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Chapter 1: Endless blue
SANEMI’S POV:
Oh how he loves him.
Everything about him is perfect.
From his spiky black hair and sea blue eyes, his tall, pale and muscular form with those pretty lightly freckled cheeks that just prove he's a foreigner to his mix matched green and gold abstract way to distracting haori that he used to hate but now would do anything to see that green and gold monstrosity.
Tears pricked at his eyes at the thought of that gorgeous man he’d never see again.
‘Cause YOU froze. And YOU didn’t stop him in time.’ His brain unhelpfully supplied.
The tears that had previously been threatening to fall finally did with no foreseeable end in sight.
“F00CKK!!!!” He yelled in sadness and anger; the only emotions he's allowed himself to feel since that terrible day not quite long enough ago.
The sound hashira and the earth hashira have been staying in a guest house in the wind estate since they noticed the wind hashiras amount of scars multiplied even while off duty.
The sound hashira listened for a bit before making a decision on how to approach the explosive wind hashira, though he sincerely cared for his brother in arms.
He was listening for barely two minutes when he started to hear quavering in between rather loud sobs in the other hashiras main bedroom, his heart softened when he finally realized what the other man is crying about, so he decided to walk over and talk to him.
Sanemi heard footsteps approaching his house so he tried to calm the rapidly falling tears in an attempt on a normal appearance as he opened the door a bit. “What do you want, you shiny headdress?” Sanemi snaps out, but it honestly fails to be aggressive like he hoped.
“Heyy, I was wondering if you’d go on a walk with Gyomei, me?” Tengen asks hopefully.
“No.” Sanemi answers as he slams the door shut.
~~ 8 months prior~~
Sanemi was yelling about some rat demon that was an ashhole as we were walking to the part of the forest no one has been back from in multiple decades, looking for demons when. I suddenly hear a twig snap in the distance.
Sanemi also notices so he quiets down and unsheaths his blade, in sync with Tomioka, Sanemi and the demon ended up fighting each other for a good while before the demon noticed Tomioka though none of these poor hashiras noticed the sudden but soft snap in the air and the sweet sweet smell of hibiscus until there was a claw sliding against Tomiokas throat, as he coughed he barely say the blood falling as he passed out falling into a endless unstoppable slumber. Sanemi wanted to immediately for every demon in the world to burst into flames when he saw Tomioka fall but he had to kill what he thought was only 2 demons but turned out to be a whole hoard of over 15 demons so by the time Sanemi was able to stop fighting Tomiokas throat had stopped bleeding before the wound and the blood surrounding completely coagulated, knowing wounds as Sanemi did he knew there was little chance for tomioka to be saved but still he bound the wound to keep it clean as he picked the taller thinner man up and ran to his own closer estate.
Sanemi was determined to keep the –way to light for his own good– man of his dreams, alive.
He wasn’t to let him die as he did when he couldn’t help Kanae.
GIYUU’S POV:
Tomioka wasn't fully dead yet, he could still hear and feel yet, though the cold was seeping into his bones and paralyzing his muscles wasn't so helpful he felt something warm wrap its way around his deadly wound, though he wasn’t certain he was convinced he could feel of a warm hand holding his upper back and his mid thigh.
He tried to force his body to move but the most that would move right now was NOT important whatsoever.
He suddenly felt a jolt stop from the prior constant fast moving, though everything else was heating up in the endless black prison he found himself in, he himself was sinking further and further into the cold freezing depths.
Before he was to give up on fighting the coldness he heard the simplest of words in the gruffly soft voice he wished he could hear forevermore.
“제발, 내 사랑 나를 떠나지 마세요…” The voice kept repeating the same sentence in every language he himself knows.
“por favor, mi amor no me dejes…”
"please, my love don't leave me..."
“お願いです...私の愛が私から離れないでください....”
“proszę... kochanie, nie zostawiaj mnie....”
"por favor, mi amo...” the voice hitched as he felt a little more breath being drawn into the unconscious man's lungs.
Before tomioka was able to move a finger his body felt like he was plunged into the arctic ocean during a polar vortex up in russia.
“AAAAHHHH” he screamed as he suddenly sat up panting viciously….