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|| Demon Slayer || LiSA ||
There was a little girl crying on the ground, kneeling in the snow. She shivered, her fingers and toes purple, her lips blue. In front of her were three graves, each of them fresh. "Why are you crying Winter?" A voice asked from behind her. She sniffled, only 12 years old and orphaned. "Everyone's dead. They all left me," A hand touched her shoulder, squeezing it. "Come on, let's go play inside." She was whisked off of her feet, her legs numb. Yuuki carried her into a house, seating her in front of the fire. She was no longer 12, but 16, sitting with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. "You don't want anyone else to leave you, so that's why you push everyone else away, isn't it?" Winter didn't answer, but clutched the blanket tighter. "That's why you let yourself come off as arrogant, you want to seem untouchable, but really, all you want is a hug."
"You don't know anything about me." She protested weakly, "but I do." Yuuki replied, pouring them both tea. She didn't reach for it, knowing better than to accept gifts from spirits. "I know that when you were 7, you tried to run away from home because your Grandpa told you, you had to stop bringing home stray dogs." Winter was silent, Yuuki continued. "I know that you don't remember your Mom, but you sometimes you think you have a memory of her smile. I know that when you were 10, you moved to the Chrysanthemum from the country side, and I know that when you were 8, you tried to kiss a boy, then cried because he didn't feel the same way." How did he know all of that? "I also know you're wondering how I know all of this," he grinned, taking a sip of his tea, Winter still hadn't reached for her's. "It's because we're one, why do you think you're losing sensation in your body? Because you're rejecting a part of yourself."
"And how do I stop it?" She asked, shuddering. "Accept it, accept me." Yuuki held out a hand, Winter was afraid to take it, she hesitated. "Trust me, Winter. You have nothing left to lose," he glanced at her hands, panic flushing through her. Still, she hesitated. "What is this mission you aren't telling us about?" Winter asked, not trusting him. "That comes next," his hand was still hovering over the table. "Just let go Winter, you don't need to be in control all the time." She reached over the cups of tea, taking his hand. She felt something within her, as though a gate had opened, snow and ice flooding through her. She was cold and hot at the same time, wondering what this was.
"Stand up Winter," she did, slowly. It was a dream, but she knew, she knew they were back. "Now, for the fun part."
Winter groaned, feeling strange. It was midday? Why had they let her sleep so late? She tried to sit up, only to realize that she was connected to far too many machines. What was going on? "You're awake!" Dr. Hellen exclaimed in surprise, stroking her forehead. Winter tugged at the oxygen beneath her nose. "Yes?" She asked blearly, wondering what had happened. "Doc found you passed out by the piano, you've been asleep for a few days." A few days? She was going to kill Yuuki. "I'm hungry," Hellen laughed. "I'm going to call Doc to come and take a look, alright? Just sit tight." When Hellen returned, she brought pudding and water. Winter took both eagerly, glad that she was getting something good. Janet was there as well.
Despite her neutral expression, Winter could tell Janet had been worried. She had learned to read her assigned guardian after a while. "Well, I'll be." He watched as Winter raised both legs slowly, wiggling her toes, something she had been unable to do before. She grinned, he wanted to run more tests of course, but Winter had a few new tricks up her sleeve. They were going to find out sooner or later and she'd rather show them now. She grasped her cane, her legs a bit unsteady after going unused for a bit. They walked slowly from Winter's room, to the testing room. "Alright, show us." Doc stepped back behind the glass.
Winter nodded, taking a deep breath. This had better work, she thought. "Spirit dress!" Her clothing began to change, a whirlwind of icicles surrounding her, she could see Yuuki out of the corner of her eyes, watching her tensely to see if she could do it. When the snow recinded, Winter's night gown had changed. She was wearing a gown, delicate and lacey, with a longbow in her hands, one made of ice. "Incredible!" Doc applauded on the other side of the glass. Janet was watching her, wide eyed, Dr. Hellen clapping wildly, as though they were proud of Winter somehow.
"It looks like you finally learned how to control it!"