Hi, and welcome to my very first LoveLive! fanfic. This is the first story I've put out in a while, but this time I'm aiming to finish it. And that's because this is a long story. As in, I'm doing it like how a manga in published in a monthly magazine. One chapter is to be put up once a month, and five chapters equals a volume. I've been wanting to tell this story for a long while, so I hope you enjoy it! It's actually kind of funny how this story formed. My brain sometimes flashes pictures at me, and one day it did that with the concept being put subconsciously in my head: A picture of Honoka with a guy being a Kitsune, along with a detail about her that is to be hidden until the story reveals it. And somehow it just grew into a world with culture and mythology, and I'm just amazed at how it's grown, and how it keeps growing.

I've done intense character drafting for this story, like character birthdays and the like. And also this story features a lot of OCs in order for the story to be told, so if you're not into that then I suggest not reading this story. At the end of each chapter, if a OC appears I'll have some trivia stuff about them there for you entertainment. The genres for this story are adventure, fantasy, drama, and romance.

Originally I was going to upload this in July, for my birthday, but laziness occurred. So the next significant date was Honoka's birthday.

The story will have a lot of Greek mythology references, since u's are basically the nine Muses. And there might be some Latin in it as well. Since I'm not fluent in Latin if anyone can help me with that please tell me! And if there are any grammar errors then tell me and I'll edit the chapter. Also, the names for the chapters and OCs are from musical terms, so if you're a musician there's some fun for you because of that.

Once again, I hope you enjoy this story! You're in for a long ride! XD

You're No Longer Alone

Song I: A Prima Vista

A hundred years ago, there lived a man who was called Apollo. He was a famous composer, and his songs were performed across the land. There was a group of nine girls who traveled with him, calling themselves the "Muses," and they helped spread word of his talent.

One day, however, that all changed. The city of Olympus' orchestra council rejected one of his songs as one he couldn't perform at a concert he was giving. Feeling rejected and furious, Apollo swore revenge on Olympus and the world for refusing to listen to the song he composed. He fell prey to the growing darkness in his heart, and gave himself a new identity. Summoning demons to his cause, he set out to destroy the world.

The Muses who had traveled with him were heartbroken at this change, and decided to fight for the world's survival against their old friend. To show their refusal to let their world fall, they deemed themselves the "Nine Guardians." Using magic with their enchanted special artifacts, they made a stand in Olympus' concert coliseum, and sealed him away in the dimension from where his army came.

During these events, the leader of the Nine Guardians awakened to her true power. She was transformed into the Goddess of Creation, and sacrificed herself so that the seal would never be broken.

After the fight, the remaining Guardians sealed away their artifacts, which they now called the Muses' Artifacts, so that no could use their Artifacts' powers.

One of the Guardians had a vision of the future, foreseeing that history would repeat itself with the Nine Guardians reincarnated, and their old friend's seal undone.

And so time passed…

The blue sky was cloudless, sunlight beaming down onto the meadow. Various flowers of color were dotted around the area—a physical rainbow that could be picked up at one's leisure. It was quiet, except for the occasional bird calls that were sung out of the deciduous forest that was sprawled around the meadow. The peace was interrupted by the sound of a yip, and the flash of something bursting out of a bush. The birds flew up and out of area, startled by the sound.

A fox yipped about, running and jumping around the meadow. It rolled in the flowers, springing them up from the ground from wince they once were lingering. The fox's blue eyes are sparkling with happiness and amusement.

"Kanon!"

The sound of his name called caused the fox to pause in his movements and look up at his caller, tail wagging like a dog's. A sixteen-years-old girl came running up to him, she had short ginger hair that was tied into a side-ponytail with a light orange bow and bright blue eyes. She was wearing an orange dress that had a dark orange corset in the front and flowed down to her ankles, and plain socks and shoes.

"What're you doing?" the girl asked, leaning down to look at him.

Kanon pounced on her, causing the girl to cry out in surprise as she fell onto the ground. Laughing, she petted him and ran away from him. Kanon chased her as his owner's laughter filled the air.

"Oof!"

The girl slammed into something and fell onto her butt. Groaning, she glanced up to see a fifteen-years-old girl staring at her in annoyance. She had short auburn hair and blue eyes, and was wearing a dress that was exactly the same except it was white and gray. The girl also had a basket and bucket on both her arms.

