A/N: I love the game Okami. For those who haven't played it, you definitely should! The artwork is amazing! I really love all the characters, but my favorite of all of them is Waka! He is both hilarious and mysterious. I completely love him, he's just that awesome! With his dialogue and everything, I think if there was ever to be an Okami anime, Vic Mignonia would be perfect to take the role of Waka. Oh, and the following has heavy spoilers, so if you played or beat it yet, I suggest you may want to turn around and look at another story. Or you can continue reading. Its your choice really.
Blood. There was so much crimson blood spilt that day. It seemed like no other color had existed but red. Hundreds of thousands dead, bodies piling high, and the body count was still rising as the slaughter continued. Men, women, children; no one of the moon tribe was spared from the viciousness. Those who remained alive for the moment hid, waiting, knowing they would eventually meet their end. One, however, was not the type to hide and wait to die. Waka refuse to die this way, hiding and waiting for death.
Waka watched from his hiding spot in the shadows as bodies continued to fall to the ground, blood soaking golden locks. Tears stung his eyes as he saw a small child, the little girl's throat being slashed at mercilessly. She collapsed in a bloody heap. The disgusting demons ran off as they saw another target, not noticing Waka's presence. Besides the dead and barely living, the area was empty. Waka held his breath as he thought of someway to escape form the madness. He knew the task would be nearly impossible, but there was a single option that might be able to provide his safety, a future. The Ark of Yamato. It was forbidden to go aboard the great vessel; it was said a great evil being lived inside, trapped centuries ago. But of course, that was simply a myth.
Even though his body was shaking, his face remained calm. He bit his lower lip, drawing a drop of blood before leaping out from the shadows into the corspe filled streets. He ran, and ran, making sure not to step on the mangled bodies of the moon tribe. His mask of calm was cracked as he spotted through the dead his younger brother, his head nearly severed. Waka wanted nothing more than to scream, to cry, hold his dead brother in his arms, but he knew that would only cause him to meet the same fate. He continued to run through the streets, before any of the vicious demons came and spotted him, leaving his little brother to rot alone.
Waka gave a small cry of joy as the Ark came into his view. The large vessel, he knew, would be his only salvation. Suddenly, three demons emerged from the ground, where the had been hiding, laying in wait. The green beasts flashed bloodstained claws and yellow fangs, forbidding the youth from passing. They crouched down low, ready to pounce at any moment. Waka's hand lowered down to his side, slender fingers slowly gripping the hilt of his sword, Pillowtalk. The second he took hold, the green monsters lunged at him, murderous intent shining in their eyes. With a swift movement, the green demons suddenly fell, blood spurting from their wounds. Waka looked at his now unsheathed sword, now stained with their dark maroon blood. He wiped it clean on his kimono, before stepping over the demon corpses. He was glad that his father had taught him how to properly fight; since the moon tribe was rather peaceful and undisturbed, there was not to much need for the art of swordsmanship. He was one of the few who could actually use one.
The closer he got to the ark, the greater the body count seemed. Many of the tribe had the same idea as he did, but they were too weak to succeed. Waka tried to ignore them when he saw movement. A young, blond woman, her kimono drenched in both her own and strangers' blood, desperately tried to move the body that was laying on her lower body. She was beautiful, a green bow on the top of her head that mad her seem like she had bunny ears. She was badly injured. The woman spotted Waka running past. She was surprised anyone was still alive besides her.
"P-please! H-help me!" she cried out in a horse voice, tears glistening as she started to lose consciouness. Waka paused momentarily to look at her. He wanted to save her, but by the looks of her, she'd be dead quite soon. Waka turned his head and hurried onward, leaving the poor girl to die. The blond woman passed out.
Soon, Waka stood before the doors of the great Ark of Yamato. He looked over his shoulder to see the flames burn brightly as they destroyed his home, screams of pain and terror echoing through the skies. Tears flowed down his grimy cheeks as everything he loved was burned. He tried to stop himself from crying harder as he jump aboard the ark. He saw swarms of demons approach, ready to stop and kill him, but he quickly shut the metal door before they reached it. A horrid sound of nails on hard metal caused him to cringe. Waka wasted no time and started up the ark, which slowly rose into the sky, leaving the tragedy below. Waka silently sobbed as he fled his world, not knowing where the ark was to take him.
He must have passed out from either exhaustion or blood loss. The Ark of Yamato was no longer moving, he could tell, and slowly, he sat up. He felt dizzy and his vision was somewhat blurred. He was confused for a moment of why he was there, before remembering the slaughter. How much time that had passed since then he wasn't sure of. He suddenly felt nauseous at the thought of all that blood and covered his mouth with his hand. Waka brushed blond strands away from his face before trying to stand up, leaning on the wall for support. He wasn't to sure what to do now. He assumed he was far from the lunar realm, but where he had landed now; it could be far worse than where he had come from. But what did he have to lose?
