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Giyuu returns from his mission.
A hallucinogenic demon. Giyuu grips his haori tighter.
The demon had made him believe that it was him. Two weeks before Valentines, as well. The exact day that he died.
Giyuu slinks off into the shadows, making a B-line for his mansion. The stars twinkle in the sky, as if mocking him for his vulnerability. Giyuu sits alone in the dark of his mansion, sorrow and guilt biting at the edges of his vision. He doesn’t know how much more he can take. The cracks are already beginning to expose themselves. His eyes are raw with emotion. It'll be fine. Everything’ll be fine. Only a few more weeks of this. Then he can join him. No one will miss him anyway. There's no one left to miss him. The world will keep spinning, no matter if he’s alive or not.
A week passes.
The clock is ticking.
It starts becoming harder to convince himself that everything’ll be okay.
Whenever someone talks to him, their voice warps, as if his head is permanently underwater. Sluggishly, when he has nothing to do, he often wanders around headquarters, or zones out, staring at objects that remind him of… S a b i t o. Giyuu’s all alone in his bedroom, the blinds pulled down, the entire scape darkened, not only from the time of day, but from his storm-cloud of emotion. He numbly stares at his haori, which he holds in his cold hands. The fabric holds years of memories, love, friendship, and death between its stitches. He runs his stalky fingers down Tsutako's side, then Sabito's, feeling… completely empty and apathetic. He felt as if he had nothing to give, as if just the sheer act of living was weighing him down. He then smiles to himself. It’s okay.
Only a few more days.