Dark secrets ~ Rengoku x reader

𝑳𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏

The cabin, a transient refuge in the heart of the enigmatic forest, cradled moments of solitude and quiet. Yet, as the days stretched on in a timeless continuum, an unspoken yearning began to weave itself into the fabric of your thoughts. The tranquility of the woodland sanctuary couldn't silence the questions that echoed within the corridors of your mind.

With each passing week, the silent whispers of the trees outside seemed to amplify the questions that now demanded answers. The embers in the hearth, once a beacon of warmth, flickered with a restless energy that mirrored the turmoil in your soul. The weight of uncertainty pressed upon you, urging you to face the world beyond the cabin's threshold.

The decision was made with a hesitant sigh, the children nestled in your arms as you embarked on the journey back to the headquarters. The forest, once a haven, became a labyrinth of shadows, each tree a silent spectator to your passage. As the cabin faded behind, you wandered through the woods, your heart an unwritten map, seeking the truth in the whispers of the wind.

The headquarters, a once bustling hub of camaraderie, stood desolate before you. The void of life echoed through the silent corridors, the ghosts of laughter and camaraderie replaced by an oppressive silence. A single voice called out into the emptiness, a tremor in your tone betraying the anxiety that now gripped your heart.

"Hello, is anyone still alive?" The plea resonated through the stillness, reverberating off the cold walls of the vacant headquarters. The disquieting emptiness clung to your words, a stark contrast to the memories of vibrant life that once filled these hallowed halls.

A realization struck, swift and jarring—the Butterfly Mansion. With renewed urgency, you raced towards the mansion, the children stirred from their peaceful slumber, now crying in your arms. The echoes of their cries harmonized with the silent mourning of your thoughts.

Entering the Butterfly Mansion, familiar faces came into view—Tanjiro, Nezuko, Giyu, and Senemi. Their presence provided both relief and trepidation, for you sensed the gravity of their silence. The question hanging in the air found a voice as you uttered the name that reverberated in your soul.

"Where is he? Where is Kyojuro?" The urgency in your voice cut through the stillness, a plea that sought reassurance. The faces before you, marked by both empathy and sorrow, held the answers you dreaded yet yearned to know.

"Calm down, Y/n. He's alive. He's in the infirmary, but he'll be alright. As for the other Hashira, they all died in battle," Senemi's voice carried a somber weight, a truth that unfolded in the heavy silence that followed.

A singular tear traced its path down your cheek, the acknowledgment of a grief that had yet to fully reveal itself. The unspoken question lingered, the one about the fallen comrades who fought alongside your husband.

"And what about my—" you began, the sentence left hanging, as Giyu's voice interjected with the heavy verdict.

"All dead."

The weight of those two words pressed upon your chest, a grief so profound it threatened to engulf you. Yet, amidst the somber acknowledgment, a singular expression of gratitude escaped your lips.

"Thank you," you whispered shakily, your hands trembling. The searing reality of loss burned through the fragile veil of hope you had dared to weave.

A request followed, a simple plea to those who stood before you. "Could you please hold my children for a moment while I check on Kyojuro?" The unspoken bond of shared sorrow united your hearts, and as Tanjiro gently took the children into his care, you offered a grateful smile. With measured steps, you walked away, tracing a path through the silent corridors towards the room that held your husband, the echoes of his life hanging in the air like an unsung requiem.