Sunlight

*"It's alright sweetie, mommy won't let anybody hurt you. You are mommy's little sunshine." The thin woman said, as she held her babe close to her chest, not letting it spill a tear. She heard the commotion outside, the ruckus and screams. She knew what was coming, but she couldn't run from it nor hide, but protecting her sunshine was all she had to do.

"My sunshine. I won't let you die by them. I will fight off as many as I can but nobody is going to harm my baby." Warm breath fell upon the baby's face when her mother spoke to her, whatever the small baby heard out there, she knew it was dangerous and her mother was on the verge of dying. She tried to mumble out something, but forgot her immature form she was in. Her mother only let out weak stutters of words she couldn't understand at all, a foreign language in a dangerous situation was not what she expected out of this day.

The screaming stopped, the crunching of snow became louder and louder as the feet of whoever this intruder was stomped on the wooden floor right outside the door. One slide was all it took. Mommy will hold you and protect you and love you for the rest of her life sunshine. I pray to the God's you'll have the luck in your life I once wanted to have." The door slid open and an striking odor of metal and rotten animal filled its way in the bay and her mother's nostrils. The small baby tried to turn around to see what it was but her mother insisted she would hold her newborn to her chest until her last breath. "Be quiet" She said with a shaking voice, not that it would have mattered if it was stern and hearable, she just couldn't understand.

"There is a weird smell in here I quite cannot identify, say could it be you human?" A cold voice blabbered out so fast it sounded like something out of a rhyme. The mother tightened her grip around her child, she exhaled a last time until her baby could no longer feel her mother's chest rising, but her heartbeat was still there, fearful of the future it held. "It doesn't matter for me, if you're edible, I don't mind." The male voice said, at least that's what it sounded like.

The small thing felt a cold breeze just for a moment until the squeaking floor followed the footsteps until they hit the snow and disappeared slowly into the no man's land she never got to see through her 2 days of existence. The cloth wrapped around her whole miniature body was getting wet by something, so she stretched her hand out to her mother's neck to feel the hot but sticky liquid.

In her own mind as an young adult, she knew exactly what this grease was. She knew exactly what had happened to her new mother.

Just like her promise of holding her child close to her heart, she never let a muscle rest as her baby tried pushing away from the blood that thing had covered her mother with.

What else could she do as a child if not cry. She cried for what felt like days but was not longer than a few hours, the sun came through and shone on her pale mother's face, changing her hair color into honey from her brunette locks. She cried for help, for someone with no blood on, anyone who could take her away from this cursed place. This was no longer a weird and mysterious place to be in. The only human who she first saw in her new life had just lost her life in front of her. She cried for help, for despair.

*"Asahi, can you hear that sound?" The woman turned to the boy behind her to see if he was behind her, considering they were at a dead village. "Asahi don't look at them you will only get nightmares!" She rushed to the boy standing next to a corpse to cover his eyes. She brushed the uncut bangs from his eyes as she tried her best not to look at any of the outside corpses as well, the smell didn't help to soothe her nerves either. "Right when I get a new customer these demons need to raid just THAT village a day before I would take payment." She sighed and let her head rest on the boys head. "I hope they all rest in peace…" She said softly to herself.

"Moooom listen, the sound you said you heard! I hear it too!" The woman's son said, gripping his mother's hands to remove them from his head and eyes. He wandered off to the sound he thought sounded like something small had been trapped in a cage for days. "Asahi don't run off! You know it isn't safe after a demon raid!" His mother trailed behind him slower because of the heavy snow catching her feet every time she tried to take bigger steps.

"The sun is out and you know demons die from that mom!" He shouted back at her as he stopped in his tracks for the sound he was trailing. He turned his head to the furthest house in the village, at the very beginning of the deep forest. The doors were open and the inside smelled even worse than the outside, though the sun was hitting right in the center of the door frames, like it was a sign to come inside.

Asahi felt something grip his arm softly but with enough pressure to know if he went inside that house he wouldn't only get scolded by his mother but also be sleeping outside. "Does this look inviting to you child? Let's go before anything horrible happens and let these poor sou-"

"Mom listen!" He stopped her mid speech as little faint sniffs could be heard from the inside. They both turned their heads facing the small house with open wooden doors. "Mom can it be-?"