"Honoka, this isn't the time to be playing around!" she scolded, hands on her hips.

"Aw, but Yukiho, I wanna pick flowers for Mom and Dad!" Honoka whined, getting up and dusting off some grass that got stuck on her dress.

"You can do that after you collect water from the well," said Yukiho, shoving the bucket into Honoka's hands.

"…Why am I the one who always has to get the water?" Honoka muttered, puffing up her cheeks in annoyance.

"Because Kanon's always with you," answered Yukiho, turning around and walking away. "Oh, and Mom said she's going to make some cookies when we get back."

At this, Honoka gasped and stars light up in her eyes, drooling at the thought of their mother's cookies. Then she noticed her younger sister was walking down the path that leads in opposite direction.

"Where are you going?" she asked, tilting her head.

"I'm getting the wheat for the cookies," Yukiho said, waving her hand at Honoka.

Honoka sighed loudly, and noticed Kanon staring at her in puzzlement. She gave him a smile, and determinedly walked towards where the family's well was with the fox following on her side.

The well was a little ways off a path. It was constructed of rocks for foundation and of wood for the lever for buckets.

Honoka quickly did her task and proceeded to head home humming a tune. She stopped in her tracks when she saw someone standing on the edge of the path.

It was an old man, whose clothes were in tatters. He looked very feverish, as his face was all red. In his hands was a small cup that he waving around.

"Would anyone be so kind as to help this poor man get some water?" he moaned, his voice making a croaking sound from being so parched.

Honoka blinked at what was before her. She then walked up to the old man.

"I have some water," she told him. "I can fill it up for you, if you'd like me to."

"Oh, thank you so much, young lady," the old man said, handing her the cup.

"You're welcome," said Honoka, closing her eyes and smiling before turning around to put the bucket down and fill the cup. "I don't see many people out here, this is a surprise—"

Kanon growled and barked, interrupting Honoka.

"Kanon!" Honoka scolded, glaring at him. "There's no reason to—"

She turned around and narrowly escaped getting swiped at by something. She gasped as the old man before her transformed into a black humanoid creature with long, sharp claws on its hands and feet, red eyes, red horns, and red wings. Honoka took a step back and tripped over her bucket, dropping the cup while falling onto the ground as it got wet from the water.

The creature took a step forward with its arms raised; Kanon went in front of Honoka and jumped at the creature. The creature swiped at the air, and Kanon was blown away to the side.

"Kanon!" Honoka cried out, looking Kanon with worry as he skidded on the grass, lying on his side.

Honoka looked at the creature and turned around, getting up at her feet and began to run away. She felt the claws slash her back, making her cry out at the pain. She felt herself be turned and held by her neck; she struggled to escape its grasp.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Kanon running towards the creature. In response to Kanon's coming approach, the creature slashed the air, making Kanon hit a tree and slump to the ground.

"Ka—"

Honoka tried calling out Kanon's name, but choked instead. She stared at the creature, which was now holding her up high. With its other hand, it made to slash her neck. Honoka closed her eyes at her coming demise.

"Not on my watch, demon!"

Honoka opened her eyes to see someone kick the demon in its side from the air. She landed on the ground in awe of the person who had saved her.

A guy who looked to be eighteen-years-old was standing in front of her. He was wearing a red shirt that was sectioned off his body like paper that had a V-shape on the front and an X-cross on the end of the V made of string held by golden buttons. He had red pants that had the ends of sides of the pants cut into a triangle-shape. He was wearing simple red shoes. His hair was straight, black, and was about shoulder-length. Although she couldn't see it, he also had red eyes; they were glaring at the demon. On the top of his head were animal ears, and he had a black fox tail that ended with white fur that was swaying side-to-side.

Putting a hand up in the air, he summoned a large, red scythe and slashed the air, producing a burst of fire that flew at the demon. The demon dodged the attack, and jumped into the air aiming for the guy's head. The guy blocked the demon with is scythe, and pushed it off into the air. He jumped and slashed it, parrying off the demon's claws.

The two landed on the ground and circled each other. The demon swiped at the guy and he somersaulted out of the way. As he turned to look at the demon, he was slashed on the cheek by the demon's feet and was blown a few feet, letting go of his scythe and having it land a few feet from him.

