AN: My take on the final chapter of Demon Slayer manga with a twist
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A Remarkable Reincarnation PT 1:
Japan, August 2022
The day someone from the Rengoku household was to show up at the Tojuro's school after a phone call was placed. Become a surprised to everyone within the school when one of their alumnus school showed. He parked a restored Fairlady Z 432 in guests designated space before making his appearance. He stood no taller then 5'8" with long blacken tresses worn in a loose braid bond by a elastic band. Button-up style shirt with a Wisteria Flower print and Classic Fit trousers under a lavender haori. The belt and high top style boots he wore as he adjusted the strap of messenger bag he carried. Matched as he walked through the old hallways of his former school with a whistle on his lips. Shifting every now and then with his eyes on taking in the little changes as he walked to the main office. Stopping when he got to office to find his cousin, Tojuro, sitting next to his friend, Sumihiko outside the office.
"Konnichiwa Ito-san," Tojuro greeted his cousin.
"Gozaimasui to you both," He nodded his head to them. "Glad to see your doing well Sumihiko- kun."
"As to you, My?- Sama." Sumihiko was glad to see a familiar face.
They would have carried on their greetings or even started up on a conversation on where Uncle Kurjuro and Aunt Ayumu were. Door to the office to slide open and Myu was asked if he was sent to pick up Tojuro. Got the person a nod from Myu as he was asked to come in and speak about why he was called. In he went without as moments hesitation knowing he was sent here for some reason. He just didn't know he would filled in on somersault over the gate stunt Tojuro and Sumihiko pulled. Left him impressed as went wide eyed at other small things that two had been up to. He tried to put on his best serious expression when agreeing to rely to Tojuro's parents after they leave. Since he could feel himself ready to burst at any moment as he tried to compose himself.
Keeping his back straight and resting one his hands on top of crossed legs when he tried to actively listen. Knowing he was going to have to tell Tojuro's mother all this when she asked him. Other half of him was growing quite amused with numinous things that had to be said about Tojuro. Non- traditional way he was moving about in kendo club during practice matches with fellow members. Along with the way he zoned out during classes or way he loudly addressed people. Were only of many things that was being told to Myu before he was allowed to level. Pleasantries were exchanged before everyone went there own ways for the day.
"Tojuro," Myu walked out of the office as he called to him. "Come On!"
"Coming Ito-san." Tojuro ran after him.
" Sumihiko- kun!" Myu called after him, "Don't be a stranger."
"Hai!" Sumihiko excitedly replied.
Tojuro ended up having to fetch his things from his classroom and then switch out his shoes before leaving with Myu. He went nuts at the sight of a car he only seen Myu work on when he visited. To see the car fully restored and used was a chance that had Tojuro taking the passenger side. To only watch Myu throwing his bag in the back seat as he got in through the driver's side.
"I kinda forgot your a fan of a pink, bipedal Pokémon with a rounded, wide snout; triangular ears; and large, blue eyes. It has short arms with three-fingered paws and large hind paws with oval markings on the soles. Its tail is long and thin with an ovoid tip. Its fur is so fine and thin," Tojuro took in the interior details of Myu's car. "Seems things haven't changed."
"Hold on." Myu started up the engine.
After belting in and going through the check list what to go over before they pulled out of drive, and on to the road. When Tojuro was allowed to set the radio to any station he wanted during the whole ride to his home. Back in his seat he would recline once he found his preferred station for a song was put on to enjoy.
"You going to tell me what keeps oji and Oba busy?" He spoke of his relatives.
"Last time I checked in with any of them," Myu tried to remember. "Ayumu is doing her usual business women stuff, and Kurjuro is enjoying his modeling career."
"You think," Tojuro started to sound disappointed. "They..."
He ended up not talking for the rest of the ride to front entrance of the Rengoku ancestral home, where he was dropped off. Where he quietly got out of the car with out much of a sound from him. Closing the door without much of a hassle on his part when he pulled at strap of his backpack. Saying a lowly and sad good bye to Myu with a barely a wave when he walked away from him. Not sticking around to watch the vehicle drive off once he made his way to entrance gate. Since the driver was speeding toward a place he was house sitting. He stuck to must of the backstreets and alley ways to not get caught by officer Sanehiro for speeding. Until he reached parking space for his car under a owning that had him rushing out. He grabbed his bag out of the back seat where he tossed is as he slammed door behind him. Matching his way toward back entrance to a narrow building that was three levels and carefully constructed.
