it could escape.

“That’s fucking gross!” he gaged, watching it disintegrate.

“The… Young Lord…!” Aiko crocked, causing Inosuke’s head to snap up.

“Hah?!” he demanded, expecting her to get back up.

“More… with the Young Lord…” she gasped before passing out.

Staring at her flabbergasted, Inosuke waited and waited, but nothing happened.

Repeating her words in his mind, it took him a second to understand what she had meant. When it finally clicked, a large grin grew on his face.

Rushing towards the Young Lord’s room, young girls continued to try and intercept him. Getting past them was easy enough, it was just that there were so many! They came in waves, one after another. Not only that, but they never seemed to stay down, no matter how hard he hit them. It was annoying, but at least Aiko’s words seemed to be trustworthy.

Breaking through the sliding door, Inosuke was appalled by the sight in front of him. The Young Lord’s room was wrecked beyond belief. Tatters and tares littered the walls and floor, but what made Inosuke want to vomit were the large tubes in the back of the room. Normally hidden behind a paper screen that was now destroyed, they held pods of women. They were just floating there, curled into themselves. Who knew how long they had been there for.

Walking into the room, Inosuke found a wooden hairpin abandoned on the floor. Picking it up, he stared intently at the sakura blossom on it. Where had he seen this before?

“Momotaro!” Inosuke snapped his fingers, scanning the room for Makoto.

He nearly stopped breathing when he finally spotted her among the girls in the pods. Her hair surrounded her like a blanket, and her grip was loose on her unsheathed blade. It was expanded and wrapped around her like a serpent around its prey.

Even from behind the transparent green goo she was trapped in, Inosuke could see how deathly pale her face was.

Panic and anger rose inside him as he made his way towards her when more of the mind-controlled women tried to intercept him.

Irritation only grew as he dogged them, trying to get them out of his way without spilling any blood.

That was when he heard it. Snapping his head towards the back of the room, some of the egg pods began to crack. Slowly, the goo they were held inside slipped out and the girls emerged from their sacks. Covered in slime, their eyes were cloudy as they turned to Inosuke.

Cursing under his breath, they dashed towards him.

“Fuuuck! They never end!” he growled.

Hearing someone laughing behind him, Insouke turned to find a short green frog demon by the egg sacks. His clothes were elaborate and probably cost a fortune. Bright hues of yellow and orange splotches littered the top of his head and spread to his back.

The Young Lord’s throat bulged and expanded as he croaked. His grin, just as slimy as his green skin.

Clutching his fits, Inosuke grinned, “There you are!”

Rushing towards him, the Frog Lord’s smirk never wavered as a slew of women jumped in front of him. Inosuke was just going to cut through them when Makoto’s voice rang out in his head again. Dodging, they forced Inosuke away from the back of the room.

Cursing under his breath, he was getting ticked off. How the hell was he supposed to defeat them if he couldn’t hurt them?! This was stupid and cowardly! He needed to think! Think dame it, think of something! What were their weaknesses? What made them stay down?! He couldn’t spend all night playing tag, he needed to th-

Wait… this wasn’t like him. What was he doing?

Watching the women under his control charge towards the boar headed demon slayer, the Frog Lord’s smile faltered when Inosuke suddenly punched one of the girls in the gut. Panic rose inside him as he watched her throw up one of his frogs before collapsing.

“Wha… WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” he screeched, horrified.

But Inosuke simply cackled, dodging the girls with ease and knocking them down.

“BRING IT ON!” Inosuke laughed.

Yeah, this was more like it! Why did he care if Makoto got mad? It’s this dumb thinking that got her caught in the first place!

If they didn’t stay down after the first punch, just punch them harder! It was as simple as that!

Charging for the Frog Lord, Inosuke used the back of his blades to fling the girls away from him, clearing a path.

Trying to escape, the Frog Lord ran, only for Inosuke to give chase. Spinning around, the demon’s throat bulged before he shot poison out of his mouth. Inosuke simply dodged and sliced the demon’s throat, causing the purple liquid to squirt and spill.

Collapsing to the ground, Inosuke ignored how the Frog Lord squirmed on the floor, his poison burning through the tatami mats. He had more important matters to attend to.

Remembering Makoto was still in one of the egg sacks, he ran over to her. Bringing up his swords, he sliced through the thick pod, thankful for his jagged blades. He was pretty sure a smooth sword wouldn’t have been able to get a good grip on something so slimy and soft.

The egg sack’s solution spilled onto the floor as he reached inside. It was so thick, Insouke had a hard time pulling her out. He ignored the way the goo made him want to gage and shoved both his arms in, grunting as he pulled her away from the goo.

Panic only grew inside him, however, when he found that she wasn’t breathing, even after wiping the slime off her face.

