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Rain poured heavily and winds grew strong. Upper moon three, better known as Akaza, had retrieved all he needed from the train wreck. The flame Hashira. When they had fought his battle spirit was extraordinary, incredible, the strongest he had ever encountered. But now... It had sunk into a pulp. The flame haired male laid limp over the demon's shoulders, clinging on to the little bit of life that remained in him. His solar plexus was punctured, and his left eye had been smashed. Ribs were most likely broken, maybe even a foot. His breath was labored and the cold rain hitting his back caused hypothermia to be a major threat. He had no idea where he and the demon were headed, he only knew that death was right in front of him, practically waving him over.
Eventually Akaza had found a small cavern lodged into a mountain for the two to stay in for the night. Little did he know only one would leave. Or maybe he did? No one’s perfect.
“Look at you...’ he gawked at the sight of the Hashira’s blood-soaked uniform. Those had to be removed. He needed to get a closer look at Kyojuro's wounds. His mouth watered at the thought of the younger's body twitching at the feeling of him ripping into his flesh. The small sounds that his through would croak out as he tugged on blood-soaked bones. “You’re gorgeous, absolutely perfect...” He mumbles as he leans forward. He was so close, their breaths mixed.
“F-...”
“F-Fuck... You” Kyojuro choked out. The demon couldn’t resist the laugh that escaped his throat. “Oh Kyojuro, you never cease to amaze me.” Akaza explained as his hands fiddled with the uniform’s buttons. “The fact that you’re still alive is incredible... I mean look at those wounds…” drool slowly escapes his mouth. Kyojuro gasped when the cold air hit his chest. His wounds gushed out loads of blood. The pheromones filled Akaza’s nose. The flame haired male tried to push the demon's head away, but his arms were losing strength. He sucked in a tight breath when a cold tongue ran up his chest, licking right over his major stomach wound. “S-stop...” he stuttered as tears filled his eyes. The demon then pushed his lips into the exposed organs, soaking his lower face in the other’s blood. Kyojuro let out a yelp, the tears finally falling. “P-please... Stop!” He sobbed. His pride was no longer his concern, he just wanted to get away from him. When Akaza pulled away his lips were covered in the younger's blood. It was as if someone had smeared beni sloppily over his lips. Kyojuro shivered and sobbed, begging the demon to let him go. “Kyojuro-sannn.. Your blood is so sweet!” he chuckled as his abnormally long tongue licked its lips. “Akaza-...” Rengoku coughed up blood. “Please…”
“What...? what'd ya want kyo..?” The upper rank asked clearly not giving two cares in the world. Kyojuro couldn’t utter another word, his throat clogged up with his own crimson blood. His vision had begun to blur, was this death? Would he finally breathe his last breath? He knew that he had dishonored his family, but he didn’t care at the moment. He just wanted to die. His eyes finally shut…
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“kyojuro-san-- “
No...
“Fuck...”
He was still alive...
“...’
Why…?
Why couldn't he just die?
