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❁ཻུ۪۪ ━ ❝ Years pass, people forget, but the scars remain.

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Six years have passed since Sanemi first met (Y/n), now he is 20 while (Y/n) has turned into the young age of 18.

At first, Sanemi wanted their whole relationship to be strictly business, sensei, and student. Though as the years went by, they grew, and so did their relationship. 

(Y/n) has become stronger now as he can use the Breathing Techniques all the way up to Sixth Form: Burning Love. Now, don't get him wrong, it is extremely difficult for him to progress any further. He can use it all the way to the third stage, but anything further than that and he's unable to move for a few seconds. 

To be able to do so much progress in only six years is something in itself more than impressive, but Sanemi still expects much more from (Y/n). Throughout these six years, (Y/n) has faced many troubles when it came to being taught by Sanemi. He was a harsh trainer, that much was true, but (Y/n) understood that Sanemi was doing this all for his own good. 

To say that (Y/n) trusts Sanemi is an understatement. If (Y/n) were to see Sanemi kill thirty bunnies (Y/n) would still be by his sensei's side, he would even go as far as lay down his life for his sensei in a heartbeat. 

For Sanemi, well, let's just say that he has grown a good fondness for the small child. Well, maybe more than a fondness, more like a loving feeling for (Y/n). Every scratch and wound that (Y/n) takes during training is like a stab on the wound for him, but every time that Sanemi tries to scare him away, (Y/n) just smiles up and him and tells him for more practice. 

So, six years have passed, and Sanemi is now a Hashira. The Wind Hashira to be more precise. This has happened ten days ago as of the current date, and when the news was given to him by none other than his sensei (Y/n) was overjoyed. That day (Y/n) made him a table full of ohagi to celebrate his sensei's success.

Now, we're here, (Y/n) swinging down his sword at the dead of night as another demon fell to the ground, its head still rolling around in confusion. 

"The fourth stage still needs a lot of work, try not to put much strength on your sword next time and rely a bit more on the fourth stage, okay?" Sanemi instructed him as he leaned against a tree, watching as his student continued to try and use the fourth stage of the Sixth Form - Burning Love correctly. 

Panting as he tried to catch his breath, (Y/n) looked over his shoulder to look at his relaxed sensei. "Y-Yes!" (Y/n) yelled as he went back to look at the demon, its head already attached back on his shoulders. 

"I'm not some kind of training dummie!" The demon continued to complain only to be silenced by the glare of Sanemi. You see, this particular demon has been helping (Y/n) train for the past two weeks, though he wasn't given much of a choice as Sanemi threatened to end him very painfully if he didn't agree with his student's request. 

"God's Breathing: Sixth Form - Burning Love: Fourth Stage!" (Y/n) yelled out, running around in circles around the demon as small explosions appeared, but before he could finish the circle the explosions started to only appear as small little sparks. 

Groaning as he had to regenerate his arm again, the demon looked back at (Y/n) to see him looking intently at the sparkling sword, no more explosions appearing. "I... I don't understand... I've been trying for so long..." (Y/n) mumbled under his breath, biting his lip. 

"Look, kid, just do it already!" The demon exclaimed, already done with all of this and just waiting to die. Pouting at the demon, (Y/n) readied his sword once more. "God's Breathing-"

"Stop." Looking over at his sensei, (Y/n) lowered down his sword, his eyes showing confusion. "What exactly do you feel whenever you do those explosions in the beginning? You know, before they start to die out." Sanemi asked him, walking over towards him as the demon just stood there and watched. 

"Um..." (Y/n) looked down at his sword, biting his lip. "... whenever I do that attack, my head starts pounding, but in a good way. Like, it doesn't hurt, but it's as if a lot of my blood is going to my head." (Y/n) explained, the moon shining down on the sword. 

Sanemi nodded, "I see... I'll go for now, we'll meet up tomorrow." Sanemi waved goodbye and left, leaving (Y/n) with the demon. "Sheesh, you demon slayers are really annoying." The demon commented as he sat down on the floor, folding his arms as he looked up at the confused (Y/n). 

"I don't understand... I thought that I was doing everything right. Sure, the other stages weren't exactly easy, but it wasn't this hard." (Y/n) groaned, flopping down on the floor and laid there, watching the moon. The demon nodded in understanding, walking over to (Y/n) and laying down next to him. 

"Well, that's the same for our Blood Demon Art. You see, at first the simple things are easy, but once you want to become stronger the harder that the more advanced our Blood Demon Art gets." The demon explained, looking up at the moon with (Y/n).