He pulled a Mew Plush keychain from his pocket where he used a set of keys to open up the locks before stepping in. He pulled his bag on to his shoulders as he took a few mores steps down small hallway. Making sure to close the back door behind him by securing the locks before he further entered. Kicking off his actually shoes to placed them on the near by shelf as he keys got dump in a near by bowl. His hang got dumped in a near by chair as he stopped in place and looked upward with a sigh. Upward his pointed his eyes to look at the sky light that was filling the room with sunlight. He ended up allowing his eyes to look over the place. First floor was complete open floor plan with open and back entrance leading right into it. All the furniture was strategically placed from couches that turn into beds and and coffee table unfolds into a dinning table. Off to the side of the space was a full kitchen and pantry that had just been cleaned recently.
"I am calling he walked across the space to a winding stair case." He climbed when he came to second floor.
This place carried more of homey feel with Ito family heirlooms littered all over near by wall and family alter. Black and white, Taisho-era period pictures were scattered around flame shaped and metallic spider web charm tsuba. Two sheathed Nichirin Swords laid on Katana Stand upon the table with family made sure to pay his respects as he looked upon the pictures inside with wary eyes. First image he looked upon was wedding portrait of Miru Ito official married Kyojuro Rengoku. Second was Uncle Yume Ito and his son posing with his MBBS degree. Third was Musoka being held by his grandfather Shinjuro and cousin Senjuro. Last was a group picture said to be taken on the grounds of historic Butterfly mansion with smiling face. This was one that he pictured up to find his family's ancestors huddled around Senjuro.
"Give me strength." He asked them.
Down went the photo for the Japan Imperial Victorian French Style Rotary Brass Phone laying near by on a doily. He hatred using when his aunt always got him to house sit for her and his uncle- in- law. He closed his eyes and ended up handling the when dialing a single number. Putting the receiver barely an inch to side of his face for him to hear a ringing as he waited. To end up getting ask message about how one's cell phone doesn't rule her life and have a nice day. Followed by a beep that had him leaving a rather crude statements before he hung up.
"Kurjuro is going to kick my rear." He put the phone down.
He the spun on his heel and stopped to view another part of the wall that held a more modern appeal. Pictures were colored and printed right onto pieces of cut glass depicting mostly his aunt and uncle. First photo of them taken during their college years during a freshman mixer. Very intimate way Kurjuro was had his arms above her in a waist length hug; showed their closeness. Second was another taken on college holiday for them. Way the two of them sat beside each other with their arms wrapped each other. Third was during their graduation, when he asked her to move in with him when he career was taking off. Which she said yes and even had a place in mind for them to set up their new life in their home town. Other photos were of places they traveled until getting recently engaged in Kamigamo Jinja, Kyoto two years ago.
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Myu made it a habit to stop by a nursery school to try and flirt with the tallest member of the staff. He was hulking figure, powerfully built and extremely muscular. He has spiky black hair and a prominent birthmark running horizontally across his forehead. Who looked ugly in this bright pink apron that all nursery school staff had to wear. Which Myu pointed out the first time he addressed him when he was picking up his sister's kid.
"Hey!" He gave his usual greeting. "How's everyone doing?"
Most of the female staff that had become his fans ended up waving back at him while huddled together. Gossiping among them selves as they watched if a certain male staff member would approach him. All their eyes went over toward Gyomeio on the other side of the gated in play yard. Who stood to his full height of 7'2½" that sent a lot of kids toward the staff as others watched. Slowly he turned toward the visitor that started visiting out of the blue for no reason. Who wore a set of faded of beaded bracelet on one of his wrists that seem familiar to him in a way. Once more he found the female staff mumbling about FIANLLY asking this stranger out for themselves, if Gyomeio didn't do anything. Already making plans to take him place and meet their parents, if together. Was all he needed to turn and walk toward this person with eyes on him with each step he took. Not knowing of the gate that was between him when he got close enough to take in a nature scent. Some his stirred his heart that already started pounding within his chest.
"Like you told your before," Gyomeio would reply to Myu. "I am doing quite well and would like you to stop coming around here."
"Fine," He backed away from the gate. "I give."
