Flames of the Destiny {Kyojuro Rengoku}

How Can I Go on??

{A/N: This one took me a while, but I just wanna thank everyone who added this story to their Reading Lists. It really meant a lot and showed me that people like this Fanfic despite it being so new. Thanks a lot!!!}

The next morning arrived before I realized. Even though I wasn't able to fall asleep. I stared at the bento that man had bought for me last night after what happened. What was his name again?? Rengoku?? What a strange name. But he was so strong. I wouldn't be here now If It wasn't for him.

I forced myself to get up and reached out for the bento box. My stomach has been empty ever since last night before dinner. I had to eat something even though I had no appetite. I opened the box and the scent of fresh rice filled my nostrils. I grabbed the Hashi that came with it and joined my hands together.

"Thanks for the meal." I prayed before slowly eating it. As I ate, I couldn't help but remember the times I would help my mother with cooking meals. How I would welcome my father from work with a tight hug and then watch him savor the food me and mom prepared together.

And how he'd always say: "Miyuki, If your future fiancé doesn't like your cooking I'll kick his ass myself!!!" My father's words always made me laugh. But now, they brought me a strange feeling of bitter nostalgia.

Once I was done with my food, I collected myself and left the hotel. I couldn't stay there for too long. I had important things to get done. Like, my parents' funeral and where I was going to live for now on.

I found myself back in the same neighborhood I grew up in. Even though I was facing the ground I could sense that everyone was staring at me with pity.

When I made it to my home, there was one of the Demon Slayer workers with a mask on their face waiting for me. All they said was that they have already prepared a burial place for my parents at the local cemetery. I only nodded before entering the house to get myself changed for the occasion. Also, packing some of my belongings so I would never have to enter that house again, as the crippling feeling of the heavy surroundings took over what was once a happy and cozy home.

I put on a black yukata that was proper for my grieving. I placed my favorite Snowflake kimono in a bag with other clothes. I couldn't see myself wearing that ever again.

Once I left my home for the last time, the workers walked me to the cemetery where my parents' funeral was taking place. As we got there I saw that some people were already there. People from my father's work and some other neighbors who came to give their respect.

I felt my heart ease for a moment. I was glad that I wouldn't be the only one at my parents' funeral.

After I made it there the whole thing started. After a few minutes of silence, the cemetery workers started the burying. Then, they sealed their tombs with two big Stones with their names carved. That was the moment when it all hit me. Looking at the tombs with my parents' names was like the last nail in the coffin of my realization of my status quo. I was all alone now. I was never going to see or hug my parents ever again...

When that realization hit me I felt myself falling on my knees before their tombs as the tears flowed down my cheeks. I hugged myself and curled myself on the ground while sobbing. I did not care if people were looking at me or feeling pity. I wanted to mourn the loss of the two people who were always there for me and were now taken from me.

I must have stayed there for a solid ten minutes just sobbing for dear life. When I was about to collect myself up, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I thought that it must have been the Slayer corp workers trying to tell me something or even someone who came to tell me their condolences.

However, when I looked up I was shocked to see who it was. It was my aunt!! My aunt from my Father's side!! She had a sad expression yet she had a small smile forming in her lips. Probably because she was glad to see that I was okay. I didn't hesitate to give her a tight hug and cry even more in her shoulder as she petted my back. I was so glad that one of my relatives made it to the funeral, especially my favorite one. Aunt Saori has always been my favorite one and the closest relative we had around.