I decided to come up with this randomly, and I really don't know why. I just wanted to try out my hand at this Okami drabble. However, just a little warning, I haven't played Okamiden yet, so please forgive me if my information is incorrect. Yes, Waka is indeed my favorite character.
Warnings: None, but a little angsty. Faint WakaxAmmy if you squint
Disclaimers: I don't know Okami. That's Capcom's job.
The Sun Won't Rise for Him
He looked up, as the stars shone above him, tracing a line of endless light across the sky and into the heavens. There was no moon, the only light coming from the stars. But Waka didn't mind that, the stars were enough light for him.
He looked out east from the edge of North Ryoshima Coast, the seawater lapping against the rocks below him and the waves churning in the open sea. He knew that in a mere few hours the sun would come, painting the sky with pinks, oranges, before that great red orb would rise and radiate the world in her light and warmth. Waka loved the feel of the sun on his skin. He felt that somehow being bathed in sunlight would make him feel closer to her.
But no. When the sun rose, she would not come. She hadn't come to him in over fifty years. He knew that it was a noble purpose for which she had died, sacrificing herself to the great serpent in order to rid the world of its evil. But he knew that it wasn't the end of evil. He knew that it would return, in a greater and more wicked form. It was an endless cycle—stretching from the beginning of time to the end of the earth.
He missed her. He missed her so much. With her toothy grin and her white fur and her dark expressive eyes. It had been so, so long since he had seen her last. Too long.
Was it his fault? He was the one who brought the Ark down to the earth, he was the one who released all of the demons, he was responsible for the death of the thousands of Celestials. He told her of the prophecy of the Chosen One, he told her to wait for the appearance of Orochi, he—oh...it was his fault that she had died at the fangs of the snake. His fault that darkness had descended upon the world.
He knew that she would be reincarnated again. She would always be reincarnated. It had happened before. But where was she? Reincarnation didn't normally take this long, did it?
He had searched everywhere across the continent. From each cherry blossom tree in Hana Valley, from the highest point in Taka Pass, from Ankoku Temple in Ryoshima Coast, from every commoner's and noble's house in Sei-an City, from the freezing and billowing heights of frozen Kamui.
His searches were futile.
Every day, a bit of hope would fade in his chest. The sun would rise, and with it would come another day of disappointment. How long could he keep up at this?
But he knew that deep, deep down inside, he would never give up hope. He would continue searching . Even after ten thousand years when the men of the world would destroy themselves and turn to dust, he would continue to search among their ruined cities. He would search until the last breath left his body, and he would fade from existence. And he will search.
Oh, Amaterasu, where have you gone?
He shook his head and turned his back to the sea, walking down the headland. A light sea breeze floated in from the north, and the green grass swayed at its gentle tough. Above, the sky turned from blue to that pre-morning gray. Each of the little stars vanished one by one. He knew that behind him, the sun would rise, but not for him.