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𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋.
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, l/n y/n joins their best friends (who also happen to be the strongest) as they navigate through the sorcerer life. realising that love...
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「✦ chapter two; miko and curses. ✦」
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"You'll be staying here for some time, Y/N," Jigoku spoke for the first time since they had left Y/N's - now old - house. The man stopped in front of a new room that would soon become their only solace. "It's best you get acquainted, and I'll get someone to fetch you when it's time to eat."
Y/N only nodded, not a shred of emotion or humanity could be see on their face, nor their half-lidded e/c eyes that only impassively stared at their new room.
Jigoku smiled cruelly from behind them. All his thoughts were about how the clan would now join the ranks of that of the Gojo, Zen'in and Kamo clans. He just had to be patient. I could at least get an excuse to bring that boy over here in a few years, was all he could think, perhaps they will be friends... or even more.
Clearing his throat, the elderly man turned around to walk away, "When we eat, there are a few things we must discuss."
Y/N stared at the back of the man who took them away from burying their parents. I'm only four years old, they looked down at their hands that were still stained in dried mahogany patches, shouldn't I be learning to read... to write...? Why am I carrying a weapon that is taller than me...? Where are my parents?
Why did I have to leave them?
On the exterior, Y/N looked around their... new room. It looked like a square. The walls, ceiling and floor were painted a deep mahogany, akin to the dried patches on their uncovered skin and a carpet was laid on the floor, the same flower pattern as the one from their home. A small, fire-like warmth unfroze their heart for a second, before the image of their mother's dead eyes flashed into their mind.
E/c eyes gliding over to the bed, the backrest was pushed against the wall, with it covering at least three quarters of the wall in the middle. To Y/N, it was massive, and not one a child should have, a four year old at that. (It was a queen size bed.) The pillows were a lighter mahogany than the walls, and the duvet was the same. To the left of the bed was a desk that was pushed against the corner of the room, and just a few inches away from the bed. The wood was a dark oak, and looked as if it were a desk and a drawer in one, with four rectangular drawers with knobs, and a smooth surface on top.
