Oyamatsumi: Hey, Amaterasu. Got a moment?
His voice rang out from behind Amaterasu's shut door while she sat beneath her window, brushing her long, silky head of hair. Those amber eyes of her observed all of Heaven's subjects and architectural splendor with caution and disdain. She felt she could decipher what was going on in the heads of the servants and gods below by watching them from her palace. She felt she could hear and feel their fleeting thoughts of treason and futile plans to extend their lives. Each and every one of those thoughts slithered around her like snakes, hissing in her ears. Oyamatsumi's knock upon her door almost felt like a small instance of karma. Almost, had it not been cunningly planned by Amaterasu herself. By focusing on the tainted atmosphere of Heaven, she had brought one of its most prominent victims to her bedroom door. Her own brother.
Amaterasu: Come in, Oyamatsumi.
He gently opened the door, out of breath and clearly excited by something. Amaterasu kept her eyes on him through his reflection in her vanity mirror.
Oyamatsumi: The Shoku Twins reported the capture of Tsukiakari Senkumo this morning. We've arranged to have her brought to me immediately in central Kyoto. Looks like we'll finally have her put to the sword for all she's done.
(Amaterasu: Oh you poor fool. Would you be wearing that disgusting smile on your face if you knew you were walking into a trap?)
Amaterasu: Really? That's excellent news. I'd like this to be dealt with immediately, Brother. You can bring her back alive or dead. I'm sure there are plenty of members of the court that would love to see her execution.
Oyamatsumi smiled, brushing aside his blonde hair from his eyes.
Oyamatsumi: I'll have it done immediately. Bishamon will be there too, right?
Amaterasu: Of course. He'll be attending to Council duties for the day, but he'll assist you as soon as he's free. Right about now, he should be in another meeting with the War Council, so give him a few hours.
Oyamatsumi: Hey, speaking of which, why was I taken off the council? I didn't even get a damn notice before they just kicked me out like that. I almost-
Amaterasu: It's for your own good. You will be handling Tsukiakari while the others handle the vampires. I understand it was a sudden move, but Heaven is under a tremendous amount of pressure from multiple sides. Such times call for fast movement.
Oyamatsumi sighed and shook his head, deciding to let go of the matter.
Oyamatsumi: Alright, sis. I'll trust you on this one. It's a shame about Tsukiakari. Maybe she gets her murderous streak from her father, huh?
If Amaterasu's hand gripped any tighter around her brush, it would've snapped right in half.
Amaterasu: My husband was not the only demon walking in plain sight. There are no angels in this Heaven of mine, but I shudder to think that the men of action that once roamed these halls have now withered and waned into their pathetic state.
Oyamatsumi stood breathless. He could feel the coils of rage around his sister, festering and boiling beneath her porcelain skin.
Amaterasu: How sad it is, Brother, to see the gods whipped into submission by the same primal instincts instilled in humans. Mortal fear. Is this what the Buddha meant when he said the root of suffering was attachment? That we only lose the things we cling to?
Oyamatsumi: I'm afraid too, you know. A lot of people really wish this merge didn't happen. None of us were prepared to pay the cost of this new power. The day you agreed to merge our pantheons was the first day anyone ever found it necessary to make graves in Heaven. This was supposed to be a deathless place.
Amaterasu: So you scorn me as well.
Oyamatsumi: I just hope you haven't been doing what it looks like you're doing. I don't believe my sister would ever engineer the deaths of her subjects. Not on purpose.
Amaterasu put aside her brush.
Amaterasu: Go. Handle your duties, Oyamatsumi.
Oyamatsumi: On it.
The further he walked away from her room, the more her boiling blood finally came to a rest. She didn't realize until he left that his presence made her feel physically hot with vexation and anger.
(Amaterasu: Goodbye, Brother.)