Caususly, Waka made his way to the entrance of the Ark. He paused for a moment before opening the large door of the ark. He was greeted by a near blinding white light. He shielded his eyes with his forearm until the light dulled down. The first thing he saw were the people. They were odd, although he wasn't exactly normal either. They had light golden hair and wings attached to their temple. They wore beautiful white robes and each and every one of them was gorgeous. These strange people were surrounding the Ark of Yamato, fascinated. They seemed gentle and kind. He stepped out from the great vessel, all eyes on him.
Waka's feet finally touched ground, or more like cloud as it seemed. A man, a little heavy, approached Waka.
"Hello there. My name is Marco. We don't get many visitors here in the celestial plain. Who might you be, young man?" the man asked gently. He must have noticed how injured Waka was because a look of great concern was on his face.
"Celestial...plain?" Waka was somewhat confused. He had heard of the Celestial Plain in bedtime stories his father told him when he was far younger; that the great gods and angels lived there protecting the innocent. He had only thought of it as that, a simple story that was suppose to bring hope and faith to those who needed it. He never believed this divine realm actually existed until now.
"My name...is Waka," he spoke slowly, trying to keep himself from passing out again. He began to sway slightly, but Marco gently held him by his shoulder so that he was a light steadier. The other celestial came in close, to examine the stranger closely.
"Well then Waka, please come. You seem very injured. Allow us to help you. We can provide you with food and shelter and treatment," Marco offered kindly, helping Waka walk through the crowd of the curious. Waka was barely holding on to consciousness as he nodded, giving a tiny smile at the man's generosity. That's when he saw her.
Though his vision was blurry, he could still make her out through the masses of white and gold. A beautiful young woman with long flowing white hair and animal ears, similar to a wolf's. She wore a gorgeous red and white kimono that seemed to dance slightly in nonexistant air. What stuck Waka as most odd about this beautiful woman was probably her long, poofy tail, that was black at the tips and the mysterious red markings on her body. She was looking at him from quite a distance, but her gaze caused his heart to almost stop. Soon she was lost as he fell unconscious once again.
His eyes fluttered opened as he began to awake once more. He was in a large white room, laying on a comfortable futon. He noticed his body was no longer sore and looked down to see that his wounds had been bandaged up. He sat up slowly, trying not to hurt himself when a small giggle came from behind.
"I'm glad you are awake now, Waka, was it not," said a female voice from behind him. Waka turned his head to see the same woman again, sitting on a small cushion. Up close, she looked even more lovely than before. He gave a smile when he saw her pointy ears twitch.
"Who are...?" Waka started to ask before the woman realized she hadn't introduced herself. She cleared her throat before speaking.
"I am the sun goddess, Amaterasu. It is a pleasure to meet you, Waka," Amaterasu introduced, beaming. By her appearance, Waka had no trouble believing she was a goddess. She scooted over to sit beside the blond. She brought her face in close to his, examining it. Waka couldn't help blush at her sudden closeness. "It seems all your cuts are gone. That's good!" she said, now pulling away.
"May I ask you a question Waka?" Amaterasu asked him. Waka nodded. "Why did you come here to the Celestial Plain? It is very difficult to come here, mortal or not, so you must have come here for a reason. Where are you from?" the goddess questioned, extremely curious. Waka's face fell.
The only reason he was here was because the Ark of Yamato had brought him there. He had fled, run away because he was scared of dying. The death that was happening around him, the spilt blood everywhere one looked. The blood. Crimson blood, nauseating and heartbreaking. A single tear rolled down his cheek. Amaterasu wiped away the tear with the sleeve of her kimono, somewhat regretting her questions. Waka let out a small gasp when he felt Amaterasu wrap her arms around his slim figure, hugging him close. She was warm and his whole body seemed to relax.
"I'm sorry. You must have gone through a lot recently. You can tell me whenever you feel ready," Amaterasu apologized, feeling his sorrow. She patted his back gently before standing up. Waka looked up confused. "Please, stay here with us on the Celestial Plain for as long as you wish. It would be our pleasure." Amaterasu invited graciously, extending her arm to him. Waka took hold of it after a moment, ready for another chance at happiness.
A/N: Okay, decided to make this a two shot. The next part will be finished soon. Its been a while since I beat the game, but I still remember most of the things that happened in Waka's past. (I was crying during that time cause I thought Waka was actually dead. Bastard tricked me.) Sorry if that was a little bloody and for Waka being very OOC. I know he doesn't have to wide of an arrange of emotions but its just to me that Waka seems that he would be more open about his emotions as he was youngerand eventually decrease their visibility as time went on. I just decided to throw in Kaguya just because she is the only other moon tribe member in the game besides Waka. I don't know why I put Ammy as a human. I guess I like her in human form, that and it kind of makes the interaction between Waka and Amaterasu seem less weird. Well, thank you again for reading this and please review to tell me what you think! It is highly appreciated! Thank you!