Hello everybody! This happens to be my second fic but that ones currently under construction and hopefully will be done soon. Now this chapter is really confusing but don't worry! Now this is going to be a short dark fic but please help me pull through! Also I love reviews and the only reason im even touching dirty little secrets again is because I checked the other day and had like eight reveiws! Anyway on to the story.

evermore

I have lived millennia of lifetimes. I have seen it all, yet not bothered to remember any of it. Well, not most of it. I don't think I should bother. It's too hard to remember all of it. Why bother remembering or writing down lives that take but a second to finish.

The fact that we can't go in the sun is a common misconception. I also have a heartbeat and a piece of wood isn't going to stop me. This world has been going on for a lot longer than you believe; it just hasn't always had human inhabitants. The saints you worship are now thought to be beings of Satan. Now how's that for a twist. The tales of people have been thoroughly warped. My mother loved you creatures though. I guess I don't really have anything against you creatures who wish so much to cram everything in one life that you speed up the process, its just you take everything for granted.

Over the centuries I have seen a race go through a moral downfall. Hopefully however, things will change with her coming, a second rising of sorts. I'm talking of my mother, now she was a queen worth mentioning. Not the mother who placed me into the world of hurry-ness, but the one who threw me into a world of pace.

I was but a lowly handmaiden at the temple when she set this "curse". It was supposed to be a marvelous gift but I guess that too, got warped. I remember the deep smell of incense and the musty smell of an old priest. Mother told me to behave and be quiet, but in a temple with very important people, that's quite hard. I can still see his face, one of the few things I do remember of the first years.

I wasn't supposed to be there, but I couldn't look at this "landmark" event. It was "supposed to change everything and make a greater good," they said. That was before they died. I could see through beaded curtains, I could smell the blood, and I could feel the power. It poured though every cell and vessel in my body. I could tell something had changed and something went wrong. Mother was quiet along with the others. There were no cheers or celebrations; I couldn't even hear a whisper.

When I took a closer look, the bodies of my mother, masters and the "Buddha" looked shriveled and dead. I later found out when I took a closer look, the scent of blood was drained from them. All fourteen looked like mummies just sitting there. The blood was sitting in pools in front of their respected animals.

Most people think it was the Buddha who set the curse and wanted a banquet. Actually it was my mother; she thought it would help the humans. Maybe human is the wrong word. I mean, we are still human but we just move slower. Our hearts still work; they just move to the beat of a different drum. To just inhale and exhale could take centuries. Sure we can move to your speed but what's the point. We can age why bother. I don't truly think were different, we just have better control. Anyways I think I got off track.

When she died, I was lost. Blame was not an issue because mother thought she died for a noble cause (I actually applaud her for finding a cause). Since there was no blame there was no need for me to get revenge. I spent my years trying to please mother, the only things I did was what she told me, so when she left, along with her commands, I had nothing to do. I thought for decades about what to do until I smelt his scent.

I knew it was him from the moment the smell hit my nose. It was the same musty old incense smell that all monks shared except with a bit of spice. The years of meditation had increased my skills and I smelled him all the way to the Philippines.

The old bastard had come back. I was so excited that I ran all the way there, however when I got there it was just a baby waiting for me. It took me a while to realize that the great Buddha that I knew was no longer; his essence was just reborn into this crying, pink, ball of mush (I have no idea why you beings want to reproduce).

This made me think more. If the old fart could come back then my mother would surely come back to this retched world and me.

I slept for hundreds of years until the prophecy came. It was the night of her conception and I could feel that I wasn't the only one there in this blessed dream. I could tell that my mother was there with me. I don't know how I could tell it was mother except that I could feel that something in there was mine. All mine.

When she was born I knew it was her. It all fit. She was the true creator of the curse and now she came back to claim control. I could see her grow into a beautiful girl. I could feel my blood boil when they told people that she was a he. I wanted to drain them but then my plan wouldn't work now would it. Sure she wasn't the same as her first embodiment but that should change when I make her eternal.

I wasn't part of their close circle so my infiltration was slightly delayed. I waited until I was the same age as the other cursed ones, the rat and cat (I always had a thing for cats), and became Tohru Honda.

That was easy. Now all I have to do is wait for her to become ripe and then I can make the holy mother "Akito", as they call her now, into the supreme immortal being that she once was.