*N O I R*With the Tempest Flame gone, the time of bloodshed and revenge was nigh. It was daybreak when Tsukiakari prepared herself for her journey, parting ways with the Shoku Twins in front of the abandoned shrine. The wind was howling as dark clouds cloaked the sun and turned the sky as pale as death.
Akatsuki: Oyamatsumi will be waiting for you in Kyoto. The city is still in ruins, so you shouldn't have to worry about interference.
Tsukiakari sheathed her blade with a sigh, her blood electrified in her veins.
Tsukiakari: Thank you two. You really came through for me when I needed it most. I'll be sure to make his death as painful as possible.
Omagatoki spoke softly as she twiddled her fingers together.
Omagatoki: Gekko, do you hate Izanami now?
Tsukiakari: She lied to me. She lied to all of us. I don't hate her, but I have no reason to trust her. I'd be cautious around her, you two. Everything she thinks and says is just a surface to something else. There's always something she isn't telling you, and that's why she's suffering so much now. She's been living a lie for so long that she doesn't have the heart to be honest with anyone. Even her very identity is a lie.
Akatsuki: Regardless, you cannot ignore that Izanami cares deeply about you. So much so that Kagutsuchi hated you for it.
Tsukiakari: Watch me.
Tsukiakari: Alright, I'm all set to go.
Omagatoki: Good luck, Gekko!
Akatsuki: We'll be laying low while you start the killings.You might not be able to reach us if you need us again.
Tsukiakari: That's fine. You've done more than enough for me.
Tsukiakari knelt down and caressed their heads with a beautiful half-smile on her face.
Tsukiakari: Farewell.
Omagatoki: Goodbye!
Akatsuki: Farewell to you, war goddess. And good luck.
With their farewells spoken, the impetuous war goddess began her march through the forest, bound for Kyoto. The howling wind made the trees and leaves sway in its wake, filling the air with the sound of creaking twigs and twisting greenery. She thought of what it meant to kill one's own uncle. A part of her shuddered and regretted the very thought of such an act even surfacing in her mind. Still, Taeko's dying words indicated he had a part in the misery engineered by Bishamon. That was a truth Taeko herself refused to let die along with her.
Noriko: So you've chosen revenge. Is that truly your reason to live?
There she was, the forgotten casualty of the madness of war, appearing without warning yet again. Noriko mimicked every step the war goddess took as the winds ruffled and swirled through her robes.
Tsukiakari: No. It's my reason to die. The gods wrote this tragedy in the blood of the Senkumo clan. I'm simply going to give it the bombastic climax it deserves, a final act written in divine blood. There's no stopping me now.
Noriko: Tragedy...
Noriko fell out of Tsukiakari's peripheral vision, bringing her to a stop. Noriko stood deathly still, gazing at Tsukiakari's scarred face with tears in her eyes.
Noriko: There's more to remember than tragedy, Gekko. I failed to help you see that. That is my only regret.
Tsukiakari: No, you...you didn't fail at anything. I made my own choice. You were nothing but a help to me.
Noriko's shivering smile uprooted Tsukiakari's mourning heart.
Tsukiakari: Please don't cry...
Noriko closed her eyes, letting her heart lead her as she marched into a completely different direction. Tsukiakari didn't even think as she followed Noriko through the forest, as if her body was moving on its own. So enthralled by Noriko's warm presence and soothing voice, that Tsukiakari realized, in that very moment, that she would follow Noriko anywhere she went.
Tsukiakari: Wait, where are you going? Kyoto is in the opposite direction!
Noriko: There's one last thing I want you to see!
As they trotted along beneath the cool of the shaded skies and trees, Tsukiakari suddenly felt the soft crunch of snow beneath her sandals. Her own breath became visible in the frosted air while her toes and fingertips slowly numbed. What magic was this, this soaring feeling of wonder and amazement? Why did the bed of snow at their feet breathe with nostalgic longing? The war goddess truly wondered if she had been led into a secret eden veiled from mortal eyes and sense.
Tsukiakari: Snow? At this time of year?!
Noriko: No, not this time!
