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─── ∙ ~εïз~ ∙ ───
𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈
Inari stared at the gravestone.
A funeral was held to honor her short life.
She could hear the muffled cries around her.
The soft patter of the rain hitting the already wet dirt.
Kiyoko stood next to her, holding his sisters hand tight while his other hand was gripped onto the umbrella used to protect them from the light rain.
Inari glanced at him, but she couldn't really see his face. Kiyoko felt numb, he was biting the inside of his cheek to feel something, but there was nothing.
Just the bitter taste of his own blood.
He could feel tears running down his face, like hot water was leaking from his eyes.
Amaya was standing by herself, she was the closest to the gravestone, her hand covered her mouth as she cried quietly.
"Why?"
Why would anyone do this.
What type of "loving mother" abandons her kids? Just like that?
Did they even know who she was?
How kind she was?
They couldn't find the rest of her body.
Just two fingers.
Two.
Those same fingers attached to the hand Inari held.
So many people held.
People are scared.
They believed that they killed Akane and stole her body.
The venom and Sekigan, remember?
Her eyes narrowed at that thought, her eyebrows knit together in confusion.
