A Dream of Foxes [Plot]

[Koyanagi Amaterasu]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] Hold your hands into the sky Pray for mercy, instead of time Low budget movies, change our low budget lives There's something to corsets and horror that joins our lonesome minds And these bloody faces with their bloody knives Say if we ever make it We'll be so bloody tired of these times Hold your hands into the sky You are the massacre, the masochist, the tease And you're captivating , standing in front of me It was a cold day, colder than most. The world looked gray, drab, lifeless. Dark clouds, the harbinger of another of Ame's constant storms, gathered overhead. She sat in the shadow of a broken building on the outskirts of the village, where the invasive shinobi had not yet reached, and leaned against the barely-intact stone wall. She sat whispering the words of a prayer that had been written on the wall of her underground home by its previous inhabitant. "May clarity grow within me, open my eyes to life's many wonders. May I feel the pulse of all creation within me, open my spirit to awareness, fill my heart with deeper understanding." It suited her purposes well enough to be adapted and changed for her own use, though there was no god she spoke the words to. What benevolent god would allow such suffering, would forsake the innocent and allow the rotted hearts of evildoers to spread to the world at large? No, there was no god, only people, and they had corrupted themselves far beyond repair. "May I transcend those who have come before me, release the limitations of the mind, open my eyes to a new world of change, so that my spirit shall be cleansed and the taint gone from my soul. Renew the spirit with conviction and release the corruption so that I may transcend." Over and over again she repeated the words, until her mind was numb and the words meant nothing, and still yet she spoke softly to herself, as if in a trance she could not break free from. Only when the first cold drops of rain began to fall did she stop speaking, and she gazed up at the sky as it wept. Only when she began to shiver did she move out of the rain and into the building, which contained the entrance to the underground shelter she had made home. One piece of the roof was still intact, thankfully enough, and she had managed to clear out the rubble in a serviceable but not overly obvious manner. And so there she sat, watching the rain fall through what had once been a window, and she waited. For what, she could not say. WORDS: three hundred seventy-five TAGS: inari NOTES: 375 LYRICS: the tease by evans blue CREDIT: akemi of btn

[Zaraki ☣Inari]

→ He stood in the remnants of a village once as powerful and rich as his homeland. It rained dreadfully and endlessly, still continuing on its legacy that belonged to its predecessor - Kumogakure. The history books state that Amegakure was actually a colony of Kumogakure attempting to branch out for better territorial watch-hold over the other villages, but in the end, due to their distance, their consistent rise in political and financial power, they broke off with a simple decision. That day made history.

Today, he wished to make history, but not on the same level as the rise of a political village and certainly not the fall. It has been days since his attempt, and he found nigh a single clue in the rainy midst of Amegakure. He had traveled throughout Amegakure ruins, gathering information the best he could, but not a single one would ever give him sufficient information; and so, it lead him to giving up his pursuit. He was already at the outskirts, one of the places he had already checked when coming in to what some might call the rainy haven, and found nothing but broken buildings that were literally scattered throughout the rainy tragedy. However, they provided solid refuge for any from the rain, as long as sections of the building were still standing, and there was underground layout which shielded them from mothers nature rage.

As a rain dripped upon his skin, he seeked refuge as many before him, and entered a broken building in which provided solid shelter, and reading material. This was simply due to there being numerous amounts of writings on the wall, something he took quick note of. As he got closer, his footsteps muffled by the rain, he could hear the tiny voices of someone speaking. Perhaps he was not the only one who decided to seek refuge in a place like this, perhaps it was one of the inhabitants that love to leave words of hope, of enlightenment, ones of the future within oneself and the outside. All he could see was the clothing and hair color the individual, his eyes being blocked mostly by the darkness.

He ventured closer, the words recognized immediately as a prayer etched onto the walls. To think someone was reciting it, and out loud for that matter, gave him the hint that this individual had to be a kindred spirit or one mocking those before. He stood in the darkness, only capturing a glimpse of the person who kept repeating the words of the prayers, and for some reason, his soul almost felt empty. She ventured into the building soon after, as if she couldn't say the prayers no more, and on natural instincts, Inari followed.

He followed her into the house. Under the roof. His crimson eyes standing out from the darkness. "Renew the spirit with conviction and release the corruption so that I may transcend." he continued, going off of what the prayer had not etched onto its surfaces, "So that i may transcend this body, this mind, this soul into rebirth." His eyes stared at her with empathy, for whatever reason, he resonated with those words, and he felt it with all his soul.

