░『Zephyr』░(KNY OC STORY/ KNY OC X KNY-OLD/DISCONTINUED)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟿: 𝙵𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕

The echoing chirping of crickets rang through the windows of the Butterfly Mansion. As Fukurō walks through the halls, the stars in the darkened sky shone like pieces of jewelry.

Did the mysterious people leave her room? Did they leave a mess?

She opens the door, taken aback by the sight. The room had been absolutely spotless. It was more tidy than it had been before the visitors, which made Fukurō suspicious. At least they had been self aware.

Her hands gather around the very few items she had owned; although, her dirty kimono that had been ripped and bloodied was sewn back together and had been cleaned by Aoi, and the blade she had used to fight Tsutsuji were the only things she owned that were brought with her.

Should she ask Shinobu to borrow one of the many books kept in the room?

Maybe not. She didn't want to forget to give it back.

So Fukurō continues packing.

* * *

Shinobu takes a deep breath, head lowered in front of a picture frame of Kanae. She kneels in front of the photo, hands placed onto her lap.

'Nee-san, please protect Fukurō-chan.' Shinobu prays, 'Please don't let her die before her journey has even begun.'

* * *

Sanemi walks along the path towards Shinobu's mansion, revising Kyojuro's words through his head. He wasn't nervous, just unsure.

It had surprised him how much Kyojuro knew how to bond with other people. The only people Sanemi knew that were considered his friends were Iguro Obanai, the Serpent Hashira, Kumeno Masachika, who had been killed by Lower Moon 1, and Kocho Kanae, Shinobu's older sister and the Flower Hashira, who had died from Upper Moon 2.

Basically, he only had one friend. Maybe acquaintance.

He sighs, and keeps walking.

* * *

Fukurō's head snaps up at the sound of familiar footsteps. It was that man from before, Shinazugawa Sanemi. She peers out the window, observing him as he approaches the butterfly mansion. She slips on her cleaned kimono as she places the patient wear on the bed. She wraps a cloth around the sharp edge of her blade, careful not to cut the fabric. She looks out once more, feeling a rush of energy course through her. She drops the blade on another cloth, tying it up and concealing the weapon. She grips the bag as her feet scamper out of the room, shoving the front door of the mansion open as she looks at him with sparkling eyes.

"ARE WE LEAVING?!" She blurts out, face brightened with excitement. 

* * *

Sanemi looks at the girl's expression. 'Damn. Does she really want to leave that badly? I'm practically a stranger and she's trusting me with her life.'

He huffs, "Well, Ohayō to you as well." He says with a frown as he glances at the attire Fukurō had been wearing. 'She looked taken care of, that's for sure. Did she grow taller?' His eyes inspect the scar across her cheek. 

It looked a lot like Geny..-

He pushes the thought out of his mind. 'She isn't him, Sanemi. Even if it seems so.'

Fukurō quickly bows her head, her brown hair falling over her face. "Sumimasen*. I-I'm Kazekachi Fukurō. It's an honour to meet someone as high as a rank as you, And to think you'll be training me.." She trails off, raising her head to meet his gaze.