ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀʙʟᴇs||sʜɪɴᴀᴢᴜɢᴀᴡᴀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀs and Child Reader

CHAPTER I- MEETING

Child's play was a thing for a young child like you. Everyday, you'd exit the house after breakfast, and savour in strolls around the little Taisho Town with peers. They were fortunate whether high class or not. All of them had families, and none had ever experienced a single family death from a ruthless demon. You, on the other hand, was an adopted child whom has been abandoned alone in the dark cold wilderness of the deathly night at a formidable age of 4. A bloodlust thirsty demon has anonymously entered the doorstep, and for your parents had refined senses of hearing, they could easily sense the demon's unwelcomed antagonistic presence.

Sadly, they weren't as skilled as swordsmiths or demon slayers, and their grieving souls left their bodies as they deterioate in fear.

As the demon was about to devour your devoloping flesh, a Hashira, unbeknownst to you, landed a slash for the neck with his nichirin blade without a sense of hesitation. His fierce personality can be defined through his appearance of his scars embuing his war record in demon annihilation and his way of handling the creature itself.

After the demon's disintegration, you stared at the gore-covered corpses of your larents. Despite death was meant to be a topic young children aren't familiar with, you capture everything with just your two little e/c irises, and let out a loud wail. The pain was beyond unbearable for your torn and shattered heart.

The Hashira felt a pain in his chest, and it wasn't physical pain. It was that sympathetic feeling that struck him good. He wasn't sure if he can tolerate your characteristics, but for some reason, he didn't want to leave you alone, nor drop you to an orphanage. As your loud decibels raised higher, a tap on your shoulder gave a halt.

Unknown Hashira: Oi kid, are you alright?

Y/n: *sniff* No...mommy and daddy are gone! How am I okay?!

Unknown Hashira: Don't try harm yourself with stress and depression. Do you want to go to an orphanage?

Y/n: No...a scary place from what I heard...

Unknown Hashira: I heard that someone wants to take you in as a member of their family.

Y/n: Who?

Wind Hashira: *places hand on Y/n's head* Me! I'll be your big brother, and I'll take care of you, multitasking as the Wind Hashira!

Y/n: Really?! *jumps on his arms* THANK YOU!!! *cries*

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As you wake up from your heavy sleep, you were confused on what happened, but it was just little 6-year-old you who woke up from a past tragedy that lead you to where you are; the little sister of the only two living Shinazugawa brothers, Sanemi Shinazugawa (21) and Genya Shinazugawa (16).

(Oh wow, I had to alter some stuff from the original one I made. Forgive me if the story gets cliche huhuhu 😥 Got inspired by lots of fanfics so yeah )

(Word count: 499 words)