Looking over at the demon, (Y/n) tilted his head. "What's your name?" (Y/n) asked him, rolling over to his other side to face the demon, his head being held up by his propped up hand. Glancing over at the human, the demon scoffed. "How the hell-"

"Heaven." (Y/n) corrected him, lifting his finger for the extraness. The demon rolled his eyes, "Okay, sure. How the heaven do you think I'm supposed to answer that? Rarely does a demon remember their name, either that or it's the only thing that they remember from their past life as a human." The demon answered him, his glowing green eyes still glued to the moon. 

(Y/n) hummed, "Well, do you mind if I name you?" At this, the demon looked over at him, his straight long, black hair laid out under him as the golden stripes covering his naked body glistened under the light of the moon, only a slightly ripped loose black pants covering his lower body.

The demon sighed, "Name away, kid." Smiling at the confirmation, (Y/n) looked back up at the moon. "Katsumi, Katsumi shall be your name." (Y/n) stated, looking over at Katsumi to see him putting on a thinking face. 

"Katsumi... doesn't that mean self-controlled and restraint?"  Katsumi scoffed at the meaning. "I feel insulted." Pouting at this, (Y/n) met his green orbs. "It's true! Right now you would be trying to kill me! My sensei isn't here, yet you still haven't made a move-" Quickly moving on top of (Y/n), Katsumi grabbed both of (Y/n) hands and held them down, his body on top of his as Katsumi's face was dangerously close to (Y/n) own. 

"There, I made a move. Now I'm gonna eat ya." Katsumi growled and neared his face slowly, only to stop as he heard the laughter of (Y/n), his face showing not a bit of fear. "I know you're not going to eat me, Mi-chan!" (Y/n) giggled making Katsumi blush, glaring down at him. 

"S-Shut up! Don't call me Mi-chan!" Katsumi stuttered out, his blush intensifying as (Y/n) looked back at him with warm eyes. "You're so cute, though!" (Y/n) laughed again, his long hair (sorry) sprawled out onto the ground. 

Tsking, Katsumi let go of (Y/n) and laid back down next to (Y/n). "What do you think sensei left so early for?" (Y/n) asked him, only for Katsumi to shrug. "Don't know, and don't care. Either way I'm gonna be killed by your sword soon." Katsumi grumbled, sadness flashing on his eyes only to disappear as quickly as it came. 

(Y/n) looked over at him and frowned, "Yeah..." Looking down at his neck to see the blood moon necklace, (Y/n) got up into a seated position and unclipped it, holding it gently inside his hands. Looking over at what (Y/n) was doing, Katsumi followed (Y/n) figure as the young boy sat next to him. 

"Here," Taking Katsumi's right hand (Y/n) brought it closer to him as he opened Katsumi's hand, putting the blood moon necklace in the demons red hand. "this is a necklace really precious to me, it's the only thing left of what my life used to be, so please take good care of it." (Y/n) stated, closing the demons red hand and bringing it to his lips, kissing it. 

Blushing at the affectionate gesture, he looked up as (Y/n) got up. Pulling out his sword, (Y/n) put it in front of him. "God's Breathing: Second Form - Trapped Lamp: Third Stage." Swinging his sword at him quickly, Katsumi didn't have any time to react as he was inside of a vein-like ball, shielding him from the outside world. 

"Live, Katsumi, live with full control of yourself." Those were the last words that he heard as he and the vein-like ball shield were thrown into the air and sent somewhere far from there. Sighing, (Y/n) sheathed his sword and began to run back down the mountain already used to the less oxygen that the upper part of the mountain had. 

Once reaching the end of the mountain, (Y/n) walked over to his room window and opened it, climbing inside as he took off his Obi and Haori and folded them, placing it on the foot of the futon as walked over to his dresser, taking out a white nemaki (Y/n) slipped it on and tied it. 

Going over to his bed (Y/n) pulled over the blanket and laid down, covering himself again with the blanket. 

'Finally, some good napping...' After that thought, the sun began to shine. "What a lovely day it is!" The voice of Fumio rang out as someone yelled at him to shut up. Back to (Y/n), you could see him anime crying as he was still smiling. 'I shouldn't have stayed up in the mountain for so long.'

Hearing rapid footsteps approuch his room (Y/n) sighed, "One... two... three-"

"Wake up, (Y/n)! I and you have shrine duty today!" Yelled Gorou, sliding the door open as he ran inside the young boys room and grabbed his arm, dragging him down the hall and towards the shrine.

'May the gods of mercy on this poor soul.' (Y/n) thought as he was now holding a broom, sweeping the front gates of the temple.

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ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴅᴀʏ/ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ!

I also changed the ages to be morally okay since wtf was I thinking 💀 I do apologize for that—so, from this chapter onwards, you will be 20. Bye-bye!

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