Sakiya Aikawa was a girl with tragedy flowing through her veins and fury muted beneath her skin. She was living proof that a shattered heart could still beat. She had spent her entire life chasing one purpose after another. She was not born strong...
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"Sakiya! Come over here!" The shouts from Mitsuri catches the violet haired woman's attention and Sakiya looks over from where she had been walking to see Mitsuri waving excitedly at her from where she sits in the engawa. Shinobu was also there sitting beneath the tree that casted shade across the ground.
Though there was one new face that Sakiya only remembered seeing once. A young boy about Tanjiro's age sits in front of Misturi, a bored expression on his face as he stares blankly beyond the garden. Sakiya takes a moment to study the boy, wonder rushing through her at his delicate features that resemble a certain pair of twins that she knows. From the jaw shape to his eyes. Though the colors were completely different she could still see the similarities.
As she approaches the boy's attention fixes on her and a flash of curiosity crosses his face before it's sucked back into the indifferent void that seems to take over him. "Mitsuri, how are you today?" Sakiya greets the woman who grins happily, preening under the attention she receives from the other woman.
"I am wonderful! Though Tengen is being a bother. He can't seem to stop whining about being bed ridden" she tells Sakiya and a gentle smile crosses her lips as she thinks about Tengen and his desire to get out of bed.
"The big oaf needs to stop acting like a child" a monotonous voice joins the conversation and brings attention to the young boy who holds an unimpressed look as he speaks.
"Be nice Muichiro" Mitsuri gently tigs a strand of his hair the action washing away his annoyed expression and replacing it with a aloof one.
"Who is that?" Muichiro asks, his eyes settling back on Sakiya with a new found intensity.
"That's Sakiya. You should remember her from the pillar meeting. She spoke with Master Ubuyashiki about Muzan" Mitsuri reminds the boy but from what Sakiya can tell it doesn't trigger anything with him.
The boy stays silent still looking at her and Sakiya takes the silence and looks at him more herself. She searches out his spirit line and once she finds it she pokes it. Her eyes furrow as it seems unusually quiet and empty. The memories that are usually so deeply intertwined with one's spirit are muddles and blurred. The only knowledge she can gain from it are emotions of apathy and rage. Two opposite emotions that are not usually found with one another as they contradict themselves.
