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『 ＰＯＶ 』 M U R A T A
👺 Going to gather firewood was not something I enjoyed too much, it was cold and everything was covered in a white blanket of snow. As I managed to gather enough firewood, I decided to make a short detour to walk through another road to my house, it was a little longer but the view was incomparable to the path I usually take. It was also the place where I met 「Y/N」 . They truly are something else, always so kind and helpful, even in the darkest times. I smiled recalling the memories the we shared between us and how I felt so grateful to them.
👺 I was hoping spring would come faster, I was waiting for the flowers to bloom and wanted to give the most gorgeous bouquet to them. I sighed looking at the white puff of my warm breath fade into the almost serene snow covered background. As I was nearing my house I found it quite strange how quiet it was, I'm not saying my family is loud, but there should've been some noise coming from the direction of my house, there were knots forming in the pit of my stomach and I had this horrible sense of dread taking over my body. I swallowed hard and started sprinting back home to make sure that this dread was all it was, just dread and nothing serious to worry about.
👺 Finally being able to see my house from a distance I discarded the wood on my back and started actually running, nothing was out of place, breathing a sigh of relief I smiled knowing that it was just a feeing and not anything serious. I went back and gathered the wood that I'd dropped and walked back. I put the firewood outside with the other logs of wood, and gathered a few to take them inside to put in the fire.
👺 As I opened the door to my house, the reeking stench of blood made its way to my nostrils. I called out to my parents, and received no answer so I walked deeper into the house, still calling out to my parents and hoping that they'd answer or that I'd hear some sort of noise indicating where they were, but no matter how loud I called out, an answer never came. The dread I'd been feeling suddenly increased tenfold, I could feel the hard rhythmic beating of my heart in my ears.
👺 Reaching the kitchen I couldn't bring myself to open the door, with everything inside of me, I tried to open the sliding door, but I couldn't bring self to even touch the door. The stench was intense behind the door, I was praying that it was the smell of anything, anything, but what I'd thought it was, I couldn't even bring myself to think about it, I was reassuring myself, lying to myself that it wasn't what I knew it was.
👺 I closed my eyes and decided that I'd spend too much time just standing there doing nothing, I slid the door open, and felt my whole life stop. It was as if time itself had stopped, everything was so still, I felt my legs go numb and dropped to my knees, my parents were dead and I was the only one left alive. It took my body a minute to react, but I started screaming out my parents name, almost as if they'd come back if I screamed loud enough, I felt my body tremble with the sobs that came after. I grabbed my mothers kimono, or at least what was left of it, and held it tightly to my chest, screaming into the blood soaked cloth. There was practical nothing left of them, I was truly alone now, I had no one left now, and I felt myself go limp and pass out.
👺 When I came to, It was before day break and I had hoped what happened yesterday was a bad dream that I was waking up from, but as i pushed myself up from the floor, I realized that I'd been a fool for even thinking such a thing, my clothes were bloodied and my hands were gripping onto the only thing that was left of my mother, a piece of lilac purple kimono fabric, now practically black with dried blood. I pushed myself up from the floor, still feeling numb to everything. I looked at a frame that was shattered, and noticed the small scattered dried blossoms strewn from it, I suddenly realized that I wasn't alone, I still had「Y/N」and that was enough for me to have the smallest sliver of hope, I didn't even change from my bloodied clothes.
👺 Running through the winter forest was so hard, it was unimaginably painful, every sharp breath was like knives cutting my throat. I managed to make it to 「Y/N」's house, I knocked so hard on the door, I thought that I might have broken it. I heard the soft sound of footsteps and when the door slid open I saw their face, at first 「Y/N」was happy to see me, but then they must've seen the bloody clothes as they let out terrified gasp "Murata! What happened?!" They grabbed my shoulders and dragged me inside, ushering me to a room, and offering me some clean clothes, after putting them on, I found them waiting for me in the living room. I sat next to them and they immediately grabbed me and hugged me, I think they knew deep down what had happened too, but they decided not to pry, they just held me as i started sobbing uncontrollably again.
👺 I couldn't describe how I felt, it was so lonely, and dark, but it was a little better knowing I had them, that they'd be there to hold me up. I don't know how long we stayed like that, but they were running their fingers through my hair, and we didn't speak of anything. I sat up and I looked deep into their eyes, "「Y/N」my parents they're-" I couldn't even finish the sentence suddenly「Y/N」held my hands "You don't have to explain anything, I just want you to know that I'm here." I nodded at her words feeling a little lighter.
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So I've changed my writing style a little, and also changed the separators from now on I hope you enjoyed this, it was kinda hard since not much is known about Murata besides his backstory which is similar to Tanjiro's and the fact that he was in the same group as Giyuu
I hope you guys have a lovely day/night, see you in the next one! ♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪
