Unbound ♰ Kny x Fem!Reader

𝐯𝐢. A Piece Of The Truth

𝕻𝖆𝖌𝖊 𝕰𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

Feeling like you've lost everything hurts.

It's a pure stab of pain to the heart, twisting with every precious memory that bubbles to the surface. It tears open healing wounds, skin burning with tears that fall into a relentless ocean of regret. Your fate, scribed into a letter, is shut tight and marked with a seal of sorrow — one that you desperately pry at, just to realize that your futile endeavors are fruitless.

You see someone different in the dirty lake water everyday — ridiculous eye bags and tousled hair like you haven't slept in weeks.

But occasionally, you see a fleeting glimpse of someone else.

You see yourself with a grin etched upon dewy lips and clear skin, tinged with a hint of red. You see yourself happy — a sight you haven't laid eyes upon in some time. Your reflection gives you a warm, encouraging smile that you've always wanted to give someone else.

You tear your eyes away from the scene.

You're tired of seeing someone you only wish you can be. You want a change.

I want a change.

────── 𝖄𝖓/𝕷𝖓

♱

Days passed by in a blur of activity and chatter and before Y/N knew it, her rest period had came to a not-so timely close.

She had to get shaken out of bed, shoved into proper attire, and ushered out the front gates by a pair of Kakushi — all in preparation for the decision between her and the Pillars. The weather wasn't even as clear as it was a few days ago, for clouds concealed the sun and the skies finally showed a hint of the sullen grey everyone had hated.

Today I'll finally get to see the Master of the Corps, the girl thought as the two Kakushi quietly ambled forth next to her. And perhaps the weather will clear while I'm at it.

She spotted a flash of color as they turned a corner — the Hashira were all probably already here.

Upon seeing this both of the workers by her sides gave her a respectful bow and hurried out of sight without further ado. To be fair, they weren't really to blame, because her heart skipped a beat every time she walked closer to the room each Pillar had entered.

The door flung open before she could even lay a hand on its handle (Tengen, this time. Him and Rengoku seemed to like ripping doors off its hinges).

The girl immediately bowed her head. "I apologize for my tardiness. It took me a long time to choose the proper attire for this matter," she lied.

"That's okay!" Mitsuri chirped. "You're here now! Did you do something to your hair?"

"Ah, er—"

"It looks fine to me." Tengen announced.

"That was meant to be a compliment." Mitsuri muttered quietly.

"That's okay, Y/N." A voice came from the corner of the room, and a hush fell over the arguing Hashira. "We may start discussing ideas regarding your offer to become a Demon Slayer. Shinobu and Mitsuri have already enlightened us all about your impressive feats. As you have heard so often before, staying alive for that long with no prior experience of situations like that is truly impressive."