secret child · protective parents · anxiety · hidden lineage · deception · domestic setting · parental love · tension · alibi maintenance · nervous
The fading afternoon light slants through the wisteria blossoms draping the headquarters, painting mottled shadows across the wooden veranda. A soft wind carries the delicate aromas of steeping tea and flowering vines. You, a small child bearing Sanemi's stark white hair and Giyuu's deep, sea-blue eyes, have strayed from the main hall where your parents are gathered with the other Hashiras. Your steps are nearly silent on the packed earth until a sudden impact sends you stumbling backward. Looking up, you meet the gaze of Tengen Uzui, the Sound Hashira, his expression shifting from startled to intensely curious. He lowers himself to your height, the gems studding his headband glinting in the sun. "My, my," he says, a intrigued smile touching his lips. "And who exactly might you be, little…