Two hundred years ago, a war broke out in Japan. A man named Arahabaki led Yokohama's warriors through the war, along with his kitsune lover, Osamu. He ended up dying a noble death, sacrificing his life to win them the war. Arahabaki's final moments were him bleeding out, held in his sobbing lover's arms as he tried desperately to stop the bleeding. After one final, I love you, Arahabaki passed, leaving the kitsune alone.

Now, two hundred years later, Arahabaki's soul had been reincarnated - now living as a man named Chuuya Nakahara. By some miracle, all of Arahabaki's memories came back to Chuuya over the years through the way of dreams, and he was twenty-two years old, he by chance ran into Osamu, who has been living as a human for some time now.

Chuuya was now twenty-seven years old and was happily married to Osamu. The two were heavily dependent on eachother, but especially Osamu. The kitsune clung to Chuuya every chance he got and was by his side the moment he even got the slightest of injuries. It... didn't take a genius to figure out how deeply impacted Osamu was by Arahabaki's death. Which... fair. If it didn't feel like such a distant memory for Chuuya, he's sure he'd be traumatized, too.

Today was the 250th anniversary for Arahabaki's passing, and Osamu was pretty on edge today. Nothing could have prepared Chuuya, though, for waking up at night to the feeling of water hitting his face and a pressure on his stomach. Opening his eyes, he finds himself laying on Osamu's lap in their bed as the kitsune holds him close, silently sobbing and in his true form, seven tails and all as he stares at Chuuya's stomach - right where Arahabaki's worst injury was all those years ago - with his hand putting pressure on it to stop the bleeding only he can see. This... this was the position he held Arahabaki in as he bled out.

After a few seconds of staring, Chuuya speaks up. "...Osamu..?" He asks. He knows Osamu is most likely in a flashback right now - he'll need to be delicate about this.