How long has it been ever since the death of the Upper Moon Five, [name]? Akaza couldn't remember, but all he knew was ever since [name] had left the world, Kokushibo has been seen entering her room every night, kneeling in the middle of it.
Cradling that last bit of fabric that laid upon [name]'s body once.
He often heard Muzan talking trash about how weak [name] was, and what a disappointment she had been to him. It was clear to everybody that the demon lord did favor [name] a tad bit too much for his personality, but they believed it was because she was beautiful.
She held potential.
There were nights where Kokushibo would go on a rampage, whenever Doma continues to taunt him for being so attached to the dead Upper Moon Five. And then, there was Akaza who was sick and tired of Doma's constant whining, believing he deserved to be beaten for being such a dick.
There was a new Upper Moon Five that took [name]'s position, and Kokushibo knew Muzan had taken a liking to Gyokko, after all, the pots he made were able to be sold at a high price. The ridiculous pot demon was another headache addition to both Akaza and Kokushibo, although Doma was like a cancer within their minds.
Kokushibo had not once decided to stay within the same room as any of the Upper Moon Demons ever since [name]'s death. The young boy he had turned into a demon had gone up the ranks as well, taking the position of the Upper Moon Six.
Yet, all Kokushibo could think about right now was how much he wanted to see [name]. Then came Doma once more. He was seen walking into [name]'s abandoned room now, it was funny to him. He wondered why didn't Muzan want to clear off this weakling's room.
He then took a look at the devastated looking Kokushibo, and a grin plastered on his face once more. Obviously ready to cause some mischief and irritate the poor Upper Moon One. Akaza then stood at the doorway as he watched. Waiting for Kokushibo to snap once more at the Upper Moon Two.
"You seem rather hung up about her death still, Kokushibo-dono," Doma spoke out as he casually laid himself in the futon where [name] used to sleep in. Kokushibo then narrowed his pairs of eyes at the Upper Moon Two, and a scowl plastered on his face.
"You are a demon, how could you feel so attached to another demon? She doesn't deserve such attachment from the great and powerful Kokushibo-dono," Doma added on as he gently uses his razor-sharp golden fan and shred a little of [name]'s pillow.
The grin remained on his face as Kokushibo grabbed hold of Doma by his hair and yanked him out of [name]'s room. Anger and hatred boiling within his demon soul as Doma had damaged something that [name] once owned.
Akaza then watched as Kokushibo brought out his nichirin blade and proceeded to slice Doma up into pieces. Not caring that he was injuring his fellow comrade, for all that was in Kokushibo's mind was pure hatred and anger.
How he detested the Upper Moon Two for dissing [name] just like that.
"Wah! Akaza-dono! Save me!" and Akaza narrowed his yellow eyes in response at what Doma had done as the Upper Moon Two had latched himself onto the Upper Moon Three, despite being all bloody. Feeling irritated by the touch of Doma, Akaza immediately used his leg and kicked him away from his body.
"Fuck off," he spat out and watched as Kokushibo remained in the center of the meeting platform. He could clearly tell base on the way his posture was, and how he was breathing. Kokushibo was going on a rampage.
Ever since [name]'s death, Kokushibo had been going on a rampage. Whether it was beating Doma up because the latter had spoken ill of [name], or going out into public at night, feasting upon numerous innocent lives.
He needed to do something to distract himself from thinking about [name] all the time. But all he could think about was still her. Whenever he went out for a hunt, he would think whether [name] would enjoy this particular human, and would want to save it for her.
Yet, he then remembers when he drags back the corpse of the human, that [name] was no longer around to savor the body of the human he decides to bring back for her. Then there were times Doma would bring random accessories from girls he had eaten in his cult and would present it to the Upper Moon One and others, showing off the different accessories each girl had on themselves.
Then Kokushibo would think about [name] once more, wondering if she would like to have an accessory like a normal human girl. Then he could only have a bitter smile on his face as he continues to remember that [name] was no longer around.
