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01/21/2022 08:45 PM 

Farewell

 

Ice. Cold. Solid. Unbreakable. What a strange thing for someone that usually shone as brightly and with the same warmth as the sunlight itself, to think about. However, that was the only word that came to her mind if anyone dared to ask what she felt. Her violet optics no longer held their brightness. They were as dull and listless as the eyes possessed by a doll. The rain that splattered against the window pane of the room she had claimed and even the presence of those that came to see her, did not rouse her. It was as if she had become completely empty. Numb. All she could do was sit lifeless and stare at her hands lost in her labyrinth of thoughts.

 

"I noticed you left the funeral earlier than everyone else." Tanjiro's voice was gentle, as if he feared that if he spoke too loudly she may just shatter into pieces. She flinched slightly as he dabbed at the red, puffiness beneath her eyes. 

 

Though she did not speak, she only stared at her floor. Completely aware of where Tanjiro, Zenitsu and even Inosuke were situated in the room. Tanjiro sat to her right, fretting over her. The box with Nezuko contained within sat within her view upon the floor. Zenitsu was seated to her left, she could feel his waves of unspoken concern with the same vigor as if he had spoken them. Inosuke...he was the quietest of the three now. He leaned against the open door, eyes trained on the dark hall as his hand loosely held the boar mask he treasured.

 

"....I....couldn't watch them lower him into that hole..." she struggled to find the words that barely burbled up as a whisper. Hot tears burned her eyes and the delicate flesh around them, raw from tears already shed, "It was too final, a goodbye."
 

A sob broke from her as she threw the weight of her body against the softness of the bed. The pillow became a tissue for the tears that ceased flowing despite how badly she wanted to will them from existence. To will the entire situation from existence. The three boys exchanged uncomfortable glances before she felt the weight of their bodies dissipate from around her. A hand touched her shoulder. "If you feel up to it, come find us later, okay?" She remained silent allowing the darkness before her eyes to swallow her whole rather than face the pain. She had not felt pain like this since the day Giyuu returned without Sabito from the Final Selections. Like a piece of her heart had been torn from her. Unfortunately, she had actually witnessed this piece being torn away by that bastard, Akaza.

At various intervals she had heard the patter of feet and sensed the presence of people coming and going from her room as she hovered about consciousness. Violets peeked out from the pillow. The person before her nearly caused her to fall from her bed. He was placing some folded fabric upon her table next to Mochi and tea, left by Mitsuri and Shinobu. There was a flower she recognized as being left by Giyuu on the desk as well. What was being left did not surprise her, rather how much the boy leaving it looked like Rengoku. His eyes were wide with shock as he quickly bowed to her. "I didn't mean to intrude. My elder brother left the for you at the manor." He affectionately tapped it with his hand. The sadness clear in his eyes as he spoke, "He spent many nights awale making this. It was time it was returned to you."

Ah. Senjuro. This boy was Senjuro. Nikko tried to force a smile but only managed to look more broken. "Thank you, Senjuro." He nodded his head before showing himself out. Her violet optics never left him. Even after he had left they lingered upon the doorway before she forced her aching body to her feet. Curiously she stared at the fabric. A card was haphazardly attached with a blue ribbon. Hesitant hands took the note with shaking fingers.

 

To my kohai,

 

For your birthday. Now our haori will match but yours will shine with a symbol that embodies your honest energy.

 

Rengoku.

 

The first lingering hints of a tearful smile tugged at the corner of her lips. She fingered the fabric beneath her fingertips.

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