"Hello."

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[Koyanagi Amaterasu]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] Hold your hands into the sky Pray for mercy, instead of time Low budget movies, change our low budget lives There's something to corsets and horror that joins our lonesome minds And these bloody faces with their bloody knives Say if we ever make it We'll be so bloody tired of these times Hold your hands into the sky You are the massacre, the masochist, the tease And you're captivating , standing in front of me The rain was noisy, a cacophony of droplets against metal roofs playing out the tune of misery. It drowned out everything else, especially the quiet hum of her thoughts, so loud that it silenced the whispered words she had once again begun to repeat. "...open my eyes to a new world..." The words meant nothing to her at that moment, merely a safety blanket to keep her from drowning in the white noise of an empty existence. "...release the corruption so that I may transcend..." She felt hollow, as if the rain was spiriting away a part of her she had not known she would miss. Perhaps her prayers to no one had been fulfilled and she was transcending, although even the thought of that rang hollow within her. She did not see or hear the stranger that had discovered the place with writing on its walls, too caught up in her own words to focus clearly on anything else. Eyes shut tight, huddled in the corner - she must have looked pitiful indeed. There was some wetness running down her cheeks, and for a long moment she thought the rain had found its way inside, but no. The wetness was her tears, tears she had not known could fall anymore. Nor could she comprehend why the tears were falling. Yet she wept - for her ruined home, for human beings, for life, for herself. And, just as the rain, her tears felt eternal. Tera did not sense his approach until he spoke, and she nearly jumped out of her skin, torn from her thoughts by his unfamiliar voice repeating the very words she had just spoken. Viewing him with wary eyes, she waited until he had spoken the final words of the prayer. This man with snow white hair could be dangerous - he could be a victim of the corruption that plagued the human soul - he could prove to be any number of things, and yet she was unafraid. "Real terror is not the sight of death, it is the fear of death. What is the fear of death? Fear of the unknown. Is it these eyes you peer into? No, I am not the unknown. You and I are closer kin than you and they are." She did not look at him when she spoke but for a quick, fleeting glance, yet she was sure of it. What she was not sure of was whether she had been speaking more to the man with the snow white hair and blood red eyes, or to herself. WORDS: four hundred twenty-five TAGS: inari NOTES: 800 LYRICS: the tease by evans blue CREDIT: akemi of btn

[Zaraki ☣Inari]

→ He analyzed her movements as she turned and jumped by his mere presence. He twitched nigh none at such a reaction, for he came to his own, a depressing one at that, this individual, this possible kindred spirit who shock in surprise was his goal, his reasoning for being in this land of history and lost culture - her homeland. Her words, it was unlike any he'd imagine from someone of said rumors. Her reaction, anything other than that of a Shinobi. Her eyes, anything other than that of a slaughter of villages. Even in the dark midst that was this building, his crimson orbs saw it all, and as if reading into her soul, he wanted to know more.

He continued to stand, her words being heard by his delicate ears, and to that, he recognized every word. He had not known where, nor when, or how, but he'd heard those words from the mouth of another. Perhaps this was a moment of clairvoyance commonly called "Déjà vu"; However, whether he'd come across it from a book or from another's lips, whatever the case, only one word came to mind: "Pisha"

"Koyanagi Amaterasu," his words came as gentle as a worm crawling upon a life, "That we are. More than you know." His eyes narrowed to her, exhuming familiarity and sympathy, as if just a look and he could tell, no, he can read her heart, her soul, her mind, as if two pieces lost and reconnected. "You do not need to fear death with such intense eyes, such pure soul, such gifted mind. Not in my presence, and not anymore." It was as if her very presence brought about his softer, more intelligent side to surface from its black depths. "The fear of death no more is something i can abolish by enlightening you to all that which is unknown, all i ask is for that pure body, that pure mind, and that pure soul enters rebirth in my arms, and time." His words spiked in volume as it started to its end, and his hand was already brought as if it was his forthright words, and it uttered simply two words: Join me.

