Nightmare- Giyu
Most nights Giyu was lucky to get just a few hours sleep. Frequently going days without even a wink of sleep. It was something that had been going on for year. And he didn't intent to stop that anytime soon.
Tonight was one of the few nights he had decided to sleep, mostly as he'd recently felt his eyelids getting heavier, even during battles and he couldn't just let himself sleep in the middle of the battles, especially not if there were other slayers to protect. So, he tucked himself in and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he prepared for the inevitable.
In his dream world things were never good. Mostly he saw Sabito, sometimes his sister too. Tonight, he happened to be seeing both. The sister that he was sure had once loved him was now in a swamp, grabbing onto his foot and wailing. She looked like she was in so much pain, but Giyu knew there was nothing he could do about it but listen, somehow understanding it was his fault but not knowing how. soon even he began sinking into the mud. Turning around he saw Sabito, his face pale and the expression on it was full of hatred and anger, holding his sword like he had in the final selection. Really Giyu expected him to speak but that silent look said more than words ever could. And to Giyu that was a million times worse.
With the hand still dragging down his foot Giyu couldn't move. Wailing echoed in his ears as the silent Sabito took just one step closer. He looked so full of hatred. Like he was going in for the kill. Panicking Giyu tried to free himself, but it was no use. He was getting closer. Even the sky above him started to swirl in a dizzying dance. As Sabito got closer Giyu noticed his face was rotted and the only thing that he still recognised was his eyes and maybe the outline of his face. something was stopping Giyu from screaming. now somehow branches were coming from the ground to grab hold of him and drag him down. Giyu tried to look away, but his eyes landed on his sister, she still had her braid in and her signature haori on. Tsutako. He had almost forgotten her name with the shock of her new appearance in the swamp.
The closer he looked at her the further she looked from the Tsutako he knew. Her face seemed blurry as she looked up at him, she was covered in dirt. She looked more like a monster than a sister. And her face. it was… wrong. just as wrong as the way the trees were now growing faces of all those he'd failed in his life and were yelling at him, screaming out his doubts and fears were true. Just as the nightmarish Sabito was about to grab onto him he thought of something.
He woke up realising the truth. It was a nightmare, but also there was something much worse he'd realised.
He'd forgotten her face.