'𝗬𝗘𝗔𝗛 𝗠𝗬 𝗕𝗢𝗬𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗬 𝗖𝗢𝗢𝗟, 𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗛𝗘𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗔𝗦 𝗖𝗢𝗢𝗟 𝗔𝗦 𝗠𝗘.'
-brooklyn baby lana del rey
"YOUR the one who sent me that letter?! it was so rude-"
"what letter?"
a y/n l/n x...
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you sat infront of the mirror, staring blankly down at your arms and legs while shinobu sat behind you, watching your reaction.
you had burn marks all over them, everywhere.
it was the first time in a few days that you had looked in the mirror after you woke up here, and looking at this, made you sick.
"are you remembering now..what happened?" shinobu stated softly, tilting her head to the side and studying your expression.
she was worried about you, really.
from what mitsuri told her, you used to be expressive and fun, now you were quiet and blank most of the time. which was a normal trauma response—she was sure you'd come back to normal soon.
although, you hadn't remembered alot of what happened, only gaining some memories from flashbacks and dreams. which is definitely a good sign. if you can gain some memories back everyday, you'll get them all back in no time.
"uh, kinda, but not really..." you mumbled, looking down at your arms and the marks peeking out from under your hospital gown. "im sorry—" you whispered quietly.
"please, dont apologise. its not your fault." she said in an exasperated tone, sighing and standing up. "oh! also, the master has requested you come see him when you are able too, so i suggest you go now."
you turn your head towards her, looking over your shoulder and shrugging. "oh, uhm..sure." you said in a quiet tone, pushing off the ground and standing up.
you had heard from others that the master was a big deal around this place, and it definitely sounded like it.
you had also remembered some fuzzy memories of stories you sister told you about the master, that he has her original notebook with all the forms of frost breathing in it.
you had always hoped you'd become a hashria like her, but after she died you lost most hope.
. . .
you walk into a fancy yet traditional japanese room, tatami mats lining the floor along with big windows and a small table in the middle of the room. it smelled very faintly of wisteria and tea, that you would have to be in there a while to actually notice.
you watch as shinobu bows to the man in the middle of the room, then smiling at you and leaving.
the man had shoulder length brown hair with purple eyes that seemed as if they were glowing, a pleasant smile on his face with a purple scar across his eye.
the second you walked in you felt as if he was comforting you, his aura was so calming it was like you knew him.
but, you obviously didnt.
"y/n, sit, i have a proposal for you."
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TAISHO SECRET: y/n has heard many stories about the hashira from her sister, and knows most of they're names. shinobu was surprised when y/n claimed she knew her because she wasnt very close with her sister.
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