hazy || muichiro tokito x oc (kny)

two: the boy with a vacant gaze

-♡-

"FAREWELL, KANROJI-CHAN!"

that was the last thing the flame pillar said to amaterasu before she left for the final selection with an old sword of his. by the middle of the week, her pale-like yukata was stained with dirt and blood, and her hair was a downright mess.

however, she hadn't a single issue in slaying demons the entire time.

she aimlessly wandered the arena, longing to look up at the sky. however, the thick leaves and branches of the trees in this particular forest were entire covering it.

she sighed unhappily and blinked slowly, fighting to stay awake.

she was always tired, but she had to be on alert for demons.

oh, what does it hurt to take a nap?

and she did just that. she climbed into a very tall tree and climbed onto a branch, falling asleep almost instantly. she dreamed of the elaborate meal she would have when she returned to the flame estate, and of her eldest sister hurriedly feeding her sakura mochi while rambling about how proud she was.

a broken twig awoke her. slowly, her eyes rose open, gazing down at the path below.

and on that path stood a boy. a boy of pre-teen age. a boy with an old sword in his hand and a dirty blue yukata on his body. his black hair faded to bright aquamarine at the end and his teal eyes emptily gazed at the girl in the tree, his lips slightly parted.

she only gazed back, her own sleepiness about to overtake her once again. she felt her eyelids closing once more as she fought to stay awake.

the boy continued to stare at her, making her more and more interested in him.

"would you like to sit?" she softly asks, wondering what he's done.

he merely looks away and continues to walk on.

however, the breath of dream user is not despaired. she does not regret the encounter, and she does not regret what she has said nor his reaction.

she appreciates it. she appreciates any encounter she ever has with a human or demon, whether it be positive or negative. because it teaches her something, no matter how small or large. because it is how she has spent a portion of her life. she has expended energy that she will one day get back and she has happily done so.

amaterasu believes every moment should be valued, as every moment will shape your life and who you truly are.

she dreamily falls back asleep.

-♡-

amata stands in the small clearing, surrounded by beautiful wisteria trees. two little girls- well, two appearing girls- are standing. they are nearly perfectly identical, if not for one having white hair and the other, black.

she smile at the four people in the area.

"we are pleased to hear as many as four of you have survived."

amata sleepily looks around. she sees a young girl with green hair and a slightly older boy with orange eyes and black hair.

and in the distance, she sees the teal-eyed boy she encountered mid-way through the week.