Hey guys, it's been... a while! Well, as promised, the new chapter, from Waka's point of view. I think this is the only one I'm gonna post from his view, but nothing's set in stone. Enjoy!


Even as she was yelling, she was beautiful. Waka wasn't really listening as the princess battered him with accusations and insults. He was captivated.

Waka wasn't one to believe in love at first sight. Or miracles. No, definitely not miracles. After the horrors he had seen? It was laughable, if that was your type of humor.

Amaterasu was one of the most impatient, unforgiving girls he had ever met. It was the mere fact that she was unattainable that made her so alluring. He was quite a flirt back in his home, never really attempting to commit, though it was greatly discouraged. Not that any of the women really gave him a second glance. The men of his tribe were bred for one thing; war. The women? Giving birth to warriors. The only honorable thing to do was die in battle, or in the women's case, childbirth.

Waka was slim for his age. Not warrior material, or so said his superiors. Which was pretty much everyone. He tried to serve his people, but really, if he had even stepped onto any of the brutal battles that his brothers had seen, he would've been slaughtered. Immediately. Probably by his own people.

His father worked in the armory; repairing shields and armor and swords for another hundred years or so. At one point he had fought for his people, but when he lost his left eye, he was welcomed home as a war veteran and was sent to craft even more battle materials. Waka was supposed to follow in his footsteps, but "came up short." The tribe had no use for a boy who couldn't even lift a sack of flour.

What Waka lacked in bulk he made up for with his agility and cunning nature. He was lighter than the rest of his people, which is what kept him alive. That and the pity his father took upon him. After working with swords for a century, he found himself a master swordsman. And a father. As a twenty-fifth birthday present, he crafted for his son a marvelous sword, made of the same material that powered the Moon Tribe's greatest war ship, Maeda. Maeda was only to be used if the Oni overpowered the basic fleets.

Ah, the Oni. The Moon Tribe's greatest foe. But that was a story for another time.

Amaterasu was standing above him now, infuriated by something or other. What were they fighting about again? Her fists were rolled up and her cheeks were turning pink from the argument. He stood to her eye level. Was she still yelling? She drifted into silence.

"And you- um…" She drifted off and stared into Waka's brilliant blue eyes, stuttering awkwardly. Waka followed his instincts and leaned forward, eyes closed. His arms hung limply at his sides, he looked as though he was trying to see how far he could lean over a cliff without falling.

He didn't know what she was thinking, but he was elated. Her lips were soft and warm and smooth and everything he'd hoped. He wanted it to last forever.

But it didn't. She pulled away and left Waka puckered. Her cheeks turned bright red and her eyes widened. What was she so surprised about? He couldn't have been her first... could he? She muttered something inaudible and rushed deeper into the forest, leaving Waka standing alone. So she was just like the Moon Tribe girls, judging others by their looks or social hierarchy. But wait, he was regarded by her as a traveller, not a wimp. So she just didn't like him. That was much, much worse in Waka's eyes.

Disheartened and rejected, Waka sauntered back the way he came. It was pretty sudden. He admitted to himself. But she's just so... He sighed. How foolish! She was royalty, for goodness' sakes! It this scandal got out, he was sure to be... no, it was too horrible a thought.

Waka was surprised to see a dark figure positioned ahead.

Izanagi.

Waka swallowed nervously and began to perspire. He walked up to meet the king tensely and stood before him in pure terror. He got down on one knee before the king, avoiding eye contact.

"Get up you fool." Izanagi growled. Waka obeyed mindlessly, acting out of pure fear. Waka placed his hands on his knees, standing shakily. He had overstepped his boundaries by about a mile. "I let you into my home. I let you eat my food. I let you enjoy my culture and then you go off with my daughter, doing who knows what!" He yelled.

"Your majesty-"

"Silence!" He nearly screamed. "I know who you are, and your filthy Moon Tribe heritage. My daughter is pure." He stated. "I told her you were a guest because she does not know of the evils of your people. I intend to keep it that way. Keep your befouled body away from Amaterasu and away from the Celestial Plain." Waka gaped. What had he done? "I expect you gone by morning. If you decide to defy me again you will not live to see the next sunset."


So, that's chapter 6! Review's are always appreciated, and, as always, 5=newchapter. Until next time!

~ChattyCat

P.S. I own this story, but not Okami.