“Hey…! Hey, wake up! Wake up already!” he shouted, shaking her shoulders roughly.

Silence…

Inosuke couldn’t stop the way his fingers trembled as he watched her limp body. Her face was so pale and her skin was cold. Her hands weren’t warm like he was used to, and that scared him.

The gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach only grew as a single question popped into his mind.

Did he take too long?

“Makoto, wake up! Wake up damn it!” he yelled, trying hard to ignore the stinging in his eyes.

Suddenly, Makoto’s body hunched over itself as she gasped for air. Her body shivering as she coughed roughly.

Seeing her finally respond, a sense of relief watched over him as he held her close. His grip strong enough to squeeze the air she just got out of her lungs.

“Don’t scare me like that!” Inosuke shouted, scolding her as he pulled away.

Catching her breath, Makoto hesitantly pushed Inosuke away as her other hand inched towards her sword. Not catching the name she had just muttered, Inosuke opened his mouth when he heard the faintest of whispers.

“Run…!”

Snapping her head up, Makoto’s whip-like blade forced Insoke to harshly jump back as it just grazed him.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” he snapped, dodging her attack.

But Makoto didn’t respond, she just continued to swing her blade, forcing Inosuke back towards the entrance of the room.

This wasn’t right, her eyes were just like the others.

Cackling, the Frog Lord grinned, his throat healed good as new.

“She can’t hear you!” he sang.

“She’s mine now!” he laughed maniacally, moving to slump over Makoto’s now still form.

He clung to her possessively, leering at her before using his long tongue to lick the side of her cheek.

Inosuke though he was going to scream watching them. The sweet smile Makoto gave that disgusting frog made him want to throw up.

Fists clenched tightly, Inosuke demanded, “HOW THE HELL ARE YOU STILL ALIVE! I CHOPPED OFF YOUR HEAD!”

The Frog Lord’s shrill laugh made Inosuke want to rip that demon to shreds and then burn him alive a hundred times over again!

“Really? Did you really cut my head off?” the Frog Lord croaked, his thick throat bulging.

“Darling~” he called, causing Makoto to turn to him.

“Tell me, is a single sword enough to cut off my head?” he mused.

“Of course not!” she chipped.

“But that doesn’t matter,” she added on, turning to the demon and cupping his cheeks.

“Because I promise, I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you… Always…”

Eyes widening, despite knowing that she was under the demon’s control, Inosuke couldn’t help the anger that bubbled up inside him at her words. They just came out too smoothly, as if she had rehearsed it.

Yet… Inosuke couldn’t help but feel like her promise… was meant for someone else…

“What the hell are you saying Monpacho?! Do you even realize who you’re talking to?!” Inosuke shouted.

“Are you really going to try and protect that demon!” he demanded, ignoring the glare she shot him.

Charging at her, Makoto’s face only grew darker.

“What would you know? You wouldn’t understand even if you tried!” Makoto shouted, lunging herself at him.

Jumping back, Inosuke couldn’t get close. Makoto’s toothed whip prevented him from approaching them.

“I can’t fight head-on,” she had told him. She wasn’t strong enough.

Inosuke couldn’t help but scoff at the memory. It didn’t take a genius to see how well she held herself in battle. A weapon like hers had to be hard to use without cutting yourself in the process, and yet she wielded it like another arm.

Like a magnet, Makoto’s blade flew towards Inosuke. He was just barely able to roll out of the way when her sword smashed into the ground, sending splinters into the air.

He had to rely on pure instincts to dodge as she just continued to release attack after attack. Her emotions fueled her drive, making each swing that much stronger and that much faster.

Finally getting used to Makoto’s Sleep Breathing techniques, Inosuke couldn’t help but grin. Charging at her once more, she suddenly jumped. Flying over him, Makoto’s body twisted as she snapped her sword back together. Swinging it, strong gale winds suddenly emerged from her sword, shredding everything in its path.

Stunned, Inosuke was frozen as her attack missed, grazing the side of his face and cutting a few strands of the fur on his mask.

Looking back over his shoulder, he watched as her feet reached the ground.  It was as if she were defying gravity as she landed with a soft thump. Her long untied hair flowing and falling behind her like a cape.

“Wind Breathing, Seventh Form: Gale - Sudden Gusts,” she flatly said, her normally gentle eyes cold and cruel.

Inosuke didn’t have time to figure out what just happened however, as Makoto attacked once more. Swinging her blade at him, Inosuke dodged the claw-like winds that flew towards him.

Finally calming down from the initial shock, Inosuke couldn’t help the growl that slipped past his lips. Just as he was getting used to her Sleep Breathing, she switched to a different breath. Charging at her once more, he was ready to take on whatever wind she sent his way when she changed again.

