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Aoi, a fellow corp member, working inside the compound of Kochou, was now serving her tempura on a plate, as Miyako and Mirei sat down, their knees was up to their faces, as the food was on the table either side of them, steaming, as it was just freshly made.
"Hey - you guys should start eating, I'm sure you're really hungry from your walk, aren't you? If you need me, please don't hesitate to ask any other corps members where I might be at."
"Uhm- one question, miss Kanzaki... "
Miyako finally spoke, her soft, quivering voice made Aoi slightly shocked at their state, after hearing how weak it sounded.
"Yep?"
"What do you mean Corp members? I - I've heard many people say it around here... so it this some secret cultist group...?"
"Ah!! No no no, no that! Well, we uhm-"
Another kakushi, who just happened to pass by the room, spoke up, just hearing the girl's question.
"Demon Slayer corps, that's what we're a part of. You see, there are demons around Japan, so our job is to kill and hunt them down, for the safety of the public. The mansion you were just at, that's who runs the corps, and the flame guy you saw earlier, that's one of our best demon hunters. This place, this is the home of another skilled demon hunter, and as you might have heard her name, It's Lady* Kochou. Oh, flamey guy's name is Kyojuro Rengoku, Lord Rengoku."
Miyako finally understood, the piercing look on Rengoku's face, he had thought a demon 'killed' their parents, after the lie that Mirei had told him, and got worried if the demon had followed us here, though she should probably tell him everything the more she gets to know him.
"Ah- alright... t-thank you."
She was back to her depressing state, back to staring longingly at nowhere, back to just sitting there, with those empty eyes. EEP!
"Hello Kanzaki-san!!"
Their voices, all in unison had startled her, making her jolt from her spot and face them with wide open eyes, almost as big as Temari balls. (Temari balls are technically a Japanese craft and are sometimes made with embroidery, and may be used in hand-ball games :D)
"Hello fellow demon slayer!! We were called to help and assist Kanzaki-san while Lady* Kochou and Tsuyuri-san are away!"
Three girls, green, blue, and red, all peeking from the doorframe where one of the kakushi stood, while Mirei was already nodding her way to sleep, Aoi was grabbing a few blankets, and where Miyako had awoken from her long daydream.
"AH???"
Mirei awoke from her dream, just in time for Miyako to react again, jumping off the bed from the three girls appearing so suddenly, and her sisters awake.
"Miyako-chan!! Are you okay??"" Mirei called from the right side of her bed.
"Ah, Miyako then," Aoi said, returning her place to gather more blankets, seeing she was going to be well taken care of by the other butterfly sisters.
"Miyako? Miyako-sama!! Are you alright??" The three girls called, helping her up off the floor as they sat her back down on bed, each taking turns to check up on her, perhaps a but too much? Miyako didn't like a lot of people touching her at once.
"Ah- I'm a-alright..."
She was still pretty shaken, but by how the other Corp members treated her, she wasn't surprised she wanted to stay longer, to make this place her home, to be looked after these people. Mirei was on the other side of the bed, watching Miyako faintly smile as she reassured them, she was okay, and that they didn't need to do much. She was surprised to see how warm she could be to anyone she met, how attached she became. She was attached to Kyoshiro, to the flame guy - she heard his name, which was Kyojuro-sama - and the other people in the room, which included someone who just looked a year older than her sister, a random guy by the doorway, and three other younger girls who were originally behind the guy.

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