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Acorns

Once upon a time there was a princess, she was beautiful and funny and the whole kingdom adored her. Though she was also clever and quite sly when she wanted to be. Her hair was so black that colours shone off it like a raven's wing, her eyes were the colour of deep red roses. Her name was Orihara Sakuraya.

In a forest not too far away lived a young god. He was quiet and pensive and enjoyed watching the seasons go by. He sat at his huge oak tree and watched the earth change, as he had done for many years before. His hair was the colour of molten gold and his eyes were like honey. He had no name, for gods had no need of names as humans did. The forest was called Heiwajima.

One day the princess passed through his forest, going to another kingdom. She was betrothed. On her journey through the forest the young god spotted her. Now, humans had passed through his forest plenty of times before but this time was different. The young god fell in love with the princess instantly.

It was then that he noticed something odd in his forest. A band of remnants that were not with the princess' entourage waited in the bushed and trees. The young god went to call out to the princess but did not. It was forbidden to have direct contact with humans. Gods should not intervene with mortal matters.

The robbers hit the carriage with all their might. They slew the princess' guard with ease and wrenched the carriage open but there was no princess in there. The young god watched as the princess braced herself on top of the carriage with a long dagger in her hand. Her pink gown was ripped at the side for movement; she steadied herself for a battle.

The god of the Heiwajima forest felt a strange emotion come over him as he watched the men look for her. Laughing and taunting the princess to show herself. He couldn't just let this happen. He couldn't let her die. He feared it.

The blond god left his oak tree with a great leap and landed on top of the carriage silently. The princess must have felt a change in the wind as she turned around with wild eyes and brought her dagger up. The forest god put a finger to his lips and offered out his hand, unafraid of the princess' knife.

Sakuraya's eyes widened. This strange man had come out of nowhere. He was too beautiful for words. He was too bright to look at, like the sun incarnate. Though strangely enough she trusted him. She took his hand, lowering her blade. The god smiled and brought her close before jumping away and melding into the forest with the princess in his arms.

"…And they lived happily ever after" A blond man in a bartender uniform scoffed as he watched the raven haired informant slither down an alley across the road. Shizuo stuck another cigarette in his mouth and lit it up, taking a deep drag and breathing it out.

"You say something, Shizuo?" Tom asked.

Shizuo shook his head. "Nah, forget about it. Doesn't matter."

Of course he had lied. Of course it mattered.

The forest god and the princess fell deeply in love. They were happy for a time. Until the gods council discovered their relationship. It was forbidden! It was heresy! A god and a mortal? It was not done.

The forest god was a disgrace and must be punished for his crime.

And so they did….

Sakuraya died on a warm spring night. No warnings, no sickness, she just ceased to be. An acorn was found in her hand. The young god mourned for his lost love but accepted that mortals must die.

He did not know of the curse until a lifetime later.

A young girl with dark raven hair and rose coloured eyes made her way through his forest. She was calling out to the young god. He recognised her voice instantly.

It was Sakuraya. She had been reborn. The forest god came out of his tree.

She remembered everything. She remembered their life together and their love and they were happy again…for a time.

The following spring, Sakuraya passed away an acorn in her hand.

The forest god did not understand his poor fortune as he held his dead love in his arms and wept to the sky.

Another lifetime passed and another Sakuraya found her way into his forest. She remembered less than the previous one but she died in the same way.

More mortal lifetimes passed, more Sakuraya's were born. Each remembering less and less of their previous lives, before she no longer remembered her forest god. Each passed before their time. The forest god realised after the third reincarnation that he had been cursed for his transgressions. Cursed to love and lose over and over. Till he comprehended that morals and gods were not meant for each other.

The forest god no longer tried to find his beloved. He wanted her to live a full life instead of their stunted tragedy…but she would always find him and she would always die.

Eventually Sakuraya was no longer born as a female. It was another blow to spite the forest god who was no longer young. His forest had disappeared over time, his oak still stood and some of the younger saplings were fully grown now. All had forgotten about the Heiwajima forest.

The forest god walked among the mortals, as if he was one. Once his oak was gone, he would fade like a mortal. He was no longer the calm and kind spirit that lived to watch the seasons pass. He was cold in the heart, cynical and quick to anger.

Over time the forest god had gained the name Shizuo.

The third reincarnation of the male Sakuraya was called, Orihara Izaya. A distant relative of the original princess that the old forest god had fallen in love with. This would be the last time. The old god was convinced of that. The moment that the young man had found him there was no loving scene between them. Izaya had send thugs after him to try and kill the blond. Izaya grew to hate the blond and Shizuo waited for the young raven to die.

…but he did not.

Ten years passed and Izaya lived and grew and hated the monster of Ikebukuro with all his might. Shizuo was lonely as he watched his love from afar. A love that he could no longer have. He had found the cure to the curse, as long as the raven hated him he would not die.

Shizuo Heiwajima stood tall and walked off in the opposite direction to the fur-trim coated man.

Izaya waited behind the corner of the dark alley and peeked around the edge, watching the blond walk off into the crowd. He pulled an acorn out of his pocket and frowned.

How had that gotten there?

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