Just a small fic that I came up with in the middle of the night. I do not own any characters or themes, just my interpretation.

"Listen up, everyone. I'm going to show you how to kill a god."
The rifle fired. He watched from the sacred water with a look of dread drowning his eyes as the forest spirit's head fell slowly, as time began to cease. It was smiling. The head was smiling. It hit the mossy ground with a thud, and blood spewed everywhere. He couldn't move. In terror, he watched the small, wiggling worms begin to inch from its ears, eyes, and nose, finally erupting into mass of wriggling disease. A disease of hate.
He heard a shriek, and saw the Princess Mononoke run to the head, tears glistening on her pale cheeks. She wailed and leapt onto the forest spirit's head, her own self being engulfed in the rage. He braced himself for a scream of pain, but instead heard a laugh. A demented sort of laugh as if they were tickling her. She suddenly stood stock straight, laughing maniacally, crawling in with the demon's fury. She turned to him, her face indiscernible, and approached. A deep voice came from her throat,
"Still want to kiss me now, human?"

Ashitaka awoke with a gasp and lay frozen in his bed, his sheets drenched in sweat. He focused on trying to breath steadily, failing completely. He seized up once more when he heard a faint rustle from his kitchen. He lifted his head a minuscule amount and peered over his blankets. Somebody sat on his counter. He hollered.
He toppled from his bed and stood ungracefully, grabbing around for his sword. He heard a tinkly laugh. He forced himself to not remember he dream and glanced up cautiously. San sat on his counter top, her feet swinging and hands busy trying to open a tin. She finally wrenched it open with a expression of pride and removed a tea bag. She sniffed it before promptly ripping it open and dumping its contents on the floor. Ashitaka watched with wide eyes. In a very wolf like manner, she pounced to the floor and crouched near the small pile, sticking out her tongue and licking the chopped herbs. She made a sound of disgust before desperately wiping her tongue with her hand. That made Ashitaka laugh, approaching now at ease.
"What is this horrible-," she began bluntly.
"We call it tea. You're meant to mix it into water and drink it," he told her, grinning. She looked at him doubtfully, them stood, crossing her arms and not bothering to wipe the spit from her cheek.
"You haven't come to see me. It gets a little lonely in the forest."
"I'm sorry, I've been busy. This is not quite what I was expecting when I said visit," he said, running his hand through his damp hair.
"Expecting?"
"Lonely?"
San frowned at him, and fingered the crystal dagger he had given her not a week before. He glanced at it, then up at her face. It was beautiful. He admired the way it reflected the pale moonlight off her cheeks from the window, crisp and smooth as fresh snow, her eyes bright and fiery like star fire, her lips turned upward in a half smile. He noticed something odd.
"Don't you usually have- " he gestured to his cheeks and furrowed his brow.
"It's called war paint, dummy. I don't really need it anymore since the war is over." She said it a bit grudgingly.
"Well, you look beautiful," he told her. She raised her eyebrows. "You also waisted a whole bag of perfectly good tea." He looked around. "Do you want some?" She hesitated, then nodded. He set to work starting a fire and boiling water. She settled herself on his bed and wiped a finger on the sheets, smelling it, then licking it. He cringed. San gave him an odd look.
"What do you dream about that makes you sweat so much?" She asked. He shrugged and leaned against the counter. "Tell me now, or else I will leave." She demanded, huffing impatiently. Ashitaka complied, replying,
"Just the night it happened, you know. Nightmares that make it worse." She nodded, attempting a look of understanding and pity. He smiled at the thought, all though it came off as a grimace. He watched her think, staring at him blindly.
"Can I do anything to help?"she finally asked, a look of unsureness on her face.
"Yes, actu-" he began, just as the kettle began to whistle. He was still unused to he sound. He removed it quickly and poured it into two bowls. He dropped a bad of tea into each and went to hand one to her. She took it carefully and sniffed. He took a gulp, cherishing the burning feeling it made traveling down his throat. She sipped cautiously, them guzzled it down quickly, scrunching up her face as it burned her mouth. Ashitaka jumped up to get her a cool glass of water, which she also gulped down.
"You were saying?" She rasped. He sat beside her and placed a hand on her cheek.
"You could do this for me." He leaned forward an kissed her gently, caressing her burnt lips with his own and taking her breath away with the utter tenderness of the act. She pulled away, leaving Ashitaka smiling like an idiot.
"What was that?" She accused, but still a little breathless.
"A kiss," he said. She stood abruptly and strode to the window, pushing it open and gracefully leaping out. He gasped and ran toward it. He watched as a white wolf disappeared into the black.
"I do have a door!" He called. He was answered with a howl that echoed into the night and seemed to greet the first beams of dawns light on he horizon.