Before we delve into this narrative, I must mention that it draws inspiration from the song Heart of Stone. I encourage you to listen to it before proceeding, as it sets the emotional tone for this story.
This narrative focuses on Tsukuyomi Tsuki, a character from my book The Way of the Eclipse. If you are unfamiliar with Tsukuyomi, I recommend reading The Way of the Eclipse first, despite its terrible narrative at the beginning.
Let's begin.
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My sister Luna always said I had a good heart. Others around me often remarked that I had a heart of stone, unyielding and resolute. But what no one ever told me is that hearts can change...
I still remember the night Luna and I walked home to find our parents slaughtered. I was only seven; Luna was nine. The image of their lifeless bodies, crimson-stained, shattered my innocent view of the world. Luna's screams echoed in the night, a horrifying symphony of grief and terror. I clung to her, my small hands trembling as I tried to comprehend the scene before me. That night marked the first fracture in my heart, a crack that would only widen with time.
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We stumbled through the dark forest, our tears blending with the rain. We reached the village, our home, seeking solace and help. But the townspeople, with their hardened faces and accusing eyes, dismissed our pleas. "Liars!" they yelled, their voices a chorus of disbelief. The sharp sting of their rejection, their unwillingness to believe two desperate children, left us ostracized and alone. They chased us away, hurling stones and curses, adding another deep crack to my already fractured heart.
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Luna and I took refuge in the forest. The trees became our guardians, their shadows our solace. I remember a night when I found Luna weeping under the moonlight, her sobs shaking her fragile frame. Seeing her cry—the second time in my life—tore at my heart. Her tears were a silent testament to the weight of our shared pain, a burden too heavy for her slender shoulders. I held her as she cried, feeling another piece of my heart crumble under the pressure.
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A few weeks ago, I returned from a grueling mission. I had encountered Upper Moon One. Upon my return, I learned of the Flame Hashira's death. The news was a devastating blow, shattering the fragile remnants of my heart. His death was a stark reminder of the fleeting nature of life, a reality that I had faced countless times but never fully accepted. This loss, however, felt different, like a piece of my soul had been torn away, leaving a gaping void.
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That same day, I discovered that my closest friend and secret crush, Yuzu, had been turned into a demon. Though she retained her gentle nature, her transformation marked a significant shift in our relationship. Against all rules and reason, I kept her hidden, providing refuge in our home. This decision left me conflicted—torn between breaking the rules and preserving a semblance of the Yuzu I once knew. The experience left me uncertain whether it was breaking me further or offering a glimmer of hope.
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The day I had to fight my own sister for the title of Hashira was the hardest of my life. Standing on opposite ends of the battlefield, Luna and I faced each other as adversaries, our bond strained under the weight of duty and ambition. The sight of her, determined and resolute, filled me with a profound sense of sorrow. The battle was a brutal test, not just of our physical strength, but of our emotional resilience. Each clash of our blades felt like a blow to my heart, adding another scar to my already shattered soul.
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When I was finally assigned the title of Hashira, a mix of pride and anguish overwhelmed me. Luna's eyes, once warm and loving, now held a storm of anger and betrayal. I tried to reach out to her, to bridge the growing chasm between us, but she rebuffed me with harsh words. "You're an affair child! You were never wanted!" she screamed, her voice laced with bitterness. Her rejection was the most painful wound of all, a betrayal that pierced my heart more deeply than any sword.
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Tonight, I walked to a nearby creek, the water calm and serene under the moon's gentle glow. The stillness of the night contrasted sharply with the turmoil within me. Alone, with only the rustling leaves and the babbling brook as witnesses, I broke down. Tears streamed down my face as I cried for the first time since our parents' death. The weight of my struggles, the façade of strength, crumbled under the pressure. How could I maintain a heart of stone when everything in my life seemed intent on breaking it?
My reflection in the water mirrored my sorrow, the tears distorting my image. "I'm fine," I whispered, my voice shaky and broken. "I'm fine... I'm fine... I'm okay..." The words, once a shield, now felt hollow and empty.
In that moment of vulnerability, I realized the futility of hiding behind a mask of indifference. I was not fine. I was hurting, my heart a mosaic of shattered pieces, each crack telling a story of pain and loss. And as I gazed at my distorted reflection, I knew that acknowledging my pain was the first step towards healing. But I ignored that and once again whispered, "I'm fine."
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This is really hard to make but I hope you like it
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tsuyuzu oneshots and side stories
Randomokay so is this just some stories and one shots of my custom OC and one of my BFF OC so just so you know Tsukuyomi is my character yuzu is Kirbythedino's oc I did not claim yuzu as my character I have permission to use it and if I add any other c...