Emerging past the treeline, Tsukiakari stood frozen by sheer awe and disbelief. Before her very eyes was a perfect view of the Senkumo Mansion just as it was before its tragic destruction. Its walls and buildings stood tall, and its gates parted open as troops came and went, handling their daily duties and activities. Once again, and more seriously than before, Tsukiakari was forced to ask herself. What magic was this?
Tsukiakari: I...how...
Noriko had been observing Tsukiakari's expression the whole time, delighted by her shock and awe.
Noriko: I know you've already chosen revenge. I had hoped things wouldn't turn out this way, that you'd find peace after confronting your phantoms. I was being idealistic. I was denying your anger and pain. I'm sorry, Gekko.
*N O I R*Noriko's adventurous smiled turned melancholic as she clasped her hands together. Her eyes sparkled with tears welling beneath them.
Noriko: It's as I said before. We're all just fragments of your shattered heart...and your mind.
Tsukiakari: I remember those words. That's just what phantoms are at the end of the day, aren't they?
Noriko: Yes. But I am no phantom at all.
(What? Noriko...isn't a ghost?)
Tsukiakari: What are you talking about? You're Noriko, the same Noriko from that village. You're the woman I couldn't save. You're the mother that died because...
The burning lump in her throat forbid her from recounting the event any further.
Noriko: Look. Another fragment is being returned to you.
Tsukiakari turned her eyes towards the snow-covered mansion with a sudden surge of remembrance. That frigid, snowy day was a complete surprise to the Senkumo clan, for the snow season had supposedly already passed. And yet, before their very eyes, the heavens delivered blankets of it on top of them.
(I...remember this? It was well after the plague outbreak. We lost so many good people from the disease. We expelled Chiharu after putting her through a mob trial, all so we could fill the bleeding voids in our hearts with something. We sought justice for the natural tragedy that happened to us, to the point that we created a fake criminal just so we could have the thrill of a trial and conviction. We were all monsters already, robbed of our humanity, persecuting our own. Murderers, rejects, and cannibals, all of us.)
But on that day, something quite magical happened within the guarded walls of the Senkumo Mansion. Mayumi led the effort to shovel the ice left behind by the sudden snowburst out of the courtyard walkways. She couldn't help but become overwhelmed by the silence amongst the troops, their faces all dressed with frowns and blank expressions. She looked towards the medical ward, which was still undergoing reconstruction after its razing. It was as clear as day that no one could forget what happened in the medical ward. The sight of its burning structure lighting up the mansion, the smell of scorched flesh rising into the air along with the black smoke. Their friends, mentors, lovers, brothers, and sisters, all turned to ash in that building.
Mayumi: Alright everyone, let's take a break!
One could feel the weight being lifted off of their collective shoulders when they heard the work "break". Everyone laid down their shovels and sat by the flowerbeds while the girls of the group passed around onigiri to snack on, lightly salted and stuffed with grilled salmon. Everyone except Mayumi, who kept toiling away with her shovel as the rest of them watched.
Girl: Uhh...Chief Mayumi, aren't you going to eat? We made onigiri for you too!
Mayumi: Thank you, but I'm alright! I've still got all this energy to burn, you know?
Despite her pearly smile, her troops were a tad concerned for her. A sudden set of footsteps drew their eyes to Taeko, who walked past them and straight towards Mayumi.
Taeko: You never know when to just rest, do you?
Mayumi: What? I'm just a hard worker!
Taeko sighed in disappointment.
Taeko: No! Bad Mayumi! Bad, bad, bad! You need to work smart, not hard! Sometimes, working smart is taking a break.
Mayumi rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue in hearty jest.
Mayumi: Yes, mom. I apologize for worrying you.
Just imagine a tightly wound string in a koto snapping in half. Such an image was applicable to Taeko's rage.
Taeko: Mom?! Surely you meant big Sis! That's what you meant, right?! That sure is a funny way of saying Big Sis!
