-------------------TIME SHKIPZ-------------------

--------Chyroki-----

Finally the three wolves appeared in a moon washed field. Everything glowed in bright silver. Two large rocks stood in the cetner of the field. Chyroki went to one and Iyasu went to the other. Both rocks were stained red, with blood or minerals? No ne knows. Chyroki turned to Maka, "It has been shared between our packs by our great ancestors that when they had settled here to form the Packs, Amida and his millions of shinigami's greeted them, because so many lives were lsot for the battle of territory. These two rocks are the portal to the death gods' world and ours. We can only dream ourselves into them, being as we are alive and not dead. Iyasu and I have been discussing this. It hasn't actually been tested before, venturing into the death gods' world, but perhaps the death gods' will take lightly on us for both Packs are on... more-or-less friendly terms with Amida." Laying down and placing his nose on the rock, he motioned for Iyasu to do the same. "You can either travel with me or Iyasu-kun, Maka. Either way, we would like you to accompany us since Okami is your mate, and you two had brought together the peace of the Packs." And with that, Chyroki fell asleep, his sleeping soul slipping away through the portal.

-------Nibui------------

"As like you said, my Lord, as you predicted and foretold, Maka speaks of pups." Nibui bowed his head.

"With whom?" asked his master, who's red eyes glistened in the forever darkness of his cavern.

"Me, or perhaps Okami." replied Nibui.

"Make sure it will be you."

"But you predicted it would be both, my Lord."

"Make sure you are first then. Dismiss!"
(..... im trying to leave as much mysterious cliff hanger with Nibui as I can. XD)

--------------Okami----------

"But he cannot die yet," murmured a feminine voice. "He and Maka has a destiny to fulfill!"

"If I recall, Tsukuyomi, you were the one who had overwhelmed him of his strength." replied a cracked, hoars, but frightening voice of another male. "You should know that dreams with the gods to wolves who are not medicine wolves overwhelms them of their power and strength. I am just playing by my rules. Even I have stayed back from the Earth realm since the Greeting Massacre."

Okami's ear twitches as he heard these two voices converse. He opened his eyes to find himself in a mist shrouded environment. It was dark, and misty, with raging fires of Hell being burned high ontop in torches laid with hay. The ground was rocky, and cracked and even was stained with blood; the air reeked with blood. Okami turned his head to look at the two conversing things, but immediately regretted it, for now there was a hissing pain in his eyes, blinding him momentarily. One was a silver shining figure, dressed in a Japanese gown laced with white ribbons. Though her gown was dark blue, the blazing silver light behind her was enough to overpower the sun. Her black hair flowed over her pale skin, making her look even brighter. The one standing before her was a man blanketed by black haze. It seemed that his whole body was constructed of bones. His red-and-yellow eyes were home to pointed, slitted pupils. He had long, pointed ears and black, spiky hair. Claws laced with golden rings and blood-tipped fingers stretched in a bony posture. Even this figure was hard to look at without either being blind, or gagging up last night's prey. Okami looked away, whimpering. "He wakes," cried the man.

And immediately, the brightness vanished. Okami opened his eyes to see two wolves standing before him. One, he knew for sure, was Tsukuyomi, for he had met her several times before. The other wolf looked fierce. He had a buffalo skull masking the top of his head, covering everything on his noggin except for his eyes, nose, and jaw. His thick, black fur was matted with blood, and, instead of having a wolf's tail, he had a long snake-like tial that ended with an bony arrow. This wolf was massive, huge! And could easily outpower the toughest Alpha alive. Okami knew why. This wolf was Amida, the Japanese death god. Looking past Amida, Okami could see several shinigami floating and stampeding outside, ignoring the business inside this humungous cavern.

"Good morning sleepy-head," Amida chuckled. "Tsukuyomi and I were just discussing about whether you should live.... or die."


(omg. this has to be the longest post I have ever created! [okay, not really] but it's huge! o.o)

----Chyroki----

Up ahead there was a wall of ten or more Shinogamis guarding the gate to the real realm. Some of them were just plain ugly, while others gave off a haunting sight that would never let you forget. Two of them drifted to the three newcomers. One had a body constructed of mucle and bones. Itseemed backwards, the design. Instead of its skeleton system being inside its body, it was outside. Muscles squeezed and wriggled through the skinny rib bones and arm bones. Blades protruded from the muscles. The other one had a buffalo head with a reptilian-human based body. These two things looked to be more as mutated scum than miniature death gods.

"We came to speak with Amida with Okami's trial."

The skeleton Shinogami gave out a frightening hiss. IT sounded like it was a mixture of screams. Chyroki did his best not to back down and scamper away. "We are the wolves of the two packs that you and your kind has greeted several millenia ago. Remember the Greetings Massacre?" The skeleton Shinogami gave out another hiss/roar/scream thing. It was clear that some were frightened by their appearance in their own realm. Never before did wolves from these two packs entered their world. No one knew it was possible.


-------Okami----------

The black wolf could not look away from Amida's eyes. They were two great balls of fire lyring him in to the darkest pits of the death god's soul. "Amida!" Tsukuyomi snapped. The wolf form of the death god gave out a howling cackle. He lashed his devil tail and padded back a few spaces.

-----Chyroki----

The Shinogami screeched in her face, "Okami is to be trialed.  No one other than those belonging to the jury shall take event in this prosecution.  Leave before your souls are devoured!" The Skeleton Shinogami gave its most heart freezing roar, blood trickling from its mouth.  The other Shinogami did the same.

"Why?  Is it really his time?" Chyroki asked.

"That is for Amida to decide." The Skeleton Shinogami advanced on the wolves.  "Leave now!"

"Not w-without Okami."