He gritted his teeth as the demon approached him, only to stare in shock as Kanon grabbed it in his jaws and threw it into the air.

Landing on the ground, the demon turned to decapitate Kanon, but the guy dashed in front of the fox and took a slash to the chest.

Putting a hand on his chest, the guy gritted his teeth and pushed the demon away with fire with his other hand.

"Duratus!" he shouted, holding out the same hand.

The demon froze in place at the shout. Confused, it desperately tried to move but was unable to.

Sighing in relief, the guy fell to his knees and the scythe disappeared. Kanon sniffed his head, to which the guy stared at the fox uncomfortably.

The sound of running feet made him look up and he yelped when Honoka pounced on him, hugging him tightly. Kanon growled at Honoka's actions.

"Thank you so much for saving me!" she cried out, tears falling from her cheeks.

"I couldn't let the demon take your soul," the guy said, sitting up with Honoka holding onto his shirt.

"Why would it do that?" Honoka asked, looking at the guy curiously.

"Demons do that to strengthen their own power and how long they live," he said.

Honoka helped the guy stand up.

"I'm Honoka Kosaka," she said, smiling at him.

"…Basso Continuo," the guy said, blushing a bit.

"What you did earlier—was that magic?" Honoka asked, putting her hands together.

"Yes, materialization magic and fire magic," Basso answered. "Although I primarily use dark magic."

"Dark magic?" Honoka said, tilting her head. "Don't Dark Kitsunes normally use it?"

"Uh, yes…" Basso said, looking away from her. "But people can use it as well…"

Honoka stared at him and gasped.

"You're bleeding!" she said, touching his cheek.

"I—It's just a scratch!" Basso said quickly, blushing and pushing her hand away.

Honoka opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by some loud moaning. She looked and saw the demon was bleeding and seemed to be in pain. Basso followed her gaze and frowned slightly.

"Demons aren't meant to exist in our dimension," he explained. "Being exposed to magic has damaged its soul."

"I thought only light magic worked on demons," Honoka said.

"That's true, but technically any kind of magic is enough to damage a demon," explained Basso, approaching the demon.

The demon stared at Basso pleadingly.

"…I understand," Basso murmured, nodding and summoning his scythe.

Realizing what Basso was about to do, Honoka looked away, closing her eyes and plugging her ears. The sound of something sharp slicing flesh filled the air. Honoka opened her eyes while unplugging her ears and looked to see the demon dissipating into light.

"May you rest in peace now," murmured Basso, dispatching his scythe.

Honoka's eyes widened as she realized she could see a fox tail sticking out of Basso.

"Oooooo!" she squealed, petting the tail with hearts in her eyes.

"Stop that!" Basso cried out, looking at Honoka blushing.

"…Are you a Dark Kitsune?" Honoka asked, looking at him. "I've been taught Dark Kitsunes have dark colors and red eyes."

"…I am, yes," Basso said quietly, looking away from her.

"Your tail is so fluffy!" said Honoka, closing her eyes and smiling.

Basso stared at his chest, sighing and blushing. A sting of pain from his chest made him gasp and fall to his knees.

"Basso?!" Honoka cried out, worriedly putting a hand on his shoulder.

Her eyes widened as she saw the slash that had been down by the demon on his chest.

"You're injured!" she said, grabbing his shoulders.

"It's just a scratch," muttered Basso, hand on his chest and eyes closed.

"It's not!" Honoka shouted, eyes narrowed, startling Basso. "You need medical attention!"

Basso staggered to his feet and turned around.

"I'll be fine!" he said, waving her away with his other hand.

He wobbled a few feet away before tilting towards the ground.

"Oh shit," he muttered, eyes narrowed in exasperation.

The last thing Basso heard was Honoka's panicked voice.

"Basso!"

Basso Continuo

Gender: Male

Race: Dark Kitsune

Age: 18

Date of Birth: September 27th

Astrological Sign: Libra

Blood Type: AB

Eyes: Red

Hair: Black

Height: 5'5"

Name Meaning: His name is a musical term that means continuous bass.

Triva

The name for the chapter means sight-read (lit. "at first sight".)