Disclaimer: I do not own Okami.
My dear Ninetails, my dearest corrupted Ninetails. Why does your constellation no longer light the skies? Even after you shameless defeat at my guilty-sick paws, even after your dark fortress that you had terrorized so many from collapsed, why couldn't your bright constellation remain as a permanent reminder that you had once reined over these green-bathed coasts? Surely you could have left me something left to cling onto other than that jade glaive that, even now, I still wear upon my sore back. The beaded specks of your spilled blood still dot the finely crafted hilt and keen blade of the weapon. It's the only thing that is left of you now. I always deny solitarily weeping over you final fall in the Ark of Yamato.
But I lie. Even now, as I stare upon the dark sky, blind to every star blazing a fine trail of white fire along the sleek darkness. I search in vain for your constellation, the very one that revealed you to me as we fought viciously for the first time. Every low I landed upon you shattered my hard-set heart. I remember how the ferocious power of lightning was bestowed upon me by the tiger-god. Even as your shadowy hide-out disappeared, I could hear the howls and shrieks of agony coming from the dying demons that had not yet been defeated by my holy light. But how could you not even leave me the constellation of dearest Gekigami, did you have to rob me of looking into the sky and spotted the god of lightning making the sky bright?
Oh, my dearest Ninetails, how many things did you do wrong in this living world of mortals? Murdering a priestess, killing innocent Queen Himiko, wrecking terror and ill-being upon the North and South, and imprisoning Gekigami in the black, void sky over your huge hideout. You dragged him to a new location every single day, weakening him, hoping that he would finally disappear forever, but I saved him.
As you fell, body singed and burnt with lightning, you felt that terrible feeling of regret wash over me. You thought you could manipulate me into crumbling weakly at you blood—slicked paws. But I was forced to relive your fight, defeating you yet again. You never understood anything about my affections; your only goal was to gain power. Oh dear Ninetails, you kill me inside every day, you rob me of happiness, you rob me of joy, you took just about everything from me, which is exactly what you wanted. I would dare say you won in the end, you got the last word. Merely the absence of your presence tortures me every waking moment.
Ninetails, why don't you light the sky, why did you rob me of the one thing that would keep me safely sane?