**Y/n's POV:**
As consciousness gently pulled me from the cocoon of sleep, I sensed an unusual warmth beneath me. In that hazy space between dreams and reality, my hand met a thick, warm liquid, and a wave of panic surged through me. As the fog of confusion lifted, dread coiled around my heart. A primal scream escaped my lips as I realized what it was—blood. I was bleeding, and the source seemed to be a place that had recently brought forth life.
Fear gripped me, a cold hand squeezing my heart. I couldn't move, caught in a terrifying moment that felt like an eternity. The room swam in hues of anxiety and pain. In this dire moment, I knew something was terribly wrong. The sheer vulnerability of the situation clawed at my insides.
Amidst my silent screams, Kyojuro burst into the room, his face painted with concern. Ruka, cradled safely in his arms, seemed oblivious to the turmoil that had encapsulated our world. Kyojuro's eyes searched mine, desperate for an explanation. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" he implored, the tenderness of his voice offering a fleeting solace.
How could I articulate the chaos within? Words caught in my throat as I struggled to make sense of the situation. The revelation tumbled out like fractured glass, and Kyojuro's face shifted from concern to sheer horror. A realization dawned upon him, mirrored in the ashen pallor of his features. Without a word, he scooped Ruka into Senjuro's care, the weight of urgency pressing upon us.
**No one's POV:**
The hospital, a beacon of hope in moments of despair, became a sanctuary for y/n. Within those sterile walls, the symphony of life and its inherent fragility played out.
Time seemed to warp as hours stretched into an anxious infinity. The hospital corridors echoed with the hurried footsteps of medical professionals, a reassuring cadence in times of uncertainty. The air was thick with anticipation, a tangible thread that connected the expectant parents to a fate yet unknown.
Kyojuro, the pillar of strength, wrestled with the unknown, his eyes reflecting a storm of emotions. The waiting room, a vestibule of both hope and apprehension, housed the delicate balance of life teetering on the edge.
Finally, as dawn painted the sky in hues of delicate pink and orange, a weary yet triumphant smile adorned Kyojuro's face. The ordeal was over; the turbulent journey had found its resolution. Y/n emerged from the crucible of childbirth, her strength and resilience evident in the lines etched on her face.
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Dark secrets ~ Rengoku x reader
FanfictionY/n kibutsuji the daughter of the one and only muzan kibutsuji at a young age your mother had left she didn't even look back for you. As a child you grew up around the upper rank demons known as the 12 Kizuki they were like your family uncle Kokush...
