Author's note: This is a fanfiction I have made purely because so many people believe Okami Amaterasu can be only paired up with three individuals, Although I happen to like one of those pairings, I also like odd pairings that could, perhaps, work. So, if you dislike this idea, I suggest that you don't read this particular fan fiction. This story will be one shots of various people with Okami. I will also note that THERE WILL BE YURI/GIRLxGIRL and some hints of YAOI/BOYxBOY. If you do not like that, I, once again, suggest you don't read this. Also, this is my very first fan fiction, so any mistakes made in this are my fault. The rating, T, might be high, but I'm not exactly sur eabout the rating, and I think higher is much better than lower. Sorry for the long explanation, and now on to the story!
Pairing: Amaterasu x Sakuya
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She remembered a wolf; a wolf that shined so white that the shadows disappeared when she just walked past them, leaving blossoms on the ground. She remembered asking the wolf to play, and the answer was always yes, yes, and the wolf chased her tail, and she laughed, laughed, until everything was forgotten. She remembered the ones who planted her into the ground, who gave her water and prayers until she became a sprite that the people looked to for protection. But she was young, a child, that she couldn't do her duties, so the wolf promised to them for her. She never heard the wolf speak, or make any sound that be translated into words, but she could hear her inside her head, not words or pictures, but emotions and ideas that swirled into something understandable. The wolf was always there to help her, even when the villagers threw things at her to make her go, even when the snake roared for a meal to eat. She didn't know if she liked or disliked when the wolf came on those days, because her mind was a torrent of sorrow, sorrow, and she only wagged her tail half-heartedly instead of the rambunctious blur she always played with. Finally, the wolf came to her, and told her what she was. She was the sun. And one day she would drive out the eight headed snake for good. She told her to always hope, to always to look to the dawn and to always protect her people with the best of her ability. And the sun looked at her for longer than normal, and left without even playing with her.
When the sun slowly sunk, and the night was creaking over to cover the sky, a gate appeared on her hill, and it swung open to show a red eyed wolf, a bug, and her shining wolf. Only this wolf looked less bright, less cheery, and had less glory than Amaterasu could ever sink down to. While her wolf glowed with life, this wolf just had a faint shimmer of power around her. So it couldn't be her; looks weren't everything. But… there was something that said that she was the same god. And because of that she asked her to play.
The wolf left, after telling her she didn't have time to, and the red eyed one just left without a word. The sprite stayed there, wondering why this wolf that was like the sun and not like the sun, thoughts were so thin, so vague. She decided that the wolf was just a servant of the great canine, and was there to help her master to victory. The blue wolf was there to give supplies, and the bug was just hitching a ride. After all, there was no way that this weak wolf could ever be the sun. Otherwise, how would the sun be able to shine through the dark?
The wind started to blow, a subtle stream then blasted forward in a hurricane-like rush. The sprite huddled down, to shelter against the rasping gusts, and looked towards Kimiki to see the eight heads choosing their prey. She saw the arrow hit the house of the sake brewer, and felt the groan of the caged people echo the hills. She felt a blaze awaken, in the need, the desire to give it all to save them. To make the trees bloom and let their petals wash away the disease. But she couldn't do anything, anything but weep, for she was far too young. The child put her head down and cried to sleep, instead of trying to bear the agony of the town and their sacrifice.
She awoke when she felt warmth on her skin. She looked up to see the red god marks around gentle black eyes. She jumped up for joy, for her sun had returned! But the god quickly ran through the gate and left out of sight, before she could greet her. She stood there, not understanding what was going around her. For the sun had abandoned her child.
She heard quiet steps slowly climbing up, and she turned to see the supply wolf clawing back to the gate. He seemed out of it, possessed by his own anger, and slashed through the air as if were the thing that had brought him down. A being of crushed hope, unable to see, he was looking for others to drag into despair. He looked at her and growled, eyes sparkling in the chance of a release of pain and hatred. She hid behind her power source, a sprout. He left going back the same way he came back he came in.
Yet again the gate opened, and yet again the child looked to see who came. She nearly fainted at what she saw. The great god, the bringer of light, the very essence of purity, wobbled out. Every part of her was tattered and covered with blood, and the wolf was panting, moaning under her breath, and her companion shook his head, counting the minutes past. He knew the futility of wishing against of what was destined to happen. There was no chance of life, with cuts as deep as to scratch the bone, and when each breath took her vitality to the skies above. It was the last hours of a god.
The dying warrior twisted her head towards her, and made a single nod, before screwing up her face in pain, and ran out, leaving paw prints outlined by red and a ribbon of plants, withering from the lack of water and hope. The guardian watched her every step, as painful each was, and looked to the heavens and prayed to all spirits in the living world to give strength to this one small nation, one who seemed cursed beyond belief, to give light it when the world would have no sun anymore.
