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Muichiro Tokito - Fading

Can be read as a part 2 to Remember or as a stand-alone

Warnings: Angst. Mentions of canon typical violence. You’re dead, surprise!

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It had been a month since you had died on your mission. A month since Muichiro was just seconds too late to save you. A month since you had died in his arms, telling him that you loved him. And he loved you too, so much. So very much. He still got random memories from time to time, of you and him, from before he had lost his memories. You two were together, laughing, smiling, his hand in yours, fingers intertwined. It was those that he cherishes the most, the ones of you two together happily.

He refused to train any demon slayers that came to him. Only going out on every mission available, to ruthlessly kill all demons he came across. Mercilessly slashing their heads from their necks, killing them slowly and painfully, revenge for your death. He’d kill them all. He’d kill every demon in the world, so you could rest peacefully in your grave.

Once the mission was over, he’d return to your mansion, making sure to clean himself off first, he couldn’t let filth tarnish your beautiful home after all. He hadn’t let them take it away after you died, your home. He made sure all of your things remained untouched, just the way you had left it. Even going so far as to hire a maid to clean it a few times a week so it would be spotless.

Muichiro would curl up in your room, on your bed with one of your haoris. It still held your scent. He’d pretend you were there next to him. He’d pretend it was your arms he was curled up in, not your clothes. He’d pretend you were there, holding him, playing with your hair as you whispered sweet words into his ears, telling him you loved him, and this time giving him a chance to say it back. A chance for him to tell you he loves you, and he means it, from the bottom of his heart.

Many of the others had stopped by, Mitsuri being the most frequent visitor. They had tried to help him get over his heartbreak, over his grief. They had all lost their patience one by one, telling him these things happen, telling him how everyone is hurt by your death but it was time for him to resume his responsibilities, telling him how it was time to let you go. But he couldn’t. He refused to let you go. How could he just let go of someone he loves so dearly? He still hasn’t gone to your grave, refusing to believe you were truly gone from this world.

That’s why he dreads the day when he can no longer remember the sound of your voice, the way your beautiful eyes crinkled as a genuine smile appeared on your face, the way your hair flowed in the gentle wind as the two of you sat together, the way the sound of your laugh was like music to his ears, the way your soft touch warmed his skin and made butterflies erupt in his stomach. He dreads the day when your scent fades from your things and he is no longer able to remember the way your fragrance invaded his senses as he laid his head on your lap, your fingers tangled in his hair.

Muichiro Tokito dreads the day you fade from his memory, there was no reason to live if the light in his life had faded away right before him, with nothing he could do to stop it. Just like the night you died.

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