Kokushibo then scowled at the Upper Moon Two who had returned from the previous kick that belonged to Akaza. A grin continued to remain on Doma's face as Kokushibo turned and decided to leave the fortress, proceeding for a hunt once more.
"You are a fucking dick," Akaza commented as Doma continues to taunt the Upper Moon One, despite having him leaving the fortress.
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Kokushibo narrowed his eyes slightly as he watched humans walking down the pavement. Curiosity getting the better of him as he wondered why there were so many humans walking down the pavement. He then quietly followed the path, and his pairs of eyes widened as he noticed he had arrived at a festival.
Hopping quietly onto the rooftops of the buildings that were present in the vicinity, he watched how the humans were acting. A sad bitter smile appeared on his face as he watched couples holding hands together, and he soon raised his hand up. He looked at his large hand, and could only allow a faint smile to remain on his face as he remembered the days where he would have [name]'s hand in his, and their fingers were intertwined.
He then watched as a couple kissed, which the girl flushed red in response. He sighed as he soon relaxed and sat down properly, holding onto his nichirin blade as he rested an elbow on his knee, with his head on the palm of his hand.
They looked happy, that's what Kokushibo thought.
And all he could think about then was whether [name] had been happy with him previously. His pairs of eyes then widened when he saw a faint silhouette of [name] within the crowd, and yet, he frowned when he noticed he was looking at himself as well.
Laughing. Holding hands. That's what Kokushibo noticed, yet the image soon disappeared and it revealed just the usual scene of humans walking through and fro of a tight space.
He looked up to the sky and noticed the moon was covered by clouds. It was difficult to take a peek at the moon, and Kokushibo could only ball his hands into a tight fist. He then continued to observe the way humans moved, something that [name] had taught him before if he wanted to know more about the human emotions.
He watched as a child was crying because he had dropped his food, and he looked at his mother who was trying to soothe his loud cries and a father who could only chuckle in response. He then blinked his pairs of eyes a few times and soon wondered.
"Will we have that kind of happiness?" he whispered out, and then his pairs of eyes widened when he felt a faint warmth engulfing him from the back. From the corner of his eyes, he noticed an extremely light image of brown hair, and he immediately turned.
Yet, he was greeted by nothing but an empty rooftop. He then shook his head and stood up, deciding to finish off his hunt quickly and head back to his sleeping quarters for Muzan had just requested for a meeting in 20.
He proceeded to walk away from his spot, only to hear a faint giggle. He turned and his eyes widened when he saw a faint image of [name], in her human form. She looked no different from her first demon appearance, just that her eyes were no longer gradient, but a pure dark blue ocean instead.
"[name]...?" he whispered out as he reached out, only to have her coming towards him slowly. He watched as her ghost-like hands touched his large hand, yet there was a comforting warmth radiating from it. She then lifted his hand and placed it against her face, where she leaned into his touch.
She soon disappeared into thin air and Kokushibo could only slowly close his hand into a fist as if trying to savor the warmth that radiating from the vision of [name] he had. Tears ran down his face once more, and he could only turn and return to the fortress, for he had no longer found the need to hunt.
All he could think about was to plot a revenge for [name] against the Wind Hashira.
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Kokushibo looked utterly confused when he remained kneeling before Kibutsuji Muzan for he was speaking about infiltrating the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters to retrieve Nezuko, for the demon girl had managed to survive under the sun. That's when Kokushibo soon realized that Gyokko, the new Upper Moon Demon Five, had already been killed within just a month of his new position, along with the Upper Moon Four, Hantengu.
He looked utterly confused for he could see the faint image of [name] sitting on the table right behind Muzan, in her human form still. A soft smile plastered on her face as she continued to look at Kokushibo, causing the latter to feel at peace somehow.
Muzan then noticed that Kokushibo was utterly distracted, and he appeared right before the Upper Moon One demon. He then grabbed hold of Kokushibo by the face and pulled him up.
