𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Part 8: Flashback

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Hello! Let's see if what Tanjirou said is true, huh? This is a flashback tournament, you guys. I don't know what to say anymore, okay you may continue!😶

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Notes:
Bold and Italic= Memory
Normal= Real Time

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HYPNOTIZED FLUID TRAP

KANAO'S POV

The lack of light that had bothered me so much at first just turned out to be normal. As if the world of mine was etched in charcoal, the once vibrant hues of the plants and blossoming flowers were no more than a vivid dream.

I've experienced this kind of darkness before, until I found a way to tame my heart whenever it comes again.

But, how much does it cost anyway? For me to get out of this eternal darkness, and reach for a vivid light; that would never leave or be gone.

As a child I used to wake up in the morning only to wish for the rays of the sun, causing me to remember that I live for a reason and no more. The loyal rays as if burning all my fears away, not a single doubt to finish it.

But now, I couldn't find any light. Any supported rays of the sun that could lightened my path, to get out of here, to see my big sister and apologise for being so much careless, to confront Aoi and state that I was wrong for doubting her, to hug Kaburamaru once more, to..

Meet Tanjirou, and say that I'm sorry.

Because I failed to keep my promise again.

I failed to protect the one he loves.

That is.. if I succeed to find out, where am I.

It's so dark, I don't even know if where did I stand moments ago. Or now, or maybe later. The view is just the same, flashing the same pitch black colour, as if I was hiding inside a box or a cave. Plus, I'm freezing. The puffs of air that coming out of my mouth send enough chill for me to stay still.

Out of nowhere, I heard a tiny sound from a far. It was a familiar sound of someone mourning for something, shivering in fear, begging with a cracked voice, the unwanted condition that I used to feel long ago.

"Hh-hah.. Hh-hah.."

For some reasons, my mind went blank. I saw a somewhat spotlight lightened my poor sight, and how unexpected it is.. to discover that I wasn't all alone in this mansion.

"A.. girl?" I said to myself, or it is more to attract this mysterious girl.

But that little girl seemed to ignore my own presence. Her whole condition succeed to make my heart skipped a beat, my lungs were having a hard time to pump the air out.

"*huh..*huh.."

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That child.. there's something familiar about her. Somehow, I can't remember. Or more like.. I don't want to remember. The child is in a great trauma, it is proven by the way her shoulders shivered in rapid moves, her pale lips quivered causing each words that came out from it seemed hard to understand. From what I saw nowadays, or most likely since 5 years ago, little children especially girls would wear something fancy or cute such as wealthy dress or colourful kimono. That when I asked their parents about it, the answers would be; children are the most precious assests for each parents in this world, of course we wanted the best for them in everything.