Kamikaze Kaitou Ookami

Ch. 4 – One of Us

Author Note: Just a little more background information and an introduction of what's to come. There is a tiny lesson in Japanese Mythology at the end of this chapter. Yes, I know that the myth isn't fully correct, I tweeked it just slightly to say a horde or demons instead of "Wild shikome (foul women)." I tweaked it to fit in with this storyline. Why not, they do it all the time in Anime, Manga, and Video Games. The myth of Izanagi & Izanami can be found anywhere online with a search, as well as can be information about any of the other Gods or Goddesses mentioned.

Disclaimer: The original storyline that precedes this fanfic is property of Arina Tanemura's. All original characters of Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne belong to Arina Tanemura. The idea for this continuation fic is my own and all characters that are not from Arina Tanemura's original series belong to me, unless otherwise stated in later chapters. Thank you!

I stared at Yamamoto's back as he walked towards the main lobby of my apartment building. For a moment I couldn't move from shock. His words echoed through my mind, "Didn't I promise Nagoya-sensei that I would see you home safely?" He knew who I was, that I was Kaitou Ookami. Did he see me transform? I didn't know what to do, or how to respond.

"You promised what to whom?" I asked, running to catch up to him. Perhaps I could fake my way out of this. "I think you are mistaken." I added.

The next moments became a blur. "Baka, what are you doing!?" I heard Yamamoto growl in a low voice. Before I knew what was happening he pushed me up against the wall of the hall way that lead from the lobby to the back of the building. My heart jumped into my throat as he pulled me into a tight hug. At that same moment a gust of wind blew down the hall. I faintly became aware that we weren't alone in the hall as a woman from one of the apartments carried a laundry basket to the laundry room, which was located in a room at the back of the building. My cheek was crushed up against his hard chest and I could hear his heart beating against my ear. There was an odd sensation in my stomach, as if I had swallowed a dozen butterflies.

"All right, all right, break it up!" I heard Tomonori announce. I felt Yamamoto's hold loosen and looked to find my little tenshi brother pushing against Yamamoto's shoulder with all of his might. Normally, I would laugh at the sight, as ridiculous as it looked. However, my cheeks burned. That was the first time that I had ever been so close to guy like that. I raised my hands to my face with the attempt to cool and hide the blush. I could feel the weight of my long braided hair over my shoulder and knew that the previous gust of wind had been my spirit wolf returning to me. I was no longer Kaitou Ookami and this time I was certain that Yamamoto saw my transformation. "Don't try any funny stuff with my sister," I heard Tomonori chiding Yamamoto. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and looked out into the lobby in time to see the front sliding glass doors open and Maron-san rushing into the building carrying her 2-year-old daughter and being followed by what looked to be a 6-year old boy.

"Oh, thank goodness you're okay!" Maron-san cried with relief when she saw me down the hall, past the mailboxes.

"Hai, Daijoubu! Yes, I'm fine," I replied cheerfully, grateful for the distraction away from Yamamoto and Tomonori.

"It's all over the news!" Maron exclaimed, taking my hand with her free one and pulling me towards the elevators. I almost forgot that she and Nagoya sensei used to live in this same apartment building when they were in high school. "Sano-kun, Shinji, this way, hurry!" She called over her shoulder. I assumed that Shinji was the name of the little boy who had been following her. It took me a moment to realize that she was addressing Yamamoto, whose name was Sanosuke.

Luckily the elevator was already on the first floor, so we didn't have to wait. In the elevator, I positioned Maron-san between Yamamoto and me. Tomo-kun was being distracted by Maron's daughter, Natsuki. The little boy, Shinji, was staring up at Yamamoto as if he was trying to discern whether or not he had seen him before. Yamamoto shifted under the weight of the kids stare and raised a hand to the back of his head where he scratched in puzzlement.

Once the elevator stopped on the floor of my apartment, Maron pulled everyone along in a rush. It was almost as if she were leading us to HER apartment instead of mine.

After I unlocked the door, everyone piled into my apartment. I was relieved that my mother was at work. Maron walked straight to the TV and flipped it on. For the first time, I saw myself on the screen. The news was replaying a live recording of the encounter with the last Oni. Thankfully, the rain was so thick that it was like a sheet that hid most of the details. The figures were like silhouettes.

"I'm glad that you were with her, Sano-kun. I was worried that her injuries might impede her abilities." Maron's voice brought my mind away from the television and back to the room. I had almost forgotten that Yamamoto was with us. My cheeks warmed at the realization that he was in my apartment. Before I could give it much thought, though, I felt someone touching around my injured shoulder. It was funny how I had completely forgotten about it until now.

"Ouch!" I exclaimed in English and cringed away from the person at my side. I looked to find Maron-san start to peel away the tape that held my bandage. I was surprised to find that blood saturated the center of the gauze.

"Sit down," Maron instructed after leading me a couple of feet to the couch and pressing down on my uninjured shoulder with a stronger grip then I imagined she would have. She then disappeared into the kitchen and bathroom for what I imagined would be fresh gauze and a bowl of water. She returned and set to work cleaning the wound that was caused by the scratch from an Oni that I had previously executed. I turned my head to the other side and found that I sat beside Shinji-chan. He sat on the couch beside me with his arms and legs crossed. He was staring intensely at Yamamoto, who sat in the chair across from us. I glanced at Yamamoto to find that he looked extremely uncomfortable and was trying to avoid eye contact with the little boy who was staring at him by averting his eyes everywhere around the room. At one point, his eyes rested on mine. I dropped my gaze to stare at my feet when I felt the warmth creeping into my cheeks. I couldn't help be wonder what was up with me. Just because he hugged me like that, in order to keep someone from seeing my transformation, it didn't mean that I liked him or anything. I just respected him as my Senpai, being a grade ahead of me, and because he was the captain of the guys Kendo team, right?

