Y/n's PoV:
I thought my life was gonna be great for the most part. My parents were demon slayers. One of the most skilled but they weren't Hashiras. They never were. But They were still close to Oyakata-san. Speaking of Oyakata-san, His wife, Amane-san, was like an aunt to me. Amane-san was very close to my mother. They would usually have a cup of tea together in their spare time and they would talk about how life was for hours. They really were as close as friends could be.
Mom didn't go for any more missions when I was 5. She just laid in her futon all day. My dad started training me to use Nichirin Breathing around this time as well. "Dad. Why doesn't Mom go to missions anymore?" I ask out of curiosity. Dad pulled me into a warm embrace. "She's feeling sick and needs to recover. She shouldn't move much. But in the meantime, we can still pray that mom will get better, right?" Dad looked at me with his usual smile. I smiled back sweetly. "Yup!" I replied cheerfully as I put a thumbs up. As soon as I left the room to go see mother, tears started to prick dad's eyes. He already knew that mom's condition was to take her away from this world in two years, but he hid it from me.
After two years had passed. I was Seven. Life was peaceful. Nothing bad happened. Mom's state was the same as ever. I worked hard to master the art of Nichirin Breathing. At this point, I was an advanced user of the Nichirin Breath. I was practising with my wooden blade in my garden. Peacefully and undisturbed. Until one of the maids barged into the garden. "Y/n-chan! It's your mother! She- she's-" I turned wide eyed and sprinted to my mother's room.
In my eyes, was the pure fear of losing her. I can't lose my mother... Not now! I haven't even become a part of the demon Slayer corps! I stood at the doorway of my mom's room. Dad was at her side holding her hand and sobbing. "Mom!" I said relieved that she hadn't been dead. I hurried to my mother's side and held her hand. "Mom... Are you gonna die?" I ask with tears swelling up in my eyes. "Y/n... I'm sorry... I wish I could've seen the day you would become a Hashira. I wish I could see you grow up into a respectable strong woman... But I'm going up to heaven soon. And I wish I could've been more loving to you..." She said through her coarse voice.
"No! Nononononono no... Mom don't say that, please. You did your best in everything you did... And I love you so much. Please don't leave me... Not now..." I whispered in between my sobs. "I'm sorry y/n... I have and still love you in this world and even more so in the next..." She smiled. That smile of hers broke my heart. I was young and couldn't understand the emotions I felt after her death. But now that I'm older I know exactly what those feelings were. The stages of grief.
On the day of Mom's funeral, Amane-san showed up. I gave her a hug and sobbed into her kimono. She patted my head and picked me up. "Y/n... " She looked at me with sad eyes. She put me down and went to mom's grave. She knelt down and started shedding tears. "Mei-chan... If we are ever reborn again... I would love to be with you again so please wait for me till then... I hope your afterlife is just as fortunate as the life you had in this world... I'll miss you. You were like the sister I never had in my childhood. You were also very daring and I admired that about you... So much... Goodbye, old friend..." She whispered. She stood up and gave a bow. Her cheeks were stained with tears. She used the sleeve of her kimono to wipe them away.
This was the first time I saw Amane-san like this. She was always smiling but to see her with that frown was heartbreaking. I ran up and hugged her. "Amane-san... Mother's at peace now... Please don't cry... She wouldn't want you to cry..." I told her. She stopped and brought herself down to my level. "Y/n-chan... I know you'll make an excellent Hashira in the near future. You're just as beautiful and strong as your mother was. I'm sure if she saw you now, she'd be very proud." Amane-san gave me a smile and approached my dad. "Soru. Make her able to surpass her mother's expectations." She told dad with a serious expression. Father nodded.
Four years later, I was 11. I had lost the once cheerful smile I used to have and I was finally a member of the Demon Slayer corps. Unlike other demon slayers, My uniform was a dark greyish-blue colour while I had a slightly darker haori of the same colour. I was promoted to a Hinoe in my first week and had fulfilled more than 30 missions. And in the next month, I was informed by Oyakata-san that I was being chosen to be the Nichirin Hashira. I didn't exactly get excited when I heard the news. I just nodded and said I was honoured to him. The Pillar Meeting was being held tomorrow. It was to introduce me to the other Hashira. I didn't mind but I had a feeling that something interesting would come to happen tomorrow. We'll have to wait and see.
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A/n I know whatchu thinking "WHERES MUICHIRO?!?!" he's coming next chapter don't worry😋
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