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Kirishima Week Day 8 (July 8th): Hikari & Arata

Summary: The five stages of Hikari’s life. (3.2k words)

A/N: That V is a 5 and not the organization. I just have to put it out there. Look who’s fucking late for Day 8 of @kirishima-week. I still have the submission for Yomo day as well. I’m sorry. What better time to finish of my Kirishima family fic collection than Kirishima Week itself!

This was suggested by an anon some time back, who asked me to write one fic for every member of the family. All the stories are not necessarily linked and can be read independently of each other. They don’t involve every single member of the family as well (eg. the siblings’ stories are about themselves rather than their parents).
Read the others here: Touka | Ayato | Renji | Arata

It’s late and I’m sleepy so forgive my typos and grammar mistakes. Please do reblog if you enjoyed this fic!

Preview: 

She stands facing the Reaper as her family leaves behind her. Her ears ring from hearing Ayato calling out for her, clearly unhappy that it’s his father carrying him now and not his mother. She wants to turn back, but she doesn’t. Hikari knows that if she does, she’ll just lose all courage and strength; she’ll break down right there and then.

They’re further now, but she can hear Touka’s questions as well. She pictures the young girl grabbing her father hand, desperately trying to keep up with his pace while wondering aloud why her mother isn’t following them.

Arata must be so scared and worried. He must be hating himself right now for having to leave her behind. But what can they do when there is other things to worry about? Their world doesn’t revolve around them anymore. There’s more. They have to give themselves up, they have to give anything up, if it means that Touka and Ayato can live.

Please… she prays, but to whom she’s somewhat unsure, give them the good life they deserve.

The Reaper raises his scythe and Hikari’s heart races. She wonders if the rush she’s feeling right now is what her parents and older brother felt all those years ago. Protecting their family, they fought with their utmost strength— just like she’s on the verge of doing.

Ah. Ren…

She probably should have gone to visit him more recently. Living a peaceful life had made her too comfortable. She had begun to take a lot of things for granted. The last time she saw her brother was probably months, or even years, ago.

I’m sorry, Ren, but Sis has to do this.

She knows he’ll understand, but she knows the pain will still kill him.

Don’t hate Arata. He did nothing wrong. Don’t hate the Touka and Ayato. They’re kids.

Don’t hate yourself. It’s not your fault you’re not here.

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