“these are words, they’re telling the story that goes with the pictures.” *I gently move my finger over one of the pages, it comes up very dusty.* “Here, wait just a second.” *I get up, still holding the open book. I shake the book a bit and a good bit of dust falls from the pages. The book is somehow still intact when I sit down again, turning back to the first page. The picture shows a small stream with a boy sitting next to it. I smile and remember always reading this before bed as a child, even after I had become demon I had somehow still been able to keep the book intact. This is the first time I had opened it since the day I was turned, and that was so many years ago. Now looking at the page again I notice that the edges were a bit bloodstained, probably from when Muzan killed my parents and they bled onto the floor. The book had fallen and after I had noticed it was a bit too late to save it from getting bloody.*
Zaine silently looked at the book, then at the words... He didn't understand them but he was able to understand the pictures somewhat. He stared at it for a while then asked, "What do the words mean...?" He didn't dare ask about the blood, as he was worried it might make you annoyed and aggressive. He sat back a bit, wincing. "How old is the book, Nikushimi...? A few days old?" He asked quietly, not having much of a sense of time. He lived in the labs all his life, the difference between a minute and a year was little to nothing to him, and he didn't quite understand outside life yet, let alone Nikushimi.
*I snap back from my memory, turning back to the book.* "oh, uh, the symbols are letters, which make up words. the words tell the story. at the moment this little boy i sitting my a stream. And this book is many years old, older than i am."
"How old are you then...?" Zaine asked quietly, looking up at Nikushimi. He had a smile on his face as he looked back down at the book, eyeing the young boy at the stream. "Does he have a name...?" He pointed to the boy, his finger pushing out of his sleeve and onto the page.
"You have a voice in your head...?!" Zaine seemed concerned now and he attempted to move towards you, then whimpered out in pain and sat back again, grumbling lowly. He re-hid his hands under his sleeves as he looked at Nikushimi, smiling.