Mary On A Cross ✔

XII.

Chapter 12: Oyakata-Sama?!

A few days passed and it was peaceful, your hair grew a lot and no thoughts came to cut them. You had your light blue kimono and with the red and golden obi your husband gave you the obi represented that you were a Rengoku.

Shinjuro wasn’t home but his crow came cawing like crazy making you glare at it.

“CAW, Oyakata-Sama has passed away.” He announced making you stop from washing the glass plate, your grip loose and the china styled plate slipped your grasp into the ground.

Your gaze was distant and the sound of the crash didn’t reach your ears as panic rose – you expected that the current – well passed – Master would have to die one die. Kagaya is only three!

The loud crash attracted a Kakuchi that was responsible of the manor who panicked seeing you in that state with a very sad crow.

The news spread like wild fire. When Shinjuro got home he tried to console you but you were in a daze everything was a blur as you tried to calm yourself, as reality hit you again, you clearly was having too much fun that you forgot the actual shit that happens in the own story you created.

You forgot you were at the edge of death and that your first born and many future Hashiras also were destined to die in the hands of the Kizuki.

Maybe you also had to die for everything that happened to happen, after all, Ruka’s death had a huge change in the family and had something to do with everything that happened to Kyojuro and Tanjiro’s hand guard.

“calm down, Ruka,” Shinjuro coaxed you with a hand on your waist and the other whipped your tears.

As he did and your turned to look up at his face your face crunched up since you didn’t see your beloved husband rather you saw Kyojuro the boy you would get to see as a son soon enough. It didn’t held that he wore the uniform as the cape over his shoulders and tears spilled again.

You were having fun and being happy with your husband that you forgot that you forgot in what world you were in, you forgot that you created a beautiful but cruel world. You forgot everything that was soon to happen. You forgot that you to should also die a few months after Senjuro was born.

You wailed into your husband’s chest in searching for comfort, you ignored the fact you knew that after your death he’d end up as an alcoholic that let his anger our on his sons and just cried your silent worries to him.

(he was questioning you, you were normally very happy after you two married the last few months after the official engagement unlike when you just met. It made him worried that you were crying so much.)

He patted your back comforting you as he let out silent hushes as the carriage reached the manor of the Ubuyashiki where many Demon slayers including the Hashira were gathering to meet the family and greet the new master.

They knew that even if Kagaya was the master of the manor at age of three his mother still guided and helped with missions until he could fully talk and write. He was an only son and the mistress was pregnant with twins.

The woman was sad and cried a river of tears as Kagaya was confused of what was happening, his eyes big and innocent just like you saw him as. He now wore the huge white haori his father ones wore. It was huge for him and he pulled I up whenever it slid off.

“Oyakata-Sama,” his mother called as she crouched down beside him, “you are now Oyakata-Sama, Kagaya.”

He tilled his head up as you kneeled there your eyes red from crying and held your tears back knowing that in twenty-something years the same would happen with his son. That thought only made your chest tighten.

He nodded furiously as a small smile came to his lips, so innocent, you thought. Would the same happen when you die for that illness?

That gave you more guts to try and fight to stay alive for you sons.

The funeral went smooth, you had a White Spider Lily and placed it along the other flowers that were there in the beautiful white wooden coven. Your eyes were blurry and ached from how many tears were shed.

That night you were back home hugging your husband tight in your embrace hoping for some comfort, but it didn’t help that he reminded you so much of Kyojuro and what you destined to happen.

It was really frustrating for you.
You fell into a deep sleep as you felt your husband sigh and ask himself, “what is happening to her?”

You understood that you were a burden so you just cried silently as he comforted you patting your head and whispered sweet nothingness into your ear as you drifted into a deep darkness.

But what you didn’t know was that he didn’t think of you as a burden, but he liked how open you ended up being, how much more you spoke up and how much you gave him affection. So he was worried how you cried so much less than twenty-four hours.

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The next morning you had to head out for groceries in the village you resided, inside your white haori there was a light blue pouch with money and a basket hooked on your arm. Your long raven hair was pinned on a bun behind your head with a pretty red hairpin.

Your husband wanted to go with you for some time together. Hand-in-hand you two walked out the manor doors into the dirt street that lead into the main part of the village. It was mid-day so the sun was blazing hot.

The light made you use your free hand to make shade for your red eyes as you walked. Your zori sandals crunched the leaves and rocks under them. Like that a small travel started.