Fangs that cannot be hidden
Shiro's mind went blank as he watched the bone-deep wound on Giyu's chest ooze blood. The wound inflicted by Kokushibo's Moon Breathing was extraordinary, and ordinary means of movement wouldn't have been enough to stop it.
"I'm sorry, Giyuu-senpai... I have to use this..."
Bai gritted her teeth, her silver hair moving without a gust of wind. She extended her trembling right hand and drew a line in front of her. A faint, moonlight-like silver coordinate flashed through the air—this was the first time she had actively used this cursed power since escaping the laboratory.
Blood Demon Art·Infernal Affairs·Moon Migration!
Space instantly warped, the surrounding scenery blurring and reorganizing like a churned surface. The next moment, the two of them were standing on the quiet night street in front of the Butterfly House. The drastic shift in space made Bai's face paler, but she didn't hesitate. She lifted the already fading Yiyong horizontally and rushed towards the familiar door with all her strength.
"Ms. Shinobu! Miss Shinobu! Save him!!" Her voice was hoarse and distorted due to extreme fear and running.
The door of the Butterfly House was flung open, and Butterfly Shinobu, who was sorting herbs, turned back in shock. When she saw the terrible injuries on Yiyong in Bai's arms, the gentle smile on her face disappeared instantly, replaced by absolute seriousness and concentration.
"Put it here! Quick!" Shinobu commanded, laying Giyu flat on the examination table, his hands already nimbly picking up the surgical instruments, "Kanao! Prepare the cardiac stimulant and blood bag!"
Bai was swiftly and firmly escorted out of the medical room. As the paper door closed in front of her, isolating her from the frantic rescue efforts within, she felt as if all her strength had been drained from her. She leaned against the cold wall and slowly slid to the floor. Yiyong's blood, staining her hands and body, became a blinding sight.
"It's all my fault... If it weren't for me... If it weren't for me..." She buried her face deep in her knees, suppressed sobs escaping her throat. She had brought Kokushibo here, and Giyuu had been seriously injured protecting her. And she had even hidden such a crucial secret from him—about her blood demon art, about the Breathing of the Moon. Would he ever forgive her?
"Sister Bai?" A worried voice sounded beside her.
Shiro looked up, and through his tearful eyes he saw Tanjiro and Nezuko had arrived. Tanjiro's face was filled with concern, while Nezuko looked at Shiro with worry in her big pink eyes, making a soft "mmm" sound and clumsily trying to wipe away the tears from Shiro's face with her small hands.
Tanjiro's nose twitched slightly. He smelled the strong smell of blood, the smell of drugs, and the bottomless sadness and self-blame on Bai. He sat down next to Bai and said in his unique, warm and firm voice:
"Sister Shiro, Mr. Tomioka is very, very strong. He will be fine. Besides, Miss Kocho Shinobu is the most powerful doctor!"
Nezuko nodded vigorously as well, snuggling up to Shiro and holding Shiro's trembling hand tightly with her cold little hand.
"I... I used a power he didn't know about..." Bai's voice broke, "I hid it from him..."
"But Sister Shiro saved Mr. Tomioka, didn't you?" Tanjiro said without hesitation, "I can smell that you used some powerful methods to bring him here as quickly as possible. You were desperately trying to protect him!"
These words were like a ray of light, piercing the heavy haze in Bai's heart. She stared blankly at Tanjiro and Nezuko, seeing the unconditional trust and support in their eyes.
At this moment, the door of the medical room was opened a crack, and Shinobu Kocho walked out. There were beads of sweat on her forehead. Her expression was still serious, but there was a hint of relaxation in her eyes.
"The bleeding has stopped, and the broken ribs have been initially fixed." Her voice was steady, with a reassuring strength. "Mr. Tomioka has a strong vitality, and he needs to rest now. However..."
She turned her gaze to Shiro, her violet eyes seemingly piercing through people's hearts. "The one who could inflict such a unique laceration...was an Upper Rank Demon? And how did you manage to get back from Tokyo in such a short time?"
Bai's heart sank, and the tears that had just stopped showed signs of bursting out again. She knew that some explanations could no longer be avoided. She looked at the closed door of the medical room and made a decision in her heart - when he woke up, she would tell him everything, everything.
The medical room was thick with the scent of herbs and disinfectant. Bai sat quietly on a low stool beside the bed, like a frozen statue. Her gaze was fixed on Yiyong's face. Her blue eyes, always as calm as water, were now closed. Her long lashes cast a faint shadow under her eyelids, making his blood-depleted face look even paler.
She reached out, her fingertips delicately brushing away the dark blue hair clung to his forehead, stained with dried blood. The dark crimson stung her eyes. Time seemed to stretch infinitely in the silence, each second accompanied by a heavy heartbeat. Outside the window, the sky gradually shifted from the inky darkness of night to the gray dawn, but the man she waited for showed no sign of waking.
The strain of overusing "Wu Jian: Migrating Moon" began to show. It wasn't just mental fatigue, but a deep-seated energy deficit. She could feel waves of burning thirst deep in her throat, a long-suppressed instinct stirring. She subconsciously pressed the tip of her tongue against the roof of her mouth, clearly feeling the sharp fangs, usually well-hidden, now itching, eager to break free.
This familiar longing filled her with fear and self-loathing, especially here, beside him.
"Senior Yiyong..." Her voice was as light as a feather, choked with sobs, yet filled with endless anticipation, "When will you wake up..."
She carefully took his hand at her side. It was cold, its fingertips thick with calluses from years of gripping knives. She wrapped her own around his, trying to transfer some warmth.
"I still have a lot to tell you... About my swordsmanship... About my... blood." She murmured softly, as if confessing, as if begging for forgiveness, "As long as you wake up, I will tell you everything, and never hide anything again..."
At this moment, the fingertips of the hand she was holding moved almost imperceptibly.
Bai held his breath instantly, all his attention focused on that hand.
Then, she saw Yiyong's eyelashes tremble slightly, like a butterfly struggling to break out of its cocoon. Then, those familiar blue eyes, like the deepest lake water, slowly and with difficulty opened.
His eyes were initially dazed and confused, the weakness of someone just waking from a serious injury. But the moment they focused on her face, the blue hue instantly became clear and sharp. His brows furrowed slightly, not because of the pain of the wound, but because he clearly saw—the barely perceptible crimson ring around Bai's inky pupils, as she struggled to suppress her bloodlust, and the subconscious tightening of her jaw, trying to hide the strangeness of her mouth.
He did not pull his hand back, but instead shook her hand with extremely weak strength.
"...Bai." His voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible, but it carried a reassuring calmness.
Just this one word, this one cry, completely shattered Bai's stubborn resolve. Tears streamed down her face like beads from a broken string, landing on their clasped hands.
He woke up. And the first thing he saw was the appearance of a "ghost" that she least wanted him to see.
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