Taeko turned to the resting soldiers and began barking a very peculiar set of orders at them, as if she had any authority to in the first place.
Taeko: Get off your asses, put your food away, and help me out here! We're gonna teach our dear old Mayumi here a lesson!
Mayumi: Wait what?! What's going on?!
Shivering in her kimono, Mayumi realized she had disturbed the sleeping giant inside of Taeko. Her own troops followed Taeko's orders and lined up before her, staring down Mayumi with soul-piercing gazes.
Taeko: Now troops, what do we informally call Taeko from time to time? Mayumi doesn't seem to know the answer!
Everyone: Big Sis!
Taeko: What was that?!
Everyone: Big Sis!
Taeko: Say it loud!
Everyone: Big Sis!
Taeko: Say it proud!
Everyone: BIG SIS!
Taeko: Not Mom, not Granny, Big Sis!
Mayumi: T-traitors, the lot of you! I thought you were on my side!
Taeko: Everyone! Pick up a ball of snow in your hands!
Mayumi dropped her broom and very slowly began backing away, nervously laughing as her troops all followed Taeko's orders.
Mayumi: Taeko, if you're about to do what I think you're about to do, you should know that my skin is very sensitive when it comes to ice and it sends these awful chills down my spine and ba-
Taeko: Fire!
Chief Mayumi released quite an embarrassing shriek as her soldiers pelted her with snowballs one after the other, all while Taeko chuckled into the sky. Absolutely defenseless against the icy barrage, all she could do was shield her face with her arms and awkwardly dance about to dodge them.
Taeko: I don't hear an apology, Mayumi!
Man: Lord Tsukiakari!
The fun was immediately cut down as Tsukiakari stepped between them and Mayumi. Everyone immediately hushed themselves, dropped their snowballs, and politely bowed to their lord. Her wickedly long, voluminous hair was all tied up into a massive pony tail, decorated with bits of heavenly white snow.
Taeko: Tsukiakari! I'm sorry, I was just-
Tsukiakari: What's wrong with all of you? Going ten on one in a snowball fight?! Are you insane?!
Mayumi: Gekko?
Tsukiakari weaved kuji-in signs behind her back in secret, stunning her troops when several dozen snowballs arose from the ground around her all at once.
Tsukiakari: Mayumi, what do you say we even the odds?
Taeko: Everyone, snowballs! Now!
Taeko's team rushed to gather more snowballs as their lord launched a barrage of icy artillery upon them with Mayumi's help and amusement. The courtyard bustled with laughter and childish screams as the ultimate battle in snowball warfare broke out, drawing even more participants from across the mansion. The children were especially excited to toss and receive snowballs to the face, to fall on the cushioned ground and make snow angels. Taeko even managed to sneak behind Mayumi and shove a fistful of snow down the back of her kimono, giving her those terrible chills she warned of. For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, the Senkumo mansion was filled with laughter. The faces of its inhabitants were alight with excited grins. Tsukiakari herself was lost in the simple bliss of an all out-snowball fight with her soldiers, laughing so hard she could barely catch her breath.
Taeko: Look!
Taeko's sudden shout drew some eyes towards her as she pointed towards the parting clouds in the sky. Slowly but surely, more and more people took a short break from their snowball war to lay their eyes on a rare and magnificent sight. A white rainbow.
Mayumi: No way...it's white!
Taeko: I had no idea that could happen! It's so pretty!
Tsukiakari: It's just like Sayu said...
Mayumi: Sayu must be smiling. I'm sure they all are.
Upon seeing that miracle in the sky, Tsukiakari realized that Sayu's wish had finally been answered. Even if only for just one day, laughter was brought back to the clan. A little piece of their humanity returned to them through the simple bliss of snow and a white rainbow. The vision of the long lost memory faded back into reality, away from the snow-covered paradise of the days long gone and to the charred reality of the current day. Tsukiakari stood alongside Noriko, wiping tears away from her sunken eyes.
