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2023-08-26
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moonsickness

Summary:

The new upper moon five is here, and most of the others have very strong opinions about him.

Chapter 1

Notes:

i love life(actively crying because of math homework)

Chapter Text

"We have a new upper moon five."

Douma and Akaza made eye contact, while Kokushibo and Nakime didn't falter for a moment. A new demon dropped from the ceiling after Nakime strung her biwa, and he immediately kneeled and bowed in the presence of Muzan. 

"This is Giyuu. You best get acquainted."

Muzan transformed into a little girl and walked away, followed by several strums of upper four's biwa. The new demon looked around, his black hair flowing over his shoulder as he stood up once again. His eyes shone brightly, the black kanji in his eyes breaking the blue light behind them. 

Douma was the second to stand up. "So, Giyuu, just how powerful are you?" As he questioned him, he walked nearer and nearer to Giyuu.

Giyuu didn't back off. "I like to think I'm rather strong."

"Oh, you're confident! Nakime, we might have someone coming for your spot!" Nakime didn't respond, nor did Giyuu. Akaza was also silent as he stood up as well. The group looked between each other as Douma continued to circle Giyuu, examining his half-and-half haori very intently before deciding he would press him on it. "So, you were a demon slayer? Before you died, that is!"

"I was."

Douma went behind him and traced the seam down the middle of his haori. "Why is your haori split in two?"

"They were patterns two of my dead loved ones wore."

"Who were they?"

"My childhood friend and my sister."

Douma decided to brush off the intense trauma that this demon likely suffered in his years alive. "Do you have a sword?" He also asked, ignoring the obvious sword on the demon's side.

Giyuu gestured to his sword. "I do."

Douma grinned, hiding an agitated expression as he went back in front of Giyuu. This new demon wasn't doing much of anything here, just curtly answering the questions Douma posed to him. How did he even make it to upper rank five?! Was a thought that rang across the other demons' heads, but suddenly he spoke once again. It was just as though he knew exactly when they all thought he would never speak to them if not spoken to.

"I killed many demons in my time as a demon slayer. It makes me… upset. I was a hashira for several years."

They weren't sure of what he meant by 'upset,' and yet they understood very well. If Giyuu used to be a hashira, then he'd either killed someone that used to be among them, or at least fifty of their kind. Because he was a hashira for years, he probably killed hundreds of demons, and definitely at least one of the twelve kizuki.

"Wait, were you the one that killed Rui?" Akaza suddenly asked, a hint of anger in his voice. Rui was young. A child, at least in comparison to Akaza or Douma. He had only spent twenty years as a demon, and then this nobody hashira comes by and kills him. And this hashira turns around and becomes a demon?! It enraged them, but they all tried their best not to show it.

"Yes, I was. I sincerely apologize."

They couldn't believe it. This man, this demon that somehow made it to be upper rank five, bowed to them. And he didn't just meagerly tip his head, either, he was nearly about to topple over if he leaned any further down.

He was upset, and he clearly wasn't happy that he'd killed Rui, but this was a bit much. Taken aback, even Douma didn't have any snide comments or quasi-romantic remarks to make. 

"You bastard–" Akaza started to walk towards Giyuu, but couldn't make it before Kokushibo interrupted. 

"Now, Akaza, don't get violent. Douma, don't be bothering the recruit. Giyuu, I hope you settle in well with the rest of the kizuki."

But Giyuu had made it halfway across the room by the time Akaza had stopped moving, he'd clearly jumped and made it as far as possible to avoid fighting with him.

"I'll try my best."

Douma replied, "I'm sure we'll get along just fine."

Chapter 2

Summary:

Douma's temple stands out against the forest, a lot.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Douma's temple stands out against the forest, a lot. A bright building with several statues around it is definitely a lot different than the darkness of the forest it resides in. So a demon wandering around looking for food in the aforementioned forest would take notice of that building.

However, those were Douma's feeding grounds. Giyuu didn't know that, though, he was quite a new demon simply wandering the area. He had only recently heard that Douma even had a temple, and a cult to go along with it.

And the door opened. A shining light beamed down onto his face as he passed the building, and he paused to look up at who opened the door. Douma, smiling in faux-joy, held onto the door handle.

"Giyuu! Didn't expect to see you here! Did you come to see me?"

"I did not, Douma. As a matter of fact, I didn't know your temple was in this forest."

He opened the door wider, allowing the white and blue interior to show and reflect a light outside that almost resembled the sun itself, as though Douma shone just as brightly. "Oh! Well, please come in!" As he spoke, he beckoned Giyuu towards the entrance.

"No, it's perfectly okay. I'll be out of your way."

Douma exited the doorway, grabbing onto Giyuu's arm. "No, I insist."

"If I must." In reality, Douma was digging his nails into his arm, nearly being able to draw blood. There was nowhere that Giyuu could go without making a gash in his arm, and he'd rather not heal that with not eating for as long as he has.

They both made their way through the temple, passing a few young women wearing long white kimonos and little girls following behind them in matching outfits. A noticeably non-existent population of men made both him and Douma stand out greatly.

Giyuu was led to a room, purple and red tones noticeable even with the lights dim. There was a stage on the far wall, a plush-looking chair in the center of it. Douma sat down on the aforementioned chair, face looking foux-playful and faux-joyous. 

“Giyuu, please take a seat! I’d love to have a chat with you, so stay a while!” Douma’s entire demeanor reeked of malice, and yet Giyuu sat down on the ground, on his legs. It was as though he had no fear of upper moon 2. 

“What would you like to talk with me about?” Giyuu’s expression remained emotionless, continuing to look up at Douma. “I’m sure you could tell in our first conversation, but I’m not a very interesting person to chat with.”

Douma was beginning to look a bit annoyed. “I wanted to ask you a few questions, given that you're a new recruit. I’d love to get to know you!”

“Then ask.” Giyuu’s eyes began to wander, slightly bored.

“Why do you act in the way you do? That standoffish attitude isn't going to get you any friends, y’know!”

“I know that very well. I act the way I do because Lord Muzan has granted me access to the memories I gained when I was alive.” He met Douma's eyes as he spoke, the bright blue pupils behind his kanji pupils allowing him to look menacing. “I acted the same way I do now as I did when I was living as a hashira, and before that as well.”

Douma was shocked, utterly so. Muzan would grant this newbie memories of his past life, but not any of the other upper moons?

“And why would Master Muzan do that for you? What would you do for him in return?”

“I have information that will help him kill the last sun user.”

Douma's eyes widened upon hearing this. Giyuu would be much more useful than he thought.

Notes:

Yet another short chapter... Giyuu is so silly!

The first chapter of this got a lot more popular than I expected! I hope all readers that return really enjoy!