❝𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄.❞
❝𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔❞
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Seeing the heavy emotion on your face, the sight mingling with your scent- it was unlike any other time Tanjiro's ever seen you like. It was raw and...
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𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐄𝐗𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 being so self aware yet so mentally unwell. It's like witnessing your own crime. Trauma did not make you stronger nor did it magically give you wings, it felt more like heavy chains. It made you fragile, sensitive and dysfunctional. Gave you the struggle of trust, ample exhaustion, and a lack of purpose to anything that might've been meaningful at one point. Trauma does not always strengthen people, most times it only shatters them completely and shackles their future with the fear of repetition.
They say; 'By letting go, you will lose many things from the past, but you will find yourself.' You have always disagreed. You cannot lose yourself, only forget who you are. However, that begs the question, what was there to forget if you never knew? You did not know your origin, just a starting point in a new location. Perhaps you have forgotten, but there was never a point where you remembered. Until now.
Luna, your beautiful black crow, flew above you as your guide. So far, you visited a few villages and heard a few rumors regarding the mission you would be accompanying the Flame Hashira. As of now, you ran along the tracks for trains in search of what you heard was called the 'Mugen Train.' It was night, past the mid of it. You spent days in search of his exact location, he was always on the move, and fast.
On your back was a bag, one that you would carry on long missions that you assumed would be a mess of injuries. So you brought medical supplies, herbs you grew mixed with what was given by Shinobu. The further you ran, the more you could feel the aura of the one who requested your presence. And as you got closer, you could feel the company he had; a demon. And judging by its aura, it wasn't a smart one.
"Hmm." Your voice came from your chest as you thought to yourself out loud. "A mile ahead." With that knowledge, you increased your speed to limit the time it would take to reach your destination. You slowed to stop when you reached a station for resting trains, subconsciously touching your hair, which was slicked back in a big, vibrant Afro-Puff.
Usually the workers would be all around at work, but you didn't see them when you arrived. They were there and alive, you could feel the presence of their auras and hear their voices. Walking around, you found the group of works standing behind none other than the Flame Hashira, Kyojuro Rengoku. A few feet before him stood a green-bluish demon holding a boy hostage, who it wounded.
"If you want to save them, then get to the station before me." You heard the malice in the demons voice as you quietly got closer, being careful to conceal your presence. His grip on the young worker tightened. "Before that happens, I'll have to kill this one!"
