Yuki's P.O.V.
Finally recuperating my sense of presence, the squid has inexplicably vanished and I recollect (f/n) and Tomoe's inopportune departure. My curiosity becomes me, and I make my way towards the hotel. There have been too many outlandish occurrences for such a brief stay. I gingerly open the door to my room, avoiding potential unsightly encounters. To my revelation, (f/n) lies sprawled across the bed, a small animal nuzzled to her chest. Slight sniffles stir the air and I grasp for her instinctively. Without hesitancy she latches onto me, fraught for succour. I glimpse over her apprehensive shoulder and witness an implausible sight. Tomoe has been reduced to a mere guise of his former self, a child taking his place. "Please... you have to help. I don't know what to do." A soft whimper devoid of courage escapes wearied lips. The weight of the predicament sets in and I study the wild fox with distain. I reach towards him, but recoil furiously at his incorrigible heat. He is unconscious, clinging to the prospect of life with each shallow breath.
"Who did this?" My voice is stern, indicating unexpected concern.
"I don't know. Everything froze and then there was a voice. I couldn't stop it. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Tomoe." She revives her remorseful fit, eventually coughing on void breaths.
"This kind of magic is inexplicably strong, the kind formed by a God in high regard. I'm at a loss for its reversal." I squeak, preparing for the wrath of a broken Goddess. "I only know of one way to find the answer." I quickly interject, praying for a promising response. (f/n) pulls away with unusual determination, her irises catching mine in a commanding hold. I am forced to speak, finally realizing the extent of her magical power. As if coupled to her will, her divine strength fluctuates, bearing its teeth in the face of adversity. The brilliance of life consumes me, and I speak devoid of my own free mind. This is the power of a true Goddess.
"The Divine Archives, a magical library engorged with the ultimate magical texts the yokai world has to offer. There should be a book among its shelves that houses the information we seek." I ponder the feat for a brief moment, realizing my mistake. "Unfortunately, an exorbitant amount of divine power is needed to summon the texts." I seek continuation but am halted promptly, scruples giving way to the wind.
"What is the incantation?" (f/n) hassles, her eyes sweltering with a (f/c) haze. The omnipotent mirage of a long forgotten yokai floods my mind, my breath surrendering at her presence. I avert my gaze towards Tomoe once more. His breaths have shallowed, the relentless sand of an unforgiving hourglass impinging on our fervor.
"Resurgemus Vetustissimum." I state with waning faith. Before the words have escaped my lips in their entirety, (f/n) has pressed her palms together in pray, kneeling before the familiar she holds so dear. Her first attempts at summoning the ancient novels are meek, earning vacancy in return. Frustration rises in her dampened manifestation, her divine power diminishing. It is impossible for an inferior God to attempt such a feat. "Keep focused." I bellow, weary of our improbable time constraint. She shakes her head vigorously, loosening all plausible doubt. An air of promise encircles the room, instilling one last venture at the timeless paradox we call hope. Suddenly, electricity kindles in the air, outlining a stroke of vivid luminescence across the room. The furniture begins to cower in trepidation at the insurmountable power enveloping our quarters. Finally, a vulgar shatter slashes the room in two, lightning piercing the ground in front of (f/n). As the smoulder clears, two books supersede the astounding light. I am left in awe of the magnificent display, perplexed at (f/n)'s unforeseen control. Who is this girl? Who is she really? Something reminiscent of a time before... My mind fluctuates, hanging on the subject too long. I concede defeat and return my attentiveness to the ever-inspiring girl who continues to contest with unfaltering determination. Her hands move like the silhouette of a captivated pianist, her conviction the melody, forbearing time her metronome.
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Transient Memories (Tomoe x Reader)
Fanfiction500 years ago a powerful Yokai gave her life to seal away a feral and relentless beast. Her powers were entrusted to her loyal friend and reigning Land God, Mikage, whom was coupled with her revival. 500 years later a new Land God appears and embark...
