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Shape shifter had come into existents around the same time that man became evolved. The tribes of old, the one who did not stray from their gods were granted a gift. This, for some, came in the form of them being able to change their form, to that of an animal counterpart.
While shapeshifters have been around since the dawn of man, they have kept to the shadows, their existents were known only to their own kind, but they are not alone. Other Gods granted to their own tribes' gifts, all different to the Gods who bestowed them, and not all known.
Little is known of the gifts spread across Europe, they keep their secrets well-guarded, while America's gifted are neither shy nor unwilling to show others of their kind the gifts they've been bestowed.
Many gifted choose to pass on their teaching, for even to this day, the Gods can take back what once was given. Bokuto knew many shapeshifters. It seemed that the animal you became was passed down from the tribal member from which your line descended.
The Bokuto bloodline was that of the bird when transformed he took on the form of a Great Horned Owl. He knew Kuuro took on that of a cat, though neither had transformed in front of the other.
It seemed most shapeshifters took on a likeness to the animal to which they transformed. His own eyes were golden, his eyesight better than some of the other members of his family, even his hair was a near match to his feathers. He preferred night to day, maybe this was part of the reason.
Maybe it was because his counterpart was a creature of the night that he took notice of her, maybe it was simply love at first sight, maybe he was as crazy as some people said he was or maybe it was more complex, but for whatever reason it was, Bokuto knew that he was in love with the girl with stars in her hair.
For Yachi, the world during the day seemed like some otherworldly experience. The people are so different from those who roamed the streets at night. In the day, the sun would cast her hair golden, her skin a darker tone then it was, but when night fell and the moon appeared, her true self shone.
Stars were a diminishing race, but one that drew all creatures of the night to them. Their glow was one not even the sun could block, for they merely took in the sun's radiance and stone brighter. As far as she knew, she was the last Star.
Her grandmother had passed on the teachings of the Gods to her when she was young when the two of them were left alone while her Mother worked. Her mother had cared little for the teaching of the Gods, and so the gift had passed her over. Yachi, now alone since her Grandmothers passing, was the last star upon the earth until she passed on her teachings to her children.
There were others she knew, people who worshiped Gods known only to them. She saw it when they passed her by, some carried within them the sunlight, others carried within the shadows of darkness. There were many, but the ones she saw the most, were the ones who walked with animals hidden within their gaze.
She'd see them mostly at school, many of them played sports. She hadn't intended to ever join one of the sports clubs, but somehow, she had.
It was there that she finally got to meet other's like herself on a personal level. Hinata, who carried within him sunlight and Tsukishima, whose glasses could not hide his golden gaze, which often watched her as one would pray, and while Yachi was sure he would never intentionally hurt her, his size often caused her tense up when he can near. It took time for her to be comfortable around the boys, but eventually, they seemed to form a tentative friendship, though she is still wary.
When they began to play against another school, Yachi saw more and more of the gifted. Some were drawn to Hinata, his sunlight connected with the gifted Gods, and some were drawn to her.
The goddess of the Moon, she had bathed Yachi in her moonlight as a child, for other gifted to be dawned to her, meant that their Gods had to worship the moon, and so they were dawn to Yachi. Just as those dawn to Hinata had some connection to the Sun God.
She is wary of those outside her own club, the few gifted who are dawned to her are kept away by Tsukishima's towering form standing beside her, but there are those who cannot be stopped.
Kuroo towers over Yachi, not unlike her team, but there is something about this gifted which Yachi finds odd. He is two halves of a coin, dawn to both Hinata and herself. He eyes cautiously at their first meeting, eyeing both Hinata, Tsukishima and herself before a sly grin formed across his lips, fangs glinting as he introduces himself.
His eyes catch things that not even Yachi catches at first glance, and when at last they get the chance to talk, she feels more at ease then she had ever before around another gifted. Kuroo is a shapeshifter, like Tsukishima, thought tribe, not of the same type. He is more open than most to speak about his gift, though maybe it is her alone he speaks openly with, as he seems much more reversed when the four of them are together, his answers never as clear as when he speaks with Yachi alone.