Away from the gate Myu walked saying he'll only be around to drop off his nephew and be on his way. Which he ended up doing now while saying his goodbyes to everyone for the what become last time. This sent the mood for the rest of the day for the kids and the rest of the staff. Who had come to except this nameless face every morning right when morning outside time happen. Didn't seat right with Gyomeio also when he felt everyone's stares til last child was picked up. Sad thing about closing up the gate Myu wasn't there around closing time. Like he had been to try once more to ask Gyomeio out or at-least have a friendly conversation. Some how the heart Gyomeio discovered was missing the smile and teasing presence of Myu.
He was ready to dismiss the next day until he saw a surprising sight when he saw Myu walked by with someone. This high schooler with golden shoulder length hair with red tips, black forked eyebrows and gold eyes with red irises. In a high school's uniform, consisting of a pale blue dress shirt with a sleeveless, white v-neck cardigan worn over the top, and plain black pants. He wears a black necktie around his neck, as well as a pair of dark brown dress shoes. Whose bag was tucked under one his arms as he allowed Myu to pat roughly pat his head and address him informally. Fact this person was standing little to close to Myu some how angried Gyomeio. To the point the handle of the broom he was handling broken in half when he squeezed to tightly.
"Is everything ok?" A co- worker asked him once.
"I am fine." He calmly answered her.
He tried going on his day and be alright all those days after with company that Myu kept when he passed by. People were random from group of high schoolers one day to single person after a few times. When Myu was in the company of that blond haired teen that seem to angry Gyomeio. He couldn't get his head around it after two weeks of watching Myu interact with this person. Came to an end for him when he was the one that stopped the two of them.
"Why don't you go on ahead," Myu address Tojuro, "try not to get into trouble."
"Later Ito-san." Tojuro ran ahead of him.
"Ito-san?" Gyomeio felt silly all the sudden.
"He's my Aunt's husband's youngest nephew," Myu explained his tie to Tojuro, "I am kinda stuck walking him to school now."
Awkward quiet settle between them to the point Tojuro was about to walk backwards and use he had things to do excuse. Wasn't for Gyomeio asking if he would go out with him after work for all to hear him. Myu turned toward him as he agree to meet back here for their outing to begin as staff cheered. Two went through own ways for the rest of the day until end of Gyomeio's work day came. Myu was there in a sour mood upon arrival Myu showed up his hair combed down and button up shirt under a waistcoat. Tie matched the Wisteria Flower embroidery on the frontal section of the waistcoat. One that had Left Gyomeio to slowly started gazing upon him from top to bottom with his heart pounding.
"Blame my aunt and uncle," Myu mumbled when he felt Gyomeio's eyes on him. "They thought I should look the part."
"Then I compliment them on their taste." Gyomeio couldn't keep his eyes off Myu.
"Thanks." Myu looked away when he felt his face turning red.
His face turned back toward Gyomeio when he used his finger tips to barely touched one of Myu's cheeks. Made Myu angle his head to look up at Gyomeio and take in other's full height. This gave Myu a different view of Gyomeio, those broad shoulders and toned pectorals. Neatly highlighted by a shirt Gyomeio has been known to wear in different shades of green. Had Myu slamming his eyes shut and moving his face away from Gyomeio's hand. Didn't sit right with Gyomeio as he didn't like how Mui was acting. He prefer the teasing and flirtatious person that always makes an attempt to visit him every morning.
How Gyomeio planned their night by visiting his favorite in the form of a late hour cat cafe with an interesting menu. Table was quickly chosen and items from the menus were ordered within seconds. Gave the two time to actual talk, Myu was a nurse practitioner currently housing sitting for his aunt and uncle- in- law. Gyomeio was a nursery teacher for 7 and half years. Just half the information that two shared between the two of them with added touch from Myu. Who paid extra for treats to feed one of the passing cats just before their food and drink came. Plating sharing took place as their questions about their drinks took place. Ended with Myu paying and them leave to take a slow walk down a side street to look at the stars. Myu didn't notice the way Gyomeio held him CLOSE with a single arm securely around his waist. How Gyomeio listened to each one of his ranting and raving about constellations. That came to end when they stopped right outside Gyomeio's apartment complex.
"I grew annoyed at first with your repeated visits to my work place. Always trying to strike a conversation or just say hello to me," Gyomeio addressed Myu in a soft tone of voice. "When I saw those other people walking by. That I realize…."
