Sakiya Aikawa was a girl with tragedy flowing through her veins and fury muted beneath her skin. She was living proof that a shattered heart could still beat. She had spent her entire life chasing one purpose after another. She was not born strong...
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It had been almost a week since her talk with the flame hashira. Things had gone on as usual for the monotonous girl. Sakiya had commissioned a project for herself asking Kagay for some art supplies.
The man was more than happy to help provide whatever she needed after finding out what it was for. Sakiya had also asked Shinobu for uninterrupted time in the butterfly mansions sunroom for a few hours every morning which the lavender eyed woman had gracefully accepted.
Sakiya had spent her days locked up in that sunroom, her steady hands streaking the paints provided for her across a canvas. It had taken the majority of the week for her to finish in time but she managed. Now all she had to do was wait for that specific day before she could finally give her family what they deserve.
Now though here she sits watching the boys train as she throws rocks at them again. They had improved quite a bit through the two weeks. Now though they struggle at dodging the stones casted at them. Sakiya had upped the difficulty by putting them on wooden posts causing them to have to keep their balance as well as dodge the onslaught of rocks flying towards them.
"Inosuke stop hitting me!!!!" Zenitsu wails as Inosukes pole hits him in the head again.
"Shut up Minetsu, I'm trying to concentrate!" Inosuke snaps, smacking the poor blonde again.
"No! Not until you stop hitting me!"
Tanjiro just looks at the two with dotted eyes while clutching his own pole tightly and Sakiya stops throwing rocks as they argue.
"Sakiya-chan!" A familiar boisterous voice shouts and the violet haired girl looks up to see Kyojuro bounding up to her with a bright smile on his face. Trailing behind him stands a tall man with white hair and a jeweled headband. Sakiya vaguely remembers him from the meeting she crashed after Tanjiro had called for her. His presence was just as bright as Kyojuro's but with a more eccentric tinge to it.
"Hello Rengoku-san. What brings you here today?" Sakiya asks, watching the two hashira's curiously.
"I told you to call me Kyojuro, Sakiya-chan! Nevermind that though! I just got back from a mission and I was going to get some food with Tengen here. I was wondering if you wanted to join us!" Kyojuro says and watches amused as Sakiya tilts her head as she eyes the taller man who grins. This would make the second hashira that has approached her willingly. Unlike some of the others who still watch, the taller man holds no suspicion or malice in his aura.