"You're highly distracted. I'll kill you if you don't perform up to my expectations as always, Kokushibo. I can't believe you let a mere demon girl who is much weaker than you, turn you into such a pathetic state," Muzan muttered out and soon shoved Kokushibo away, causing the Upper Moon One to kneel back once more.
Kokushibo then noticed [name] had a sad look on her face as the way Muzan had treated him. He wanted to get up and go to her, but he knew full well that it was just a silhouette of her. The meeting soon came to an end, and Kokushibo immediately got up.
Ignoring the constant calls from the Upper Moon Two who had nothing better to do than to piss off everybody, Kokushibo was seen entering [name]'s sleeping quarters once more. He then looked around, and could only sigh as the kind aura that usually radiates from [name], was still around in the room.
He then knelt beside the futon once more, after he had sewn the pillow which [name] had laid upon before. He brought out her remaining cloth again and soon allowed the tears to roll down his face. He chose not to respond towards the warmth that envelope him from behind, knowing full well that he was just imagining things.
Thinking that [name] would still be alive.
Kokushibo then remembered that they would be infiltrating the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters soon, and he decided. He will want to come face to face with the Wind Hashira who took his beloved [name] away from him, just like that.
He proceeded to slowly tear [name]'s fabric into a thin ribbon and tied it around his nichirin blade. He then heard a giggle, and a peck against her cheek, which he then turned and could only smile sadly at the very faint image of [name] kneeling beside him.
He watched as she opened his mouth, only to hear nothing coming from it, yet he continued to watch as this was the closest for him to have [name] by his side. He then got up and left the fortress once more, heading to the same abandoned wisteria house where he had fell in love with [name].
A nightly routine he would always do, where he will just disappear before the sun could hit him. He sat on the patio of the abandoned wisteria house, and looked up to the bright moon, for the clouds no longer managed to cover its majestic look.
"I'm waiting for you,"
His eyes widened at the faint voice of [name], and he immediately stood up. He looked around, hoping to spot the faint image of her once more, but to only be greeted by darkness instead. He then frowned when he spotted Doma standing at the entrance of the abandoned wisteria house, with a grin on his face once more.
"Kokushibo-dono~ We must go~" and Kokushibo could only grit his fangs together as he got up and walked towards where Doma was.
Work is work, and he had to deal with Doma's whiny ass throughout the entire way back to the fortress, for the plan to infiltrate the Demon Slayer Corps would be commencing pretty soon.
Upon reaching the fortress, Kokushibo then noticed that Muzan was no longer in the vicinity, and had already head off to great the Ubushiyaki family instead. Kokushibo then gripped the handle of his nichirin blade tightly as they all separated into the different parts of the fortress, with the help of Nakime.
He stood somewhere filled with columns in the room and waited. He could still hear the gentle whispers of [name] at the back of his mind, and every now and then, he would turn and look to see if she was standing there, waiting for him.
[name] smiled as she sat beside Yoriichi still, and she had on a heavier weight on her body. Whereas Gyutaro was seen seated next to her, and the pot demon, Gyokko, along with Hantengu was present as well. She narrowed her eyes slightly at Gyokko, for the latter was the one who took her position of the Upper Moon Five, yet all she could see was him quivering in fear most of the time, afraid that [name] might yank him out of his pot.
Which she was tempted to do so.
After all, she had watched every single thing he did to talk shit about her in front of Kokushibo.
[name] then felt Daki whining as she leaned against her back, and [name] could only smile.
"Why not you guys head in first? I'll wait here," she commented.
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Kokushibo's body and mind were filled with nothing but pure hatred right now as he came face to face with Shinazugawa Sanemi, the Wind Hashira, the one who took away [name] from him. Sanemi then proceeded to hurl profanities at the Upper Moon One, for he had sliced up Genya, who apparently was his younger brother.
"HOW DARE YOU DICE MY LITTER BROTHER UP, YOU FUCK-EYED BASTARD! YOU'RE DEAD! DEAD! UNFORGIVABLE!" Sanemi yelled as he wields his green nichirin blade in his hand. Sanemi then noticed the piece of cloth tied onto Kokushibo's blade, and he realized who he was.
