-SPOILER ALERT IF YOU ARE NOT CAUGHT UP WITH MANGA-

The hafuri vessel Nana sat beside her new master's bedside. Though Nana herself was able to make a miraculously fast recovery, the goddess Bishamonten was a different story.

It had been a week since the battle against heaven and Bishamon's personal skirmish against the sorcerer who also happened to be Yato's father.

She had sustained heavy injuries, and was covered in bandages from head to toe.

Nana watched as Bishamon breathed, dangerously slow and shallow.

Suddenly, a hitch in Bishamon's breath caught Nana's attention. Nana stood abruptly, to check on her. She approached her bedside, reaching out to place her hand under Bishamon's nose and make sure she was still breathing.

"Yomi..." A soft whisper escaped from Bishamon's lips.

Nana tilted her head in confusion. "What? Bishamonten, are you awake?" Nana poked at her cheek.

"Yomi." Another hoarse whisper came from Bishamon.

"What is Yomi?" Nana asked her.

They were interrupted by Kuraha entering the room.

"Any change?" Kuraha looked to Nana hopefully.

"She's been stirring." Nana replied. "And she is talking in her sleep. Something about Yomi?"

"Yomi?" Kuraha looked puzzled. "You're sure that's what she said?"

As if to confirm, Bishamon whispered the word once more, this time her hand reached out as if to touch someone beside her.

"Does the word have any meaning to you?" Nana asked.

"Not particularly, I mean, not any special meaning that I can recall." Kuraha shook his head. "Kazuma may know better than I but no one has seen him since the debacle with Heaven."

"Yomi." Bishamon's voice cracked as she called out, a bit louder and stronger this time.

"I don't know what she is talking about." Karuha simply shook his head in confusion. "Did she mention anything else as context?"

"Not since I have been here." Nana answered honestly.

The door opened once more and Aiha and Kinuha stepped inside, the latter carrying a tray with a bowl of soup and a glass of water.

"Is she awake yet?" Aiha looked hopeful.

"She's at least conscious, we think." Kuraha scratches his chin. "Do either of you recall our lady speaking about 'Yomi'? Lady Bishamon has been muttering it in her sleep."

Kinuha and Aiha exchanges confused glances as Kinuha placed the tray on the bedside table.

"Besides slang for the Land of the Dead? No."

"Ah! That is where I've heard it! Of course! She must be dreaming about her time rescuing the Yato god from Izanami's realm." Kuraha explained.

"She made it back from the land of the dead alive?" Nana marveled.

"She is the supreme god of war." Aiha bragged.

A cough resounded from the bed and all four shinki turned to see Bishamon stirring once more.

She swallowed hard, and slowly her eyes began to flutter open. She squinted at the sunlight streaming through the window.

"My lady? My lady are you alright?" Kuraha soothed.

As Bishamon's eyes adjusted to the light, she began to look at the people surrounding her. Her expression went from tired to confused to scared.

"Lady Bishamon?" Kinuha prodded. "Are you alright?"

"Who- who are you?" Bishamon's voice rasped.

Kinuha was taken aback. "I- I am Kinuha, your shinki, my lady."

"I don't have shinki with that suffix." Bishamon scrunched her eyebrows together. "Where is Aabharana?"

"My lady, we do not know that name." Aiha answered.

"She is my guide." Bishamon explained. "She never leaves my side, where is she?"

"My lady-"

"I do not know you. Why are you calling me your lady? Where is Aabharana? What have you done with her?" Bishamon began looking around frantically. Then she spotted her body covered in bandages. "What have you done to me?"

"Lady Bishamon, you were hurt, remember? In your battle against the heavens?" Kuraha reminded her.

Bishamon began to raise herself up out of bed.

"No, don't get up. You'll hurt yourself more!" Kinuha demanded.

Bishamon ignores her orders and sat upright. "Where is my husband?"

"Your- your what?" Aiha shouted in confusion.

"Where is Tsukiyomi?" Bishamon demanded.

The shinki all looked around at one another in confused silence.

"Fine, if you won't tell me I will look for him myself." Bishamon swing her legs off the side of her bed and began to rise.

"My lady, please. You need more rest." Kuraha pleaded.

Bishamon brushed him off. "I need to find my husband." She stood shakily.

"My lady we can't let you leave, you're still injured!" Aiha stated.

"Don't try to stop me. I am Bishamon, God of War. I do as I please." She proclaimed, taking a step.

"Lady Bishamon, please. Kinuha reaches out to try and convince her to lay back down.

Bishamon, though still sore and beaten down, still had the spirit of a god of war. She evaded Kinuha's grasp, and mustered all the strength she had to to run from the room and the shinki that tried to hold her back.

"My lady!" Kuraha called after her.

Bishamon continued running down the long expansive halls of her mansion. She became more and more confused and scared as she did not recognize anything or anyone she came across. Multiple shinki called out to her in confusion, but she didn't recognize them, so she didn't stop.

As she ran, she pulled at the bandages that covered her arms, chest, and head. Below them she found nasty scratches and bruises, and she didn't know why she had them, or how she had gotten them.

She spotted an open door that led outside, and she ran through it.

At this point anyone who saw her would think she was absolutely deranged. She was bleeding from multiple wounds, her hair was flowing all about her, and she was dressed in only a simple, long white nightgown.

"My lady!" Kinuha, Kuraha, Aiha, And Nana had followed her outside, but this only made Bishamon more desperate to escape.

As she ran, she created a portal to the human realm, and jumped through it.

She came out the other side in the middle of a lush green forest. Tall trees surrounded her and soft grass soothed her aching feet. But she felt she had to keep running, she sensed he was near.

Bishamon ran through the forest u til she came upon the edge of it, and once again she saw hard ground.

This time, strange advanced vehicles were careening down the streets, which were paved with a hard black rock.

The humans were dressed in cloth she was not familiar with, in styles she didn't recognize. She continued to run.

She ran past a shop, where a woman with pink hair and a large man with black hair and a beard sat on the porch step, staring, dumbfounded at her.

"Bisha?" The woman with pink hair yelled.

Bishamon looked at them, but not recognizing them either, she pushed forward.

The man and woman followed behind her. As Bishamon noticed this, she tried to shake them off her tail.

She ran into the middle of the street, and the vehicles, not seeming to notice her, whizzed by at alarming speeds. Speeds Bishamon didn't know vehicles could be capable of.

She paused, standing in the middle of the road, watching as the vehicles zoomed by.

And then he appeared.

"Hey, psycho chick! What the hell Do you think you're doing? Are you that set on dying?" A familiar voice called out to her.

Bishamon turned and saw him.

He looked different. His dark as night hair was tied back behind his head. He wore odd clothes of black and white, and brown shoes that looked to be made of cow leather.

But she looked into his pale blue eyes, eyes that reminded her of the moon's reflection on a calm ocean surface, and she knew it was him. It was him.

"Yomi." She breathed.

Then, she promptly managed to lose consciousness in the middle of the busy street.

She would have fallen to the ground, but he caught her, safely in his arms.