(A/N) Bonjour, it be Drake here! :D Why am I speaking French? Well, seeing how this is a fanfiction for Okami, and it has Waka in it, I thought I'd brush up on the little French I knew. This was also an idea I had for a manga, but the story was a bit easier for me to write in words (Well, when I grow up, I can be hired as a story writer for manga I guess). There may be a love triangle in here, or maybe a square, but that'll be decided later on :) Enjoy! (P.S., Revirement is French for Change of Heart… God, I have a thing for cheesy titles, I swear.)

Key: Normal, "Speech", 'Thoughts', "Animal/Wolf speech", "God speech"

And I don't own Okami. If I did, I'd be busting every ones asses to make a sequel!

Okami: Revirement

Chapter One

Pour être, ou ne pas être un Lupine ? (To be, or not to be a Lupine?)

Ocean waves rolled over the white sands of North Ryoshima coast, as if the tranquil sound of salty water brushing against rocks and land was Nippon's way of saying "It's the beginning of a new day – get up and enjoy it" for the locals. Or more likely, for their current visitor, "It's the beginning of a new day – get up, and be prepared for the biggest shock of your existence!"

The sun's warm rays shone through the leaves of the tree that the great Okami Amaterasu slept beneath. Her snow-white fur glowed in the morning light while she stirred. Her lupine eyes, a godly gold, slowly fluttered open as they adjusted to the light reflecting off the flower petals and blades of grass.

She yawned, propping herself up to stretch. 'What a wonderful nap.' She sighed to herself. 'And Issun didn't wake me up in the middle of it.' She sat upright and yawned once more. Looking at her surroundings, she couldn't find her bouncing, glowing poncle companion.

The flower's fragrance tickled Ammy's nose, causing her to sneeze. Her ears twitched, and she froze. The only sounds were the waves from the ocean, the water from the waterfall, and the cows starting to wake up.

'That's odd…' Amaterasu thought. 'I could've sworn I heard a human nearby…' her ear twitched again, and she reached to scratch it with her hind foot –

Only to lose balance and fall on her side.

"Huh?!"

She gaped, and then swung a paw over her muzzle. Since when could she do more than bark? The next thing she noticed was her "Paw" didn't have fur on it, and it shouldn't have been able turn at that angle. She looked at what should've been her right foreleg – instead there was a long, slender human arm and an elegant hand with piano fingers. Her head bent forward to look at her chest area. It was nothing but bare skin with a few red markings.

She rushed to a nearby spring and peered into it. Staring back at her wasn't a wolf, but a young maiden with long snow-white hair, soft-gold eyes, and crimson markings – exactly like her own. She lifted her now furless paw to her cheek, and the girl did the same with her hand.

"Impossible…" Ammy breathed – her reflection's lips mouthing her words – as a shiver ran down her spine. "How could this have happened? When - ?"

A light breeze drifted around her, lifting strands of her hair and brushing them against her skin. She realized what she now was, and swallowed it whole.

She was a human.

A Woman.

…She was also naked.

'Oh, great.' She thought. 'If Issun comes back soon, he'll think I'm just another face. He can't recognize me, I barely recognize myself! And the fact that I'm… nude…' She groaned. 'Why did Issun have to be such a pervert?!'

"Ammy! Awake yet, furball?" Issun's voice called nearby.

Without a second thought, she jumped into the water, making a loud splash. Gripping onto the edge so she wouldn't sink, she watched as the glowing green speck bounced to where she was previously sleeping.

"Huh?" The poncle wondered aloud. Scanning for his lupine friend. "Ammy? Where'd you go? You were here just a minute ago…" Issun's eyes wandered to the waterfall – resting upon two hands clamped onto the edge. "Hey!" He called out to Ammy. "Who are you?! Why do you try and sneak up on the Great Issun?!" He unsheathed his sword. "Don't make me use Denkomaru on you!"

'Shoot, I guess he found me after all.' Ammy thought. She lifted her head above the spring's edge.

Issun chuckled. "So you show yourse-…" He stopped mid-sentence. Ammy cocked her head to the side, confused. "Uh, I mean," Issun sheathed Denkomaru, "Hello, young lady. I am Issun, the Traveling Artist."

'Eh?' Ammy sweat-dropped slightly.

"Um, if you don't mind me asking, babe," Issun gained some pink in his green glow, "I see you are bathing, but where are your clothes? Unless you're, uh, heh heh…"

OH, NO. He was being the same old perverted Issun. This time poor Ammy was on the receiving end. This could not end well. "Well, that's kind of a long story…" She noticed how silvery her voice was.

"Oh! I see!" The pink on Issun turned a magenta color. "So you're actually - ?!"

"No, I'm-!" Ammy tried to explain.

Issun flushed bright red. "A pretty lady should do what she wants, and I'm fine with that 100%! Hee hee…!"

Every time she opened her mouth, he'd cut her off with one of his pervy comments. She couldn't handle it for long. "Alright, this has gone far enough!" She grabbed Issun with her hand and held him to her face.

"Whoa, there!" Issun shouted from the unexpected action. "You're pretty fast, huh? Well, I tend to take things slow, babe, but – "

"It's ME, you idiot!" She barked.

Issun froze, puzzled. Did he know this chick before? He looked deep into her eyes, searching for some familiarity. Deep within her golden eyes was a fire. Hot, smoldering, burning brightly in a fierce, and yet comforting way.

It was just like the sun.

"Ammy?" He asked.

'Who else?' She wondered, but grinned to let him know he was right.

"Hold on, how do I know it's really you, furball?" Issun questioned skeptically.

Her smile faded, and she glowered at him. He wasn't suspicious about Rao when they first met, instead he was accusing Queen Himiko. Look where that led.

Without warning, she stuffed him in her mouth.

He screeched loud protests and banged against the insides of her mouth, but Ammy ignored him. When she had her fun (and couldn't handle the taste anymore), she spat him out.

"AUGH! Ew! Aw, gross! I'm covered in slobber!" Issun shouted furiously.

"Are you convinced, or do you need another example?" Amaterasu asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Nah, I know it's you, furball." Issun assured. "I don't know how you turned human, but I can recognize your spit a mile away."

Was that supposed to be some sort of compliment? Well, whatever it was, the point was Issun knew it was her, even if he didn't know why she was like this.

So many things were to be done, and who knows how much time she had. She needed to find an answer. She needed to return to her wolf form.

There was one thing she had to do first, though.

"Aw Ammy, you don't need that. You've gone without clothing before, so how's this any di-"

"I'm NOT stupid, Issun."

"But-?!"

"GO FIND ME SOME CLOTHES NOW!!!!"

Issun didn't hesitate.

(A/N) Sorry for the dry ending, but I wanted to get this posted so you would know I'm still breathing. Please R&R!