𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 || ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ sʟᴀʏᴇʀ x ᴏᴄ!ꜰᴇᴍ!

𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀!

This chapter is an extra, not really story included but my pookie wookies oc (her name is Akahito hashibira.. Think you can guess why this exists)

Three siblings sat around a table, eating foods that were made by the hands of inoko hashibira.

The youngest, akahito, grabbed a bunch of food, downing it all as she stuffed more food into her mouth. She was 13 years old.

Inosuke did something similar, taking as much tempera as he could from the middle of the small table. Crumbs scattered on his cheeks.

Inoko was eating small amounts, leaving the rest for her siblings, allowing them to get as much food as they wanted. She felt happy when they got to eat, ignoring her own needs for theirs.

The two were full by the end of the meal, all the food gone by their hands and stomachs. Akahito nearly fell asleep sitting up if it were for inoko picking her up.

"Sorry, aka. Lets get you and ino to bed okay?" inoko said gently, her eyes soft.

Akahito nodded, falling asleep within the minute. Inosuke was trailing behind them tiredly, his eyes drooping.

At last did inoko reach their rooms, Inosuke waddled into his and fell onto his bed, not bothering to cover himself.

Akahito was set down gently, her smaller frame burried in the blankets she owned.

Inoko gently placed a kiss on the girls head, not minding the small growl she got in return.

Closing her door did she walk to inosukes room, his door yet to be shut.

Inoko walked in, dropping to her knees and prying the Blanket from under Inosuke, covering his body in the thickend blanket.

Placing a kiss on his head did she get up and walk out, shutting the door behind her.

Walking down the now quiet hallway did she stop at the kitchen. Plates and bowls everywhere, crumbs covered the floor.

Her lip trembled as she thought back on her father. Douma. He could make anything fun, cleaning, wounds anything.

Tears filled her eyes, gently blinking them away did she clean up, dishes being washed and floors sweeped did she walk outside, the moon bright in the darkend sky.

Sitting down on the porch did she start crying, tears quiet yet large in size. She hadnt cried since she found akahito in the forest, wrapped in a baby pink blanket and gold cradle like object.

She knew that the girl was douma's. The way the baby's purple eyes started up at her, she cried.

"Im so sorry mom.. I am" inoko cried. Wishing she gave them a better life then this, wishing they could be reborn into a better life.

"Maybe one day they will. Maybe one day ill get to give them a better life." inoko said, staring into the moon.

But from afar, eyes stared at her saddned form, the person could feel the emotions rolling in the air.

"Im sorry too. I should have saved you all. Especially you, my dear. "

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The morning rose quickly, the sun shining bright on inokis face. Today felt weird, like someone was watching her.

Her emotions were out of place, much like a mess. But in a way, worse. Like an avalanche crashing down on her.

She knew today wasnt going to end up very good, something was bound to upset her and she'd explode in a fit of rage or sadness.