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It was one job, just a simple one in fact.

But how? How could it have gone so wrong?

Ruby red eyes that shone like living fires stared at the scene before it in shock. Body tensed almost as if it was preparing to run. Ears slightly pinned as they were aware of the dangers that lay before them.

All I did was answer a call for help. It was desperate and the pull of imbalance filled my heart leaving me with dread the moment I went to the dimensional timeline.

An acquaintance assured me I could appear in the area with my rebellious form. Only what greeted me left me wanting to do anything but that.

Staring at the naked white-haired male who groaned in pain after recovering from landing on the floor paid no heed to who was watching him. Instead he stared straight at the demon who stood tall after releasing demonic screams before he left.

This man, this person called for my help and yet... he was on borrowed time.

I could feel it. He would not last the year. The scent of death was low, but I could pick it up from anywhere.

I don't know what happened or why.

I just... I couldn't leave him like this, even if I had to appear before him in a seemingly harmless form.

Don't get me wrong, I'm human but... this guy reeked of resentment towards humans, ironically his own kind. On the other hand. He looked as if he was missing a piece of himself according to his soul.

That thing-demon we saw must be his other half. It makes sense since I am no stranger to being split apart. Ironically four times and during the moment I was born, only it was not by choice either. Just witnessing the scene sent shivers down my spine, the pain of being torn to pieces. Being left vulnerable to the world.

Being only as strong as I could be, but in the end of it.

I refused to give up.

After all, no one could truly help. I had to survive on my own until I was reunited with my other selves which turned out to be a right chore given where they had been located.

Do I regret the dismal journey? No, not really.

Especially with what I saw, both good and bad which in turn made me who I am now.

On the other hand, being away from them I had felt incomplete, empty like I had lost something precious that could not be returned by normal means. Like I could vanish from something simple and then my father made it worse by experimenting on me when I started having headaches. Using my blood without my consent which only then latched on to his Ai. A pet project he had made when he was around eleven. Causing the Ai to merge with my blood and birthing a fifth me. As sickening and disappointing as it is-was I understood but like mum, I was not happy with it.

Like my grandmother, grandfather, Godfather and mother once said- let things develop naturally.

Sadly, father feared for me to the point his anxiety and paranoia kicked in resulting in unnecessary experiments.

Thankfully due to being a time traveller like my grandmother I could avoid my father all together even after mother threatened to take me and leave. If there is any consolidation in this, it's that I'm glad my older twin brother was not involved. I dread what would have happened if they had gotten to that stage.

We almost lost each other twice due to severe bad luck. We didn't want anymore problems hitting our doorsteps anymore than they had already done the last few times.

The difference between my brother and I is that even though we are twins. We had different powers. Mine tied to our ancestors powers while his remained dormant due to an accident that left him with amnesia. A thing we somewhat have in common is wind bending.

On the other hand, he plays with guns and swords while I'd stick to crossbows, swords and bows.

He is more athletic than I, something I cared little about to his annoyance. However using my skills, I can aerial dance. Even to the point that I can dance on the ceiling. A thing that horrifies my family and husband to an extent.

Strange as it is, I care little of being the stronger twin despite being younger. Although mother had mentioned girls tend to be more versatile with our spiritual powers. Which leads me to the job I chose to do- maintain balance whenever a disturbance erupts and put things back together. It's hard don't get me wrong.

Despite being skilled, I know I'm a small fish in a large pond and it's fine. In fact, it just allows me to see all types of people. Demon, angel, human, hybrids and many more.

A thing that could be labelled as funny to others is that I have social anxiety, despite looking happy and calm on the surface.

Not that they would know unless I told them.

Another thing I often need to keep quiet about is my name. As confusing as it is to make up an alias on the spot and remember it. It just means that I need to keep on my toes after all, time is precious and I refuse to damage it anymore than they already are.

Which is why I chose shape-shifting instead of meeting him in my human form. Something would be deemed harmless to him. But only to an extent.

I know what I'm planning to do with leave my husband frothing in anger. But this person- scarred and in need of help. Call me stupidly sentimental but I can see my husband in him. The desire for power but the difference is that this man is broken and desperate. He desires to be on top because of how others have trod on him. Just because of his heritage.

Seeing his heart and memories leaves me saddened and angry. Knowing that all he knows is to survive and could not afford to feel. Always thinking someone wants something, that no one will catch him if he ever fell.

It's not right.

Approaching him softly red eyes observed him before sitting down on all fours. Slowly it nuzzled the shaky male with a small pinkish nose. A sad sigh left it's nose as it looked up at him. Cold and naked. Defenceless to the unforgiving world that he was thrusted into without any warning.

Ears dropped as it watched him stare at it in shock and confusion. Wondering where it came from and why it was approaching him. However, seeing it nudge him with the arm closest to it caused his heart to skip without knowing why. Watching with what he could guess was concern. On the other hand, it only left him feeling as if he had swallowed acid. An uncomfortable feeling began to form just from seeing the expression in it's eyes, he continued loath the look on it's face until the creature left the area. Leaving him baffled at the sudden disappearance.

Startled the man slowly stood up before his knees buckled from not being used to walking. Seconds later his eyes widened as a dirty brown blanket could be seen dragged across the floor by the creature who was seen struggling to pull it due to its small form.

"How curious" the male mused as it finally stopped close enough for him to grab the blanket. Without wasting time he wrapped it around himself in order to gain some relief from the bitter cold. Seeing this the creature looked up at him once more after sitting. Almost as if it was watching him. Staring deep into his soul leaving him completely unnerved by the action.

"What a curious creature you are, one would think you are a demon with your red eyes" the man said with a soft smile as he moved his hand towards it. Seeing this the creature allowed him to stroke it's cheek taking him by surprise.

"You're quite friendly for a fox" the man mused as he ran his fingers through the soft fur of the creature.

"I don't think I have ever seen a fox like you before" he commented as he took in the white-furred fox who stared at him with ruby red eyes. Eyes that reminded him of fire and strangely blood. A strange combination and yet it made the fox's eyes appear more alive, almost as if there was a hidden intelligence brewing within it's form.

"Thank you" the white-haired male said with a tone that made the ears of the fox go down, curiosity filled its eyes as it watched his defeated yet determined eyes face the door.

It was at this moment I wished that I had done more to help him.