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The Tides Of War

Ship: Giyuu Tomioka X Tanjirou Kamado (GiyuTan)

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, and Violence

Was recommended by @anti_sxcial. Is a Demon Tanjirou and Demon Giyuu. Enjoy and be sure to leave me feedback and more requests/ideas! Always open to them.

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A light mist rolled over the woods, keeping it oddly sheltered from the setting sun. The looming darkness was making each step taxing for the Demon slayer, who had stumbled more than once. Grace was not a part of his name, not when the weather acted as it desired. It left him guessing the next moments. He had been sent on a mission to eliminate a Demon who posed a slight threat, but the hours of searching for a single clue was fruitless. He'd blamed the sun, but with the unusual actions weather had taken, it was posing as evidence of a Demon. Demon arts were a mystery after all. They varied and those who were higher Demons possessed them. The idea of the Demon nearby possessing such power was something that should have turned Giyuu on his heels. Should have sent him back. But there was never a point. He returned empty handed and the others would merely ridicule him. As a Demon Slayer, he found at times their disdain for him was more potent then their seeping hatred for Demons. It left him sick, knowing they scaled him on those terms. Never once did they attempt to know him, to understand him. But in the end, he minded it little. If he was to remain alone, it was better. Should death befall him, no one would mourn. While the thought should have been one of sorrow, it made Giyuu glad. He'd suffered much heartache and loss, so it eased his soul knowing no one would be affected drastically. That they would carry on moving. It did also bare a slight displeasure, but nothing Giyuu could not simply choke down. For the years he'd served, it felt boring. Cruel and lonesome. He moved through the motions, slaying Demons and remaining in his steadfast silence. His voice was no longer truly known due to his lack of social skills. Having no need to speak, he found his voice grew somewhat weak. His words were a struggle to form. It only made the attempts when someone deemed him worth the time to befriend pointless. The conversations were in the end fruitless and broken in more than one way. But Giyuu had grown accustomed to it. He bathed in the serene silence. Should his end come, he wished it to remain silent. To allow him peace of mind.

He'd carried on through the dense fog, following where his feet guided. The once calm smell of dew and a light rain had been replaced quickly. A heavy smell of iron was distinguishable, leading to the Demon slayers hesitance. He stopped for merely a moment before forging onward. His body weaved through the trees, coming upon a larger field. The sun had set completely, leaving a cool breeze to roll through. It stirred a shiver that violently ripped through his spine. The sudden sensation caught his breath, but he steadied his lungs quickly as the dense fog seemed to disperse rather abruptly. It peaked his curiosity, to hear the slight sounds of splashing water. To hear the sharp inhales and angelic hums of another. It stirred his clumsy movements, as if that of a siren. Drawing him closer. He shifted to the large rock, moving around the edges before his gaze washed along the surface of the large pool of crystal waters. The moon reflected above, illuminated the area and casting a heavenly glow along such divine pale skin. If not for those shimmering pools of blood as eyes, Giyuu would have assumed the figure to be a goddess. To be something pure and untainted. But the heavy smell of blood clung to that figure, oozed off like a tidal wave of irony. It shattered such an image, cresting the Demon slayer with a tinge of fear. He knew backing away would have been the best choice, but his legs refused. His heart pounded as his gaze dared not leave the view. It made his blood run cold the moment those pools that reflected death met his own, leaving his lung to hinder their function. The back that once was facing him was gone, replaced with a slender frame that bore no fabric. That flawless skin glowed with each stride the Demon took, slowly leaving those cold water. Every small step felt endless and left his soul trembling until finally there was no distance left. Those eyes were so gentle and sweet, yet showed the sadistic nature beneath. Wet fingers shifted along Giyuu's arms, tracing the fabric and moving gracefully further upward. The nails that trailed along the skin on his neck left him breathless as his fear became palpable. He swallowed on instinct, noticing the faint smirk of the Demon before. The figure while shorter, bore such an intense aura that left the Demon Slayer fearing a single slip up. It was as if death was before him, awaiting to open it's doors and swallow him whole. It forced his undeniable silence, locked by the burden of his fears and the desire to hold onto life. While death was not one he truly feared, he had much he still wished to do. A life to live. It made his attempts at cherishing his lonely life worth it in the long run.