Fragments of You | SaneGiyuu

by orphan_account

Summary:

COMPLETED

The Hashira are split into groups to safeguard the Southern, Western, Northern, and Eastern Villages atop the treacherous Mount Chryos. Giyuu Tomioka, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Obanai Iguro, and Tengen Uzui find themselves stationed in a remote safe house, tasked with defending the Southern Village.

Amid the relentless battles, Sanemi's rough exterior begins to crack, revealing a burgeoning affection for the stoic Giyuu. However, Giyuu remains ensnared by the past, tormented by guilt over the death of his lost friend and past lover, Sabito.

His growing feelings for Sanemi are overshadowed by the belief that he is unworthy of love, having failed to save Sabito. As demons close in and tensions rise, both men must navigate their complex emotions. Will they find solace in each other, or will the ghosts of the past keep them forever apart?

Notes:

A quick heads up to everyone! I made it so that Sabito was actually 18 at the time of his death, so it’s only been three years since his passing.

Also, no Hashira are dead, and other things have been changed. This a fanfic, so things are different. you get the jist of it.

Chapter 1: Prologue

He was back at the foot of Mount Sagiri, the air thick with mist and the scent of pine. The familiar path stretched before him, but something was off. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the distant, echoing footsteps that weren't his own. Giyuu followed the sound, each step feeling heavier, as if the earth itself tried to hold him back.

As he came to a calm stream, deciding to follow it through the thick of the woods, he began to hear the faint hum of a tune. It sounded familiar. It sounded... Angelic.

Giyuu reached a clearing, and there he saw a figure standing with their back to him. The figure was unmistakable – the same auburn hair, the same determined stance. His heart ached with a mixture of longing and dread. He called out, but his voice was swallowed by the mist. The figure turned slowly, and for a fleeting moment, Giyuu saw Sabito's face, serene yet sorrowful.

Sabito didn't speak, but his eyes conveyed a thousand unspoken words. Giyuu tried to reach out, to close the distance between them, but the ground beneath him seemed to crumble away, pulling him into a void. As he fell, Sabito's figure faded into the mist, leaving Giyuu with a profound sense of loss and unresolved yearning.

Giyuu Tomioka woke with a start, his breath shallow and beads of sweat clinging to his forehead. The room was dark, save for the faint sliver of moonlight that filtered through the shoji screen. He sat up, running a trembling hand through his disheveled hair, the remnants of his nightmare still clinging to the edges of his consciousness.

It was the same damned dream that he had had every night for the last three years. The same dream that haunted him daily, and left him with an unwavering sense of sadness, that Giyuu knew would never go away or fade. Giyuu knew this, and accepted it. For it was his fault that Sabito had died.

Now, awake and alone in the quiet of his room, Giyuu felt the weight of the dream settle over him like a shroud. He sighed deeply, pushing the lingering sorrow aside as he prepared for another day of battles, carrying the memory of Sabito with him, a ghostly presence that never truly left his heart.