Lifetimes

- 18 Why -

[Warning, heavily spoilers and lots of sad/ prepare some tissues just in case]

After receiving a few medical supplies from the group, Y/n immediately sprinted off, following the unsettling aura. As she ran, the feeling only got stronger and stronger. ''Ah..'' the girl panted, holding her pounding head as she forced her legs to move. The sick feeling twisted and turned through the different corridors, leading her. 

Even with that, Y/n couldn't have a peaceful run. Multiple times, she was stopped by demons which slow down her movements. Fighting a demon with weight in your head, a sick feeling in your guts doesn't make things better.  After slicing off a demon's head, the sick feeling was too much for Y/n to handle. The feeling quickly rushed up to her throat and out her mouth, causing her to vomit. 

Coughing, Y/n leaned on a wooden pillar, trying her best to regain herself. There was no reason for her to search for this unknown feeling, but something was telling her to go towards it. Wiping the disgusting liquid off her lips, the girl pushed herself off the pillar and forced her limps to continue moving. 

Her cuts and wounds stung as the air, brushed against her opened skin. Her deep red blood stained the bandages around it, dripping into the floorboards beneath her. Despite all her pain, her violet orbs lit with determination, wanting to reach the source of the feeling and end it.  

Forcing her body to move as she sprints through hallways, jumping pass random rooms, following the sick aura. ''Please let me close...'' the girl pleaded in her head, begging for this to quickly end. 

As the girl took the corner, the aura stood clear before her. It bent smoothly through an empty hallway and into a large, decorated door. The sick feeling in her slowly lifted, removing itself after transporting her to her destination. The girl panted, observing the decorated door. She focused her energy at the aura in the room, trying to make out what is in there. 

Pain, suffering, grief, all bottle into one gushing stream. Y/n cringed at the aura. How could so much negative emotions fit in a single aura? Bottling up her courage, the girl took in a deep breath before making her way towards the door. 

She gripped onto the wooden handle tightly, her heart beating uncontrollably. With one last breath, she forcefully slides the doors open.

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Her heart stopped. Despite having to beat so fast before. She choked. Her nose wrinkled at the smell of ash. Her violet eyes shook in disbelief as it stared at the sight before her. Her violet orbs scanned her surroundings. Her eyes fixed on a laying Sanemi, next to a halved Genya, laying in a pool of blood. The blood was slowly turning in ash, disappearing. 

Her eyes tore away from the brothers and onto a large figure in the middle of the room. The stone Pillar turned to face the girl, sitting still at the middle of the room. His large hands placed gently on a laying figure. ''Gyomei...'' she choked. 

Shock and disbelief overwhelmed her, stripping her from displaying any other emotions. She moved to the brothers, shaking in her steps before dropping to her knees in front of them. ''Genya...'' she whispered, looking into the boy's eyes. ''Hey Y/n... '' the boy mumbled, trying to make out words. Y/n wanted to help, she wanted to save him. Although, she knows there was no hope in saving him. 

Y/n shifted her eyes onto the other brother, who was unconscious at the moment. ''He's wounded'' Y/n thought as she shakily took out the bandages she got and tried her best to stop any bleeding at all. Her hands shook as she wrapped the boy up, trying her best to persevere any life left in the boy.  Once she thinks it was enough, she silently watched the brothers.