Kyojurou knew you since you two were children. You two were good friends, he just found you so cute. That eyes of yours that shined like stars, that adorable smile, your tiny hands that were so small compared to his, even as a child. He loved you so much, but you two were children after all. He couldn't say it, not yet. But how could he know it was too late?

You never had a loving family, and knowing you were pretty, they sold you to the Yuukaku. You'd work there until you were grown up and became an Oiran. Why? They wanted money. So, they'd sell you. Kyojurou was so upset. He cried night, to night. All because he couldn't confess. Because he was a jerk. He could have told that he loved you. Then, you'd get engaged and marry once you two were grown ups. That could happen. But he didn't. How much he hated him self for that.

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Kyojurou became a Demon Slayer, to continue the Flame Hashiras after his father. And while that happened, you worked there, soon became an Oiran. You had all what was needed after all. Talent, good skills, good looks. But you lost your virginity, not to a person you loved. To entertain disgusting people. But that was your life now. Kyojurou would often come and see you, ask how you are doing and bring you your favorite sweets, just because you couldn't eat them to stay in shape now.

It was another day of him coming, he loved to see you. But this time, you looked even more tired than usual. Like how you almost fell asleep when you put your head on his shoulder. That made Kyojurou sad. Looking down at your pretty face, those eyes that once shined.. were full of sadness. It pained him.

Looking down at you..he noticed it. He knew you had a 'customer' last night. He knew it. It made his blood boil. He reached his hand out, the other one around your shoulders, wiping the small drop of sperm that was there away with his fingers.

You have..sperm on your lips.

He mumbled, his blood was boiling. Not at you, as the people who made this to you.