When Dazai was just a young kitsune - only having one tail - he met a demon named Chuuya. The two made quick friends and even quicker lovers, becoming inseparable. The two were soulmates. Unfortunately for them, they were still very young. Chuuya was slightly older by a few decades, and Dazai was barely a hundred. So, in order for the two to grow and develope before really settling down, the duo decided to part ways.

After that... everything went to hell for the kitsune. Some humans discovered him and offered to build him a shrine in their village. He decided, sure. Kitsune should have a shrine for themself, so why wouldn't he? Things were fine for a while.. until they weren't. He wanted to leave, and the humans didn't. Having a kitsune brought tourists and tourists brought money.

So, when the humans figured he'd be leaving for good, they took his hoshi no tama and are holding it captive. The humans stole the majority of Dazai's power - his essence, just like that. Of course, it's close enough to him at all times that he won't be harmed, but it's definitely being held over his head. So, without any choice, Dazai stayed at that village for four centuries.

Things, of course, didn't get any better from there. Things in the village only got worse and worse - as if a curse had befallen the humans, because, unbeknownst to them and Dazai, that's exactly what happened when they separated him from his hoshi no tama. The elderly started passing in rapid succession, random deaths were happening, and food and water became sparse. A drought hit the village, and what water they managed to get froze over when winter hit.

Everything came to a climax when an earthquake hit the village, killing any remaining human and demolishing every building in the process. The only thing left untouched was Dazai's shrine. What's worse? Dazai's hoshi no tama was in one of those buildings, now buried somewhere in the ruins... Great. It also doesn't get better! Being apart from his hoshi no tama for at least two centuries meant he was far from full strength, and Dazai knows he doesn't have much time left. He's getting weaker with each passing year and everything is becoming a task. If he doesn't reunite with his hoshi no tama soon....

Lifting rubble was a struggle, only made worse when winter came and everything got covered in snow, leaving Dazai to dig through the freezing cold in hope that he'll find something.

Maybe a decade into searching and still coming up with nothing, something changed. Today, Chuuya was traveling through the woods when he stumbled upon a currently empty shrine. Looking a little further off in the distance, he finds what's left of a collapsed village. In his travels, Chuuya has experienced and understood many different types of youkai, and what he feels now when looking at the remains of this once lively village... that's a kitsune's curse hanging in the air, alright. What really catches his eye, though, is the sight of someone digging through the snow in the debris.

Walking closer, he realizes it's a kitsune. A very familiar kitsune. Is that... Dazai? The kitsune hadn't noticed him yet, too busy doing.. whatever it is he's doing. Chuuya just stares for a moment, taking in the sight of his soulmate, who now has five tails. He looks... bad. Like... incredibly skinny and swimming in his blue yukata. There's bags under his eyes and he's shivering - overall, he looks exhausted and rundown. "....Osamu?" He speaks up, voice filled with worry.