Authors Note: Hello, Kou here, once again! Oh my god, my eighth story… -feels giddy- anyway, I was randomly going on the Ark of Yamato and decided to just put on my String of Beads(you know, the one that makes you invincible if you find all the stray beads?) and went into the battle against Ninetails and just kind of played around. I cannot tell you how much I adore Ninetails. She is the coolest Boss in all of Ookami. But anyway, I was playing that, not really doing anything to kill her like normal, since there was no danger of me dying with the String of Beads, and I found myself admiring the way she moves. I dunno…maybe it had to do with playing it for over an hour after midnight? But while I was fighting, the red moon in the background kept swinging into view and my mind somehow turned 'fight' into 'dance' and eventually this formed in my mind. So, I decided to write a five-shot about Amaterasu and Ninetails, about the things going on in my head. Hope you enjoy^^ and please review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Ookami, although I wish I owned Ninetails…that would be awesome! Sadly, Capcom owns those rights… -shakefist-

Let us Dance beneath the Rabbit's Red Moon
An Ookami five-shot Fanfiction
By: Kougetsu_KitsuneHinote_Hakuma

Amaterasu's POV = Regular font
Ninetail's POV = Italics

She was magnificent, bathed in her darks and reds that had long ago consumed her wicked soul, and yet I found myself awed. This demon before me was terrifying, even I admitted. Her form was slender and elegant, smooth curves ending in razor edges that would sooner tear apart flesh then welcome you. Her eyes burned darkly yet I found that even this demon had some spark of light that she clung to. It was not just her pelt that was so close yet so far from my own. White that was interrupted only by few red markings and gleaming azure claws. Each of her nine tails whipped around like a torrent, each of the nine souls howling for blood. And yet I was awed. The moon above burned bright red and illuminated the ground around us, casting red highlights across our features. Beautiful.

"Why does thou Lady Kyuubi meet thy only under the crimson-bathed moon?"

I hear this question that I know has been plaguing the goddess of origin's mind and find that I am smirking within the bleach white mask, with gray accents and only one splash of red beneath each eye and outlining the ears. Her prying desire to hear my answer only drives me to laugh. It is a rumbling, terrible laugh that I know would terrify anyone else. But she is far from anyone else. I can tell this is not the answer she had wanted and I decide, if only for my further amusement, to humor her. This is what I tell myself at least. But then I start to wonder, is it simply to drive more amusement out for myself, or do I truly wish to answer for her?

"Didn't thy Origin of All that Is know? Tonight I have found a feast beyond the realms of my Master and found myself a white rabbit. Thy moon is crimson-bathed in rabbit's blood! See first…where do you believe the lunar Goddess bore her markings from?"

She grins at me in wicked delight, her fangs gleaming in a wide, toothy smile. But I cannot find myself to hate her as I do so many others in the seething, black abyss that borders beyond these heavenly lands. She knows that I will not make the first move and stands fully upon her four legs, opening her jaws as a vicious roar escapes and black and red resonates around her, heeding her command. While I have come to hate this darkness, under her control it is somehow beautiful and I cannot summon up the hatred or the desire to destroy this evil. Why do I feel so different about this? Have I truly found a place in my heart for a demon such as this?

I can see that the Goddess is torn between the desire to destroy me and something else that I cannot quite place. Or at least, I would not be able to place it had I not felt the same. This feeling was a driving desire that all but consumed me. It was something akin to, but I could not quite call Love. It was not feelings of caring or compassion toward her. I could not even say it was lust. It was something twisted just as my soul was. I was not in love with this Goddess so much as I was in love with the darkness that I chose long ago. So what did I feel this 'Love' toward? I could not be bothered to answer this. I thirst too much to engage her as I did each time I chose to invade this sanctum of light. I waste no time in snarling, announcing my intentions and leaping forward, my fangs gleaming and claws reaching for her flesh, though I know this urge to tear through her will never be satisfied.

Even as she leaps forward I am fully prepared and I swing to one side. Her claws cut air harmlessly and her fangs gleam enviously, hungry for my blood and jealous that they have not tasted it between them yet. I feel nothing toward this however as I pour my power into my prized weapon, Solar Flare. The disk, engulfed in a harmonious blend of crimson and azure flame, heeds me without hesitation, awaiting my command as patiently as it has since the Beginning. Solar Flare was my companion and my ally through many, countless battles and I would rely on it if no others to fight alongside me in any fray. I stand firm in a fighting stance, my eyes never leaving my opponent. This will not be the first time that I fight her and I know that it will not be the last.

As I land, my prey eluding me harmlessly, I'm filled with an odd sense of both anger and pleasure. Why? These are feelings that I do not fully understand, but each fight has brought them forth in a wave. And I feel exhilarated. My jaws only water in anticipation as they do each time I am here to face her, and my eyes gleam with madness. She stands and waits for me, as she does each time and I come out of my crouch, walking toward her, my nine tails waving behind me as I do so. My body is fully relaxed now as I walk forward, but I know she is not fooled at all. Somehow I find this comforting more than anything else. Why am I comforted by this being of purity and light, when I have sworn myself to my Master? My allegiance is to the Emperor of Darkness, Yami, and no other. And yet I cannot tear my red gaze from her golden one. And it is out of awe that I am unable to pull my eyes away. But this is forgotten as I utter a guttural growl and snarl at her once more, charging headlong toward her. It is a reckless move, one would think, but I have no such worries over this. I will be harmed little if at all, and above all I want to do as we have always done. I crave to fight.

This reckless charge is easily avoided as I leap over her, landing on all fours and whipping around to face this demon that should have me furious, that she, should invade the Celestial Plain so brazenly and attack me. But I am completely calm. It is beyond me exactly why but this has become almost routine. She twirls through the air, twisting around to face me and I am enchanted by the elegant twists and curves she performs, fluidly and effortlessly spinning through the air as though this is nothing more than a vivid dream. We circle each other a step at a time, our eyes locked. We say nothing, yet speak a thousand words and then some. There is no one else. The world is composed of just her and I. It is then that I begin this routine that long ago perfected itself with no need of a script, rushing forward. I beckon to Solar Flare and it resonates, flames licking harmlessly at my back. Never will it burn or singe me. The two of us are one entity in mind and spirit. She grins insanely and leaps away, whirling through the air and twirling with that flawless elegance that I know so well as only hers. I find that I am a stranger to myself, admiring one such as this. Can these feelings I have be called 'Love'? I cannot say that they are, for I feel nothing like this toward her. Then what is this feel that owns me as I race toward her, each time failing to reach as she leaps away?

As the Goddess begins her assault I leap away with much practiced ease, whipping through the air. She changes direction to pursue me and I dodge out of the way just as I have always done, teasing her in a sense. After all, I know she cannot harm me as I am now, so there would be no need for this really. And I am reward as she relentlessly pursues, changing direction with fluid ease, wasting no movement nor a single drop of energy. She is physical perfection at it's highest, in every way and I cannot help but admire her as I move about the fields of the Celestial Plain, charging toward her once more with a bestial snarl. She leaps above me again, without the slightest hint of tiring. We are two beings that should loath each others' presence, yet we cannot get enough. It is now that I realize this twisted love is not what most would consider, but one that we each have fully embraced. These fights are not ones of death and destruction, but of majesty. Movements that are to be well admired and each of us is captivated by it. What we both love is the thrill of the fight, and the elegant and swift movements we each perform, like dancers in a play. And we are the stars.

"Let us dance beneath the Rabbits Red Moon Tonight."