when y/n was young, she had been born into a family of renowned devil hunters. unlike most, she lived in a tribe, not a city. she didn't go to school, but instead studied under the tribes monks. from the moment she could walk she was conditioned to...
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❞⁀➷♡'ˎ˗ "if you find out the truth, you'll die. don't go home."
when you sat up, underneath you was a grassy field budding with flowers. you gazed at your surroundings, but the only noticeable thing was an old, rusted bathtub. the field was rough and surrounded by hills and the skyline appeared normal at first until you noticed the sky above your head consisted of nothing but doors. as far as the eye could see, doors drifting through the sky like clouds. even from just the style of doors, and the bathtub pattern. you could tell this was 1997, and while you were admittedly afraid of the unknown position you found yourself in, it was hard not to feel comforted by the proximity to your home.
"y/n, you can never go home, okay?"
you blinked in surprise at the distinct voice of yumi, only discernible from mamoru's by a slight scratch from the back of her throat. yumi's voice was a sound you only heard in your dreams, her devil form had no voice box.
"yumi! come out, i want to see you before i wake up!"
"y/n, you can't go home." your brows furrowed in confusion, she wasn't one to repeat herself nor say such cryptic things. "yumi?" you called, looking around in confusion. "if you go home- if you find out the truth, you'll die. don't go home. never go home."
you woke up in a cold sweat to knocks on your bedroom door in rapid succession. guess you fell asleep after you ate. you groggily dragged your feet over the cold floor and opened the door. "hey, what's up?" he looked you up and down and you felt weirdly judged, having slept in your sweatpants and shirt from the day prior. you straightened your posture a bit and rubbed your eye, he hadn't seen you in these clothes when you went outside anyway. "sorry, i didn't know you'd be sleeping. i was about to head out, just wanted to say thank you." you tilted your head. "for what, oh the food? it's no trouble. i made sure to only buy enough for the week, i enjoy cooking for myself so whenever i make something i'll always make something for you." you yawned, pausing your sentence. "i used to cook for two back home anyway." he nodded in understanding, seeming a bit antsy. like he wasn't expecting the conversation to last this long.
"well, i'll let you go. where are you going, anyway? if you don't mind me asking." he nodded to his outfit and answered quickly. "patrols." you nodded in understanding and yawned again. he turned to walk downstairs and called to you as he left. "i'm off, i'll be back at 5am. go back to sleep, kid." and with that he left, closing the front door and you watched from the top of the stairs as the doorknob jiggled till it was locked. for some reason, you felt a bit sick. it was a bad feeling you got when something bad was about to happen. sora materialized at the distress coming from you, tilting her head to look down at you almost like asking what she could do.
"can you go with him? it'll be hard to see you in the night anyway, and if anything happens you're definitely strong enough to handle it. not that i doubt him, just inconvenient if he comes home with a broken ankle or something. and uh, don't kill anyone. that'd be hard to explain." you waved off your worry, playing like you didn't care when really, you'd probably get out of a moving car to save a turtle crossing the road. sora followed obediently, walking through the door without having to open it. you looked around your room and covered your mouth with another yawn.
