Ｐａｉｎ (Kimetsu No Yaiba x OC)[𝙍𝙚-𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜!]

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My living conditions were not the greatest. I grew up on a farm on the outskirts of a small village. My family was one of many farming families within the village. My father and grandfather often helped them harvest the crops and often joined the other farmers too the nearby town to sell them. We weren't necessarily poor, but we didn't always have it easy, but I didn't mind. As long as I had my family around, I considered myself lucky.

I might as well tell you about my family. My grandfather, who owned the farm, has been farming for as long as he could remember. He was a wise man, who often shared some of the most interesting stories with me or embarrassed my dad with humiliating stories about him. I laughed at the stories he told, I found them quite entertaining.

My grandmother, a teacher that taught at local schools since she was in her twenties. She retired a few years ago and was replaced with my mother. As an ex-teacher, she often help me with my school work and made sure I understood everything that was taught to me. Not only that but she would cook up my favorite dish everytime I did well in school....ramen. Apart from being a good teacher, she was a kind and caring person.

My mother, like I said, was the current teacher at the time. Apart from teaching me how to read and write, she also cared for me, like any mother would. She made sure that I was a well mannered and well disciplined boy. She'd bathe me and made sure my clothes were clean. Cooked for me and would sometimes play with me. Apart from that she made sure the house was nice and tidy whenever we had visitors around. She also explained to my why the night time was a dangerous time for any human to be out
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"You mustn't go outside Kiyoshi. If you do, evil spirits might take you away and you'll never see us ever again. Do you want that?she asked somberly.
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"No mama, I don't want that. I want to be with my family forever."
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My father, a coldhearted bastard, who had his military career cut short due to an injury he substantiated in the line of duty. After he was told that he couldn't serve in military any longer, his whole future came crumbling down. Everything that he had worked for until that point was all gone. Maybe that's why he was so mean to me...maybe that's why he always pushed me and told me to never give up no matter what challenges lay ahead.
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"You never know when life will throw obstacles your way son, that's why you should always keep pushing. Remember son, no matter what challenges lay ahead, you must overcome them for your own sake. You may say you're weak, but I know you're strong...you're my son after all and I know you will do great things with your life."
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This dialogue that I had with him will always stick out too me. Not because what he said was true but because it's the last time we ever had a genuine conversation with each other. The last we talked before everything was taken away from me.

It was a cold and cloudy afternoon. My father and grandfather were returning to work, but instead of a normal dinner we surprised him with a suprise birthday party. My mother, grandmother and I cooked him his favorite foods and baked him a nice birthday cake. I remember decorating it as best as I could. His face when he saw what he did was something I'll never forget. I saw different emotion other than anger and melancholy, eminent from his face. I saw happiness eminent from his face for the first time. He thanked each and everyone of us and hugged us. I remember hugging him tight that night. Maybe this was a sign that things were beginning to change...and change they would.

After thanking us, we all sat down at the table and dug in at all the amazing food that they had cooked. We chat and laughed and had fun. We sung happy birthday and cut the cake. Opened presents and enjoyed ourselves. I thought the good times would never last. Then all of us heard a loud bang on the door. My father and mother got up, with my grandmother close behind them. My grandfather grabbed and held on too me like how a child would hold onto its teddy bear. My father grabbed a small axe and my mother grabbed a knife. Suddenly a demon barged in with 6 other following close behind him. The leader of the pack stood out.