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[Koyanagi Amaterasu]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] Hold your hands into the sky Pray for mercy, instead of time Low budget movies, change our low budget lives There's something to corsets and horror that joins our lonesome minds And these bloody faces with their bloody knives Say if we ever make it We'll be so bloody tired of these times Hold your hands into the sky You are the massacre, the masochist, the tease And you're captivating , standing in front of me He watched her, and it was as if he stared into the depths of her pitch-black soul. It was a gaze that chilled her to her very core, and it did indeed strike fear into her - fear of what he knew and how he would use his knowledge. She did not fear that he would raise a hand against her, no - he was like her in that regard, she thought. She very well could be wrong, but somehow she didn't think she was. "How do you know those words, white one? Do you know of she who spoke them?" she inquired in a quiet murmur that would be difficult to hear over the din of the rain. She flinched when he spoke her name. So he did indeed have knowledge of her... Had he come here to seek her out for some purpose? Or was it a mere coincidence that he had turned up here? Being that Tera did not believe in coincidences, her mind was only able to draw one conclusion. Yet his words were gentle, and he gave no indication that he wished to cause her harm. There was no need to be alarmed, but all the same she felt rather like a cornered animal, scared out of her wits and searching for a path to take to flee from his presence. There were none. He must have been some lost piece of her given life, for the way he looked at her, and the way he spoke to her were both eerily familiar in a way that warmed her to her core. She hesitated for a single moment and then rose to her feet, stepping towards him - drawn to him like a moth to a flame, in danger of being consumed but so enraptured that she did not care. "I am broken. You can mend me." she spoke simply, reaching forward to touch his face. WORDS: three hundred twenty TAGS: inari NOTES: 1120 LYRICS: the tease by evans blue CREDIT: akemi of btn

[Zaraki ☣Inari]

→ Her rise, her eyes, and her ties were all seen by this man who's on the verge of becoming her savor - Zaraki Inari. He didn't question his intents, as there was nothing to question, he didn't question his words, as there was nothing to question, and he didn't question his actions of offering her a rebirth, as there was nothing to question...only celebrate. Her words of being broken was received as nothing but the truth, and he couldn't tell why it was, there was already a doubt that she, a village slayer, could be lying under these circumstances, but his heart, mind, and soul said otherwise.

"I am broken. You can mend me." Her hand reached for his face. He let it, touching it with her hand with his own ontop of hers and allowing her to feel the softness that was his skin deeper, but on her hand would be imprinted a promise in which shall never be broken. Hiraishin no Jutsu Mark - the mark of loyalty. It had only been a minute or two, but this was as if fate itself had predetermined this event to occur, and that every action taken by him was destined and unable to be refuted or disrupted.

"Not only can, but will. With this mark," he removed his hand to reveal edthe hiraishin marked upon his hand, "with this mark, you're now in the process of rebirth. Do your accept?"

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[Koyanagi Amaterasu]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] Hold your hands into the sky Pray for mercy, instead of time Low budget movies, change our low budget lives There's something to corsets and horror that joins our lonesome minds And these bloody faces with their bloody knives Say if we ever make it We'll be so bloody tired of these times Hold your hands into the sky You are the massacre, the masochist, the tease And you're captivating , standing in front of me Perhaps it was foolish of her to trust this man implicitly. Perhaps she should have fled before he had had the chance to enrapture her. Perhaps she should have done countless other things. But she chose to approach him, chose to lose herself in the depths of his crimson eyes, chose to trust him. Her choice had been made in a heartbeat, and could never be changed, and oddly enough, she didn't have a problem with that. Tera had not been this close to another person in a long time. It was strange to feel his warmth, yet she was comforted by it. He rested his hand atop hers, and she shivered, as if anticipating that something wonderful was about to happen. And no god had sent the white one her way, that she knew for sure. He had found her of his own will - they had not been guided together by the hand of fate or destiny. Or had they been? The beliefs she had settled so firmly into over the course of her life were being tested by this strange happening. It certainly felt like this was meant to be, like there was no other way this could have gone, but... Perhaps that was just the strength of her feelings telling her this. She didn't know, and would never be entirely sure. What she did know for certain was that this was the beginning of something she never could have anticipated, and it would be wonderful. She gazed at the mark he had left on her hand, and smiled - a true smile, an expression so unfamiliar it was nearly painful. "I do." she murmured without hesitation. Closing the distance that remained between them, Tera put her arms around him, clinging tightly to the being that was her salvation. "Thank you." she whispered, raw tone betraying just how close the woman had come to giving up. Without him, she surely would have spiraled back into the deplorable lie of the human condition, without enough strength to keep her conviction pure. But now, he would be her strength. WORDS: three hundred fifty TAGS: inari NOTES: 1470 LYRICS: the tease by evans blue CREDIT: akemi of btn