angst and platonic fluff

NEZUKO HAS ALREADY CONQUERED THE SUN

The estate grounds were quiet, save for the heavy breathing that came from Genya. Tanjiro and his friends watched the scene unfold and were left shocked, even Inosuke had quickly abandoned his usual loud self for the time being. Genya panted a few more times before lifting his gaze from the ground and to the white haired man standing before him.

"I-I'm telling you..to stop p-pushing me around like this Nemi! I'm a human being w-with feelings and I DO NOT DESERVE TO BE TREATED LIKE THIS!!"

Tanjiro smiled. Finally after all those afternoon talks, Genya was standing up for himself. He felt bad that the young slayer was always being verbally abused by his own older brother. Siblings weren't supposed to do that. Tanjiro never thought Genya would actually do it though. He was timid when it came to Sanemi and was always walking on eggshells around him.

Sanemi clenched his fists and resisted the urge to smack the teenager boy on the back of his head. How dare he lash out at him like that? Raise his voice to his elder, his superior? Clearly Himejima hadn't taught him respect. With a disgruntled voice he spoke, "Who do you think you are to talk to me in such a manner? HUH? ANSWER ME!" 

Sanemi didn't mean it. He swears, he didn't mean it. He let his resistance go for ONE second and that was all it took for him to lose it. Before anyone realized what was happening, Nezuko was out of her box and baring her nails at Sanemi. Why was she angry at him? She watched him yell at Genya many times and never did this. "MMMPH!" she mumbled out, sending a harsh kick to his stomach. Sanemi was too far gone to realize what happened and clutched his side in pain. 

"YOU FUCKING DEVIL CHILD! DID YOU JUST KICK ME? I'LL FUCK YOU UP LITTLE GIR- huh?" Sanemi looked down at his right hand. He uncurled his fist to stare at the blood smeared on his palm and on his scarred knuckles. Thats why it was stinging. It was red. The Wind Hashira ignored Nezuko and was about to push her aside when he heard a small groan. He held his breath and turned around. 

Genya was on the grass clutching his bruised cheek that was bleeding. Zenitsu was frantically screaming at Sanemi, but his head tuned him out. He couldn't focus on anything. Sanemi just kept staring at him. "YOU BASTARD YOU HIT HIM! CHILD ABUSE, CHILD ABUSE I SAY!" screeched the blonde boy as he placed Genya's head on his lap.

You hit him.

He's bleeding.

He's hurt.

You did this.

Sanemi was running now. When did he start running? He couldn't remember. Next thing he knew he was inside his estate, screaming and throwing bowls and stabbing his table with broken chopsticks. The Kakushi could only watch in horror.