"I don't know Asahi and I am too scared to find out, and you should be too." His mother said while looking at him, her eyes red like roses that were usually very convincing to her son. "What if someone is alive? What if they need our help?"

"We can't know that Asahi, it might be a demon playing tricks on us in that dark house." She knew she was lying to herself since the sun was directly hitting the whole house, but she tried anything just so none of them would feel guilt by not entering the house looking for survivors. "What if it is a child mom?" Asahi gripped his mother's kimono under her woolen coat, slightly tugging her the house. His mother took one final look at the abandoned house, or at least she hoped, and dropped her leather bag down on the snow. She pulled her son closer and looked him in his eyes. "If something gets me inside that house, I want you to get these kimonos and coats and run home as fast as you can. If they get too heavy, throw them away but keep at least one on yourself if needing to sell it or just for your own purposes. But promise you that you won't hesitate to run." Her grip on her son's shoulders was strong and certain. He nodded, promising he'd leave his only mother and caretaker he'd know in his whole life. She nodded of approval.

The woman, holding the lower half of her kimino up so she could go through the snow easier, walked up to the wooden floor. Before she reached the stairs she tightened her short red hair in a ponytail. A creaking sound was made and she stopped to listen, to catch any warning signals. What she got instead was a quiet whimper, a pleading for help as she thought of it, and looked at the poor woman who had her throat ripped apart, teeth markings on her arms and legs, her lifeless expression and body showing no fight whatsoever. She felt sick to her stomach.

"You find anything yet!" Her son shouted at her from the outside, she turned round and shushed him.

As she swiftly looked around the house for anything, or anyone, she noticed the woman's cloth moving, the once white cloth drenched in blood more than halfway through, was moving with small movements. Not even a second after that she heard another whimper, no, a short cry. "Not possible." She stopped herself from moving anywhere but towards the body, kneeling down and taking the woman's hands away from the cloth she was protecting close to her chest. Her hands were cold and thin, pale as her face.

Two small hands finally met a warm bigger hand and the mother shakingly took the cloth in her own embrace, letting the small baby hold one of her fingers. Walking out with a new facial expression her son looked twice at before asking.

"What did you find? Mom are you okay?" She looked up to him, with a melancholy face she didn't show her son often. "I'm fine, just a little confused."* She said and showed her son the small baby she held close to her. "How? How did it.."

"I don't know, it's only been a day but I do wonder how it didn't starve or froze to death when it's mother died in there." Her son looked up confused and saddened at his mother, she mimicked his reaction, but smiled softly afterwards. "You saved her Asahi, she would've died if it wasn't your persistence." He scratched his chin and sheepishly smiled, "Well it was you who heard it cry from the start. So what do we do with it?" His mother raised an eyebrow at him, "We are taking it home of course! Who knows how long the little thing can last any longer without food or warmth. Asahi grab that bag and let's go home, I've had enough exploring dead villages. If we go now we will make it home right before the fire gets taken out."

As happy as she was to see other humans, the little baby couldn't understand a thing they were saying yet again. She was indeed in some other country she had never been to, or at least wouldn't remember to have been in. The woman who had beautiful red hair and deep green eyes, just as her son had. It was just speculation, but as far as she had listened to her mother's final words and the woman's and her son's bickering on their way to their home, she was almost certain it was Japanese. Out of all the anime she had watched and listening to others speaking it, she knew if her guessing was wrong she'd never forgive herself.

Their home was a wooden home, similar to the previous one she was in, or she thought so from all the short glimpses she got before they headed somewhere home. It was warm, with an open fireplace and the smell of food was a reminder she knew she was safe with the small family. But there was something so very wrong with the house that she couldn't pinpoint at all. The nausea hit her from time to time and headaches were coming and going depending where they had put her. It was the worst when they got in the house, slowly but surely it became less horrible as soon as they put her down on the mattress in their bedroom she'd only guess. The nausea and headaches were still there but not as violent as they previously were.

