✿❀𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑨𝑯𝑨𝑲𝑰✿❀

ꕥ𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆ꕥ

❁𝑴𝑬𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑯𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑹𝑨❁

The day of the meeting with the rest of the Hashira had arrived, and as you prepared for the gathering, you carefully adorned the uniform and haori. However, you couldn't shake the feeling of discomfort at the revealing nature of the Slayer's uniform. It exposed your chest and featured a revealing skirt, paired with thigh-high lace socks and red sandals. You adjusted your pink flower fox mask, ensuring it sat perfectly in place, and draped the pink haori over your shoulders.

Once ready, you and Muichiro made your way to meet the other Hashira. As you approached the group, you couldn't help but notice the flushed faces of the male members, causing you to blush in embarrassment. Trying to brush off the attention, you greeted everyone with a smile. Certain members of the Hashira, like Giyuu, Rengoku, and Obanai, caught your eye, with Obanai in particular leaving you breathless.

As the introductions began, it was your turn to step forward and reveal your presence. You introduced yourself as Y/n Tokito, the Bleeding Heart Hashira, acknowledging the somewhat whimsical name that held deep significance to you. All eyes were on you, curious to know more about the unique title you held.

Remembering your brother's tendency to forget, you leaned in close and whispered a reminder to him, prompting him to introduce himself. But, true to his nature, Muichiro had forgotten again, causing you to shake your head in frustration. You took it upon yourself to explain his forgetfulness to the group, providing a glimpse into the challenges you faced as his sister and caretaker.

Obanai, driven by his curiosity, inquired about the reason behind your mask and why it only covered your eyes. Your response was blunt and guarded, emphasizing your refusal to reveal your cursed eyes. The pain and bitterness in your voice were evident as you shared the story of your parents' rejection, the town's cruel judgment, and the loss you had endured.

The weight of your words hung heavy in the air as you recounted how your parents had once loved and adored you, only to cast you aside upon seeing your unique eyes. Their accusations of being the devil's child and a curse haunted you, leaving a deep wound within your soul. The Tokito family's kindness had provided a temporary haven, but even they were taken from you tragically.

Your voice trembled as you spoke of your brother's memory loss and the untimely death of your other brother, the pain of his loss lingering in your heart. It seemed that everyone you held dear had suffered because of your cursed eyes, compounding the guilt and sorrow that burdened you.

As you shared your truth, the room fell silent, the weight of your words touching the hearts of those present. Each member of the Hashira had their own share of pain and loss, and in that moment, they saw in you a kindred spirit, someone who carried the weight of their past upon their shoulders.

Mitsuri and the others approached you, their eyes filled with empathy and understanding, offering their support and reassurance. In their presence, you found a glimmer of hope that perhaps, together, you could find solace and redemption, embracing the strength that lay within the united hearts of the Hashira.

❁𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑹❁

In the depths of the forest, you found solace from the prying eyes of the world. With your mask removed, you let the guilt and sorrow consume you, speaking to the memory of Yuichiro as if he were there. Your words were heavy with remorse, apologizing for not being able to save him and expressing your regret for not being the one to sacrifice yourself.

Unbeknownst to you, Obanai had been silently listening, his presence revealed as he addressed the weight you carried. He questioned your self-blame and desire to have taken Yuichiro's place. Startled, you hastily donned your mask once more, shielding yourself from his gaze. Through your sorrowful mask, you poured out your anguish, explaining how Yuichiro deserved to live, and how you believed his death was your fault for not being faster or better able to protect him and Muichiro. The guilt of not fulfilling your role as their older sister gnawed at your conscience.

Obanai, observing your torment, sought to impart a newfound perspective. He asked why you carried the weight of blame solely upon yourself and encouraged you to find a reason to live, one that honored the memory of your brothers. His words struck a chord within you, and you nodded, silently accepting the challenge to live each day for the sake of Yuichiro and Muichiro.

Later that day, the Hashira and the Master convened for a small meeting, a welcoming gathering to officially introduce you and Muichiro into the fold. As the family embraced you both, you felt a glimmer of acceptance and belonging within their midst. The shared pain and resilience of the Hashira connected you, and you found solace in the understanding they offered.

In the following days, the topic turned to your weapons and their respective makers. Curiosity filled the air as the Hashira expressed their intrigue to see what weapons you and Muichiro wielded. Muichiro had acquired a sword, its beauty undeniable. However, as you picked up your weapon, confusion washed over you. The pink sword in your hand seemed incongruous, and you couldn't comprehend its significance. Yet, as the others explained, it became apparent that your sword was unique, crafted specifically to align with your breathing style. It was a testament to your individuality and the strength that lay within you.

After the meeting concluded, you bid farewell to the Hashira and the Master, each retreating to their respective homes to seek rest. Fatigue settled heavily upon you, a result of the emotional journey you had endured. As you settled into a well-deserved slumber, your mind swirled with the newfound sense of purpose and the acceptance of the Hashira family. The road ahead remained challenging, but the seeds of hope and resilience had been planted within your heart, guiding you toward a future where the memories of your brothers could be honored and their sacrifice could find meaning.