"You are lucky you two aren't dead.  It is mostly the bravery of the she-wolf that prevents us from doing so." The Shinogami's glare landed on Maka.  "Give us a reason to let you pass."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

-----Okami-----

Okami felt shaky, weak, after looking into Amida's eyes.  He began wondering why he was here, and where exactly is here?  Where's Maka, his love?  He was so confused.

The skeletal Shinogami looked at the others before looking back at the she-wolf.  The Shinogami parted out of the way.  The reptilian looking one quickly skidded to the gate, thwacked it with its tail, then turned around with its eyes glaring at the two wolves.  the gate opened.  "We admire your bravery and determination," the reptilian Shinogami said.  "Though beware, She-Wolf.  You have the blood of a goddess in you, Amida will not take kindly to you, especially when Tsukoyomi is present."

Chyroki widened his eyes and ran to help his friend.  "I'm coming, Maka!"  But the ground gave way beneath him, too, and he began to plunge, stopping only when be bit down on Maka's tail.  "Sorry!" he yelped apologetically up to her.  He could hear the Shinogami screech above them by the gate.  Clearly they were amused.

"Maka!" Chyroki howled.  He watched as Maka's form plunged down the white tunnel.  His heart dropped, as well as his ears and tail.  He backed a few paces away, breathless, eyes wide in disbelief.  This was all his fault!  "Oh no, no no no no."  He could hear the Shinogami laughing and howling behind him.  He shook his head.  He needed to do this for Maka.  He must find Okami.  "I'll find him, don't worry," the medicine wolf murmured.  He then raced hurriedly  up the path to the giant building ahead on top of a monstrosity of a mountain.

Okami was picked up by the scruff by one of Amida's Shinogami.  The Moonpack wolf was placed on a set of scales; the other platform had a skull.  The scales didn't even sway as Okami was placed upon it, and he soon found out why: the scales were broken.
"Just something to lighten up the way I do things," Amida cackled darkly.  "Justice has changed the world, is that not so, Okami?"
Okami didn't say anything, his thoughts drifting off to Maka, the only thing he could think about.  Was she safe?  Is she well?  His heart felt a million times heavier as he realized that he could never give her the joy of parenting pups.  He bowed his head, a tear running down from his eyes.  He wanted his death to come quickly, his soul to be entrapped in this realm.  He deserved to be tortured.
"Amida, he can't die.  His time has not yet come; he has a great role of destiny to fill!" Tsu objected angrily.  "It is not his time!"
"Okami, Okami!
Okami raised his head and widened his eyes as he saw Chyroki running towards him.  "Okami, hang on!"

Chyroki ran in the judging hall.  "Let Okami go!  He was a mate and a pack to attend to!"
"It is not my calling whether one dies or not, but their soul's calling.  I am just the keeper of their spirits.  I have no say whether he shall come back to your realm or not."
"And that is a lie!" Tsu growled.  "If Okami's spirit is trapped here, then it will unbalance things, and you know it!  Let him return!"
"Why can't I toy with him just a bit longer?" Amida drifted close to Okami's face, "Look within yourself, Wolf.  What do you see?"
Okami closed his eyes, seeing nothing but black, but then images did appear after a short second.  Images of blood, of him killing other wolves in one of the many battles between the DayPack and the MoonPack.  He saw the outlines of pups that Maka would never have because of him.  He saw Maka herself, beaten and bloodied, lying on the cold hard ground.  He snapped open his eyes and howled, his voice laced with sorrow and heartache, yearning fro the young she-wolf.  "Maka!"
Amida grinned, "Your dark thoughts outweigh the good, Okami,"  The death god's eyes began to glow an even brighter red.  "Is there any good left within you?"  Dark wisps drifted form the ground and wrapped themselves around Okami, becoming solid and squeezing the tired mutt.  Okami howled this time in pain.
"No!  Amida, hear my pleas!  Stop this madness!  What good will the world have if the Samurai of Night is no longer present among us?" Chyroki yelped.

Okami's ears perked as he heard a familiar howl.  Everyone else seemed to be confused as to hear such a thing, when they thought no wolves but they were present.  Okami's spirits lifted as well as his heart, and his tail began to wag.  He began howling in tune.  Tsukuyomi-No-Mikoto immediately realized what it was.  She looked at Amida, "Let the Samurai of Night and the Samurai of Day unite, Amida.  You know very well that their love will save even us, and you know better than to come in between two loves of whom both are equally entwined of their importance in this destiny of theirs.  Of ours.  The world's.  There shall be no trial for Okami-No-Mikoto, Samurai of Night, The Prince God of the Moon, the son of Tsukuyomi-No-Mikoto." Chyroki widened his eyes as the moon goddess claimed him as her son.  Could it be?  Could he really be?  Could him and Maka both be the ones to fulfill the prophecy of legend?  They must be.  The gods speak of it.  Amida hesitated, then gave a faint nod.  Tsukuyomi looked down lovingly at her pup, "Go, Son.  Reunite with your mate, and fulfill your destinies.  Become legend, my pup."  Okami did not give it a second thought.  He was happy when the bindings were released, and he jumped happily off of the scales and ran out of the sanctuary.  "Maka!  Maka, where are you?" he howled.

Okami smiled and nudged her with his muzzle, licking her cheek as he so dearly had missed her.  "Amaterasu birthed a beautiful pup, then." Okami licked all over her face.  His heart fell whole again as he was reunited with his love.  "I am so sorry Maka, for everything.  I'm so sorry," he whimpered.  He still felt dreadfully guilty for all the damage he had done to her, for all the dreams of her's that he had crushed.  But he was curious, too, and a bit frightened at seeing her here -crushed dreams or not.  "You're not dead, are you?  I saw Chyroki.  Is he dead too?  Is there something going on?"