Hello! Welcome back to another Genmui fic! Feel free to request any fics you want (as long as I know/watch the anime or show its about). I don't own characters except for my lil Mui stuffie.
The hidden village of swordsmiths, so secret that any demon slayer must be blindfolded and carried to its exact location. The Mist Hashira and a fellow demon slayer had gone there together to get their swords sharned, and in the meantime decided to check out the famous hotsprings there.
Since it was a full moon that night, the two waited until the stars covered the sky to head over. Plus, no one else would be there.
They came down the moonlit path to the steaming rocky pond, the light brighting the whole area.
Genya hung his clothes on a nearby tree branch, then slowly slipping into the water.
"How is it?" Muichiro asked, undressing himself, as neither felt ashamed or embarassed to be fully uncovered.
"Perfect" he replied, his body snd mind being instantly soothed, just like the swordsmith who'd told them about the place had said. He stared up at the full moon in the sky, as Muichiro slipped in, moving gracefully through the water over to Genya.
"Its crazy that it's millions of miles away... but we can still see it so big from here..." Muichiro leaned his head on Genya's shoulder as the two gazed up at the massive yet beautiful gold-tinted moon.
"It [the moon] is sure pretty tonight" Genya carefully stroked Muichiro's hair behind his ear, caressing his delicate face. Leaning into his hand, Muichiro moved closer to him, bascically sitting on his lap, then resting his head against Genya's bare chest as he (Gen) enclosed his arms around him. Their legs entangled with each other, they grabbed each other, staring into their eyes.
Minutes became hours as time seemed to be erased, both never wanting it to end. Each second was a heavan of its own, no movement perfectly replicated, no breath could be identcally retaken. Paradise like no other, lasting for hours that felt like minutes, only being seen by the moonlight.