Noriko: You weren't all monsters. Even as you waded through hell and all of its anguish, you were still humans with joyous hearts and souls. Sayu knew that much, and her wish came true for those she left behind.
Tsukiakari: Noriko...how do you know Sayu? How did you return this memory to me?
Noriko stretched her hood over her head, clutching her chest as she walked away from the ledge.
Tsukiakari: Noriko?
Tsukiakari followed behind her as she led her back into the forest. The clouds broke apart in just one area, allowing a spotlight of sunshine to dazzle around Noriko as Tsukiakari stayed in the shade. She gently lifted off her hood and turned to face Tsukiakari. Just looking at her, the war goddess began to understand what she truly meant when she said she was not a phantom. Noriko no longer possessed the visage of the woman that died that day in the village, brutalized by Tsukiakari's own troops. Now, she bore Tsukiakari's visage, her face soaked with tears. Breathless and confused, Tsukiakari couldn't summon any words past her lips.
Noriko: Gekko...do you understand now? You do, don't you?
*R O U G E*Noriko's voice shook with sobs still locked away in her throat and chest.
Noriko: I've waited so long for this moment. I've wanted to reunite with you ever since that day in the village, when your mind and heart started to break and fragment away, just like Izanami the Living's. I am no phantom, just a fragment of your heart you've refused to remember until recently. You saw me as Noriko because that's exactly who you wanted to see. I bear her voice because that's the voice you wanted to hear. But Noriko never came back. Her flesh, her bones, were all turned to ash and lifted with the wind, scattering among the heavens in peace. Even that thought exists because that what's you think Noriko would think. I had hoped I could help you find peace with the pain you're suffering, but I could only watch as you chose revenge instead. Even so...I wanted to return as many fragments to you as possible. The memories you've discarded, the emotions you've locked away. They're all still there, Gekko!
Tsukiakari: I should have known...this whole time...
Noriko: Yes...the magic is breaking. You can't take back what you've lost, no matter how many gods you butcher and destroy. No matter how strong your hate is, it will never bring back Taeko, Mayumi, or any of the people you've lost. That doesn't mean you were ever supposed to let the memories of their humanity die with them. We were happy, Gekko! They were our family! The Senkumo name is not just a monolith of tragedy, but its a reminder of a kind of happiness we will only ever experience with them. Some day, we'll love again, and create more beautiful memories again. But this here, this era, these people, these memories? They're one of a kind. So, Gekko...just promise me this. No matter what you choose to do from now on...don't hate yourself anymore. Everyone may be gone, but as long as you carry the Senkumo name...they will always be with you. Now, and forever.
The sunshine began to close upon her, her very existence fading along with it. Tsukiakari realized the burden of her work, to return lost and now painful memories to the person that discarded them. "Noriko's" very existence was all the proof she needed that she spoke the truth, that there was still tenderness and pain beneath her endless rage. She discarded her memories in her mind, but her heart still yearned for them to return, even if they were painful to recall.
Tsukiakari: Thank you. Thank you so much for your hard work. You were right. I was blessed to know them. I was blessed to sit with them under our proud and ancient oaks, listening to the bird song of dawn. Elating and grieving beneath sapphire skies and huddled around warm, amber fires in the comfort of night's starry abyss...those were indeed special days. The Senkumo clan was everything I could've ever wanted it to be. That's why I'm going to cut down the serpents that plotted its demise. I can't promise you I'll stop chasing revenge, but I can tell you this. Come home now...and rest. Through you, I've become whole again. My rent and riven heart still bleeds, but I know now that it's still whole. It's all thanks to you.
Noriko respectfully bowed her head and smiled, the light around her finally succumbing to the shade of the clouded heavens. Falling leaves gracefully swayed about in the air, slowly landing, like feathers, where Noriko stood as she disappeared. A 'phantom' cast by the heart eventually returns to the heart, as she hinted when they first met. Though in reality, they've known each other all this time. Now, there was no "each other" to speak of. Only Tsukiakari Senkumo.
