dragon power | demon slayer x reader fanfic

Yon - 4

(Y/n)'s POV

"ACHOO!" I sniffled and groaned. "This isn't supposed to happen..." I muttered. (M/n) sighed and placed a wet cloth on my forehead.

"I told you a bunch of times, (Y/n). Don't go out and running around like a mad man. Did you forgot that we live at a cold mountain. See what happens if you don't listen?" Mother caressed my cheek as I sniffle.

"Your lucky it was just a mere fever, Onee-chan!" Shota exclaimed. I chuckled.

"I'm fine! I can still train!" I stood up proudly to get slapped by my sister. I fell back down on my futon. "itai...nee-chan..."

"Don't nee-chan me, baka. That's what you get for not listening to oka-san. Honestly, your just like dad." Aishi spat and went out of my room. I opened my eyes as I sat up.

My gaze on Aishi's disappearing figure. "Eh? Nee-chan! M-Matte!" Shota chased after the said nee-chan. He closed the door.

I clicked my tongue in annoyance and laid back on my futon, looking up at the ceiling. I heard my mother sighed and took the cloth away. She placed the cloth inside the bucket and stood up.

"I'll leave you to rest, (Y/n). Take care of yourself." My mother said as she went towards the door. My eyes softened.

"She's right." My mother paused. "I'm just like dad. Yeah, I'm just like dad but," I stopped and sat up, looking up at my mother's back.

"What's so wrong with that? Father is a strong, independent, wise, capable man. He was once a Kinoe. I always adore that. I always adore that I have a father, a good one. He may have been strict to me at training, but,i didn't mind, I was the one to ask for it. So tell me... Oka-san..." She finally turned her head to look at me.

"Why do you guys say it like it's so bad? Why do you two hate Oto-san that much? What did he do to make you and nee-san despise him?" I asked, monotoned as I have a serious face.

To be honest, I just can't handle it anymore. From the day I was born, I can see that nee-san and oka-san have been giving oto-san the sting eyes.

I couldn't ask him since it could trigger somethings I shouldn't be apart of. Everyday while I'm training with my father beside me, I can feel that our connection getting stronger and stronger. That's why I have grown liking of him, I mean he is my father, of course I lik- love him, he's always there to treat my wounds after all. I didn't bother going to oka-san or nee-san, I'm sure they'll be super annoyed that I'm always using them.

"Oka-san... I need my answers. Why... Nande... NANDE?" I exclaimed as I gritted my teeth. My mother looked down at me.

"Huh..." She slapped me. I held onto my red cheek as I looked at her.

'She... Slapped... Me... My mother, whom never hurt me... Just... Slapped... Me...' I thought.

"I HATE IT ALRIGHT?! I HATED THAT I MARRIED A MAN THAT WAS CONSTANTLY HURT! I HATE IT THAT EVERYTIME I WELCOME HIM BACK HOME HE'S HURT! BURNT! SLASHED! BROKEN BONES! BLOOD LOSS! I HATE THE FACT THAT HE CONSTANTLY WORRIES ME!" My mother yelled at me, letting all her anger out.

"I WAS GLAD THAT HE RETIRED! I WAS EVEN MORE GLAD WHEN I HAD YOU AND AISHI AND SHOTA!

WE WERE A HAPPY FAMILY! BUT YOU JUST HAVE TO MAKE THE SECOND THING THAT WORRIES ME! NOW THAT I NOTICE, YOUR FACE, HAND, ARM, LEGS ARE ALWAYS BRUISED OR EVEN BANDAGED UP!

THAT'S WHY WE HATED HIM! I HATED THAT HE DIDN'T HESITATE TO TRAIN YOU! I HATED THE FACT THAT YOU EVEN AGREE GOING THROUGH HELL!

I HATE THAT THE FACT YOU GET HURT!"

She yelled out as my bangs created a shadow on my eyes. I nodded as I let my hand slid down.

"I get it... oka-san..." I tucked myself to bed as I laid sideways. "I promise I won't make you worry anymore..." I muttered.

Her eyes widened as she felt a huge tug on the edge of her lips. "(Y/n)... Thank you..." She said. I nodded.

"I'll need my rest now, Oka-san. Oyasuminasai...." I told my mother goodnight which she returned one and left my room. I snuggled into my blanket.

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