aiko's otter den

scent of smoke - They are kept together by the thread of the fire god. Or maybe its will. Whatever it is, they will not be separated again. Digimon!AU Reincarnation.

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7. Enchanted

Kanao dances in the light of the moon.

It’s soothing, familiar. It’s not a choice, but a duty, an obligation from… something. She can’t determine what. So she dances with the flowers under the moon and thinks and dreams and mourns.

For she had lived long, so long for her time. And loved. So why is she back again?

Are they here? Is Tanjiro here?

Somehow… Kanao is excited.

For what, she can’t say. For who, she’s not sure, there are so many. But it sounds a lot less lonely over dancing here with only her family and the dog for company.

This life is so much better, she’s sure.

8. Frail

This body is weak.

Shinobu would curse it but a part of her is unsurprised. She has to be hindered in some way, somehow. The universe would tremble otherwise. Or fall apart. She has to have some flaws after all.

Her mind is sharp. She doesn’t need to wield it like a sword anymore. Though she will, of course. THere were weaknesses to exploit, battles to fight. And she was proud to be able to do it.

She certainly wouldn’t ask her brother to do it. The old blood advises her not to. He’ll figure it out.

Tanjiro is kind, not stupid, after all.

9. Swing

Muichiro, years and decades and eternities later, still finds comfort in the hilt of the sword.

Even if this one is made of wood, it’s not for people’s heads and he’s worn down with more armor than he needs, this sword remains an extension of his arms and legs and he enjoys it more the longer his grandfather goes on. He seems pleased. The whole family seems pleased.

There’s something to be glad for.

He just misses his brother. You’d think he’d be here by now.

10. Pattern

For once he is the older one. Giyuu isn’t sure if it means a trend or if he’s just properly paranoid.

His sister tells him gently that it’s the latter, as she struggles to run. As she coughs and hacks every time she steps for too long.

Wheelchairs are nice though, he freely admits, even if only to himself. The progress of technology would have been beneficial to Oyakata-sama.

He wonders where he is, where Tanjiro is, where everyone is.

Is Sabito here?

He hopes. This giant house is lonely with only one person to love him in, after all.

11. Snow

Makomo sits and waits. Not because she wants to or has to, but because Urokodaki-san — sorry, Suedo-san had promised he’d only be a minute or two more. So she waited. Sabito was somewhere, somewhere she didn’t know. But she would find him soon enough. After all, he missed their favorite teacher as much as she did.

When he admitted it.

The flowers at her table fell like snow beside her. Her own helplessness is heavier than it should be, but no one scolds her. Only this new brother who looks familiar, only this vague person who she doesn’t… quite, see? Or sees too much of. She’s not sure yet and all of it is tiring. Every bit of it is, really.

Suedo-san returns, that strange smile on his face. But perhaps Urokodaki-san simply broke without his students to hold him there.

That was fine. She could put him back together now.

12. Dragon

Tanjiro loves the warmth of his blankets. Not the heat, but the warmth of the tiny family he has now who bundle him up in the blankets, he and a sister who is not Nezuko (she’s too clever and playful and solemn, smiling like he’s still so much younger than she, she’s not fooling him at all) but loves him all the same, spending long nights and long days together.

In this life, Tanjiro has no doubts. He misses his friends, but they’re around. His sense of smell is strong still, and he knows his loved ones even a thousand kilometers away.

Everyone will get together again and this time, it will be a happy life, and a happy time.

Memories or no memories. Not even that move could stop them.

It’s just only a matter of time.

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