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➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, a low-ranking demon of questionable origins captures the attention of the most powerful beings in the world all the while trying to find her brot...
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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 ⎡ 𝑷𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆 ⎦
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(Y/N) dreamed the next time she rested.
Muzan, strangely enough, didn't force her to eat the flesh of humans as Kokushibo, Douma, and Akaza often left intermittently to do so in shifts. So, when Kokushibo had finished her training for the day, she was able to lay down on one of the tatami-matted floors of the wooden platforms to rest and regain her energy before her next bout.
Yet, as she did so, she shifted uncomfortably, her expression twisting into confusion.
Her dream wasn't nightmarish, but puzzling.
"Do you see him?" A soft voice asked, her eyes drawing to the handsome man who was talking. "That's my older brother, Michikatsu. Isn't he admirable? ...I wish he didn't hate me."
In her dream, (Y/N) tilted her head as she stared at the young man across the field.
He was swinging his sword, concentrating.
He looked like the man in front of her, but he also didn't in the sense that they seemed like two very different people despite their obvious familial appearances. She was confused as to why she was there, and where she was. After all, she remembered nothing of how she had gotten there or what had led up to that point, and only knew that the man next to her made her feel warm.
Like the soft caresses of the sun's rays.
She then looked at the man again, and he looked at her, the light of the moon illuminating his features and highlighting the beauty of his pink eyes.
It took her breath away.
Then, his fingers gently grazed her cheek, shifting away a lock of her (H/C) hair.
It was a gentle act.
An endearing act.
An act made only out of care.
With that, she closed her eyes as he leaned in.
The next thing (Y/N) knew, she was awake, blinking in complete bafflement over the dream that she had just experienced. For some inexplicable reason, she knew deep down in her gut that she recognized the man from her dream, yet couldn't place his name for the life of her. Sitting up and massaging her temples, she let out a slow sigh.
Ever since Enmu had shown her that dream of her human childhood, since Sakonji had told her about her past with Giyu, and about how Douma revealed where he knew her and Kenji from, it seemed as if some parts of her memory were returning to her bit by bit. It was frustrating that they came in fragmented pieces, but then again, she theorized that if it was anything other than that, she would be far too overwhelmed to properly process the information that she was receiving.
