Foxed
by kawaii-witch181
Summary: Feudal Japan AU, FujiXOC. Living your life? Simply easy. Meeting a fox yokai? Annoyingly hard. But falling in love with one? Maddeningly harder. Especially, if it always has a sense of a Tensai around.
Inspired by my obsession of Kitsune Yokai and the anime Kamisama Hajimemashita. All in all, ten chapters will make up this fic.
Italic are thoughts.
Warning: slight OOC
Prince of Tennis © Konomi Takeshi
Chapter One: And…Then…We Meet…
"Be careful, alright?"
"Yes, Okaa-sama."
"And be sure to come back before dark. Avoid yokais at all cost."
"I know that, Okaa-sama. No need to remind me."
A chuckle filled the air.
"I just want you to be safe, sweetie."
The mother hugged her daughter.
"Hai…"
"Oh, how she loved her mother's warmth. It's so welcoming and comforting. Even though her father died a few years back, that warmth always made her feel safe. She doesn't have any siblings, so she can only love and care for her mother alone. And, here she is…walking in solitude along the luscious green forest that is a bit far from the village. She and her mother had inherited a land here in the forest, where their herbs are planted.
"The sun is going down already." She mumbled, placing the newly-picked herbs on the winnowing basket she had brought.
This lady is actually average in nature. She loved simplicity: wearing a bright-colored kimono like the other villagers. Living a simple life, her mother chose to plant herbs to help in curing wounds and diseases, and it has been her job to collect these plants almost everyday.
Since the land here can be considered fertile, a giant apple tree stood several meters away. It's really huge, almost a century of age. Those juicy apples will just fall if it's already ripe, and she would take those home and eat until she's satisfied.
These have been part of her daily routine.
As she stood up to leave, the last rays of the setting sun sinking at the horizon, a silhouette caught her attention. It's on a specific distance, advancing slowly at her direction. She tried to see more clearly, and discovered it was a young boy. She rushed to him, setting the winnowing basket down the grass.
"Onee-chan….H-Help m-me…" The boy tried so hard to get the right words out, losing consciousness afterwards. Good thing, she caught him before his fall.
"H-Hey!"
She noticed his shoulder bleeding continuously. A large wound, probably cut by a sword, caused it.
Did bandits attack them?
That thought made her heart pound anxiously.
Another silhouette, obviously much taller than the boy, emerged again in the distance. Without any hesitation, she hid in the bushes, setting the boy down so he can lean on the plants.
As seconds passed, her fear grew. What if it's a bandit? Or worse, a yokai ready to slaughter their village next? What will she do it it's the latter? What will she do to escape and survive? She looked at the boy, deciding that he really needs to be cured immediately, his breathing became ragged already. If she didn't go now, the boy can die. More and more blood oozed from the wound as time passed.
She heard the rustling of the grass, indicating that the silhouette earlier had already reached them. Her pounding heart waited. Several minutes, that seemed like forever, passed. Hearing no movement anymore, her eyesight took a peek above the bushes. Seeing no one, he mind wondered if the sound earlier pulled tricks on her ears.
No one is here! Not even a bandit, or a yo-
"Looking for someone, woman?" A voice spoke behind her.
Anxiety filled her once again.
What if….
Before she can even finish that train of thought, she had already turned around. Talk about instincts.
Before her very eyes stood a dazzling bishounen. Okaaaaay…Maybe her mind is exaggerating…but seriously, he's kinda sparkling. (Yes, it's a He.)
Her eyes absorbed his physical features: long light brown hair that reached his mid-back, wearing a haori, and bright and dangerous golden eyes. She's not really sure; those eyes of his looked like a mixture of golden, brown, and cerulean blue…but in her peripheral vision, its gold for now.
She would have believed that he is an ordinary human, but those noticeable light-brown and fluffy fox ears atop his head, proved her wrong.
I wonder what if feels like…
Her thoughts drifted to touch those ears. Her anxiety and fear are now at the back of her mind, forgotten.
"Cat got your tongue, woman?" He smirked.
That snapped her out of her reverie, but still refused to talk. She knows. This guy is dangerous. A wild kitsune yokai who can slaughter innocent humans without feeling any guilt or pity.
He took a step forward, grabbing her by the collar of her kimono.
"Why aren't you talking?" He then licked the side of her cheek. "…Then…Why don't you cry for me, human?" He ripped the collar of her kimono with ease. Out of instinct, she cried out but not letting herself scream. She will not give in, never. Even though, she was thrown backwards, she ignored the pain. She needed to escape. The child needed to be cured immediately. Her eyes widened in realization. This….This yokai was the one who wounded the child!? Her heart was shaken with both fear and hatred.
Are they really that heartless?
She felt his hands cup the side of her face and forced her to look up at him.
"I said…" He paused, looking straight at her eyes. "Cry for me, ningen."
Then and there, she decided that this kitsune always gets what he wanted, forcefully or not.
"…Never!" She bit his finger near her lips, and slapped his hand away, with as much force as she can muster. Letting her body free, she immediately ran to the wounded boy, picked him up to her chest, and proceeded to escape to her village, not caring if her feet will later hurt on.
I…I must escape.!
Not looking back, she didn't saw him licked his finger, the one she had bitten.
"Feisty woman…I'll make sure we'll meet again."
His smirk remained in the light, before the darkness of the night finally hugged the Earth, eloping him until a trace of his being can't be seen anymore.
~oOo~
With anxiety and fear pumping on her nerves, she dared not to look back. Her very first encounter with a yokai, a dazzling kitsune at that; she didn't expect it to be like this. Uh, forget about that. How can she even explain the torn clothes of hers, not to mention, her winnowing basket was left, too. Her mother will surely interrogate her. She needed an excuse, a very good one.
Damn that fox!
~End of Chapter
A/N: Hi, readers! I have another story! XD Yeah..I know I know…I haven't finished SSL and Majo no Bouken…but don't worry, this fanfic is already finished, well the draft. Actually, this is an Original Story…but an idea came to my mind, what if I turn Fuji into a fox in an AU fic? So yeah..I edited the Original Plot..and put some additional ideas here and there to match the Pot Universe. I hope you enjoy the first chapter. Don't worry; the names will be introduced next chapter. Now, tell me what you think. Review, ne?