#✦ ﹔range exchange .ᐟ

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[yoonkinii]

𝐒𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 ꩜ .ᐟ

Upcoming Choso Fic

No one talks about how the smell of burning flesh smells like meat. It’s a sickening thought as Chosos face is held down into the dirt, watery eyes peeled open as he watches his home become consumed by flames. He forces himself to watch because it’s his fault this happened. He should’ve left as soon as the mark appeared on his face, stretching across both sides of his face across the bridge of his nose. He should’ve left when he was told but he didn’t. Why? Because he was selfish and had held onto the hope that he could stay with his mother and brother.

Now their screams and wails of pain are etched into the crevices of his very skin, tainting him. His fault. All his fault.

The grip on his head shifts, fingers pulling at his locks until he was forced to lift his head up, meeting the eyes of the sole person who destroyed his very life.

The kings general, Lu. Known for being just as brutal as the king, with people’s blood constantly drenching his skin. He was a gruff looking man, silver eyes that were inhuman looked down at Choso. The general's hair was slicked back, gray strands contrasting, revealing his age. Regardless of his age, he was still the most deadly in the realm.

Choso meets the general's eyes, unable to stop his quivering lips and the sobs that shakes his shoulders. The general tuts his lips, suddenly releasing Choso. Choso falls limply into the dirt, curling in on himself as he cries and cries. He cries until it hurts, until the general says something to another and walks away, until he dry heaves out cries, until the flames die down and all that remains is the ash in the air.

“C'mon kid.” A new voice speaks up after his cries turn into hiccups. A females voice. Chosos eyes opened, squinting against the harsh light of the new rising sun.

There before him, stood a woman whose withered face told thousands of stories alone. Her brown eyes, sharp and watchful, beneath furrowed brows, looked down at Choso. Her tan skin, marred by crisscross scars on her face and knuckles, was covered by well worn leather. Her dark unkempt hair was bound at the nape of her neck, a few coils of hair escaping.

“You’ve cried enough. It won’t bring them back. All you can do now is move forward.” Her voice, gravelly from years of shouting orders and exchanging blows, spoke in measure tones. Even though she looked to be the same age as his mother, her demeanor was as gruff as the rough seas.

“Follow.” She did not wait to see if Choso followed as she turned and walked down the dirt path that led into the dense forest.

She didn’t need to look because she knew that Choso would follow. The sound of Choso shuffling to his feet only confirmed her thoughts. He followed without compliant, dirty clothes hanging loosely on his frame. His feet bare from the abrupt awakening..

Only a few minutes before Choso’s voice rang out against the song of early morning birds.

“Who are you? Where are we going?” His voice was soft, barely audible but for her, she heard him.

“My friends call me Shara but you may call me ma’am and we’re going to a place that’ll turn you into what you are meant to be.”

Choso debated about speaking again. He didn’t know Shara but she seemed nice so far.

“What am I?”

“A weapon.”

Note(s): I will be working on this fic and the Sukuna one at the same time. I apologize in advance if you are looking forward for a certain fic and I don’t upload it. I am going to be trying my best to put out chapters/parts that are suitable for you.

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