𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆, 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗽𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿

𝟳𝟳 - ❝𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗹❞

❝𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘺
𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳
𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭❞

- 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘤𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘹

BIRDS TWEETED. WATER TRINKLED IN THE DISTANCE.

a gasp, you shot up from a futon.

your moment of panic immediately subsided, replaced with solid tranquility.

your wide, panicked green eyes settled, softening.

you remembered this place.

"ubuyashiki-sama?" you called lightly.

there was no response.

your lips pursed, something felt kind of different.

you go to stand, only to find yourself struggling.

your eyebrows furrow,

e-eh?! what's going on!?

it felt as if your feet kept falling out from underneath you.

you puffed your cheeks out, squeezing your eyes shut and attempting to stand this time.

it worked, finally.

well.. did it?

you had certainly risen, but your feet weren't touching the floor.

your slowly crack open your eyes, only to let out a loud shriek as you motivated you were quite literally floating above the ground.

you jumped in surprise as footsteps suddenly sprinted towards the room, someone flinging open the door.

you stiffen in surprise, making eye contact with familiar heterochromia eyes.

you attempt to speak, to act as mitsuri as you once had, but nothing came out.

what was going on? this was like the dream where you had entered mitsuri's body, but this time, you were like a ghost!

your eyebrows furrow ever so slightly, the man in front of you seeming to look right through you.

you glanced down at yourself, having to smack a hand over your mouth to avoid the scream that was about to come out.

your body was translucent.

you really were like a ghost!

the man that seemed to be obanai personified stiffened, hand reaching for the blade on his side.