❝We too have a bond, and it's not only tied by the blood we were born with.❞
As a member of the Spider family you too were given a role, and that role was decided since the day your younger brother Rui was born. Once your parents died you were left...
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It had been so long... so long since you'd seen the world bathed in light. Morning had never felt so alive: birds calling from the treetops in cheerful, overlapping melodies, the faint rustling of grass swaying under the early breeze, leaves trembling as if shaken awake. Each sound and scent seemed new, vibrant, and more beautiful than you remembered. You could hardly believe it was real.
You'd almost forgotten how bright the sun was, how golden and warm it felt against the skin—even with your gloves and mask, you could sense its radiance. This was so different from the silver sheen of moonlight that had become your reality. The pale, muted tones of the night felt distant, like a dim memory from a life you weren't sure you could still call your own. Now, the warmth washed over you, as if welcoming you back into a world you'd been locked out of for far too long.
Lifting a gloved hand, you watched as the sun continued to climb the sky, its soft oranges and pinks painting wisps of clouds, casting a warm glow over the distant mountains. Everywhere you looked, life seemed to hum and flow, as though the world had been waiting for you, waiting to show you that even while you were lost in darkness, it had carried on in all its brightness.
"It's been ages since I've been out here..." you murmur, almost to yourself, taking in every detail of the scene as if you could somehow soak it all in and keep it forever.
Inosuke's rough voice breaks in, curious but oblivious. "But we fought out here just a few days ago—"
"She means out in the sun, idiot," Zenitsu sighs, rolling his eyes as he casts you an apologetic glance.
Their voices fade into the background, like echoes in the distance, as you turn your gaze back to the landscape. Your chest tightens, and you feel your eyes begin to well up, but thankfully, your mask hides it. The sight was so simple, yet it stirred something deep within you.
"It's beautiful isn't it?" You thank the mask that was covering your teary eyes as you turn to look at Zenitsu. The scowl he was giving Inosuke now gone, instead being replaced by his sunny smile.
You manage a nod, not trusting your voice to stay steady. "Yeah..." You swallow hard, finding yourself unable to say anything more. It's as if you're afraid that speaking might shatter this fragile, precious moment.
Tanjiro's gentle voice anchors you back. "You'll have time to soak it all in," he says, his tone kind and understanding. "We'll reach the mission site by night, so it'll be a bit of a walk."
