Chapter: Prologue


The war torn atmosphere clogged her breathing as she was awakened by his tender fingers grazing the side of her face. Long orange hair and a pair of familiar fox ears made her heart ease up as she feels the embrace tighten.

"Ichigo-kun," she's aware of her lack of time left with him. Her eyes gently glance towards her bloody abdomen and what she has left on her lover's clothing. With what's left of her strength, she reaches towards his face, tracing his features. His warm hands stopped her short and grasps tightly, not letting loose any time soon.

"Senna do not worry," she feels herself being placed down with caution, "You will live. I will avenge you!"

His words were challenged by the shakiness in his voice. His features became blurry with the tears brimming her eyes. She understood her punishment. Ichigo is a fox yokai and she is a human. They are not meant to be together. It's unnatural. Things are inevitably bound to end this way. This is her destiny.

"Ichigo-kun, thank you. Thank you for loving me."

"Quit speaking as if you will die Senna!" He's denying everything. Her slight smile attempts to reassure him from the clear future. He knows what will happen just as much as she knows.

"My heart already accepts this fate of mine," she pauses to look at his face. Never once has she seen him like this and it pains her enough, "Know that, although our time together was limited, my love for you was not."

He feels her hand slipping out of his grasp and her eyes closing much to his demise.

"It's so cold, Ichigo-kun."

Rain drenches over the yokai and drowns his cries over his lifeless mistress.

He made sure a proper human burial was set for her, but the yokai was in search for a deity who had the power to help him. He understood such deity wasn't easy to find, but the yokai set foot blindly to search of this powerful god who can help heal his heart.

Every day, he tends to a new location in hopes of finding this god. About a hundred years has passed in this time yet his heart is still freshly wounded. His weak heart and soul finally wandered off into a cave where he spent his time wishing he could have died off with her. But he cannot. Humans have too short of a lifespan. He was a yokai and she would have eventually died off.

It was a time like this when he began to regret his decision of finding the deity, but as he thought this, a god came to him.

"I'd like to be a human," the fox yokai pleas, "I want to be able to live and pass on with my lover."

The deity complied and gave the yokai a blessing.

The face staring back at him was slightly agape and her eyes wide as she carefully inches away from him. She was clad in strange clothing. She was much too short. Her eyebrows knit together and her arms cross as she too, examines him.

"Senna?" he asks dumbly, knowing the answer. She cannot be Senna. Senna's brown eyes were replaced with her violet eyes. Senna's long hair had contrasted with this woman's short hair. Senna's silk kimono was replaced with… whatever this woman was wearing.

A slight breeze hits him in his nether bits. In fact, that breeze seems to be too far reaching.

"Are you a pervert?"


A/N: I've been watching Kamisama Hajimemashita and I'm hooked lol