“Sleep Breathing, Six Form: Jolt,” she uttered.

Eyes widening, Inosuke somehow managed to jump out of the way, landing behind her.

The two continued this back and forth for what felt like forever. Dodging, attacking, missing, swinging.

Despite this, Inosuke couldn’t help but find their fight somewhat fun at the same time.

Makoto’s ragging emotions finally allowed him to tell where she was aiming, and the goo that still clung to her concealed the special smells she used in battle. Nothing was holding him back, it was just him and the adrenaline of battle.

Still, he could only imagine how much harder this fight would have been if he didn’t have those handicaps.

He couldn’t help but grin at the thought. He wasn’t letting her use the “I’m weak” excuse anymore, not after this.

Dogging was all Inosuke could do for the time being. Every time he found an opening it was broken a second later, and every time he swung at her, Makoto simply dodged.

The two were in a stalemate.

Swinging at him once more, Inosuke jumped back, only for Makoto’s sword to suddenly shoot out. It was too fast, he was going to get stabbed before he could dodge!

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Like the Sun and the Moon

Chapter 7: As Tough As An Acorn

Chapter Index

Once the two finally made it to town, Makoto took the opportunity to restock on supplies. Even after everything she made that morning, Inosuke had eaten the rest of her rations while traveling.

“What’s taking so long?!” he whined as he followed Makoto through the market square. 

Picking up a carrot, Makoto gave an apologetic smile to the stall owners as she paid.

“Sorry, just a little longer alright?” she apologized to him before an idea popped into her head.

“Hey, Inosuke, while I shop, why not keep an eye out? If there’s something you want, I’ll be more than happy to get it for you,” Makoto suggested, moving to the next stall.

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Like the Sun and the Moon

Chapter 6: Sweet Dreams and Waking Nightmares

Chapter Index

Walking down the road, Makoto silently kept pace with Inosuke as they headed to the next town. Asuka flew ahead of them, keeping a keen eye on Inosuke. 

Crossing her arms and quirking her head, Makoto pondered on their next mission. Young women have been going missing or acting weird after working for the town’s landowner. If the demon was where she thought it’d be, then the duo found themselves in a predicament. 

“Oi, Makataro,” Inosuke suddenly called, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“Yes?” she answered as Asuka flew back to her.

Giggling slightly as he landed on her arm, she rubbed the top of his head as he glared daggers at the other boy.

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Like the Sun and the Moon

Chapter 5: A Mother’s Sorrow

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As the last rays of light finally disappeared behind the horizon, Makoto gave a quick prayer at the shrine, apologizing to the god for what was about to ensue.

Inosuke sat impatiently waiting, his irritation growing by the second. All he’s been doing since pairing up with Makoto was waiting and he was getting annoyed. He wanted to fight, not sit around!

“Hey! Kontomo! How much longer do I gotta-!” but he cut himself off as the sound of rippling water caught their ears.

Eyes darting to the shore, Makoto stood up, placing a hand on the hilt of her katana.

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Like the Sun and the Moon

Chapter 4: So Your Plan Is Bath Bombs?

Chapter Index 

Reaching the edge of the hill, the village below looked extremely large compared to the lake next to it. It wasn’t small, but not huge either. Despite this, however, it was beautiful and had many boats out on its shimmering blue waters. What really made it so special, however, was the small island that sat not too far from the coast. It housed a small shrine and had a bridge connecting it back to the mainland.

“What are ya doing!? Hurry it up!” Inosuke shouted, already halfway down the road.

“Ah- Coming!” Makoto apologized, chasing after him. 

Entering the village, Makoto ignored the odd looks the two of them received from the townsfolk. It wasn’t like she could really blame them. Her hair alone would have caught some eyes, but she looked normal compared to the boy next to her.

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Like the Sun and the Moon

Chapter 3: An Unexpected Meeting

Chapter Index

My dearest Makoto, 

Although I still can’t comprehend why you’re so insistent on being a demon slayer, I’m relieved that you survived Final Selection. Having said that, if the next time I see you and you are missing a limb just like Old Man Shiro, I will personally wring BOTH of you by the ears.

Life over here has not changed much from last we wrote. The village is as peaceful as ever, but it’s a little lonely without you here.

The elders often ask about you. They miss you and wish you good health. Grandma Ayame especially so. She often brags to me about how talented you were with the shakuhachi and wants to know if you’ve been practicing. She says that when you come back, that she’s expecting a performance. 

Honestly, I’m a little jealous of how much the old folks love you, but that’s to be expected I suppose. 

