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Y/N cracked open her eyes.

Everything was fuzzy and blurred.

She could hear voices, but they sounded disembodied and jumbled. Her entire body ached with pains she couldn't describe. Her eyelids were heavy with drowsiness. Slowly, things began to come into focus, and the voices sounded familiar.

She felt someone beside her on the bed, sitting down on the mattress and holding her hand. It was soft and delicate, and Y/N knew it was Mitsuri's. She had her back turned to her, facing... Iguro? They were talking about her? Or were they talking about someone else?

Y/N heard another voice. The voice of a boisterous man, and other feminine voices she hadn't heard before.

They all sounded diverse and somehow loud, and it made Y/N wince. She moved her arm, and immediately after, she groaned in pain at the slight shift she had just made in the bed. Even moving a tiny bit was painful.

Mitsuri's head snapped towards the bed, pink and green braids smacking her face at how hard she just turned.

Whiplash was afraid of her.

"Y/N?!" She shouted, quickly turning around and practically falling onto her fellow Hashira, squeezing the life out of her. As much pain as it brought, Y/N moved her arm to hug her back. She had missed her.

Mitsuri began to cry, her tears dampening the gown Y/N was in.

"We thought you were dead! You died! But we were so lucky..." Y/N was confused.

She had died?

Wait, why am I even here? What happened to me?

Her thoughts were in a scramble.

Wake up, little Flame.

Y/N's eyes widened. And it all came rushing back to her.

My family. Kibutsuji was the one who killed my entire clan. He killed Hatsu... and was after me. Because... I can make Blue Spider Lillies with my blood. Does that mean that's what he's after? The Blue Spider Lilly? But why?

The memories just kept coming in waves.

I fought him. I remember being tossed and thrown like I was nothing. I remember that burning sensation on my skin... it felt like I was on fire. Kibutsuji didn't even take the fight seriously. He used me as entertainment.

I remember.

Y/N's eyes began to water with sadness, only now mourning her loss of family after all these years. Mitsuri was still sobbing into her chest when she felt Y/N's tears dampen the top of her scalp. She lifted her head, using a hand to wipe them all away from Y/N's face.

"Flower! You're awake!" Uzui came to the other side of the bed, three beautiful women in tow. They all were stunning. One wore her dark hair in a high ponytail, another wearing a smaller ponytail with blonde bangs, and the final one having hers down, black locks cascading down her back. Y/N thought they were lovely.

Uzui himself looked different than he typically did. He wore a magenta yukuta with a dark, long haori. He donned a gemmed eye-patch... Y/N noticed the lack of his hand.

"What happened to you?" She asked. He stopped for a second to stare at her, gave her a look, and then lightly scoffed.

"We should be the ones asking you that." He motioned to her laying in bed. And yes, that might've been true. But they didn't know? She had told Hirano to call for backup. Did he not tell them it was Kibutsuji?