Poor Boy [Tanjiro x Reader]

🌸 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 5 🌸

When the sun began to rise from the east the two (l/n) women departed on their 3 day journey to the lotus temple located on Mt Fuji, The Three days were a blur spent in a deathly silence as (y/n) mourned the loss of the Kamado family.

Lady (l/n) allowed her grand daughter to grieve in peace through their journey listening to her silent sobs in the dead of night when she'd cry herself to sleep thinking no one was awake to hear, when the sun finally emerged over the horizon on the fourth day of their three day journey (y/n) was out of tears to shed her weeping came to an abrupt halt like a river dried to the bone.

"Welcome." A feminine voice spoke softly in an almost hushed tone (y/n) perked up as a young shrine maiden dressed in a white kimono top and hakama trousers greeted them at the temple gates, her hands were neatly folded in front of her "Lady Himari has been awaiting your arrival eagerly please follow me." she said in a whisper a stoic expression plastered on her face.

She led them through the gates in silence (y/n) carefully studied the young shrine maiden her warm black hair flowed down to the middle of her back, a unique set of russet eyes with a red glossed over with a ruby red shade she appeared to be very young a stoic expression was adorned on her youthful face her eyes were clouded over with an unreadable emotion.

(Y/n) (e/c) eyes surveyed her surroundings carefully she admired the ancient Japanese architecture of the old temple walls as she carefully walked up the moss covered stone stairs approaching a shrine, the garden was decorated with Sakura trees a pond in the distance it's clear waters were covered with Lilly pads and lotus flowers the garden gave off an ethereal glow.

"Welcome." A wistful soft voice spoke (y/n) locked eyes with a pair of dark cold raven eyes belonging to a woman with sickly pale skin as fair as snow her eyes seemed vacant and empty, her silky jet black hair fell to her lower back her lips were coated in a shade of dark cherry red lipstick (y/n) noted how the woman was dressed as if she were in mourning.

She was adorned in an elegant black yukata a samurai sword strapped to her hip the woman's red lips curled into an appealing smile as she folded her hands infront of her "Welcome to the lotus temple." she said in an empty tone bowing curtly.