❛ she's a pure soul with a kind heart, who wouldn't love her? ❜
when butterflies flutter
around her, means she's
the one in control.
est. 24th December 2020
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YOU SMILED hearing your mother sang songs to yukio who is still asleep as you passed by your parents' room. your father left for his job, that was what amane answered when you asked her where he was.
yesterday the black haired man, now you know as fushiguro toji, left late in the evening. he didnt promise to be back, but he did say he'll come back if he had the time.
‘katana~ katana~ when will my katana come~’ you sang in your thoughts as you skipped through the yard, watching butterflies fly around the gardens. their colors varied but somehow you had taken a liking to those who had blue and violet wings.
one with violet wings flew over you, landing on the tip of your nose making you chuckle. “hello there.” you greeted. it fluttered its wings and you took it as a reply.
some cleared their throat making you turn around to see who the person was. you didnt know who he was but seeing from mark on his forehead, he is part of the fujimura clan. sakuya told you about them yesterday, they are the ones who makes weapons exclusively for the kocho clan.
“you must be [name]?” he asked while you nodded reluctantly. your [color]eyes followed his figure as he sat on the engawa.
you stared at the katana in his hands, he them gestured you to come sit next to him. still waiting for him to introduce himself only for him to hand you the katana.
“unsheathe the blade, infuse it with your cursed energy till the blade changes its color.” you obeyed, taking a deep breath as you closed your eyes.
after a few second you opened your eyes, your [color] eyes widening as the blade turned [color].
“[color] huh? havent seen any blade change into that color in years, maybe i should ask the chief about it.” the swordsmith mumbled. “right, i almost forgot. i am fujimura chihiro, your swordsmith.”
“o-oh. . . nice to meet you fujimura-san—” he cut you off with his finger pointing straight at your forehead.
“take care of katana young miss, or i will chop you into pieces!” you sweatdropped at his statement.
the swordsmith was about to educate you about how katana's were important even if you were in the verge of dying when someone came into the scene.
“fushiguro-san!” you called waving your hand at the said man who just entered the yard.
“listen to me young lady— ugh, nevermind. im going home.” chihiro the made is way out the estate, “chihiro-san sayonara, ill take care of my blade i promise!”
