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ShiningHearts Pretty Cure has been put on hiatus a bit (you can read it on Fanfiction.net), but this will be taking it's place. I hope you enjoy it.
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Many years ago, before you and I were born, the world was created by gods.
And the gods that created the world created two rather important gods. You may know them as Izanagi no Mikoto and Izanami no Kami. They became the gods of creation, and in the process made Japan, gave birth to other gods, and eventually creating us humans.
However, Izanami gave birth to the deity known as Kagu-Tsuchi, the incarnation of fire. But that child had burned her deeply upon birth, and she eventually succumbed to her wounds and died.
Distraught, Izanagi killed and beheaded Kagu-Tsuchi, and in the process gave birth to many gods in the process.
But he could not live without his beloved Izanami by his side. And so he traveled to the land of the Yomi, Yomitsu Hirasaka, where all of the dead resided. He believed he would find his beloved Izanami there.
And he had. But the shadows of Yomotsu Hirasaka had hidden her from him, for he could not see her form. He implored her to return with him to the land of the living, but Izanami replied, “My beloved, I cannot return with you. For I have become one with the land of the dead and am forever bound by its soil.â€
Izanagi could not accept this, but Izanami appeased his impatience. “Wait for me, for I will ask permission from those of this realm to grant my leave.â€
And so Izanagi waited. And waited, and waited. He could wait no longer and followed after Izanami. Once more, he caught up with her, and lit a torch to see her again.
What he had seen instilled much fear within him. What was once the beautiful Izanami became a horrid grotesque corpse, decaying and rotten. In fear, he fled. Ashamed, Izanami gave chase after him. She sent after him her minions, the Yomotsu-Shikome and Yomotsu-Ikusa, as well as her own offspring Fuujin and Raijin, to bring him back into Yomotsu Hirasaka to be one with her forever.
Fighting off his pursuers, Izanagi escaped the Yomotsu Hirasaka and sealed it with a barrier that was to be unbreakable. Izanami saw him and what he had done, now separated from him for all eternity. Betrayed by him, she cursed him. “You foul wretch! If you leave me now, you will regret this for all eternity! For I curse you, Izanagi! I curse you, that one thousand of your living will die every day!â€
Knowing that this was the end, Izanagi countered, “And for every thousand you kill, I, Izanagi, will give life to fifteen hundred more.â€
The barrier separated them, and Izanami, no matter how much she pressed against it, could not reach Izanagi. She cried out to him as he left, but her cries fell on deaf ears.
That was the end of the legends of Izanagi no Mikoto and Izanami no Kami.
*****
In the light of the full moon, a girl with long flowing silver hair looked down at the streets of Seitenka-machi. She was garbed in what seemed to be a navy blue kimono that was cut short at the thighs, tied by a silver obi-sash into a ribbon in the back. Its long tails flowed in the wind. Her sleeves were cut from the shoulders, held by straps of cloth as they dangled over the upper arms and to her wrists. Twin silver gauntlets wrapped around them at the wrists. The golden crescent moon, bent upwards, hung over her chest. In its center was a green magatama jewel. She bore an ornament over her head shaped like a crescent, met together by two clouds whose tails jutted outwards. Her eyes were silver like the moon, staring intently at the lit streets.
“Are you sure you know where it went?†said a voice by her side. It was a black crow, big-headed with a miniature body. Its defining feature was its third leg and third eye. “It seems to be rather crafty.â€
“In the end, all Yomi are the same,†said the girl as she flicked her long hair. “They crave nothing but the despair of the living by feeding off a host body. In turn, they inflict despair themselves with their newfound physical form. They are nothing but wild, savage beasts. And savage beasts should be hunted.â€
“Even if they are still alive in the inside?†said the crow.
“A human who is possessed by the Yomi no longer have the right to live,†she retorted rather coldly. “It is not my concern what happens to them. After all, all humans will die eventually.â€
“That’s cold. I don’t believe he will condone your actions, you know.â€
The girl scoffed. “He understood the deal we made. Nothing will change it. I will continue my mission. That is all I have left, anyway.â€
“Whatever you say, kiddo. Oh, there it is. The Yomotsu-Ikusa must’ve sensed your bloodlust.â€
“Confirmed. Let’s go, Yata.â€
“Of course, Cure Tsukuyomi.â€
And so the girl leapt from her high perch. In the exposed light of the streets stood a grotesque gangling figure. It wore a large cone-like straw mask and bore a samurai’s shoulder armor. It wielded a polearm with its blade fanning outward slightly. It gurgled and growled at the sight of Cure Tsukuyomi as it pointed its spear at her. In return, he raised her fists and took a fighting stance.
Then they launched at each other.
*****
“I’m home!†called out a bright voice from the doorway. The girl who had just returned had medium-length black hair, her uniform that of a white and blue standard sailor uniform. She took her sneakers off at the door way and walked into the hall. “Sorry for being late, mom! I fell asleep at the library…â€
“Ah, mou,†her mother sighed as she untied her apron. “And here, I was wondering what had happened to you, Amane. You rarely stay away from home this late. So, what were you reading?â€
Amane Tatsunagi smiled as she placed her bag on the table. “Oh, just some history. I wanted to read the story of Izanagi no Mikoto and Izanami no Kami again.â€
“Well, don’t stay out to late next time.†Orihime Tatsunagi sighed once more as she poured herself a glass of water. “The office has been pretty busy with the recent beatings as of late. It’s been baffling us as of late, and we can’t ever seem to catch the perpetrator.â€
“I’ll be okay, mom! I promise!â€
Orihime looked at Amane once more. Behind her daughter was a portrait of herself in her younger days, and a man who looked just a year older than her. He looked like a detective, and she was in her police officer uniform in the picture. “Are you sure? Your father said the same thing, you know…â€
“I’ll be okay, mom.†Amane smiled brightly. She then turned to the picture she noticed her mother was looking at. “I promised him, after all. That no matter what, I’ll keep on living. And live every day like my last.â€
With a sigh, Orihime walked to Amane and hugged her from behind. “You’re such a handful, you know,†she teased. “Just be careful. I don’t think I can stand losing you as well.â€
“I know, mom…â€
*****
In the darkness of a small room, filled with strange antiques along the walls and on the shelves, a man sat in the darkness. The only light that illuminated that small room, albeit barely, emanated from a small spherical jewel. It was glowing a bright orange, like that of the sun.
“Soon…†he said as he touched the jewel on the case it rested on.
In its reflection, which was once empty, revealed that of a girl with medium-length black hair, and a smile as bright as the sun.
*****
This is a story where life and death battles against each other in the realm of the living. A story where three girls are chosen from the veil of death that hangs over them and become the warriors of life. A story where ideologies between life and death clash, and allies become enemies, and enemies become allies.
And in light of all this exists a single hope.
That beyond the throes of death is the will to keep on living.
And so these girls must become gods to battle gods.
They are the Legendary Warriors, Pretty Cure.
They are the
Sacred Regalia Pretty Cure.
) Anyways, the concepts I have in mind are:
