A Trail of Butterflies

Alive

(Your POV)
I could feel myself come alive; slowly. The world appeared around me, and heavy cloth laid across my shoulders, back, and arms.
I was in some kind of alleyway, crumbling brick walls on three sides and a chain fence with a tall gate on the last wall. It was dark and the full moon hung above the gate, an illuminescent sphere in an inky, star-splattered sky. My feet were bare, and some kind of cold liquid, probably water, was gathered below me. I wore a creamy white robe that was soft to the touch, but very thin.
A young man with long black hair that framed his face, and cat-like blue eyes stared at me. "Hello, Tsuki." He said, offering a black jacket to me. "Are you cold? It's almost *Fuyu so I'd expect you to need another layer."
I stuck my nose up to him. "You're hands are sweaty, there's no way I'm putting that on. You're armpits are probably even grosser."
The man's eyes narrowed. "You're like a female Yukiné..."
I frowned. "Who is Yukiné? Who are you?"
He stuck his tongue out. "I'm the Yato god, a god of war! You're my Shinki."
I turned away; something was prickling the back of my eyes, which sounded weird, but it was true. "Someone's watching us." I said softly.
The world turned a shade of pink, and a face appeared.
The man had gingery brown hair, green eyes, and black glasses. He seemed to look surprised, seeing me. But I didn't want him there, and something warm throbbed over a weird marking I noticed on my hand.
His face contorted into pain, and the light turned red before I found myself back with Yato.
"I saw someone! A man with glasses and ginger hair." I gasped.
Yato's eyes narrowed, pupils becoming like a cat's. "Bishamon."
"Who-?" Before I could get out the word, Yato turned to the fence, and atop it was a figure.
It was a woman, clad in skimpy clothes, and a hat. Her long blonde hair trailed behind her, and her violet eyes focused down on us. "Yato!"
I noticed a small pink flower in her ear, and the image of the man from the weird dream or whatever appeared in my mind.
"Taza!" Yato called, and I felt myself become whatever I had been before stepping into the world. Now the place was an empty white, besides shards of irridescent glass that floated around, changing color. There was a window into the real world, and I could see what was happening, kind of like I was floated next to Yato. Confidence filled my every fiber and I glared at the woman. She was a threat, and I was going to take her down.