The demon's thrusting hips snapped Kyojuro out of his trance. The full feeling sending him into panic mode. Before he could punch the demon as a reflex his hands were pinned beside his head. His wounds ached; the demon must’ve tortured it a bit longer after he blacked out. He wished he had just died. “Hah...-Kyojuro! You’re awake? I thought you had finally kicked the bucket!” he explained thrusting into the younger at a rapid pace. “Ugh... A-akaza…” Kyojuro gagged on bile. “What's wrong kyojuro? Do you not feel complete…?” The upper rank demon asked, his pants grew heavy as he neared his climax. “H..h…” Vomit and blood shot out of Kyojuro's mouth, splattering all over his face and chest. Akaza didn’t even flinch, he eventually finished inside and pulled out. “Aww kyojuro..! You made a mess?” If the Hashira wasn’t in so much pain, he would’ve sucker punched the demon. He grimaced at the sour taste left in his mouth. “You know...” Akaza began as his claws circled the brim of kyojuro’s anus. “You would make a great oiran Kyojuro-san.” his sharp claws plunged into the taller's ass, causing blood to seep from the throbbing hole. “Agh-Fuck... Stop!” Kyojuro cried out as his weak arms went up to claw at the demon’s face only to be shoved back into its place in the wet mud that he was now practically covered in. “What’s wrong Hashira? I thought you were the strongest!” another finger, then a fourth, then the whole damn fist. Blood now gushed out of his body. His stomach wound was now infected and dry, and so was his eye. Kyojuro felt his life flickering. This was how he would die, in the hands of a demon. A few more seconds of the burning pain passed by before Akaza finally pulled his fist out. Kyojuro had little time to breathe before Akaza was already back inside of him. Kyojuro let out a blood curdling scream. Maybe someone would hear it, maybe... The demon was large, he’s surprised he hadn’t noticed earlier when he came back to his senses. “Stop! Stop- Please! Stop, Stop, Stop, stop!!” the flame pillar hollered. “Shut up Kyo! You’re going to get us caught!” Large fist wrapped around the younger’s neck. He choked. He scratched and clawed at the demon's hands. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t breathe. He was going to die. He was going to die. But maybe... Just maybe... That would bring him peace, there was a brighter side to his current situation. He would be with his mother, he wouldn't have to worry about his Hashira duties and would be free of all stress in the world. Maybe death was what he needed.
As his eyes grew heavy, and his arms and legs grew weak, Kyojuro breathed his last breath.
He was dead before Akaza could even finish.
The color in his eyes faded, and so did the sound of his heartbeat. Kyojuro was gone.
Akaza, in slight shock, let go of the corpse’s neck and stopped bucking his hips. He had killed him. He had killed the only Hashira that was somewhat on his level... Oh well.
Akaza bent Kyojuro’s legs until they touched his head, breaking his back and pelvic bones in the process. This granted him better access to his bloodied asshole. He returned to his spot inside the Hashira and finished what he had started. Now that the eldest Rengoku son was dead, he didn’t have to worry about his cries, or pain. Only pleasure. Akaza moved at speeds unhuman-like, breaking more bones and causing more bruises onto the corpse. This was better than the first round. He wished Kyojuro had just accepted his offer, they could’ve fucked like this for all of eternity. But he was gone now. As Akaza neared his limit he bit chunks out of kyojuro’s flesh. He might as well eat him, but again Akaza wasn’t a monster, he still wanted Kyojuro to be found and have a proper burial. But then again, he was irresistible. Warm sperm flowed through Kyojuros dead body; it would spill right back out as Akaza pulled out. “Fuck...” He mumbled as he caught his breath. The upper moon took a minute to observe his work. The now deceased Hashira was covered in blood, bruises, cuts, and vomit. Tear stains were evident on his face, along with a bloody nose. His eyes were a faded red and gold, no longer bright and fierce. The flame pillar was dead. Deceased. He wouldn’t return.
A group of slayers, kakushi, and a singular Hashira had been sent out to search for Kyojuro. They knew that this would be a recovery mission. Everyone expected it. But what they didn’t expect was the sight in front of them. The pillar was laid on his back, Uniform sloppily placed on back onto his bloodied body, speaking of blood; the crimson liquid seeped out of the wounds and cuts that covered his body. It was a sickening sight. There was no need for further inspection, for they could already tell what happened.
News spread about the finding of the now deceased flame pillar. Grief and sadness spread in and out of the demon slayer corpse. Senjuro, the last Rengoku son was left devastated. He had not only lost his mother, but now his brother too. He cried- no sobbed at the funeral. He couldn’t bear the thought of this being the last time he saw his elder brother. Not like this. Shinjuro didn’t attend the funeral. He hasn't left his room since the news of his eldest son's death came out. No one has seen a Hashira smile or show any sort of glee either. It is as if all joy and happiness left with Kyojuro. He would be missed,
Kyojuro fell into the hands of the wrong person.