Yoku's POV

"Three…three hundred years! I…I…three hundred?" The brown haired guy stammered, staring at me then at the amulet then back at me. "Yoku, that's incredible, this…this amulet should only have had the power to travel two hundred years through time." He stared back at the amulet, mouth open in astonishment.

Something about him seemed familiar, the same with the old woman's name, but I couldn't place what was familiar. Not right then, I was still too daze myself—what had happened? Why had the amulet start glowing like that? And…and where was Kitsuine? He had touched the amulet as well, he should've been pulled through time same as me.

"Yoku? Yoku, are you listening?" The brown haired one's voice broke through my daze, brought my focus back on his appearance—I had seen him, or someone like him, when I was younger, someone…of course! No, wait it was the past, so it couldn't be him, it had to be his…his….

"You…you're…you're…."

Elsewhere: Kitsuine's POV:

I snuck around the forest surrounding the temple, hiding behind trees as I watched what was happening to Yoku. I breathed relief when I saw her healed, and cursed when I saw the anger in her eyes after she realized she was healed. Did you really want to kill yourself? Is it that bad for you? I sighed and backed away, only then looking at the one standing outside the temple door.

Him! He…wait, this is the past, it's not the same him. I settled down from my bristling, Yoku didn't know how much I hated him too, how much I wished things could be different in our world. Even now I had to hold myself back from attacking the past self of her tormentor, I had to keep reminding myself that to kill him now, would make her not exist. But it would solve all our problems, and Yoku would have none.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" A voice jolted me out of my thoughts, and I turned around to see who'd found me.

With bright red hair and vibrant green eyes, the stranger glared at me, cold, calculating, but not showing any fear. I soon realized why when I tried to move away to lose him in the forest; vines from the plants had anchored my feet to the ground and held me rigidly still.

"How? When?" I muttered glaring at the vines then at him, recognizing the cold, calculating look he was giving me.

"Answer my questions. Who are you and what are you doing here?"

"Call me Kits."

"Like the poet?"

"Huh?"

"Nevermind." The redhead muttered, and continued to glare at me. "Well? Why are you here spying on them?" He motioned toward the temple, his eyes never leaving me.

"I'm not going to attack, so you can let me go."

"Even if you won't attack, you probably still run, and I don't think I trust you not to attack anyway." He stepped closer to me, stopping when he was two feet away. One second later he dodged my strike, his glare showing no surprise, only interest when he saw my weapon of choice. "So you use plants as well. Too bad you're dealing with an expert."

He destroyed my plant with his rose whip, his eyes gleaming when he wrapped the whip dangerously around my throat.

"I have only to flick my wrist and you're dead. So tell me, why were you spying on them?"

A/N: Kits name is pronounced like Keats, just so you know. Oh, and his full name Kitsuine is not a misspelling of kitsune, I actually used two different words to make his name look like kitsune but to mean something else. Though probably not many people actually saw that second i. in his name.