Fantasy Lovely again Today | [open]

[LONELYRAIN]

Spoiler: PLOT

Yasu is a wandering half-yokai whom frequently roams alone between the realms of humans and monsters, cursed with living short lifespans and being forgotten immediately upon being rebirthed to a new life. He as a result had grown tired of living as he finds both of the worlds he had roamed for thousands of years to be boring and empty, and as a result had been on a pilgrimage to permanently put himself into an eternal sleep where the cycle could finally be broken for him. However, in doing so he encounters YC, a young woman beaten nearly on the verge of death (the reason being up to you), and he questions YC if she still wishes to live. YC, not wanting to die yet would be desperate in responding, desiring to still live in which Yasu would then give YC a large remainder of the short lifespan he would have left, healing YC’s wounds.

After this encounter, YC would try to follow Yasu in attempts to try and thank him as he is about to retreat into the realm of monsters only for YC to fall into the realm of monsters with him. As a result, the two would have little choice but to live with one another due to the bridge between the human and monster realms closing up, leaving YC under Yasu’s care as the half-yokai would have little choice but to look after YC in a realm that is completely unknown to them. This would result in a friendship being formed between them, with YC becoming increasingly curious about Yasu’s withdrawn and closed off nature toward everything around him.

This friendship will eventually develop into a romance between them, although one that would grow complicated to develop as Yasu’s shortened lifespan would continue to become a concern between the two with his curse of being inevitably forgotten as soon as he dies, and the plot will continue from there.

✿ YASU
The wandering man, one who walked between both the realms of the world of monsters and humans had been forgotten yet again. His life was one of a cycle of death and rebirth, to repeatedly live short spans of lives to once again be grasped by death, cursed by any connection he may have in his previous lives to vanish and for him to once more be forgotten by those whom were acquaintances or at one time friends. Repeating the cycle over, and over once more to rebuild such connections only to view them fall apart made him grow weary of thriving in an empty shell, so he had withdrew from contact, using his rebirths of never ending short cycles to seek things he considered beautiful before he would once more succumb.

These ventures although gave him knowledge, at the same time seemed empty and fruitless. The beauty he sought from both sides of the worlds he wandered were ones that he found insufficient, lacking. From beautiful landscapes, to declarations of love between lovers, even watching the humans with their strange customs and the odd burn to live within them, he found them all very hollow. The monsters he rarely associated with on occasion did amuse him, but only for brief periods of time before he once more withdrew from the sight of such creatures. Eventually he came to the conclusion that both worlds that he wandered across held nothing more for him to view, his many thousands of years being rebirthed into a world that at times sang of peace and others of war and hatred had become repetitive. He’d become a being that no longer felt attachment to either side of the spectrum, whether humans whom lived in the light; or monsters whom lived in the shadows, both felt empty and the beauty he sought had now drifted from his fingers.

He no longer desired to proceed living on in his endless cycle of rebirth. Perhaps, a path of eternal slumber would be far better for one such as he? He’d no longer need to concern himself with matters of the world, and no one would feel sorrow toward his passing for he was one who no longer gave himself an identity, and for quite the few amount of cycles he had went through he’d avoided coming into contact with the humans or monsters, for he would be simply forgotten once again.

So, this desire of endless sleep led the wanderer searching for a place where he would remain undisturbed. This current cycle’s life was coming to an end; it wouldn’t be long until he would once again be forced to be rebirthed again into a fresh life, one that he didn’t desire to carry through. His feet splashed through the puddles of rain in the alleyway he currently was taking a shortcut through, the pitter-patter of raindrops softly landing upon the crimson umbrella he securely had above his head. This path was one that he often took, a shortcut through the human’s world into the realm of monsters, a sort of borderline between the two. Just a few more steps and he would be able to cross over into the realm of yokai, and inevitably to his destination.

Taking another step forward, he was drawing to the end of the alleyway only to stop as he looked down at the puddle beneath him. The dark puddle seemed far darker than usual, tainted a deep, dark crimson, tendrils of the liquid spreading out in the rain as if the storm itself was attempting to conceal the flow of blood from view. A tint of emotion managed to flair in his chest; one of curiosity as he looked up and turned to face where the flow of crimson was coming from.

It wasn’t too far from where he stood, where he saw a woman lay upon the edge of the alleyway, bloodied and beaten to perhaps an inch of her life. The slight rise and fall of her chest was the only indication that he could see that she was indeed still clinging to life. But, it was clear to him that she was going to die soon. He couldn’t say that he felt pity in that moment for the woman slumped over upon the wet ground, but something had caused him to move toward the dying human. The man crouched down before her, observing her through the rain as he moved his umbrella to prevent any rain from falling down upon the woman any further, “Do you wish to live?”

The question left his lips before he would put much thought to it, as it seemed like there was a spark in this woman’s eyes that he lacked. A strong will to live, which intrigued him as it was certainly a beautiful light indeed. Although he had every reason to perhaps ignore her and continue his pilgrimage to permanently lock himself in a form of death, this woman had caught his interest before he could do so. Every second that ticked by, he knew was another second he was wasting, but he didn’t mind. It was rare that any of his lifespans would encounter something odd like this woman that grabbed his attention.