"He's like us," Shinji announced suddenly, bringing everyone's attention to him, except for Tomo-kun who was being carried around by Natsuki-chan, as if he was a plush toy, as the two-year-old toddled around the apartment. He was also serving as a babysitter, keeping her from making bad choices about what to touch or pick up.

"What do you mean by that, Shinji?" Maron asked the boy as she gathered the extra gauze, the bowl of water and the wash cloth that she had used to clean my wound and took everything back into the kitchen. I looked at the boy with a raised eyebrow, completely floored by his comment. When I glanced at Yamamoto, though, I was surprised by his reaction. He was now leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and his full attention was focused on the boy.

"He has the same type of vibe as Natsuki-chan and me," the 6-year old stated with a nod of his head.

I had no idea what the kid was talking about. I stared from him to Yamamoto, who was now watching Shinji-chan with his head tilted to one side in curiosity.

"You don't remember," Shinji declared. "As you get older, you start to forget. I would have forgotten already if it wasn't for Maron and Chiaki." The boy continued to say. He seemed much older then he actually was. I was taken back with surprise that he was referring to two adults in such a casual manner. Maron didn't say anything however, and she set Natsuki, whom she had picked up on her was back from the kitchen, on the 6-year-olds lap. Shinji wrapped his arms restrictively around her in order to keep her from getting away and Tomo-kun flew to my other side with a sigh of relief. It seemed that the little girl had be pulling on his arms as if he were an action figure, because Tomonori had his arms crossed over his chest to rub at his sore shoulders.

"What don't I remember?" Yamamoto asked. I glanced towards him and was surprised to find that he had his full attention on the children before him.

"That you were an Angel in your previous life," Shinji answered.

Tomonori and I stared at one another in shock and simultaneously turned our gazes to the children and then from the children to Maron.

"Tenshi….Tenshi," the two-year-old, Natsuki, giggled and clapped her hands while bouncing in Shinji's lap.

"Are you sure about this?" Maron asked the boy while sitting on the other side of the children. "I didn't think that there were any more reincarnated Tenshi besides you and Fynn."

I was stunned speechless. Angels could reincarnate? I looked back at Tomo-kun to find that he and Yamamoto were staring at one another. "You mean that in my previous life, I was something like that?" Yamamoto questioned with his gaze fixed on Tomonori.

"Yes and no," Shinji answered. "You have to be a Sei-Tenshi, a pure tenshi, before you can reincarnate. Pure tenshi's are human size."

I must have looked really silly, staring back and forth between everyone with a dumbfounded expression, because it was Maron who spoke next, telling us the story of Fynn Fish and Access Time and how they were reborn as Minazuki Shinji and Nagoya Natsuki.

So, Yamamoto Sanosuke was once a Sei-Tenshi, and that's why he was able to see Tomo-kun. So, did that mean that I was once a tenshi as well, since I was also able to see Tomo-Kun and turn into Kaitou Ookami? I wondered if perhaps that meant that Yamamoto may also have some kind of hidden power.

"Thank you," Yamamoto's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "You have answered a few questions that I have had for awhile about who and what I am," he spoke to Shinji.

Later that evening, after everyone had left, Tomo-kun briefed me about what he had discovered through his research.

"There is Kami-sama," Tomonori began to explain. "Who is the all, yet none, yet one, meaning that he is supreme ultimate being? He is the God above all of the others. Maron-san and Nagoya sensei assisted him as Kaitous. However, every culture has their own Gods and Goddesses whom make up their culture, mythology, and spiritual beliefs. Like the Greek and Roman mythologies or the Nordic pantheon."

I nodded that I understood what he was talking about. "In Japan one of the national religions is Shinto, the belief and worship of the Kami," I added.

"Right," Tomo confirmed. "The main Goddess worshiped in the Shinto Religion is the Sun Goddess, Amaterasu. However, Amaterasu also has two brothers, the Moon God, Tsukiyomi and Susanoo, the God of the storm who also killed the Orochi in myth and legends.

Again, I nodded. This was all stuff that our mother had taught us from an early age. Our older brother, younger brother, and I that is, since Tomonori had already died.

"There was also Izanagi and Izanami, before Amaterasu, Tsukiyomi, or Susanoo ever existed. According to mythology, they created the first land mass and gave birth to the islands of Japan. However, it is said that Izanami died giving birth to Fire and that she went to Yomi, the underworld. Izanagi tried to follow her there and bring her back, but it was too late. She was already dead. She ordered him not to look at her, but he looked anyway and was frightened by her decaying body. When he fled from the underworld, it is said that she sent a horde of demons after him. When he made it to the entrance of the underworld, he blocked it with a huge boulder"

The story sounded vaguely familiar. I remembered hearing it before. It was probably among what our mother had taught us. "Izanami was so outraged at Izanagi that she swore to him she would kill 1000 people a day whereas Izanagi proclaimed that he would give life to 1500 people a day," I concluded with a nod. The myth has similarities with the Greek myth about Persephone.

"Well," Tomonori continued. "It seems that the seal on that boulder has been broken, and that is the cause of all of the Oni that have been appearing lately.