❝ 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹,, ❞
- in which, a young girl by the name of y/n is desperate to prove she's not just a damsel in distress .. but ends up making women and men alike want to save her.
❝ 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗴𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗶...
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"Urokodaki-sama, I'm heading out!" You call, a slight smile to your face. You feel his calloused hand grab your arm before you open the door.
"Call me..Call me Otousan," he says quietly, his voice betraying a hint of vulnerability. Your head perks up in surprise, but you smile all the same, your eyes closing fondly.
"Okay, Otousan! I'll be heading back soon, so please wait for me!" You jog off, waving to him all the while.
Soon, the mountain is only a speck in the distance, and you can't see your father anywhere. Your crow flutters to your side, landing on your shoulder.
"North-east! North east!" It shrieks, its voice a shrill screech that grates on your ears. You attempt to swat it off, but it glides to your left instead.
You look below the bridge you're walking on, mind steeling to prepare for your first mission as an official demon slayer. Urokodaki was glad to see you home (you had assumed so, anyway, seeing that he discarded the meal he made in congratulations for passing the exam for you) and you couldn't disappoint him now. Or ever.
You hear ripples, eyebrows lifting slightly in confusion. Your head drops down to see the cause of the noise, and you gasp at the pretty sight. There are koi fish darting in and out of the water, small rocks and seaweed drifting in response to the disturbance.
You look up to the sky, covered in clouds and a pearly, opaque sapphire.
Orokodaki..he was a saviour to you, of sorts. After seeing your family devoured by demons as you lay in your bed, you had vowed to never trust again, to prove that you could save people, that you weren't just 'nice to look at' .
When you first saw the being consuming them whole, ripping off limbs like a starved delicacy, one feeling consumed you, inflaming your veins like gasoline to a raging flame. Fury. Fury that you were helpless, that you could do nothing but watch as all that you loved was licked off fangs.
You don't remember your family, anymore. You only remember their blood, their entrails left laying where they sat. You, tiny and trembling, crawling and bawling for help.
You didn't want to love again. You forgot the reason. But you remember everything that you held dear being torn from you, the agonising, unbearable grief, and that was all you needed to know.
Urokodaki-sama saw you. Bathed you. Clothes you, and treated you as if you were his own. Yes, you had vowed to never trust again, but your father was the only exception.