Grandpa Kenji still wants you to marry Soma as well. He often gets into fights with Grandpa Takehiko whenever it comes to that. Saying Soma would be a better husband for you than Yori. Haha, aren’t you lucky having so many suitors?

All jokes aside, they worry about you, so make sure to keep in touch. Don’t forget that this is your home too. I’m sure everyone would be excited to see you again, even if you’re just dropping by, so come visit soon. 

Yours truly, Yuuki Nakano

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Like the Sun and the Moon

Chapter 2: The Moon Raises

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With a swift swing of her blade, Makoto cut the net the boy was trapped in, allowing him to drop back down to the ground.

Bowing deeply towards him, she offered a smile while apologizing.

“I’m so sorry about that. My name’s Makoto Sasaki, what’s your name?” she asked, tilting her head while grabbing something from within her kimono.

“Heh,” he laughed, grabbing his swords.

“I’m the great Inosuke Hashibira, the god of the mountain!” he declared, boastfully pointing to himself.

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Like the Sun and the Moon

Chapter 1: When Night Comes

Chapter Index

Makoto steadied herself as she continued to take deep breaths. Closing her eyes, she could feel the blood flowing under her skin to her muscles. Letting out a slow, long breath, she swung her blade, twisting with each turn and slicing the air around her. Her footwork was light and delicate as she practically danced around the training field. 

Despite how much her lungs burned and her body ached, she pushed forward. Even if she was unable to control her breathing like this all day, she could at least try to break her record of a few hours. 

Feeling the hair on the back of her neck rise, Makoto’s eyes narrowed as she spun around. Freezing, her wooden blade stopped just before it made contact with the neck of the graying haired man behind her.

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Like the Sun and the Moon

[Inosuke Hashibira/OC]

*Manga Spoilers”

If she were a beautiful sakura tree, then he was the sun that shined above her. But when the sun sets, when her sun is no longer there, she is plunged into a lonely twilight. In this darkness, she finds herself missing him. Missing the warmth, the light, longing for the comfort he once brought, but the sun has already left, and he was never coming back. If she were a lonely sakura tree, then he was the moon that glowed above her. No matter the dangers night might bring, he is the one to show that not all may be as it seems, that there is still light. In this darkness, the two of them meet. Unsure of tomorrow, his moonlight is what leads her through the shadows, which shows her that there is still beauty that is held within the confines of night. If she were a sakura tree, then she was a gentle and fragile thing. Surrounded by people, but fading quickly, her flowers are fleeting. Standing alone her sun is gone, but standing alone she meets the moon. Both beautiful celestial beings, both giving her light, both being nothing like the other.

Chapter Index:

Chapter 1: When Night Comes

Chapter 2: The Moon Raises

Chapter 3: An Unexpected Meeting

Chapter 4: So Your Plan Is Bath Bombs?

Chapter 5: A Mother’s Sorrow

Chapter 6: Sweet Dreams and waking Nightmares

Chapter 7: As Tough As An Acorn

Chapter 8: Metamorphosis

Chapter 9: Reminiscence

Chapter 10: Prettier Than Any Sakura Tree

Chapter 11: Love Is Bittersweet

Chapter 12: He’s Why

(to be continued)

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The Simple Things (Tamaki/OC - Oneshot)

Combining her long, pale green hair, Tsukiko couldn’t help but hum a little tune. After all, today was the day! The day she had been looking forward to it for so long. There was nothing that could put her down, after all, all her dreams of romance and love were about to come true!

“You seem to be in a good mood.”

Spinning around, Tsukiko gave a toothy grin to her friend.

“Bibi, I am! How has your morning been?” Tsukiko chirped.

“It’s been going well,” Bibimi laughs, taking out her lipstick.

“How have you bee-”

“Ecstatic!” Tsukiko exclaimed, not even letting her finish her sentence.

“You know, today’s Valentine’s Day,” Tsukiko said, leaning on the counter.

“Is that so?” Bibimi asked, amused.

Opening her lipstick, Bibimi stopped halfway through putting it on, unable to help herself from laughing at Tsukiko’s eager face. Bouncing on her heels, the green-haired girl was practically screaming “ask me what I’m planning”.

Rolling her eyes, she bit the bait.

“Are you planning any-”

“I’m going to do it!” Tsukiko interrupted, unable to contain her excitement.

“I think it’s time, it’s going to be grand and romantic. I’m going to tell him at lunch after I give him the gift I got. I spent days-no, weeks picking it out; months maybe? Either way, I’m pretty sure he’ll love it! Roses will be blooming, the sun shining, birds singing! It’s going to be perfect, so romantic and adorable that it’ll make you want to vomit,” she explained, hooking her arm around the other’s neck as she laid out her imaginary scene.

“If all goes according to plan, that is,” Bibimi chuckled at the girl.

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