Demon Flowers (tanjiro x reader)

Childhood trama (background story)

          I grew up in Tokyo. My parents were amazing artists, in fact my whole family. Whether is was with a sword or a brush. My parents were well known artist in the city, selling their art in a small shop.
           
           Although I did grow up in Tokyo, we lived in town near by. I'd sometimes come with my parents to their shop, I'd always paint with my parents. If I wasn't with them at the shop, I'd be at home with my grandmother helping her in the garden. My grandmother was an amazing person, before she died.

           I couldn't handle her death. I'd just spend my whole day in the garden everyday after her death. Of course I would come in to sleep. Not too long after, my parents died.

By demons.

            My parents screams are engraved in my head. I was hiding under the bed the whole time it happened.

   " Honey go hide Y/N somewhere. Quick!"

          Right after were screams. I saw blood everywhere. I couldn't even comprehend what was going on. Tears started rolling down my face. I quickly cupped my hands around my mouth. The sounds of the demon crunching the bones of my parents and swallowing it made me ball out my eyes. Before it could hear me, it ran away.

My 7 year old eyes couldn't stop crying.

           My uncle and aunt took me in after that. I didn't say a word ever, until they got me a book. During spring I'd practice drawing the flowers, and making bouquets and flower crowns. Everytime I did, I always cried.

  Your POV

         I frantically woke up trying to gasp for air. Tears streamed down my eyes. " Again." I thought and sighed. I never stopped having those nightmares. I hear a knocking on the door and comes in my uncle. Uncle Shioto. He was my father's brother and he's been my caretaker for 4 years. " Good morning, and happy birthday. Wash up and come eat breakfast" I did what the old man told me to do, and went to the breakfast table. " Since you're now 11, would you like to start training?" Uncle asked. " What train-" before I could finish my sentence my aunt says, " Before we talk about that, heres our present Y/N."
Aunt Noriko hands me brushes, watercolors, and a new sketchpad. " We're very happy to have you in this household" says Aunt Noriko as she gently smiles. " Thank you a lot. " I say while gently smiling at my Aunt. Uncle Shioto coughs before he starts his sentence. " AS I was saying. Your training for you to become a demon slayer. Do you still want to become one?" My uncle was a former pillar, he was always good with the sword and wanted to pursue something with it. I stand up, slamming my hands on the table. " Yes! When can we start!" "Whenever we can-" before Uncle finishes his sentence, we hear a boys voice from outside. " It's Tanjiro, he's probably delivering charcoal. I'll be right back." Aunt Noriko questions, " Are you sure? The weather is horrible for that boy to walk down the mountain"