(~Training Arc~)
"Di, I'm scared..." those milk brown eyes look into mine, misty just as they once were when she was born.
"I... I'm here. Don't worry, they can't do anything to us."
"B-But Ma..."
"She's alive, I'm sure."
.
"Wake up... wake up _! Please!"
"Di, di!"
Beep. Beep.
"There are too many bullet—"
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
"—nurse! Conduct her immedia—"
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beeeeeeeeeeee—
"...sorry..."
.
Guns, bullets... pain.
Blood on the floor— my head on the blood...
...blood from my body.
.
"Always protect your sister, got it _?" Dark brown eyes smiled down at me.
"Eh? Why?"
"Because elder sister is like a second mother to the younger siblings— always." Warm lips on my forehead, beautiful smile on her face...
"...Ma?"
The world swam in and out of focus. A restaurant, a building, a flat. Dark eyes, brows creased, lips in a thin line. A woman shouting at my face—
"Wake up... p-please... I'm so sor-ry..."
The last words I ever heard in my past life.
Cold spread from my forehead to my eyes. A shaky breath escaped me.
Light.
I flinched as the light fell directly on my still closed eyes.
Shadow.
Kind, but blurry. Silhouetted in light, dust particles dancing around it.
"...Ma?"
My heart twisted.
Was she fine? Was her eyes as brown as mine was, still? Her laugh? Her hair?
"It... pains to remember." I said, my tongue thick and heavy in my mouth. "I didn't want to forget, I just couldn't— Ma... I love you... I miss you. I'm sorry I yelled and— it wasn't anything you did..."
A cold hand pressed to my feverish head, gently caressing it.
"Shh..." it said, before it replaced the cool touch with that of a wet cloth. I blinked back tears from my eyes, the world coming into focus for the first time.
It's so hard to think around the pain. I felt scattered; a part of me was in the room, a part of me left in my brothel and a part of me still in the restaurant— bleeding on the floor, slowly dying.
"You're awake? About time…"
"Finally, you're awake! You sleep like the dead, di!"
Sister...
For one second, one solitary second of wild hope, it was all a dream; being reborn, the brothel, the blood— the chewing. For a second, I felt like there was a chance I could go home again.
"How is your chest?" It... wasn't her voice. It was more... heavier, older.
I slowly woke from the dark, my throat heavy with grief and impression of someone moving beside me. I blinked and took a deep breath— there was pain, too much pain in my body...
"Don't move." The gruff voice commanded immediately as I tried to move— the blanket on me felt too much. To heavy, too hot, too unreal.
I still felt as if I was in a dream; a nightmare.
I blinked at him slowly, but owlishly as he did the same— a bit more subtly than me, though.
"...Four cracked ribs," he started, his eyes turning sharper as he continued. "Fever, critical blood loss, concussion, large claw wounds on your chest, a broken arm and large amount of scratches and scrapes. What happened to you, child?"
He looked at me with a number of emotions in his eyes— pain? Horror? Surprise? Pity?
"Who did this to you?" He asked carefully, his voice turning softer as each word fell from his lips.
Chewing.
Two huge figures were tearing the flesh from the bones, making the most horrifying noise of chewing and crunch—
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, even as the pain in my body rattled me through— I just wanted to erase those nightmares.
No. I was not doing this.
I tried to get up; move my body up and away from wherever I was— I didn't know how I got here, but I refused to stay.
As I finally managed to sit up, the blanket fell off my torso, uncovering different clothes than the ones I was previously dressed in. It was a rough cloth, un-dyed and unrefined— a few sizes too large for my small four year body.
"Child, lay down." A large, warm hand gently pushed me down. "You are in no shape to even move."
My eyes shifted over to the man, finally noticing him for the first time. He was an average elder man with almost no distinct or outstanding feature— average build, average height, ashen hair and beard with a few white hair poking here and there, giving away his real age.
He was just another guy— that's what one would think, at first glance. But I didn't had the same luxury, because I could feel.
His soul was like a typhoon— thrashing in unrestrained rage for something I couldn't yet understand. His warm green eyes looked at me with multiple emotions; passing rapidly before I could decipher their meaning.
"...Who did this to you, Child? What's your name?" He asked, his voice softer than I had ever heard from anyone.
"...Ma-ha..." I croaked out, my throat suddenly dry and broken. He instantly held a small pot filled with water near my lips.
His speed momentarily shocked me, but I ignored it in favor of gulping down the water that was offered to me. His large palms soothingly caressed my back, making me feel safe and calm.
"What is your name, child?"
"Miyasha... Sarota Miyasha."
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Also, the original arcs (my own written one) will only be two (for the beginning) and then we'll start with the main plot of Kimetsu no yaiba! That means, we'll be meeting Tanjiro and Nezukoin the next arc! Though this arc will be a tad bit longer, so bear with me! Trust me, these are very important parts as well, as there will be references to her fighting style from these arcs!
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