The Touch of Hearts (MuzanxOcxGiyuu)

Memories

The sky appeared burdened, as if wrapped in sorrows, with no stars or moon in sight. A gentle drizzle of rain caressed her skin as she lost herself in deep thought. These days, she found herself spending many nights like this, trying to grasp any fragment of her past memories since the flashbacks began haunting her mind. It was both fascinating and challenging, as they seemed to resurface whenever something vaguely familiar crossed her path.

Last night's memories of Muzan brought a smile to her face. Despite his occasional troublesome behavior, she couldn't deny that he had become good and caring towards her. His softer side meant the world to her, more than she could have ever hoped for.

The distant rumble of thunder snapped her out of the trance-like state she was in while sitting on the rooftop. Her red pupils dilated as the warmth of the sun-colored thunder met her gaze, triggering yet another flashback. This time, she allowed the memories to wash over her without resistance.
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In the recollection, a man emerged before her, his red eyes sparking with a striking resemblance to hers. He possessed red hair and wore a Yukata with a red haori. Something about him felt intensely familiar, right down to the Hanafuda earrings he wore, which mirrored her own.

On his forehead, there was a particular mark, a symbol so well-known to her that she felt an undeniable connection to this man.

"Who are you?" She couldn't help but ask, her instinct taking over.

"I am your father," he replied. But was it truly a memory?

Hime's eyes widened in astonishment. Until now, her thoughts about her parents had been confined to the realm of Muzan Kibutsuji, and she had never dared to wonder beyond that.

They sat side by side on a bench, facing forward as the man shared his thoughts with a tinge of melancholy in his voice. His red hair swayed gently with the breeze as he spoke, and Hime couldn't help but be captivated by his words.

"My dream was to lead a peaceful life with my family," he began softly. "A simple home would have sufficed. I wished to lie down on futons next to my loved ones, close enough to see your faces clearly, close enough to reach out and hold your hands at any moment. That was all I ever wanted."

His words carried a sense of longing and regret. "But alas, that dream was never meant to come true," he continued, looking down as if bearing the weight of some unspoken shame.

"Why?" Hime's curiosity peaked, and she leaned closer, trying to catch a glimpse of his face, eager to understand the reasons behind his sorrow.

As the man's words unfolded, Hime listened with a mixture of surprise and sorrow. The revelation hit her like a thunderbolt - her mother had been killed by a demon, a tragedy that he blamed himself for, believing he could have protected her.

"I was able to protect you, but I failed to give you a mother's love," he confessed, locking his gaze with hers.

The weight of the revelation overwhelmed Hime, and she couldn't help but furrow her eyebrows, trying to process this newfound knowledge about her past.

"Your father's heart was too soft, my sweet little child. Protect yourself," he advised, his eyes filled with a mix of love and regret. The scene felt so vivid, as if she were truly reliving a genuine memory.

The intense flashback left Hime gasping for breath as her trance broke. She let out a deep exhale, her lips parting as hot tears streamed down her cheeks. It was the first time that a flashback had stirred such powerful emotions within her. She yearned for answers, an understanding of her true origins.

With determination in her heart, she made her way inside the castle, determined to uncover any hidden truths that lay buried beneath the surface. The desire for clarity and closure drove her forward, no longer content with the confinements of the past she once accepted.

Hime's heightened sense of smell became her ally, the memories so vivid that she could almost taste the scent of her belongings, possibly left behind by the man she once knew as her father.

Her heart pounded in her chest, her breathing heavy and erratic. Her vision blurred, but she pushed forward, determined to find the source of the familiar scent that lingered in the air.

In an effort to calm herself, she took deep breaths, inhaling the various scents around her. Suddenly, a distinctive and unmistakable aroma caught her attention. Following her instincts, she gracefully moved towards the darkest corners of the hallways, her steps barely making a sound.

There, in the depths of an abandoned-like room, she discovered her belongings scattered about. Amidst them, one object captivated her gaze-an exquisite shining blade that triggered flashes of images in her mind. Without hesitation, she rushed towards it, feeling the weight and power of the blade in her hands. In that moment, Hime felt an overwhelming sense of empowerment, as if wielding the weapon could grant her the strength to conquer any obstacle in her path.

Hime's frustration grew as clutching her belongings failed to trigger any further flashes of images. Her desire for answers remained unquenched, and she knew there was only one person she had been avoiding, someone who might hold the key to unlocking the truth.

Tomioka Giyuu.

With a furrowed brow, she let out a sigh of resignation. She knew she had no choice but to seek out the answers from him, even if it meant confronting the emotions and memories she had been avoiding for the past month. If she meets him again, that would mean she was going against Muzan. And he was too dear for her to betray him again.

Summoning her resolve, Hime made her way to find Tomioka Giyuu, knowing that facing him would be the first step towards unraveling the mysteries of her past and discovering the truth about her origins. No matter how difficult it might be, she was determined to confront the past and find the answers she had been seeking all along.

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This song is just *chefs kiss*