"You took away [name] from me, you shall pay for the sins you have done," Kokushibo spoke out calmly, yet one could tell how angry he was.
"HAR?! YOU MEAN THAT DEMON GIRL?!" and Sanemi soon could only remember the sad look that [name] had when he managed to slice off her head when she was in a confused state.
Pitiful.
That's what Sanemi thought of her then. He then slides down below Kokushibo, and that's when the Upper Moon One immediately dodged the oncoming attack.
"Breath of Wind, First Form: Dust Whirlwind Slice!" And Kokushibo watched as Sanemi's attack managed to break down numerous columns in the room he was in.
"Breath of the Moon, Fifth Form: Cursed Vortex Of The Ghostly Moon!" Kokushibo makes multiple curved slashes layered over one another resembling a rising vortex. Numerous chaotic blades originate from these slashes, and he had not swung his blade once.
"Oh dear, he became such a horrifying looking monster," [name] spoke out as she watched the intense battle between Kokushibo against the Wind Hashira who had killed her back then, Stone Hashira and Mist Hashira. Along with the little brother of the Wind Hashira.
Yoriichi then sighed as he had on a sad smile, watching his older twin going berserk then. He then stood up, and soon walked towards the front, in which [name] hummed in response with a smile on her face.
Kokushibo's eyes widened when he managed to catch a glimpse of how he looked in Sanemi's blade. He was disgusted by the way he looked, after regenerating multiple times and going through such an intense battle against the Pillars.
"Brother, your dream is to be the strongest samurai in the land right? I want to be like you. I want to be the second strongest samurai in the land," and Kokushibo turned to look at the young Yoriichi who had spoke out within his mind.
"Is this the face of a samurai? Is this what I really wanted?!" Kokushibo asked himself and soon noticed his body was crumbling then at the spot where Muichiro had stabbed him.
His upper body was immediately smashed away by Himejima Gyomei, the Stone Hashira, along with the Wind Hashira as well. Realizing he can't use any of his Blood Demon Art.
"No.. I have not lost yet! I should still be able to regenerate!" Kokushibo thought to himself and stopped when he noticed he was in nothing but darkness.
"Brother, my deepest sympathies," Yoriichi spoke out, and Kokushibo could only start to crumble.
"Is this what I've lived these centuries for? What did I want? To not lose? To the point, I even became a hideous monster? To become stronger? To the point I even consumed humans?" and Kokushibo turned to look at Yoriichi's back.
"No... I... I just... I wanted to be you," Kokushibo whispered out as his body soon disappeared, for he had ultimately lost to the Demon Slayer Corps.
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"Yoriichi...?" Kokushibo whispered out and soon took a look at his own hands. Realizing he was back to his human form, he looked at his younger twin brother who had on a sad smile as always, after realizing his older twin brother had taken the path of being a demon.
"I've always remembered you, along with the flute you gave me. I'll be waiting for a world where we will reunite once more, and be the best of brothers we should have been. No demons lurking about, no such thing as being samurais anymore. I love you, my brother," Yoriichi spoke out as he gently caressed his twin brother's face.
"Michikatsu, there's someone else waiting for you the entire time," and Yoriichi soon took his leave, heading towards heaven for his soul was to be sent there.
Kokushibo's eyes then welled up in tears as he watched Yoriichi walking away, whereas, for him, he needed to go to hell. He sighed in response and soon turned, yet his dark purple eyes widened when he saw someone reaching out to him.
"I've been waiting for you," [name] spoke out with a smile, and Kokushibo could only bring her into a tight hug, realizing who it was.
"You're here..." he whispered out, savoring the familiar warmth radiating from her body. [name] then smiled as Kokushibo soon withdrew from the hug, and held his hand tightly in hers.
"Shall we go?" she asked with a smile, and Kokushibo nodded. It didn't bother to him that he was going to hell, for all that matters was [name] was back with him right now.