So, this is just a quick oneshot. Ish. Emphasis on quick. I wrote this in math class, so it may seem a little rushed... sorry about that. It was originally going to be a drabble, but then exceeded 100 words, so I changed it into a very short oneshot. Yeah.
On a completely unrelated note, please answer the poll! I'll have it up until the end of April, and if it's still a tie, then I'll flip a coin. 50-50 chance, right?
Disclaimer: Don't own Okami, though I wish I did. Hey, if I brought Ammy to the real world, could I ride her around? That would be awesome.
Blue eyes turn skyward, searching the star-spangled landscape.
Look, the moon! The moon came out!
Blonde hair glows in the darkness, reflecting what little light is drawn down from the heavens. A hat, carved into the shape of a bird's head, lies abandoned on a tree branch, white curtains of fabric hanging limply from its sides.
A golden crescent hangs in the midnight sky, suspended like a fishhook in the water, impaled with enough bait to catch the fabled Water Dragon itself...
Memories dance across his vision, reminders of the many lives lost. One of the last of a forgotten tribe, now nothing more than dust and ashes and ancient relics...
A century of loneliness, many more since he last breathed the crisp air of his homeland...
The Tao Master's gaze lingers on the moon for a few more moments, reliving a time that has long since passed... but is then wrenched away at the sound of a sinister roar. Muttering a curse in French, he glances over in the direction of the Moon Cave. Uttering a prayer to the heavens, the man fears for the Sun Goddess' safety.
"You must defeat him, ma cherie... for all our sakes." he says.
With that, Waka replaces his hat and leaps into the sky, heading north to answer the summons of his Queen. But before he goes, he takes one last look in the direction of the Moon Cave and wonders how the battle is going. He desperately hopes that it is in the White Wolf's favor, for this battle would decide the fate of not only the lady Kushi, but of the entirety of Nippon as well...
Waka whispers one last prayer under his breath, as well as a message to be carried on the winds. Then he departs, gliding with an ethereal quality not unlike the Celestials of ancient lore.
"Amaterasu... it all depends on you now. All of our hopes, and our fates, are riding on your shoulders. Good luck, ma cherie."