Akira Tessensu

• she/her • pansexual • dead •

Akira, the dead sister of the famous Satoshi Tessensu. She became a kitsune spirit, following her brother wherever he goes. Even though Satoshi may not see, or sense her presence, Akira is grateful that he has been taking care of himself during her absence.

Akira woke up, feeling nothing but the stone cold grave. Huh, where is she? Where is big brother Satoshi? All that she remembers was the cold blade that stabbed her back, overwhelmed with unbearable pain before she blacked out. Oh, that's right. She's dead. Akira let out a painful sob that was unheard throughout the peaceful night.

How is she supposed to cope through this? Akira can't be seen, or heard by anyone. She had tried her absolute best, but it isn't just working, no one can see her, no onr can hear her, no one can feel her presence. 'Maybe I should just wander around? And find a place to meditate?' the once chearful kitsune thought to herself. Yeah, let's do that. Akira wandered and wandered, she doesn't know how much time has passed. Days, weeks, months, years? Maybe Akira is destined to be alone then. And for the first time, she has truly fealt loneliness in her whole existance.

But then, one day, Akira heard a familiar voice, a voice so familiar that she almost burst into tears. 'Big brother, Satoshi.' The male kitsune was seen holding a katana, the other hand, with a fan. 'So, he kept it all this time,' Akira thought to herself. There was another kitsune beside Satoshi, they seem to be about the same age, albeit a little shorter. He wears dark blue robes, with a moon hairpin on his dark hair. A wonderful contrast, just like the sun and the moon. Akira now knows what can do, she will accompany her brother, though she can't be seen, the kitsune spirit is overjoyed. Maybe there is actually hope in this new life after all.