𝙸𝚝 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝙴𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎 (𝔾𝕚𝕪𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕠) {𝓚𝓝Ⴘ}
𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 22: 𝓢𝓸.. 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽'𝓼 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽?
Shinobu POV:
The news arrived early in the morning, my crow busting though the window of my office where I was sleeping on the chair.
"Caw, caw! Giyu Tomioka, dead!" The bird squawked loudly in my ear.
"Hm!?" My head shot up. I was a light sleeper. "What?"
"Giyu Tomioka, dead! Accident atop a shrine in the village! Caw!"
My brain stopped functioning for a second.
My heart stopped working too.
"I'm sorry.... I didn't quite catch that." I didn't know why I was speaking to my crow in a monotone, polite manner. I didn't know or care about anything at the moment.
All I could hear was the word, 'dead'.
Author POV:
The news came for everyone else in the early morning light as well.
Mitsuri sobbed hysterically.
Sanemi and Iguro had nothing to say.
Tengen was suprised.
Rengoku was regretful.
Muichiro felt a little sad, though he quickly forgot about it.
Tanjiro cried uncontrolablly.
Kanao and Aoi prayed for his wellbeing in heaven.
Kagaya was mournful.
But he himself...
Shinobu POV:
-Later
"It doesn't make sense!" I was crying furiously in the kitchen, with Aoi and Kanao by my side. "It just doesn't!"
After finally accepting it was true, I had received a text message from Mitsuri, saying she was going to go help with his grave preparations with Rengoku and Tanjiro and asking if I wanted to come, but I couldn't bring myself to reply.
How could this happen? Pillars didn't die from accidents like that. Normal, everyday people did. How had it happened? What was it like? How unlucky would he get?
Apparently someone, while fighting, had accidentally knocked him off a ten-floor shrine building. They rushed him to a hospital, but he was dead from the moment he hit the floor. There no doubt. Half his head was smashed.
The person who had knocked him over was still in court. They were still deciding his fate. I prayed that it would be no better than death.
"Please calm down, Shinobu-sama!" Aoi said.
"I can't! This isn't true! It's not possible..." I sobbed into my hands. "He was so close... he was getting better! He was happy again! He was going to lead a better life! He had only just started living his life to the fullest.. but then... then... it's so unfair!"
"It was an accident, Shinobu-sama. It couldn't be prevented." Kanao tried to comfort me, but to no avail.
"It could be prevented! If those two damn guys hadn't been fighting in the first place! Why would they even be arguing in a shrine of all places?! And why did they have to have him die at a shrine? It's so eerie. It's eerie! It's strange. People pray at shrines, they find peace at shrines. They don't very well die at shrines!" I shrieked. For a moment my crazieness made me furious at shrines.
"You know shrines have nothing to do with anything," Aoi murmured. "You have to accept it, Shinobu-sama."
My sobs racked my body, and I shaked uncontrollably till my teeth were chattering so much I couldn't speak anymore, and just let them envelop me in a warm hug as I fell back on their shoulders, my tears soaking into their kimonos.
Mitsuri POV:
It was so unexpected. How could a Hashira, none less Tomioka, die from an accident like that?
I felt so bad for Shinobu. She must be so upset.. she'd always known Tomioka better than any of us, even though they might not have been friends.
Right now, me, Tanjiro and Rengoku were doing everything we could to help the grave-prep committee dig Tomioka's grave and organise tombstone and funeral.
We were at the flower place picking flowers for the funeral, and after this we were going to go pick a tombstone for him. Since we were the only ones he had, the only ones he at least knew. He didn't have any family members or close friends.
"He might like white roses, right?" I asked, turning to the guys, but there was no answer. They were too busy crying in each other's arms.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Kanroji-san," Tanjiro tore apart from the hug and wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his uniform, "I'm just so shocked. How could it happen? Tomioka-san was so good to me. He gave me and Nezuko a chance. He risked his life for us."
"He was a good man." Rengoku agreed solemnly, sniffing.
"It's sad, isn't it?" I sighed sadly. "But I need you right now to help pick flowers. Black roses might be a little dark, right?"
"He liked the colour blue," Rengoku spoke up. "Or maybe we could do an arrangement of red, green and yellow, like the colours of his haori."
"I think red is a good colour," Tanjiro sniffed. "He had the majority of his haori being red. It must be somehow significant to him..."
Author POV:
Little did they know, red was the colour of Tsutako's haori. It was the colour he would have wanted.
His funeral was a solemn, quiet one. There weren't many people attending the funeral- all the pillars were required to attend, despite some not wanting to, and Tanjiro and his squad came. Himari also attended, sad to see her old boyfriend's death, as they had a peaceful relationship. They broke up on good terms, and Himari knew he was a good man. She brought flowers for him.
Shinobu brought a bunch of freshly-picked roses from the garden at the Butterfly Mansion. Despite promising her sister to smile, she couldn't manage it at the funeral. Her mouth wobbled whenever she tried and she just kept a blank face.
But when it was her turn to approach the gravestone, her tears were the ones who spilled onto the marble.
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