Heart Of Fire; Veins Of Ice | Kimetsu No Yaiba Fanfic (Kyojurou's POV)

Chapter 16

Kyojuro can't bring himself to eat the food Masahiko has prepared for him.

He doesn't know if he's supposed to still eat human food, but Masahiko urges him to eat, and he does. There's an aura from that man, whom despite not being able to see into his eyes, he knew he could rely on him, heavily at that. 

Since young, he's been able to easily judge a person's character. Everyone had an aura which was a reflection of their personality, and he had been able to see and sense that aura, which included harmful intentions or healing ones. Some times it gave him vivid images, or a particular scent or sight and sound. 

From Masahiko, he smells the scent of aged wine, the sound of ringing bells, bloodied roses, and yet warmth, kindness and light, a Seraph that protects him and gives him his blessings. He knows he's safe in his care. He finishes his warm bowl of ramen, before Masahiko pushes him on the wheelchair to a soft long chair near a bookshelf.

He surveys his surroundings, and he feels the warmth of the burning fire in the fireplace, the sounds loud and crackling, as he scans the myriad of wood which comprises the ceiling, the tables and the floor. The room is large, with the chair he was seated on on the left most side from the main entrance. There is a bookshelf within arm's length on his left, while directly across him, was a grailed window. There is a small table in the centre of the room, while across the main entrance is a large, bustling fireplace.

He can feel the warmth of the fire from where he sits, and it is soothing to his nerves.

Masahiko hands him a folded quilt, as he sits himself next to him on the sofa.

He hands to him a small bundle of cloth. Kyojuro takes it, wondering what he has for him.

He unfolds the soft material.

The orange and red fragments glint back at him, polished and waiting even as they have been shattered into a million pieces, it brings him comfort. He holds the pieces in his hands, not caring if it was broken, as he collects the pieces of the hilt and he can feel the residual heat in the palms of his hand. It warms him.

Within the cloth, were the shards of his nichirin blade.