So I wrote this a while ago and just decided to post it and revive the Shiki fanfiction page. Shout out to Ashollow for liking my other story right as it came out... kind of scary how fast someone read it... Will update as long as I have 1 like or comment. I do not own Shiki, nor anything affiliated with Shiki so don't sue me... please.
Chapter 1: Decimation
Natsuno woke up in what looked like a war zone. He didn't know what to do anymore. He had held that explosive right up to his chest when it went off. Tatsumi, along with the fisher had disappeared. All that was left of the mass grave was a crater, and there was no trace of the blue haired jinriu If he could survive an explosion at point blank range, then who says Tatsumi couldn't. He had no clue whether Tatsumi had survived or not, but he hoped that he had done the latter. As he laid in the middle of the giant crater, he smelt something in the air... It was blood, blood of the Shiki, and human intertwined together. His hunger was gnawing at him sending pains to his stomach, but the pain in the rest of his body cancelled it out almost completely. "No." He managed say, the words slipping out of his crack lips. He would never become like them, but his will to fight was not as strong as it had been. The village he had tried to protect was gone, Tohru, his only friend was dead, and he should be as well. He was then shaken out of his stupor by a voice. This voice was familiar, but not very. It wasn't until he saw the man, that he knew who he was. Mr. Muroi, the town priest. He tried to say something to Natsuno, but Natsuno's hearing was all fuzzy. 'Must've blown out my eardrums in that explosion.' He thought to himself. He tried to stand up, but he immediately fell to the ground in a heap. Pain shot through his whole body, and he passed out again.
