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Genya was having a good time in the afterlife, actually. He finally is spending time with his little siblings, those who he deeply missed and wanted to apologize to for long, long years.
He wanted to make sure to make up to every promise he made to them in earth, when they were together, when things were okay.
God, he missed them so much. Their little laughs, their loud voices, their contagious happiness, their sweet innocence, their bodies so tiny in comparison to his as they didn't get to live past this version of themselves.
It hurts, yes, to not be able to see them grow up, to see them grow bigger, stronger and... who knows? Maybe as tall as him?
...but there's no point on dwelling in sadness now, he's with them now, and he's sure that, even though they may be struggling a lot for now, the people he cares for in earth will finally live in peace after they defeat the first demon.
Or so he thought, until he heard a small giggle just few steps away, he can recognize that cheerful tone everywhere.
No, not him.
It can't be him.
It can't be him.
"Genya," it was Tanjirou, looking just like the last time he remembers, smile wide and bright.
"What are you doing here?!" He yelled, already breaking apart. "Go back! No! You're not supposed to be here!"
"What are you doing here?!" He yelled, already breaking apart. "Go back! No! You're not supposed to be here!"
His little siblings were taken aback by Genya's loud scream, which he realized immediately, kneeling down to ask them for a favor. He whispered, trying to keep himself together. "I need you to go somewhere else, you can do that, right?"
The smaller one nodded in silence, then the rest agreed and left the two of them alone to sort their feelings out; not before first making sure things would be okay, something Genya had to pinky-promise in order to convince them.
Once they were finally alone, Tanjirou spoke first.
"I'm sorry."
"What happened? Don't tell me-"
"No. No no no, Muzan was defeated," Tanjirou grabbed Genya's hands, gently rubbing his thumb in his palms, drawing small circles. "I just... maybe it was my time."
"I'm sorry."
"What happened? Don't tell me-"
"No. No no no, Muzan was defeated," Tanjirou grabbed Genya's hands, gently rubbing his thumb in his palms, drawing small circles. "I just... maybe it was my time."
"No, It wasn't. You shouldn't be here, Tanjirou," there was little Genya could take before his tears started overflowing, running down his face. "It's all my fault--I just-"
"Hey--no. Genya, look at me."
"Hey--no. Genya, look at me."
After hesitating for a while, he did as he was asked. Tanjirou's eyes were glimmering, tears just shy of coming out, smile still warm and gentle as he remembers, fighting back all his regrets on what he couldn't do back there,
on the people he left behind, on those he may not have been able to take care of before leaving.
"I should be the one saying sorry here. Genya... I'm sorry."
Genya stared in silence, not really understanding what was going on here, why Tanjirou was apologizing to him.
"Remember what I told you back then, yeah? That I was going to protect you. And I didn't-"
Genya stared in silence, not really understanding what was going on here, why Tanjirou was apologizing to him.
"Remember what I told you back then, yeah? That I was going to protect you. And I didn't-"
Now he understands.
Choking on his tears, Tanjirou cleared his throat and kept talking.
Choking on his tears, Tanjirou cleared his throat and kept talking.
"I wasn't there, and you..." he squeezed Genya's hands, now it was his turn to look down and just cry, cry all his stress out, for all the lives that were lost in battle, all the sadness he had to carry up until this point.
With a gentle tug, Genya brought Tanjirou closer and hugged him. Little sobs escaped his mouth mumbling different tones of "I'm sorry", hearing back nothing else but the same words, those he didn't want to hear.
It wasn't Tanjirou's fault that he's dead now, it totally wasn't. When things are out of reach then what else can you do? He never felt anything like Tanjirou or anyone owed a thing to him. Neither protection, nor to be saved.
He maybe felt some regret on his last moments, but never anger or disappointment towards anyone.
To hear Tanjirou's voice, that smooth, chirpy voice that would always make his days better with just a little humming now so broken, so small and bitter felt so wrong, it felt as terrible as the reminder that he is here right now.
He was supposed to live, he was supposed to be with his sister, to be with that group of idiots that are always following him, he deserved to live peacefully with the people he loves once Muzan was finally dead. To live a long, beautiful life and be happy there.
He wasn't supposed to die.
It was unfair. So, so unfair.
It was unfair. So, so unfair.
