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Surrounded by gingko leaves in what seemed to be a white atmosphere the Uppermoon One demon stood. He hadn’t known how long he has been standing there his mind was clouded with a misty haze, with the only memories he can recall was his death.
Yes his death. He was up against three hashiras along with another Demon Slayer. It was a battle Kokushibo could easily win with his rank of Uppermoon 1, and yet here he was. The Demon Slayers were what Kokushibo can only describe as persistent insects, no matter how many times he swatted them they kept coming back.
In the end The Demon Slayers won and his body pathetically crumbled in a way that Kokushibo proclaimed as miserable as he was man with high pride. Kokushibo senses a new presence a familiar one he felt as though he knew behind him. It only took a few seconds for Kokushibo to finally realize why the presence was so familiar.
Reluctantly turning his head he discovered he couldn’t bear see the man he spent both his human and demon lives despising. He couldn’t bear see the man he held a deep guilt, regret and self loathing for ever since that faithful night when the moon was as red as blood.
His multiple eyes rested on a child with untidy maroon hair akin to his own, deep ruby-red eyes and his red flame scars on his forehead. “Yoriichi” He voiced struggling to find words to speak. The boy now know as Yoriichi smiled brightly, eyes sparkling with love and adoration and Kokushibo’s heart clenched and ached with remorse and pain because-
He doesn’t deserve it the way, Yoriichi looked up to him as if he hung the stars and moon themselves.
Gingko leaves passed swiftly around the two brothers before the child figure of Yoriichi soon changed to his current adult form with his hair longer and pulled back to a ponytail. His hanafuda earrings swayed as a silence overtook the men. Kokushibo can barely feel his demonic features slowly transform back to when he was a human.
Yoriichi softly smiled as Kokushibo’s eyes watered. A few tears spilt out as Kokushibo kept muttering Yoriichi’s name like a broken CD player. “Brother it seems the sun has shone on us again’ Yoriichi said gently raising his hand beckoning for Kokushibo to come closer.
And Kokushibo stepped one foot in front of the other suddenly finding it difficult to find the courage to approach Yoriichi. Kokushibo’s desire of wanting to be by his brother once again promoted him to find the strength to trudge to his twin despite his stumbles his eyes solely locked on Yoriichi.
Finally after what seemed to be an eternity he found himself face to face with his dear little brother. Yoriichi reached down and gingerly held Kokushibo’s trembling hand squeezing it. Yoriichi was startled a bit when Kokushibo launched at him and held on to him as if he was a life support.
Quickly getting out of his shock Yoriichi placed a hand on Kokushibo’s back rubbing circles and many shapes on it as Kokushibo cried endlessly on his shoulder. Apologies and ‘I’m sorrys’ ran from his mouth like an open faucet. All the pain, grief, and sadness Kokushibo held in the deep pits of his heart were now pouring out. He didn’t even care if it made him seem ‘less than a man’. By then Kokushibo’s sobs has ceased however his hold on Yoriichi didn’t disperse.
His name wasn’t Kokushibo it was something different. Michikatsu. That was his name. That was the name that was given to him. He felt that perhaps he couldn’t make up to what he has done to Yoriichi but maybe one day he could.
For now he just wanted to be in the arms of his brother. “Brother” Michikatsu let out a hum to ensure he was listening.
“In our next life let’s be brothers again”