Tsukiakari: Thank you...
*N O I R*(All has been restored to me. The bliss I've lost, the sorrow I chose to forget. I protected myself by obliterating all of it, remembering only the rage that comes after. But now...if I am to die in my quest for vengeance, I can say I will die whole, with my heart and memories intact. I'll die with the true memory of what the Senkumo clan was...and who I was. This is no longer about vengeance for me. No, not at all. This is vengeance for each and every one of them. I will see this task done. I will drag them all to hell.)
The clouds above her head grew darker and darker as she approached the very outskirts of Kyoto. Rain plummeted from the sky and pelted the area, soaking Tsukiakari's hair and kimono. Very few buildings were scattered about on the outskirts, all of them just as ruined and abandoned as the empty heart of the city. Ripped planks of soot-covered wood were scattered around the mud at her feet, the ruined and quaint house once belonging to a leather tanner. The war goddess was determined to murder her uncle.
Uzume: Don't do this, Gekko.
Tsukiakari could've recognized that soothing voice anywhere. The voice of Uzume, the goddess of beauty and fertility. The Yamato-nadeshiko was modeled after her likeness, her long-straight, black hair and wide, brown eyes. A small beauty mark below her glistening, pink lips decorated her porcelain skin. Tsukiakari saw her white and gold-trimmed kimono was untouched by the rain, unblemished by the mud at her feet.
Tsukiakari: Don't have the courage to face me in person, Uzume? Your parlor tricks were always your worst quality. It's needless too. You're the last person I would ever want to kill.
Uzume: If you do this, there will be no turning back. Bishamon will retaliate. Heaven will despise you more than it already does, and your mother will be heartbroken.
Tsukiakari: Bishamon already tried to dispose of me, Heaven has long since repudiated me, and my mother is nothing but cold and calculating. Do you specialize in the art of lazy lies as well as fertility now, Uzume? You will not stop me.
Uzume: I just don't want our little princess to get hurt...
(Little princess...Uzume was always a kind caretaker...)
Tsukiakari: I'm sorry, but those days are over. Your little princess was abandoned and morphed into a war goddess. I'm a grown woman now. I can make my own decisions.
Uzume:...I haven't told Oyamatsumi the Shoku Twins aren't accompanying you, but he's come armed regardless. Are you truly ready for that, Gekko? To kill your own kin?
Tsukiakari nodded.
Tsukiakari: More than ready.
Uzume sighed.
Uzume: Then, I suppose this is it. I won't stand to watch this...
Tsukiakari: I know. I don't want you to. Please...just remember me as your little princess, alright? That's all I want from you.
Uzume covered her quivering lips as her tears slipped through her closed eyes.
Uzume: Gekko...
The illusion drifted away, leaving Tsukiakari with distant by dear memories of her beloved caretaker, how she was a bundle of warm sunshine when her mother was cold and distant. Not a single place in her heart had hatred for Uzume. As soon as her uncle came to mind, the hatred returned in full force, booming inside her chest just as thunder began to boom behind the veil of the clouds. Her time of blooming had come and gone, her descent into madness decimated her. Her road to betrayal ignited the spark of her ire, and her phantoms revealed the truth of herself, her clan, and those around her.
Now was the time, the day, and the hour to deliver the grand finale of the long and brutal tale of the Senkumo clan. It would be a game of blood sports, a trial of destruction and chaos. It would be Tsukiakari's revenge, its manuscript written in blood. A perfect, miserable climax to the war opera orchestrated by Bishamon.
Tsukiakari: First up...Oyamatsumi.
A murderous glare illuminated her eyes as she marched deeper into the ruins of war-torn Kyoto, prepared to begin the first killing. Prepared to drown the Heavens in blood and drag the guilty down to hell. Her final tale, a book of revenge written in thickened blood.
It all begins with the downfall of her disgraced kin.