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(Includes sensitive topics; you don't HAVE to read this chapter but it does give insight to how I rewrote the past of KNY)
Chapter Twenty-Three: Miyake's Past W/C: 1324
{Past- 5 Years Ago}
Miyake's 19th birthday was amidst, and he had yet to gain any of his strength back from his last mission. He had healed Kagaya once again, the illness seeping away from the Master's skin, but it left Miyake unable to fight; barely able to walk.
So he was on break, almost unable to do anything by himself. He wished he could be stronger, so that he could provide Kagaya with the cure. But Kagaya always denied Miyake, because truthfully, he was scared Miyake would not live.
Miyake dressed in a light blue yukata, one of clouds and beautiful blue embroidery, he slowly walked down the busy street. Lights grazing along the tall buildings and residents rushing to see the festival.
Miyake was unamused, he just wanted to go get ohagi, he had no interest in the festival. His long hair was wavy and dressed along his back, he made no attempt to fix it other than brushing it.
Miyake quietly walked into the restaurant, ordering a quick meal to go and paying. He missed Hikaru, and he wondered if Hikaru liked ohagi.
"Arigatogozaimasu..."
The old lady smiled, "It's no problem Miyake-San! Please come again. Also.." she started whispering, "Be careful out there, I hear a demon is lurking around!"
Miyake's eyes widened slightly, "Really? Does anyone know where?"
The old lady smacked Miyake on his stomach, the only place she could reach, "Aigoo! Are you stupid?! You're injured and weak right now, no way are you fighting a demon."
Miyake flinched away from the old lady, "Aishh. You're so loud."
She smacked him again, "Hashira or not... I forbid you to fight that demon!"
"Okay okay! Let go of my haori!"
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Miyake grabbed his food, it was softly packaged in a small wooden box, a cold evening. The cold blistering weather of his Northern town, where it was always so cool and lacked warmth.
Miyake loved the cold.
He continued along the pathway to his house, he lived relatively far from the town, he lived up state you could say. Far from any other houses in town and any other neighbors.
He continued along the blissfully chill evening road, quietly munching on his ohagi, he suddenly felt chills run down his neck and onto his arms.
Miyake's head started to fill with thoughts of the old lady's words, how a demon was lurking around, this was no ordinary demon. It's presence was horrid and vile, they must be extremely strong.
