silence. an inosuke fanfic

3. 'goodbye'

Over 10 days have passed since the Final selection, and still no sword.

You were in your garden, training with your brother like usually.

"So Y/n." He threw an attack at you. "I never got to ask how it went?"

"What?" You dodged the attack, trying to charge yourself at him, but he just pinned your face down and put your hands behind your back. "Agh!"

"The Final selection." He continued.

You kicked him off from behind, sending him flying back, and got back up. "It went well.. Only 5 of us survived."

"Oh I see.." he smirked, and he was about to throw a punch at me, but eventually you heard someone on the door. "They saved you"

You just rolled your eyes, and peeped through the balcony to see who this was. A man with a scary mask stepped inside. He revealed a sword, and you immidietly ran inside, bowing and taking your blade.

Soon after, you all sat down. "Show me! I want to see the color." The man watched.

You looked over at your brother, and gulped in excitement. "DO IT ALREADY!!" the scary man ordered. "Jeez, fine.."

You sighed, before finally drawing your katana. It turned into a bright red color, which faded into deeper red on the sharped part.

"FASCINATING! JUST LIKE THIS MANS SWORD!" The man cheered. You smiled over at your brother, and he looked at you proudly. You put your katana back in its steath, and soon after when the man left you decided to go to sleep.

You were looking at the ceeling, realizing this could actually be your last night here. You looked over at you uniform and katana in the corner, and just started at it in awe.. 

Now that ou think about it, what does the color red even stand for?

You rolled over to your brother. "Kyo." He hummed in response "What does red mean?"

"It stands for agression, sexuality and passion."

I cringed, and laid down on my back, resting my head on his bicep. "What does that even mean?"

"Sexuality , might sound like it has nothing to do with fighting, but I guess it associates us that the color red has something to do with very dominant feelings.'

"Do you think I can make it?" You questioned.

"Yeah. I think that you will even outdoo me."

skip

You prepared yourself to leave, as soon as you woke up. You put your uniform on, and took your blade with you. Before you could step outside, your brother stopped you.

"Wait, Y/n.." He handed you a piece of clothing and a small bag. It was a black haori with fire designs on the bottom, and inside the bag were hanafuda earings, with fire designs. "I want people to reckognize when they see you that you are my sister."

You couldnt help  but feel tears forming in the corners of your eyes. You walked up to him and hugged him. He hugged you back kissing you on the top of your head.

"Thank you." You said.

"Be the best version of yourself, Y/n."

You finally left, and turned around one last time to wave at your brother. You were too attached to him.

As you walked down the path, you looked down on your uniform. Everything was in place. Black boots with black thigh socks, and a short skirt along with the regular corps top. You opened it at the chest part. Mitsuri helped you design it.

You were a demn slayer now, on the journey to become Hashira and kill your wretched father.