my first fic, I send my dearest apologies if it sorta sucks (┬┬﹏┬┬)
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• Shinazugawa Sanemi x hashira [ reader ]
• this will, [ ofc ] be probably quite short, and fluff :D
• set in the taisho era, I'll do my best to keep it traditio...
Chapter 10, tears [ this chapter contains explicit language. ]
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"Mother, do you think if I fall in love with all of my problems.. that they'll leave me too..?" [ credit to my friend for that line ]
"Don't say that, (Y/n). Even if all of your friends claim you as a monster me and your father won't ever listen to them. Keep your head up, your back straight and your shoulders back. I raised a leader, not a follower. Now, go and get your father for me, would you? Fifteen is an important milestone! Maybe he even has a gift for you!"
"Okay, mother.."
You replied, swallowing back the tears that stung your eyes and the lump in your throat. It was cold, snowing on your birthday. Yet you grit your teeth and stepped down off the engawa and towards your houses furnace.
Soon your father came into view, seemingly working on something. He was kneeling down, hitting a rock against something.
"Pipsqueak! You're here! Has your mother finished supper so soon?"
Your father's voice was loud and cheerful as per usual. He engulfed you in a hug instantly, sweeping you off your feet and squeezing you tightly.
"O-okay dad- I can't breathe-"
"Sorry, kid. But look at what I've got for you!"
You still remember the moment he held out the blade to you. Its blade shining and freshly sharpened. It was.. so perfect. Your memories after that are foggy.. like they're not supposed to be remembered.
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"(Y/n)-sama! You have a message from Shinazugawa-sama! Caw caw!"
You were pulled from your thoughts by the loud squawking of your crow perched on your shoulder.
"Thank you, Mimi."
You said with a grateful smile as you untied the small roll of paper from your crows leg.
"Dear (Y/n)-sama. I'd like to talk to you as soon as possible, I'm going to be in your area for a mission soon. So I took it as an opportunity to talk to you. Meet me at xxx on xxx. Shinazugawa."
You read the letter over a few times, was this letter really from him? The Shinazugawa you knew wasn't into formalities of any sort let alone letter writing. But from the amount of ink drops and shaky hand writing you assumed that he must've at least written the note.
You chuckled to yourself softly, swallowing hard. You set the letter down on the table you kneeled in front of before shifting your gaze to the bowl of miso soup that sat adjacent to you.
"Thank you for the meal!"
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You winced as sweat trickled down your forehead, stinging your eyes. Yet you gripped the bokken in your hands tighter, paying no attention to your aching limbs and stinging eyes.
You didn't know why you wanted to cry, you were just trying to train. But you couldn't wrap your head around a lot of the things that happen to you, and after all of your years, you'd grown quite fond of the soothing feeling of tears streaming down your cheeks.
"(Style) breathing, sixth form: (style name)!"
You shouted out, you wanted to drop to the floor and sleep, cry, scream, fight, anything. Yet you didn't let your legs buckle, continuously charging at obstacles you had set up around your training grounds. You felt angry now, you weren't sure who or what it was at... you just wanted- no, needed to get this out, somehow.
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"Mom!!!"
You wailed out, the afternoon sun beating down harshly on your skin. Your entire face coated with a mixture of sweat and tears as you knelt down, knees and elbows supporting you as your endless stream of tears hit the ground.
"Mom! You told me I was a strong kid all those years ago.. what about now? I couldn't even protect you and dad.. I can't even train my fighting skills without falling. Where did I go wrong!?"
You cried out into nothing, your trembling arms, along with your whole body ached. The pain was unbearable, you could feel your pounding heart throbbing in your ears as you soaked your eyes dry.
Soon, you felt yourself falling. Slowly, very slowly... everything was... hurting, dark... slow. The side of your head hit the ground first, landing mere inches away from your bokken.
Then you heard it.. that voice, it was so familiar. It was... masculine, gruff, angry, but... it didn't sound completely normal. It had a ring of something else to it, fear.
"(Y/N)!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?"
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Im finally posting again! Please forgive me for disappearing for a few days!!! (╥﹏╥) I'll give you guys warning if it needs to happen again, XD