"Asahi the sun is setting soon, go get some Wisteria flowers so we can spread them around the house!" The woman said while washing the dishes after feeding the newly rescued baby. Bottle feeding was the only chance she was going to get some food into the poor girl, she also changed her bloody cloth into newly sewed baby clothes she prepared for a customer who was expecting. That way she knew the baby wasn't a little thing but a little girl. She took her in her warm arms and went inside the bedroom to put her to sleep when her son entered the room with fresh Wisteria flowers, as soon as their purple glow was inside the room the child instantly started screaming and shouting.

"What's wrong with her mom?! What did I do?!" Asahi blocked the screaming and shouting by closing his ears so the poor baby wouldn't burst his eardrums. "I don't know! She was fine just a minute ago while I fed her and changed her clothing!"

"What?!" Asahi took out one finger from his ear but plugged it right back in as their new adopted baby screams only got worse. His mother took the baby and walked out in the kitchen and hushed her singing lullabies she used to sing to her son for bedtime.

Make it stop. It hurts so much. I don't know why but it hurts. The small girl thought to herself while unstoppably cried and cried. Why is this happening? I feel so sick and weak, and everything hurts! MAKE IT STOP."

A few minutes passed and the little baby finally calmed down by the song the woman was singing, if not that then by exhaustion. "There there. it's okay everything will be fine, Asahi go to sleep and i'll join you when she's fully asleep." The young boy nodded and happily went back into the bedroom to catch his dreams.

The red haired woman sighed after the little baby fell asleep, and walked back to her son sleeping next to her bed, separating their mattresses by a few purple flowers. She hadn't even put her down as she started crying again, Asahi grumpily woke up to the sound of screeching of pain. "Mom something isn't right with her!"

"There might be something that's hurting her somewhere, but I examined the body for scars or marks when I dressed her up but there was nothing out of the ordinary." The two went outside the bedroom a second time and the crying began to die down. "Did I do something wrong mom?"

"Of course not Asahi, she is fine now and you are standing right besides me. There is something else we aren't catching on…" She looked back at the bedroom, then glancing back at the weak fire that still burned till it's last moments in the fireplace. "There is something wrong with the bedroom, something she doesn't like about it. Asahi go get my mattress, I am sleeping next to the fireplace tonight."

"But mom why would there be something wrong with the bedroom? She didn't cry the first time you put her there!" His mother only gave him a stern look until he gave up questioning her at all and went to fetch her the mattress. He placed it right next to the fireplace, but with enough distance so his mother or the baby wouldn't catch on fire. He went back to the bedroom to get one Wisteria flower next to the bed and went back to his own bed.

That fucking flower… It must be it, I cannot handle it… Why? I don't understand, someone burn them all.

Laying on her mattress next to the flower, the girl started sniffing and was gonna start her tantrum yet again. "What is it that you want child? Please help me understand…" While she massaged the baby on her stomach, she watched her movements to catch ANYTHING that'd help her calm her child down. She noticed she got closer to her chest as to get away from something. The fire? No it wouldn't be that since they had no fireplace in the bedroom, and she changed her next to the fireplace and fed her. "I wonder…" The woman took the only flower on the floor and tossed it in the fire with all the small petals it left on the ground as she scooped them up. Off the bat her child stopped crying, only having sniffing on the snot that the woman had to brush off, dried tears that stopped coming after the little girl finally fell asleep. "Why does the Wisteria flower make you uneasy dear? It's supposed to protect us…" The mother slowly drifted off to sleep, she was too tired to ponder why her new child couldn't stand the flower that protected them from demons.

"I don't get you at all…"

1* If they talk Like this it means she doesn't understand.

2* There will be changes in POV since i like to write in third person AND first person! I will be separating it with a line every time it happens so you won't be confused!

3* Reference from the "Tarzan" movie. I will be making references from movies, shows and mostly music from our world since my OC is reincarnated after dying.

Nato: So yeah I started a new account and a new fanfic that I probably will never finish yaaay! As you can see my new obsession is Kimetsu no Yaiba lol so this will be an OC story into their universe. Probably won't be making a lot of chapters because the manga isn't finished yet, but who even knows if I'll finish it at all, I also probably will change things from time to time in these chapters because of the manga too! And if you're here from my old account (idk how you would be) then I am not going to finish the Naruto fanfic I started simply bc I have no motivation for it anymore,,,, maybe one day tho.