He hated you, he knew it. Yes, that was what he was supposed to do: hate you. But it seemed impossible when your eyes focused on his and he raised the nichirin ready to use it on you, he simply couldn't, his body froze as if it was programmed to protect you from evil and not to cause it. You were an oni, nothing less than that, he was worried, you were the evil of that world and yet he was keeping you alive in his house, hiding you from everything and everyone.

His eyes narrowed as he looked at you huddled beneath the covers, shielding yourself from the sun as he entered the house, his clothes stained with the maroon color and the metallic smell of the liquid filling the room. He sighed, moving closer to you and touching your hair, playing awkwardly with a strand between his thick, calloused fingers. He gave a slight smile, he couldn't end this, he couldn't leave you behind, he hated demons, but he didn't hate you, if necessary he would take you to hell on his back, you were his love despite everything. You were his life, all that was left.

You didn't attack humans, he made sure of that by exposing his neck to you and feeding you with his blood of a Marechi, a rare blood that you were lucky enough to taste. He closed the curtains, then sat down on the bed next to you. He sighed and began to bandage the wounds on his body, those would give new scars. Sanemi was crazy, simply sick for you, before you he had never hesitated to eliminate a demon, but you were an exception to the rule, he wouldn't dare to touch you like that.

His eyes went to yours. He could tell you were hungry from the smell of all that blood. "Hungry?" He asked, looking at you as he took off his haori and threw it somewhere in the room, exposing his neck to you. "Come here, I'll feed you, demon." the voice was rough, he was never sweet anyway.