Akari: Sorry, another fiction. Couldn't get this idea out of my head! So i need to release it! Don't worry, I can maintain three stories, but Tangled Existence is slightly difficult. People will just have to wait for my stupid brain to think of something. I've got ideas, but only involving You're not alone and the newest fiction, Youkai Revolution. Dang, I'm starting to act like my friend, having too many ideas in the head and doing everything at the same time(no offense Kazuto). Anyway, demon fiction with slight romance developing. As usual, GouFubu and few other yaoi pairings, but not much romance is going to be in this fiction. Mostly action, youkai fighting and deaths and I'm quite sappy at love stories.

For readers who are asking where did I get that cover picture or what, i drew it in paint tool sai. Believe it or not, add me on Facebook named 'Asahina Akari'. Profile picture is Fubuki Shirou. And if you add me on Facebook, make sure to send a message of your fanfiction account name incase I do not know who you are.

Youkai Revolution

Prologue

He wondered how long had he laid out in the cold chilling night of darkness, completely messed up and departed. The ground felt cold under him and the snow wasn't anything pure white anymore, just the imitation of red roses deliquesced into marvellous crimson. How peculiar was it, a meadow of snowflakes stained with the word of sinful. His bluish-grey eyes drifted upwards onto the sky where black was evident and the constant twinkling of the stars.

Little red and green lights floated and moved back and forth, but stayed in the same spot. An aurora borealis. It was weird how this only was seen in the north and south regions and yet it appeared in front of him. But he couldn't smile nor laugh at the occurrence before his fateful death. He knew what state and situation he was in, but it didn't matter. The never-ending bites and teeth he received on his attire, tearing at the fabric and chewing on it, before spitting it back out and confirmed that that wasn't food.

Sometimes one of them would hit the right spot, but never tore his skin out, just licked and wounded him. They were waiting for his life to fade away before they dig in, when their patients faltered, they began fastening the pace up and it worked. His could hear his heartbeat ringing in his ears and the pants he took in. Up ahead was the mass of tress surrounding the clearing he was situated and not far from here was a little wooden house—destroyed and demolished, nothing was left.

He closed his eyes and hear their voices. His mother washing the dishes. His father reading the newspaper at the dining table while having a seat on a chair. His twin brother and himself imprisoned within the conversation his mother started about their talent in snow games. Then, plates and windows shattered with shards flying around and coming in contact with bare skin. Screams and yells tossed around and the only thing he could see back then was the terrifying bloodshot eyes of his predator, the massive size of it's body and silver fur embellished it's features with gigantic humans hands and feet that represented a monkey, but the size of a human.

After witnessing his family tore apart and eaten alive one at a time, he was dragged out from the house and into the clearing of the forest. He opened his eyes and stared at more similar creatures approaching with hollow eyes. This was it, he knew it. Once the distance close between them, he would be finish due to their race of demons were weak and hadn't eaten anything since the higher rank demons took over, they would not rest until he was completely devoured.

He looked up into the sky and maybe, he would join them—his family.

Everything stopped.

The teeth that were clamping on him weren't there anymore and his figure was left alone. He registered sounds of footsteps from his attackers running, but not closer, but away. His attackers were bellowing in pain and he could hear the sounds of torn fleshes. Were they being devoured as well as him? He recognized light steps going closer to him and a shadow loomed over him, but he couldn't focus enough or even dare to move to look who was the demons' replacement for his execution.

Breath fanning against cold skin, but he never shuddered nor flinched. When he thought the creature was going for the kill, instead he felt a cold wet nose nuzzled against his opened laid palm. He slowly turned to his right and found a white wolf licking his hand out of comfort. His fur coated with blood, but the elegant beauty of white had him relaxed. He smiled, even though it hurt, even though his family were dead. He weakly tried to move his hand and slowly reached out and ruffled his ears. The wolf rose his head as grey eyes and golden eyes locked onto each other, his dreaded figure reflecting in golden eyes.

"Are you going to eat me?" he asked, a small smile played on his face as he let his hand dropped back to his sides, his fingers brushing against bloody snow.

The wolf took a step back, pulled back his ears, tucked his tail between his legs and lowered his head into a bow. The teen sent the wolf a confused look as the wolf began playfully licking his cheeks as he smiled from the playful gesture.

"Will you," he managed to choke out and broke into a coughing fit later on, hacking out a bit of blood. He looked into the wolf's golden eyes and finished his sentence, eyes begging, "stay here with me until then?"

The wolf stopped and howled into the night. He was yet again perplexed by this mysterious action. Soon, he felt the entire weight of the pack's eyes on him. He wasn't alone anymore as more wolves drew closer with steady, reassuring steps. "Thank you," he said, slowly losing consciousness. His eyes came into a thin line and mouth left parted with the last image of white light emitting from the wolves that respected him.