A/N: I've decided to do little drabbles in between one-shots. Sort of as an appetizer, or something quick to do so I can update.

I'm still open to taking prompts!!!!

SPOILER WARNING: Do not read the drabble titled "Lawless" if you have not gotten past chapter 145 in the manga.

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Creek

Shinobu has been trying to pin the flow of Giyuu's Breath for ages.

He does not thunder in a rolling wave as other masters of his breath do, nor does he hold the mystery of deep open waters. And, despite coming from the same teacher, he does not bring the respite of a sunshower as Tanjiro does.

Originally she had deemed him a pond—still, silent—but that did not stick; because while he ignores even the most basic socialization, Giyuu does not stand idly. He still flows along, determined as the rest to meet their goal.

It isn't until they hop moss-soaked rocks over a stream that she has her epiphany.

Ah, she realizes, watching the freshwater break through rocks, he is the trickle of a creek.

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Vicious

Shinobu is tenacious in her fighting; she's graceful, fleeting— dancing between enemies in a blur of translucent wings, just as her Breath would suggest. She is a Butterfly girl, after all, and so she is airy and elegant by association.

Giyuu is reminded, however, as she stabs through the skull of a demon child with a viciousness at odds with the smile on her face, that wasps are insects too.

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Rolls

He's just leaving the Butterfly estate after a particularly nasty fight, his side still sore from the burn of poison, when one of the girls approaches him.

He only barely remembers her name, Aoi, because she was the one who had treated him, (despite Shinobu being the poison specialist, he hadn't seen her in the building at all that day). The girl all but shoves a warm bag into his hand, it smells of sugar and honey.

"Lady Shinobu heard you were here and asked me to give these to you," she glares, the look had made him nervous at first, although now he's learned that she is simply in a perpetual state of indignance, "as an apology for not being there to treat you. They're leftovers. Have a good day, Tomioka-sama."

He chews on the bread rolls as he walks to his estate.

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Night

They are both insomniacs. Although that is hardly a surprise, it comes with the job description. They're nocturnal hunters, prey turned predators in the long-winded fight to eradicate demons. Nights are bloodied and tense and full of grief. Mornings are spent buried in the clutches of sleep.

Even so, there is a serenity to be found together, sitting on the cracked roof of the Butterfly estate, a cacophony of stars the only eyes to watch them in the dark.

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Lawless

The law of existence is that it is lawless.

A universe that created demons has no room for sympathy, nor care for the fragility of human emotion. It is discord under the guise of order. A wolf in sheep's clothing. A demon in a human's skin.

Cruelty litters the outside world, but it becomes the foundation of the Infinity Fortress's walls. There is no space for closure or goodbye's between these twisting corridors.

"Caw! Caw! Kochou Shinobu is dead!"

Existence is lawless, and Giyuu is reminded of that for the third time in his twenty-one years in the middle of a demon's lair, with only a crow's piercing shrill to deliver the blow.