He tells of the others he's met, who she'll eventually meet if she stays with the volleyball team. She feels a strange fear grip her, that there are more, that there are probably many out there that she has no knowledge of, but at the same time, she wonders if there are some like her?
Kuroo seems to know more then Yachi herself. And when she works up the courage to ask if he's met others like her, his answer is something she feels that she always knew.
"Those touched by the moon were thought to be long gone. It's said the tribe fazed out of existents eons ago, but here you stand." His grasped her hand, her skin cast aglow with the essence of moonlight. "My tribe is connected to both the moon and the sun, but I've always been drawn to the moon that little more than most." He grinned. "You can rely on my tribe should you ever need us."
"A moonchild?" Bokuto questioned as he paused in his stenches to flicker his golden gaze behind to where Kuroo stood.
The children of the Moon were no longer around as far as he knew. They were a revered tribe who stood on equal footing with the Sun tribe, but they had long ago died out, yet here was Kuroo giving an extensive story about a girl whose skin glowed with moonlight, whose hair shone brighter at night then it did in the day, and whose eyes sparkled like stars at night.
"She'll be here later today." Kuroo supplied before he was called away, leaving Bokuto alone to his thoughts.
His Grandmother spoke often about the moonchildren, tales which had been passed down from generations long since passed. He wondered briefly of the girl Kuroo spoke of but quickly forgot once the first practice match was announced.
Maybe it was fate, but he felt it the moment she entered the gym. A wisp of night-time air carried in with her, catching not only the attention of him but others also, all eyes seemly turning to her.
She was small, hair golden with eyes a soft coloured brown. He could see the silvery glow glazing her skin, though it was slightly hidden in the sunlight.
"Hey, if you continue to stare, you're likely to frighten her. She already seems like the flighty type." Akaashi spoke from beside him, the setter seemingly appearing from nowhere.
Bokuto nodded, forcing his eyes away from the girl. There would be time to interact with her later he told himself, although he found his gaze constantly drifting to her small form through the day.
The glow upon her skin was unmistakable moonlight, and as the day faded, she began to shine that bit more brightly, ensuring his gaze could not leave her.
"You've been staring for quite some time; do you happen to know her?" Akaashi eventually asked, taking noting of Bokuto's unusual quietness.
When Bokuto didn't answer, Akaashi turned his stare to the person Bokuto seemed interested in only to find her sneaking glances in their direction as she did her best to hid behind the form of the tall blonde blocker beside her.
She didn't seem like the type of girl Bokuto could usually speak too. Her frame suggested she was a timid person, and Bokuto was loud and outspoken. His presence often intimidated others without his knowledge, and the girl from Karasuno seemed more likely to run from Bokuto then to be comfortable around him.
Their ace played based on emotions and if this girl, who Bokuto seemed interested in, continued to avoid him their ace would not play to the best of his abilities.
"Your glowing." The words spoken were not the words Yachi had envisioned when the tall boy came to a stop beside her.
She knew they were kin in a way, but for him to so blatantly call her out on it was something she was unfamiliar with.
"I mean, Kuroo," he paused to starch the back of his neck, eyes shifty to and away from her. "He told me, that your," He trailed off.
"A moonchild? Yes." It was said quietly, like the swaying of the branches in the cool breeze.
She had not been expecting company, much less someone who clearly had sought her out with the intention of speaking to her.
He is nervous though, much like herself, but a different sort if she is to consider the slight flush across his cheeks.
"Would you like to accompany me on my walk? I was on my way to ask Hinata or Tsukishima, but,"
Not even finished her sentence Bokuto jumped at the chance to spend time with her.
"Yes," his voice so loud that it made Yachi flinch. "I mean if you don't mind?"
He gave a sheepish smile, motioning with his head for Yachi to lead the way.
They walked in silence, for the moon did not speak and the owl though he hooted remained mostly quiet at night.
Years later, when the moon is high Yachi will find freedom away from the city. Her hair longer than in her school years will be cast aglow, like a fallen star she will wonder the night, but no longer is she alone. The tiny patter of feet often accompanies her, the hoot of owls overhead, and piercing gold eyes always keep her in sight.