Quick disclaimer! I own nothing except any OCs that may feature in this story. If you were a reader of the original Black Cats and Orange Skies, you will know that there were a few!

She was old.

Old enough to remember a time where humanity was ruled more by instincts than politics, old enough to remember when humans weren't such arrogant creatures and actually understood that they weren't at the top of the food chain, though granted they had always been arrogant, old enough to remember when yōkai were commonplace and not hidden.

Sometimes, she hated her immortality.

Time dulled all memories, made them fuzzy and unclear. It messed up the details, made you believe what wasn't true.

She still remembered, despite all the time that had past.

She remembered back when she had first been born, the eldest daughter of a panther yōkai and an elemental yōkai, an odd pairing considering they rarely mated outside of their respective clans. She remembered how her own family feared her after she set her room on fire and wondered whether she had always been meant to become what she had become, she remembered how she detached herself from her emotions and family, remembered how she didn't care that her family was killed by soldiers, remembered the looks on the soldiers faces as they were burned alive.

After her family had died and been buried and left to turn into food for the earth, she had become a wandering mercenary. Centuries had flown past and she was given the title of Kurenai no majo, Red witch. Eventually on her travels, she had met a yōkai sword smith by the name of Tōtōsai and commissioned him to make her a sword from one of her claws. He had done as she had asked but he had also warned her that the blade had a lust for blood that stemmed from her own. As such, she had named the blade Ketsueki Sakenomi, Blood Drinker.

A few more centuries had gone past before she eventually ran into an odd group of travellers. Curiosity, she mused later on, was one of her greatest weaknesses. But, she supposed, it wasn't everyday that you saw a miko in odd clothes, an inu hanyō, a demon slayer, a fox kit and a monk travelling together.

She learned through the grapevine that they were looking for shards of something called the Shikon no tama and, after many weeks of following their general direction, she finally helped them in battle. Occasionally, she would travel with them for a bit, but it had never been in her nature to stay in a large group for long.

Eventually, the Shikon no tama was completed and the miko and the inu hanyō defeated the demon they were bound to defeat. The miko returned to her original time, leaving the inu hanyō to sulk for three years before she was returned to him. The monk and the slayer were married and had several brats. The fox continued to cause mischief. As for her? She set off to travel.

She eventually left Japan and travelled through China and India before making her way to Italy.

There, she had become aware of a group of humans that could wield a fire they called Dying Will Flames. Apparently they manifested as a result of a person's will to survive a life threatening situation. Amused and mildly intrigued, she had looked into it and learned that there was different colours and each had a specific purpose. Red was to destroy, yellow to heal, blue to calm, violet was for propagation, indigo was for illusions and green was to make the body a tank. Orange, apparently, had the ability to cause the colours to harmonise, that colour was also the rarest. Idly, she had mused that maybe the fact the fire she could produce had flashes of both green and violet meant she had a little bit of those flames inside of her.

Time past, as it does and the group turned from vigilantism into the most powerful family in the mafia. She watched in detached amusement as the original purpose faded to the years.

She also came into contact with a man, an earthborn of all things, named Kawahira whose job was to find the people with the strongest flames and force pacifiers onto them. That would end up reverting all except the orange flame, sky, to two year olds within a matter of seconds.. With the sky it was slightly different, they could either retain their natural body and have a shortened life span or turn into toddlers like the rest. They were known as the Arcobaleno, the Strongest Seven.

In fact, they met because he wanted her to be the lightning Arcobaleno for that group but apparently they were rendered useless when they came into contact with daiyōkai. He hadn't been pleased and neither had she, for different reasons of course.

The world kept turning and before she knew it, she was bored again. Except there was nothing to alleviate her boredom this time. The mafia was boring, the so called "strongest" famiglia was unimpressive to the ancient daiyōkai. The demons were forced into hiding by priests, priestesses and monks years ago. When she would look back on it in the years to come, she would wonder how much of that dog bastard's temperament had rubbed off on her for her to move her soul into a new body.

But that is not the point of this tale.

When she opened her eyes after being born for the second time, she made sure to check that she was still a full demon and that her human parents hadn't caused her to lose any of her power. They hadn't, which was a relief for her.

She stared up into the eyes of the tired brunette, her mother, she guessed. That meant that the weak blond kicking up a fuss in the corner must be her father. How pathetic was it that she would be reborn as the daughter of that fool Giotto's descendant.

So it was that Yōso no Azami, daiyōkai, Kurenai no majo, wielder of Ketsueki Sakenomi among other things, was reborn as Tsunami Sawada.

Okay, listen. I did not plan on rewriting this, at least not this soon after putting every story of mine on hiatus. However, my friend, Hope, is an asshole and dared me to rewrite this so now I have to out of spite.

Some stuff will be changed, mainly because I no longer like it. This is basically a side project for me when I get bored of writing my original stuff so dont expect regular updates or anything, though when has that ever been expected with me?

So, here we go! Buckle in for me crying at my past self's mistakes, rewriting bits that I dont like and cursing out Hope whenever I get particularly annoyed.