Disclaimer: Again not mine. Just the plot belongs to me.

Survival and Meetings

I wasn't Asami-hime anymore. I couldn't be. She had died with Izayoi-hime. I was someone else. Someone who was hurting and sad. And just wanted to cry cry cry. But couldn't. Wouldn't. I became Akane. Akane is me. And I will move on. Step by step. Away from the ashes. Stumbling, faltering and crawling. But I would move on. I had to New Moon was coming. I had salvaged what I could. I found Mothers ribbon. I put it in the sack I had fashioned out of some of the fabric from the underground stores. I had taken most of the stuff that was there. I had to leave.

They were coming back again. The warriors. Just in case and probably to search and ransack anything of worth that they could. In the case that they missed anything. So I moved. Into the deep forests. Foraging and surviving. In my dreams the smell of burning flesh, wood and the sweet scent of Sakura. The heat encroaches upon me. Stifling, taking from me everything. And so I wake gasping for air, clawing at my throat.

Seasons fly away and become Decades

It was the first winter I had ever experienced outside in the forests. Luckily I had found a good cave with a river of clean water near it. My hair had grown longer. I was glad now for my studies. I lived thanks to them. Surviving to the next day. And hoping not to die. Because I couldn't give up, not after that. I dealt with my emotions via infusing them into my work. Working my tears into chopping wood. The same for anger. Basically all my emotions. I didn't want to deal with them, but I had to. So I worked and survived. The months after that. And I managed.

Spring came, the snow melted away. Green started to peek through the layers of snow. Wolves left me alone. As most predators did. Sensing my Youki. Even as underdeveloped it was I was probably a superior threat to them. So I was left alone. I was glad for that. So when spring came around, and everything was teeming with life, or was starting to. I laid traps. Capturing small animals. Such as rabbits and birds. I went fishing as well. I became better at fishing, after a lot of trial and error. But I succeeded. So I skinned the mammals after breaking their necks. The first time I felt nauseous. But I was hungry. I had to survive. I had to live.

So through time I learned to hunt. I dried and preserved what I could. I started to live. Seasons passed. I built myself a hut. I was glad to have it. It was warmer than sleeping outside, when it's winter. I began to deal with her loss. I like to think that I did that either way. And so time passed years came and went. I lived far of civilisation. I was safe. So I stayed another plus for my staying was that the area I was in, was abundant full of nourishment and life. I loved it there. I still do. So the years passed by. And I just ageing slightly.

The day I met him

Hello kimi wa ano koro to onaji basho de

Ima mo mada nayandemasuka?

Hello boku wa aikawarazu mainichi wo

Nanto naku sugoshiteimasu

Kimi no suki na youfuku wo kite kimi no suki na kaban wo sagete

Kimi no suki na ongaku kiite aruitekeba ii yo

Kirai na koto hitotsu sagasu yori suki na koto wo hyakuko mitsukeyou

Kimi ga kurasu sono machi no dokoka de

Yawaraka na kaze ni tsutsumare nagara

Sayonara no kaze wo kazoeta yo

Todokanai sora ni te wo nobashitara

Haru no hizashi no naka de ki-

Two glowing eyes were staring at me. I was washing my clothes. In the river near the cave. Where my hut stood. They were red. I didn't move. Breathing became hard. My ears flattened back on my head. Some straight strands of my hair escaped the thick braid down my back. It was very long. In memory to her. The Youkai stepped forward, growling in warning when I tried to move away. I hadn't had contact with many Youkai as of yet. Smaller ones, but I killed them. So news wouldn't spread. They were also eating my food. But this one smelled of power and alpha dominance. I could sense it already. I might only be something around 100 winters, they were easiest to count. But he was older, stronger, far, far stronger than myself. So I didn't move. I smelled blood.

He, as by his scent had the musk of male, stepped into the light of the morning. I could barely stop myself from gawking at him. That is a fucking Bishie right there. Wow and I mean wow! I noticed the pungent scent of blood on him. He stalked, how can he do that with that kind of wound, towards me. Claws dripping acid. Hissing when drops from it hit the ground. I whined unconsciously, in the back of my throat, and tried to curl away from him. I was terrified. He snarled this time. I froze. Completely, I couldn't breathe.

Then suddenly my vision was obscured with clean, silky moonlight coloured hair, that smelled of Rain, Wood, Books, Male and Kin. We bared our throat at him. He was Kin, he was family he was safe. Our eyes were a burnt orange. I didn't know this; my Youkai was nearly completely in control. The male wouldn't hurt us. And he was Pack and more than that he was Alpha – Brother. His nose was sniffing my bared throat. A content purr seemed to rumble through his torso. Then he collapsed on me. I froze. Why was there a larger, stronger male on top of me! I was panicking. He was bleeding out on me after all. I wouldn't remember my reaction towards him for some time.

So with my now again dirty wash, I dragged him to my hut. And began undressing him. The armour was hard as fuck to get off. But I managed. His Juban Kimono, Date-eri and Monstuki Kimono were easy enough to remove. His wound was large and deep. It was a good thing that I had managed to steal a good amount of sake, strong sake, from a caravan that passed through the forest. Some time ago. Well it was 10 Winters so, some time ago should be relatively accurate.

It was good that I didn't drink sake, unless a cup for the first day of spring. So I had more than enough in my stock of alcohol. I began to clean it with some hot water. It was slightly infected. The water was the colour of the sky at the time of dusk. I emptied the bucket in a hole I had dug for excrement and other things like it. It was a bit of a walk away from my hut. Not that I needed long, I was running. I returned good on time.

I pounded some herbs and seeds with a tiny bit of hot water into a thick paste. The stiches looked good. I applied the paste on and around the stiches. It was late already. I wiped some sweat of my brow. Good that I haven't gone too much out of practice. Well from time to time I did travel and aid villagers with medical help. In return they would give me things that I requested, if they could spare them. It was good I never asked for much. He, was sweating. I cleaned his upper body up some more and covered him in my furs. I had some washing to complete.