Explosive Flames (Kyojuro Rengoku x Reader)

❁ The Onslaught of The Household ❁

"Mama?" Echoes of little feet pounding against the wood floors rang through the small house. The child was checking ever nook and cranny for her mother, perhaps they were secretly playing hide and seek. Nothing, she found nothing.

"Papa! Where did mama go?"
Her father was putting away today's groceries in their small, creaky cabinets.

"Why don't you look outside for her, you know your mother loves the outdoors."
[F/N] never once looked up from his task, sorting the newly bought supplies as his daughter ran back out into the snow. He saw no need to worry, no one ever came up here and surely [M/N] can take care of the few animals who reside in the area.

"Mama!" [Name] repeatedly called into the chilly air of the mountain. She paused, spotting a glimpse of something red splattered in the distance. And next to it laid a figure, almost toppling over on the way.
As she got closer she noticed her mother's long brown braid was now undone and lying around her mother's limp body that sunk into the snow.

"Mama!" [Name] was now standing next to her mother. Her body tensed with fear.

Papa talked about this before—he said if anything bad ever happened to go get him—

[Name] turned back towards the way she hoped the house was. Just as she was about to run home, she felt something cold grab her wrist. Fear sieges her heart. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears. It felt as if it would leap out of her chest any second. [Name] felt a tug on her wrist, it was not rough but gentle, playful even.
[Name] lifted her head from the snow, pieces still latching onto her hair. She turned to look at what had grabbed her only to see—her mother—laughing.
[M/N] was no longer laying in the snow. Instead she was sitting on her butt, her thin nightgown loosely fell around her body. Bits of snow still clung to her, reflecting the light from the sun right back into the sky. [M/N] wrapped her arms around [Name]'s neck, gently pulling her daughter into a hug.
"Got you" The woman's lips pulled into a thin smile.
After a moment the little girl grinned back, twice as wide as her mothers. 

That night little Y/N performed the same tasks she has every night before; she washed up, brushed her teeth and went to bed while her parents stayed up hours after, preparing for the next day. Unlike every night before, however, she woke up early, her body seemingly steaming. There was no reason for her to feel overwhelmed with heat when she lived deep in the white mountains, but she was hot, her skin felt like it would melt away in any moment. Y/N slowly opened her eyes, even though the heat urged her to keep them closed in hopes the pain would go away. She knew mother would be unhappy if she had gotten sick once again. But when Y/N opened her eyes, expecting to be greeted with the familiar dark ceiling she was instead met with a fierce light. Their once brown ceiling was being overrun by orange flames. Y/N quickly pushed herself out of the bed even as her body screamed, telling her that moving only made her skin feel even closer to peeling off. She tried to call out for her parents but her throat was dry and croaky. The ceiling caved in, licking the skin of Y/N. She screeched and reared back, her back hitting against her door. The rough impact forced the door to tear off its already weak hinges. She took the opportunity to rush out of the house but when she emerged from the front door, Y/N realized that it was not just the house on fire but the forest around it as well. 

"Y/N!"

F/N grabbed her wrist and in a rush pulled her down the mountain. "We have to go"
"Father? Where is mother?" The little girl questioned but gained no response from the panicked man in front of her. This man did not feel the same as the father she knew. Her father had always been upbeat, he always looked for the brightness instead of the dark. But this man was lost. He was lost. 
"Where is mother?" She tried again but still no answer was given.
They pushed through the burning trees. Almost there. They had almost made it out of this hell together. Y/N could see the trees begin to split. She stumbled forward, falling into the snow. F/N reached out for her and as Y/N was about to take his hand he suddenly went stiff. Her father fell forward, blood beginning to stain the snow around where his neck lay. 



















"A little girl." A  figure stepped forward but the shadows hid their face. "I was not told there would be a child"

"Is that an issue?" Another unknown figure called from somewhere around


"Not at all, was just surprised"

Y/N looked down at her father whose eyes began to dull, quickly. He mumbled something to her. "Be free." 
She did not know what her father meant. Y/N was never trapped, never imprisoned. But at that moment, those two words were all she needed in order to pick herself up, and run. 










Yes, this took me a long time to post. Stuff happened and I honestly forgot that I was writing this - my bad. I hope you enjoyed this chapter! And I hope I remember to keep updating.