He welcomed when Myu stood on his tiptoes to connect their lips with his using as much leverage as he could. Which was accepted by Gyomeio as he scooped Myu up with one of his arms and carried him. All the way into his apartment without disconnecting their lips as he adjust his head to over the kiss. Struggling at first to open his door with only the use of one arm to end up kicking his door shut. Not much of care of securing the locks when he felt Myu nimble at his lower lip before with drawing his lips. That's when house slippers and a trail of their clothes were made all the way to Gyomeio's futon. Where Myu was laid on the soft comforter by Gyomeio slowly caressing a erogenous zone.
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Arriving back in Japan after a summer spent in Italy was not the family trip that a women about 5'7½", moving in a mini dress, off shoulder, pale yellow, ruffle-puff sleeve, summer dress. In these matching ballet style flats, basic updo braid of her hair was woven through out the back of her head with a flame hair ornament. Stood with a straighten posture as she moved back and fourth. Perfectly polished nails of soften hands came in a colors one would find in a smoldering fire. Her left hand showed a gold band with a simple red gemstone in center, a flame design that framed the stone was just like the hair ornament fasten snugly into braids of her hair. Stepped aside for her son of 5 and a half years as he stood at 3' 6" to run pass her. He wore standard shirt and jeans with sandals cuddling a stuff bunny in his small arms. His long black hair with purple streaks akin to flames along with two shoulder-length bangs and two chin-length bangs on the side of his head, black forked eyebrows, and golden eyes that fade to red with purple pupils. Stopped in the middle of sitting room as he eyes took in the surrounding.
"Myu isn't here?" The boy sadly squealed within disappointed in his voice.
"Domusoka. Sweetie," She reminds him, "He's with his special someone and wasn't going to be here to greet us."
"I thought we were he special someone." Domusoka was on the verge tears.
"Things change." She answered him.
She ended up watching Bomusoka sniffle as he further walked to one of the sofas to crawl on and just hold his stuff bunny. Allowing his mother to assist his father in bringing in their bags from the taxi she had paid for their ride to here. He stood at 5'10" with straight posture and pinned back long bright yellow hair with red streaks akin to flames along with two shoulder-length bangs and two chin-length bangs on the side of his head. Black forked eyebrows over his golden eyes that fade to red with white pupils. In this chinos with a belt and a polo shirt with loafers. A pair of aviator sunglasses shoved on a top his head with a watch snugly on his wrist. Walk passed her twice to get carpet bag, duffle bag, child's backpack, and a carry on. All in without not allowed to lift a single one as she closed and secure the front door behind him.
"Kurjuro!" She gently asked him. "Got everything?"
Her answer came in the form of set of arms and steady moving feet heading toward her direction. Where she was suddenly pulled away from the table where she was setting down her purse and keys. Right into his solid wall of muscle of toned torso from years of
Kendo club. She happily accepted when she turned around in his face to faced him with her arms to rest. To rise on his shoulder so she could look up into his eyes that held a tenderness for her.
"You ready for what's going to come?" The two asked each other.
"I am." Domusoka yelled from the sofa.
"That's our boy," Kurjuro was proud of their son. "and you Ayumu?""
"Wait till I get you upstairs and under me." She whispered into his ear.
Grinned on his face that grew when she kissed the back of his ear before pulling away from his arms. Making her way toward their son to cheer him up til she can figure out when Myu was getting back. Only made Domusoka more angry and sadder when he squeezed his stuffed bunny even harder. He was on the verge of tears about his cousin being away with someone else when here with him when they got back. To only have his mother take a seat right next to him and reach out with one of her hands toward his little one.
"You know you shouldn't be so selfish," She remind Domusoka. "Weren't you the one that told Myu about going after his special someone before we left?"
"Yea." Domusoka remember making Myu promise.
"Now he is with his special someone and here you are pouting." She points out.
"... You think I should apologize when I see him?" Domusoka asked his mother.
He was kissed on the side of his head before he scrambled off the sofa with his stuffed bunny still in his arms as he moved. Making sure to take his backpack with him while thanking his father for the wonderful trip. Got him a pat on the head and offer to walk up the stairs with him. Got his a side to side head nod from his son just wanting to be alone for him to unpack. Had Kurjuro proudly stepping back and watching their son walk off to the third floor all by himself.
