Cold hearted (KyojuroxReader)

Chapter 41:Umbrella

~*(Y,n)'s POV*~
     Winds slice into my skin and rake out blood across my cheeks, brush into my hair, sting my eyes with no hope of protection. I can hear close to nothing among the terror of the music. So many fallen angels, weeping their instruments and shredding every surface on me. My frozen skin hasn't done much good... I can't use my ice to protect us all, not with the storm blowing in all directions. I'd have to make an entire sphere just to do that... forfeit the battle to our enemy and let her get away. That's why I still stand, the only one of us resisting her rage.

     Our enemy screamed with primal insanity seeing me not cower away from her uproar- out of everyone, the slayer who has made her question everything and driven her past the edge.

     "Dammit! Dammit, Dammit, Dammit!!!" She threw a fit after just one glance into my calm eyes, balling up her cloudy sleeves into shaking hands. To not even bear the sight of me, I know she's at her limit. I know this is bad, on so many levels. I could try to trick myself that this isn't dangerous, but that'd be pointless.

     For a moment, I glanced to the shop window near me, looking longingly inside at the faces that stare back. Mrs. and Mr.Nataduma, watching the battle against my wishes for them to run for safety. I wouldn't expect them to look away so easily- their quiet moving boy, unmasked of the life that he had always hid from them.

     My boss has his wife tucked into his shoulder while she cries, his own face stony and teary as he looks on. I nodded to him for a split-second, tightening the grip around my sword's hilt. Give my adieu to him, if it must be done.

     "-Who are you to actually know what you're talking about, y-you're just some Demon Slayer!! A lowlife human! You will never understand what it's like for me!!!" The child pulled at her long bangs with that cry, a sharp droplet tearing into my thigh at the surge of her emotions.

     "They didn't love me enough to do anything, they betrayed me! You just wouldn't get it..." Her angry eyes spiked in tears. I took another step forward through the wreckage... gazing at the reflection of me looking back. I can't glare this time.

    Is there something wrong with me, to see remnants of the past in a child who's murdered hundreds? I couldn't tell you, not now, not hours ago, either.

     Something, anything let me go back to gather everything together.

     "...No, I understand." ᴾˡᵉᵃˢᵉ... ʲᵘˢᵗ ˢᵉⁿᵈ ᵘˢ ᵃˡˡ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ...

*-~1̸̢͕͕̓̈́͗̇̽͐͜:̸͓̠̲͉̞̩́͗̏̿̚3̴̬͖̥͚̺͔̽̀̾̉̄0̵̛͙͒̔̈́͛̌ĥ̸̹̪̺͖͕̮͛̔̿̽ouṙ̷̗̰̩̏̇͒̄̕ş̵̠͔̯̀͗́ ̴̨̫̖̞̈́̊l̶̘͓̯͚͙̠̐̓̂̄ȩ̶͎̝̩͕̽̑͗̅̍f̴̯̀͌͋͂̓̈́t̴̃̅̑ ~ -*

   "-You seem conflicted." I had a feeling he's known I've been here for the past ten minutes, considering how loud my footsteps were in the puddles. Stealth didn't feel necessary when I went to hold my umbrella above his head,' put a rest to the constant rainfall on his shoulders. It was impossible to just walk by. If you saw the sun of our ranks sitting so silent in this rain, could you just ease along as well?

     Anyone in my position would've said something much sooner.

     I think what's worse is that he hasn't adressed me whatsoever, letting that blonde hair cling to his cheeks as he stares into the riverwater. He's not one to keep to himself. He's all lost in his thoughts... for heaven's sake.

    The man glanced at me after wiping his bandaged forehead, smiling softly. "Do I, now?" He asked me as he cradled his hand against a gash in his clothes, the skin underneath, bloody and wrapped like his forehead.