You became a hashira after the loss of your little sister. You generally got bored on every mission and usually slept mid-mission.
That all changed when a new Mist Hashira came along. His name ended up being Muichiro Tokito. He was very independent...
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(Short Chapter)
"Hmhm, my sincere apologies; forgive me, miss; no need to get all upset over this." Neomo said with an evil smirk.
"Now, where was I—ah, yes, your sister, was it? Yes, yes, she was very weak and actually pretty stupid; she didn't even see me behind her!" Neomo chuckled at your dull expression.
"Shut up," you said, your hair covering your watery eyes as you stared at the ground below.
You felt your body grow tense.
"Don't be sad! (y/n) I made sure she had a quick death! So don't worry, plus! I only took one bite!" He continued, happy to see you getting all raged.
You felt your heart start to beat faster, like it was going to beat out of your chest so fast that it would kill you.
"I just dumped her in the cold river! She's on earth now; be happy for her!" Neomo spoke while smiling while staring into your dull, pale, dead face.
You felt anger, rage, and sadness all piling up on a bloody hill, just like in the first dream when Neomo first visited you.
I love you, big sister. - Don't worry, I'll come back, and I'll make sure to make our foster parents make you a Haori, just like me! We can be twins then. Goodbye! Take care of yourself, ok? I'll be back soon!
At that moment, at that time, that day. It all came spilling out. You felt dead, cold, and alone.
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(Not my art, credits to Tokyo Ghoul)
You felt your body heat to an inhuman temperature.
Your demon-slayer mark appeared.
"Hm?" Neomo grew tense and stiffened his stance, preparing for what was to come.
