Hi People! First story here so I'm sorry if it's not to you're liking, but I'm just gonna roll with it.

Well, I'm back from the future, well this actually may be the past to you but I'm here again. So I'm decided to fix up this pilot chapter because when I wrote this almost 3 months ago, this was oh my god horrible. Looking back I'm sorta ashamed XP so I've decided to not kill you new readers by fixing up my super old chapters and saving you the horror of my terrible writing skills. I'm not changing much but just tweeking it, and please go on with the story, I know it sucks in the beginning but it gets a lot better later on because thankfully, my skills improve. XD So kick back and relax because this is going to be a long ride.

Tomoe was an utter wreck. His heart was racing and his lungs wanted to give out after he dashed to where Nanami was. He roared when he saw the shikigami and human, flames engulfing him. His chest heaved wildly in his chest and he could barely look ahead from the worry and anger and all these emotions building up inside of him, but he hurled his blue fox fires at the human out of sheer rage, only to be cut off by the hand of one of the shikigami. The blue robed shikigami looked like he wanted to say something with his silence saying it all, but kept quiet until his master filled in for him with a blood curling sneer, ever so familiar to the fox.

"She's dead." the human chuckled.

Tomoe's heart stopped. He froze, he couldn't believe what this impudent human had told him. The world seemed to stop to him as he stood there in his mind, and the great yokai familiar who was as brave as nothing before was terrified for the first time. His Nanami, dead? Imposible. He thought, but the more the thoughts kept passing through his head, the more likely it seemed though his heart pleaded him not to believe it. The human laughed loudly, hysterically even, until he regained his composure, "That's what you get Tomoe." grinning evilly until fleeing upon seeing Tomoe's wrath of bright blue fox fire surrounding the entire compound. Tomoe stared into the open, not knowing what to believe, and for the first time in his life, he wanted to cry. But crying was a sign of weakness, Nanami wouldn't want to see him crying once recovered. If she recovered. Tomoe stood there gazing at the compound, his eyes glassy and fists clenched so tightly, his claws drew cold blood from his own palms. Then it struck him, what are you doing?! Go! His throat was quivering for fear of what to come, but he called out. No response, his legs wanted to lock in place and go slower, his body couldn't take all these emotions. Yokai kind isn't made for this. His old life of killing and the stench of blood was all he was supposed to do, emotions were limited to cruelty, anger, greed, and excitement. His life went out of hand with him falling in love with Yukiji... no that was Nanami. He loved Nanami, with all his heart. And now, that warm tender love was going to rip him to shreds as he opened the door.

"NANAMI!" Tomoe screamed bursting through the rice paper door, his voice shaking beyond recognition.

And there laid Nanami, curled up into a ball on the floor, her hair pooling out, her clothes thrown to the corners of the confining cold room, her pale skin littered with large apple sized bruises, cuts scattered around her back, and dried blood stuck in her hair as fresh blood seeped out of her large gashes created from knives. Tomoe's legs buckled under the pure horror and shock, but he painfully rushed to her side as the rest of the world was cut off by him, all that mattered was Nanami. He bent down and opened his mouth.

"Nanami! Nanami!" he shook the girl, tears swelling in his eyes, "Please! Just say something at least!"

But there was no movement. No response. No usual "It's fine Tomoe!" from Nanami. Tomoe felt his world stop moving. "...Nanami?" He asked once more. Perhaps she was just joking with him? Maybe, that could be the only other possible reason, right? "Oi! Nanami, I know you're just kidding. Hey. Get up, or at least tell me you can't get up!" He growled, mustering up all the strength he could to use in his voice but it proved useless as his voice shriveled up and became like a child pleading for a dead person to wake up. And she wouldn't budge. "Nanami." He growled sternly,yet softly, "Get up." Silence. All that could be heard was the swaying of the trees outside and Tomoe felt like his world came crashing down, he felt her pulse, there was nothing, he felt for the pulse behind her ear instead of her wrist, nothing, he tried biting her softly even though he knew he'd get yelled at if she woke up, but he'd try anything, but there was nothing. Nothing. Nothing at all. And as if his body was moving on it's own, he swept her up and laid her in his arms, resting her head on his shoulder, he cried in her blood crusted hair. He wept and wept. This was nothing like him, nothing at all, where did all these feelings come from? He pulled her close, his arm shuddered as he felt how cold she was. "Why Nanami?" he buried his tear stained face in her hair, "Why did you have to be so brave? I don't care about this Ami girl or your Kei friend, all I care is for you." He found it hard to breathe, his lungs almost hiccuping, was he hyperventilating? No, impossible, right? He rested his warm hand on her back, hoping it would comfort him like when he hugged Nanami before, but it didn't. His dry throat burned and he was trembling like crazy. But his entire self froze when he felt something beside himself tremble. She was breathing, her inhaling was so frail and shaky, it was scary, but out of desperation, he flipped Nanami down and put his ear on her chest, hoping, praying, for a sign. And thus Tomoe heard an unmistakable heart beat, belonging only to Nanami. His eye's lit up and he gasped, he quickly took off his blue haori and place it over Nanami, hoping to warm her up until a small yokai of Unari's appeared in the doorway. Tomoe backed up with Nanami in his arms, protecting her at all costs, holding up his fox fire, he snarled, "STAY BACK!"

The yokai sighed, "That girl helped us, we won't let her die. Follow me." motioning Tomoe to follow.

With nowhere else to go, Tomoe was hesitant at first but followed praying for the best, he held Nanami in his arms and covered her with his haori, quite frankly, he didn't care that Nanami was naked, all that mattered was his safety and he wouldn't let her go. "Where are we going?" Tomoe huffed, he was grateful but not foolable.

"To my hut, it's in the woods not far from here, I have some medicine to warm her up and a I know a doctor who just may be able to help. Do you have her clothes Mr. Fox? I'm not going to let a naked lady be in my house." The being explained squeezing through a small gap to his hut, "Are you coming or what?" he huffed turning back to Tomoe only to see him to large to fit through. "Fine, I'll just open up the hole for you."

Tomoe set Nanami down on the yokai's small leaf bed and administrated the medicine. He laid down close to her, holding her close to his chest, as she began to warm up, he stared at her motionless body as she fell limp in his arms. She wasn't asleep nor was she passed out, it was something different, scaring Tomoe was just the gist of it, he was completely mortified. Hours passed until the yokai came back into the room with a doctor whom Tomoe recognized.

"Ah! It's you kitsune!" said the small squirrel doctor who visited Tomoe when he fainted one day.

"Hai. But, please focus less on me and on my... my..." Tomoe stuttered as he blushed slightly.

"Girlfriend?" filled in the squirrel, causing Tomoe's head to shoot up and look stunned and also embarrassed.

His silver head nodded, "H-Hm.." he grunted.

The small doctor laughed and strolled over to where Nanami was, after examining her, the doctor sighed, a dark shadow cast on his face. Tomoe was scared to ask, but went though, "Is something wrong?"

Clearing his throat, the squirrel sighed as the room went quiet, "She's in a coma."