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Salmon with some strong emotions (and daikon of course)

Summary:

The enemies embark on their journey of uncalm howling wind and stoic waves. They go through a lot of bumbs along the very long road filled with a lot of pranks and poorly timed intimate and lustfull moments. There is the occasional meddling person of course but at the end it all works out amazingly.

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Chapter 1: The first (not planned) step

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The wind howled softly among the grass ,somehow greener than the previous day. He would know

 

The wind hashira came here every day.He sat under the sakura tree as he tried to remember his mother's laugh,his sisters dolls,even his father's screams

 

It helped him heal,in remembering the pain,the fear and anger. By trying to not be the same by remembering what it was actually like.

 

But not everyone could heal

 

Some were destined to have their sorrow flow endlessly like a wild river,never being able to be tamed. That was the case for the blue eyed man. His eyes were the same shade as spring waters and his hair flowed like them, gracefull and delicate like it could break and shatter. Like pretty porcelain or expensive China. But his soul was long broken, replaced by that never ending dread that felt like drowning in the same waters he looked so full of grace calm and never ending happiness.

 

Like the same waters which the sakura tree needed to grow.
Today was a good day for Shinazugawa Sanemi, he spared with his friend. His pet, Kaburamaru really unnerved him at times, but of course he would never admit that. He believed he should be strong like never breaking steel and he looked and acted the part as best as he could

 

But today it felt less like acting and more like normalcy, and he didn't know if it made him feel better or scared him that he could never go back to the calming flavor of the ohagi his mother prepared or the promise he made with his brother. But that was fast interrupted when his crow informed him of a mission-
Around three days in a west village with a camouflage demon...he tuned out the details until he heard something that made his perfect day spoil like spilled ink on an perfect luxury white kimono
"Kaw Kaw! With the water hashira tomorrow morning! Kaw Kaw!"

 

Fuck.

 

That stupid freak was the last thing he needed right now

 

Or so he thought....