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(Don't worry I'm still writing The Devil's Halo this is just a new story that wouldn't leave me alone)
The Sakura forest was a forbidden place.
The village of Domino had an unwritten law that no human was ever allowed to enter. Sakura trees grew wild and thick on the right side of the village, and a fresh water river ran through it supplying the trees with life.
Every year the trees would blossom on the first day of spring for three quarters of the year only dropping their petals in winter. Elders of the village said the Sakura Spirit lived within the forest. Legends of a creature dancing in a clearing, through sunbeams that made it glow with serene beauty. No person had ever glimpsed its face for the creature would dissolve into petals on the wind if startled from its dance; the trees always warned their master of approaching mortals.
So it was unusual that the trees whispered of a harmless basket floating down stream. The River Spirit making the journey soft for whatever lay inside. The Sakura Spirit ceased its dance a kimono of pink and red with petals embroidered in gold upon a slender frame, pale porcelain skin creased into a delicate frown as the immortal made its way over to the now stranded basket. The River Spirit was curious and rose from the shallow depths brown eyes locked with amethyst ones both immortals looking mildly confused at the mortal made object. A third Spirit, the spirit of Wind joined their observation, lavender eyes shining with a similar curiosity.
"Is it an offering?" the Wind Spirit blurted, blond hair dancing in the ever present gale that he was, his sudden speech unwittingly scaring the Sakura Spirit as the guardian of the trees reached out to touch the woven basket.
"It felt heavy on my water" replied the Water Spirit coming closer white hair like the troth of waves falling forward so that the spirit had to wet the tresses to make them stay back, before he sighed. "It's way too heavy to be the usual stuff, and why send it down my river? Why not leave it at the shrines?"
The wise Sakura spirit stayed silent, he quietly looked about before running a hand through his tri-coloured hair. Blond bangs making up the front, ebony tresses making up a star shape on his head then the edges seemingly dipped in crimson. "Let us open it and then decide" he said softly lifting a hand.
A tree root rushed to obey flexing up from the earth becoming a table as another picked up the basket and set it on the root. The second root became a chair as the Sakura Spirit approached and gracefully sat down, his peers also coming over. The Wind Spirit hovered in air and the Water Spirit fashioned legs from his river water and then sat on a small water chair wearing robes of silver and blue.
"If you would do the honours" said the Wind Spirit indicating the top of the woven basket, robes of grey and white ruffling as an ever present wind hassled the clothing.
The Sakura Spirit smiled and pulled away the lid. Small sniffles and a warbling cry greeted the three spirits making them all jump back in surprise. On reflex a gale of harsh wind erupted from the Wind Spirit, the winds keen to blast away the threat to their master, same for the wall of water that placed itself between the Water Spirit and the basket. The Sakura Spirit blocked the gale aimed for the basket commanding a storm of Sakura petals with a flick of his white wrist the large kimono sleeve flaring wide as thousands of petals erupted out to shield whatever creatures lay in the basket.
Once the Spirits had calmed they peered over the threshold of the woven basket, gaping at what they saw.
Three children lay in the basket. All were wrapped in a different bundle. Two of the children were fussing and fighting, the third stared up at them with bright crimson eyes.
Not really thinking of the consequences the Sakura Spirit, reached in and touched the baby with the crimson eyes on the cheek. It was soft to the touch, the Sakura Spirit noted, his fingers then travelled to the Childs downy hair, so much like his own.
The baby gurgled at the attention somehow untangling his chubby little arms and gripping the solid Spirits hand. The Sakura Spirit smiled and lifted the child out cradling the baby like a mother would.
"Mortals?" the Wind Spirit asked prodding the bundle with a blond child inside before picking it up by the wrappings, giving a squawk of surprise when the bundle rolled and he had to catch the infant mortal as it came free. The baby just giggled as the Wind Spirit glared at him clapping its small hands in apparent delight.
"What do we do with them?" asked the Water Spirit wincing as the baby he examined yanked his long white hair
The Sakura Spirit gazed lovingly down at the infant in his arms "keep them" he said as the child yawned before cherubic crimson eyes closed
"You can't be serious" cried the Water Spirit looking panicked "I say we just send them back up the river!"
The Wind spirit nodded frantically placing the baby he held back in the basket alongside the Albino one. The Sakura Spirit looked suddenly sad before he stroked the Childs cheek again before placing the baby back in the basket "I'm sorry little one" he cooed as the small mortal began to fuss at the loss of warmth. He looked up at the two other spirits "Okay get rid of them" he said sitting on his chair of roots again.
The Water Spirit suddenly looked unsure as he set the basket back in the river. "Don't forget the top" called the Sakura Spirit. The Wind Spirit looked a little unsure now as well as he hovered over the water looking at the babies. All three gazed up at the two spirits innocently.
The Water and Wind Spirits resolve crumbled.
"Here, take him" they both said handing over the crimson eyed baby to the smiling Sakura Spirit who watched them smugly as they fished out their respective baby from the basket.
"May I enquire their names?" asked the Sakura spirit cheerfully as he cradled his mortal turning to leave.
"Bakura" said the Water Spirit as he held the child close to him
"Marik" grumbled the Wind Spirit "What's your one called?"
The Sakura spirit glanced down at his mortal and smiled softly "I think I'll call him... Yami"