Eight screams pierced the skies, and a triumphant howl that brought a golden crescent out to burn the flesh of the dark, to kill the pestilence, and destroy Yamata no Orochi. Brightness, a star, seemed to shine, as the caverns of the snake collapsed, only able to stand with the false god. A silent wave marked the end of horror. The village of Kamiki seemed to look up to there as one, to watch the fall of their overlord. The region was silent for a single moment before everyone burst into cheering, for freedom has come, after giving the lives of ninety nine girls. And each one bowed their heads and prayed to the gods, thanking them for saving them all.
The warrior came, came with the barely live body of the hated wolf of Orochi. He told the village how she saved his life, bringing the moon, hope, out when he couldn't stand anymore. She had fought with the demon when he was cut to pieces, and when the cave started to collapse, she saved his life. He carefully put the wolf down on the ground, and proclaimed her hero in front of them all. But, as all watched, she last out one pant, before closing her eyes, an ember blown out into another life, gone to the heavens. And the villagers wept for having prejudged so badly. But the most terrible noise was the one on the cliff, coming from the throat of the protector. The town worshipped her, the foreigners cared for her, but it was only the sun who gave her the light she needed to live. Without the holy wolf, the sprite was only half there.
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Years have passed from the event. They have made a statue of the white wolf that left feelings of bitter-sweetness in the guardian, for it showed her as well humans could do, but no one could replicate the feeling of serenity and hope she had. It was like seeing a delicate spout in the palm in your hand, knowing that that although it may not look like it now, it could grow into a tree that can live for hundreds of years and help give to others. She smiled when she thought of this, for in many ways the description fit her. She had grown to protect almost all of Nippon, and grew more serious from the kind child she was before. Too much had happened for her to ever revert back to that stage, and now it was lost, gone to throats of Orochi, his very last victim. But not all was growing up and hiding emotions with a serene face that never dropped. She met a pervert whose name was Ishaku. Actually, it wasn't an introduction, per say, but rather a visit from the current Celestial Envoy, who she first met years ago. She didn't really pay attention to him, but she always thought it was funny when her wolf swallowed him. He insisted that he had to make a portrait of her. She somehow doubted it was because she was an important part of keeping Nippon safe, but rather he would jump at the chance at a (barely) willing model who he thought was pretty. After wandering around, he finally left for his home in the north, where he claimed beings as small as he was had made a village that was called Ponc'ton. He had left her a small drawing of Amaterasu, which she kept in the highest branches of her tree. It healed some of the wounds from that very last day of the true white wolf.
A prophet came, with a ridiculous looking hat covering his hair. He informed her that he was the one guarding the Moon Cave from demons, for the snake was not dead yet, but only trapped inside a seal. When she questioned his merits to such a task, he replied, in an offended voice, that he was there when the Celestial plains fell to forces of darkness, that he had fought Orochi before, and that he prophesized the end of him. When she demanded to know why, why, he couldn't tell the costs it would take to bring him down, he glanced to the side, as if he suffered from some guilt from not being able to. But his answer was what really ticked her off.
"While you seem quite distressed about the entire ordeal, I'm sure you would have realized that she would have given her life without a second thought. You may have not known her as well as me, but I've known ma cherie over five hundred years…."
She nearly strangled him with the lower branches of the Konohana, and wished for a moment that she could kick his pompous ass out of Kimiki forever. When he felt the effects of her quite obvious rage, he merely smiled, and teleported out to somewhere. The sprite was raging, her anger was making the plants around her squirm and the wildlife fled for their lives, but if you looked just at her, you would have seen her crying. For no one knew Mother Amaterasu better than she did, with her always there to help her, and she knew she would sacrifice anything of hers to keep her people safe. The god was practically the only person to care for her as a real person, and she knew the deep loyalty only a wolf could feel to its pack that lied within Amaterasu. But she still cried because she wished she could have died instead.
Eight screams rend the sky, as darkness took the land. The all-consuming force struck out in seconds, petrifying all in its path to make the world dark with fear, and taking more of the little power the gods still had. Through this all, Sakuya watched with a calm demeanor. She took one last look at the black energy before turning to face the statue of her wolf, the sun goddess, Amaterasu, and summoning her shield with a drawn circle. It headed straight towards the sculpture, like iron attracted to a magnet, before it came the wolf's back, giving back life to the ookami who deserved it most. The sun blazed behind the god, lighting up warmth in Sakuya's heart. For once again she was whole, her nobility matched with dancing ribbons of golden happiness. Agony and despair vanished like a plate of cookies given to hungry children, and fled for the hills to hide. And she forgave the sun for everything, for abandoning her when she was delicate child. She had to, of course, for it would be impossible for her not to. After all, wasn't it obvious that as the plants need the sun, Konohana's wood sprite needed the sun goddess to live fully?
