Renascence (M.K)

四十 四

In the past weeks, Y/N's life within the safe borders of the Wisteria Mansion's estate had turned drastically austere and uncompromising.

It seemed that every movement, every action she took, was scrutinized by the watchful eyes of those around her, especially the samurai man; Taoshu.

Taoshu's presence was a constant in her life now, his concern and protectiveness over her evident in every interaction. Yet, there was also an overbearing sense of rigid strictness in his demeanor.

He would always makes reminder to her of the danger that lurked outside the mansion's walls and thus she must comply to never leave the headquarters' territory.

But it wasn't just Taoshu who watched over her.

Y/N was also under the custody of the Hashiras inside the Wisteria Mansion, mainly assigned under the protection of Giyu who was the current Water Hashira.

Giyu's presence brought a sense of calm amidst the chaos, providing a bit of his stoic demeanor, a reassuring presence in Y/N's turbulent life.

Every day Y/N felt the weight of their gazes watching over her, their eyes following her every move with unwavering intensity.

She was like a bird in a gilded cage, protected yet confined with the every action dictated by those demon slayer corps members that surrounded her.

And as now, Y/N lay in her room, she began to gaze on the soft glow of the moon illuminating through paper screens of her shoji door and it instantly alleviate the tension she felt from the sense of confinement of her, feeling being trapped within the walls of the mansion.

And as she drifted her mind with random thoughts to console her wariness and anxious anticipations,

Her thoughts of revenge against Muzan occupies her mind in an instant.

Her impassive eyes darted towards the soft glow of the moon, filtering through the paper screens while she was consumed by a seething sense of vengeance against Muzan.

Her spirit had been often set on fire upon learning that he was the devil who had killed numerous innocent people, including her own sister.

And as she continue to lay on her soft white futon bed, Y/N dart and scour her emotionless eyes around her area.

She looked at her surrounding and pursed her lips when the silence and the dimness of her room was almost getting overbearing and deafening with such swath silence.

She escaped a deep sigh as she glanced around.

The tatami mats in the traditional Japanese room provided a gentle, reassuring feel underfoot and cast a calming aura around her.

The room is softly lighted by the the moonlight's ray.

But even in these calm settings, her heart was racing. The tranquility outside sharply contradicted with the waves of flourishing anger inside her mind.

As the room was placid with nothing but muzzle and dimness, it gives her no place to vent out the felt anger that was occupying her.

Around her, everything was sparsely furnished, with only a low table and cushions for seating.

While in one corner, a small alcove held a tokonoma, it was a traditional display area where a simple flower arrangement brought a touch of nature indoors.

And lastly the walls of her room were adorned with scrolls depicting scenes of nature, adding to the areas peaceful atmosphere.

As she continues to lay on her soft white futon bed, her mind roiled with a whirlwind of fury and determination.