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long before he was the wind hero, before he was the wanderer, and even before becoming a harbinger, he was the kabukimono.
he didn’t quite have a name, other than the title given to him by the people of tatarasuna, and neither had the nameless child.
but he had been content with it, for there was no need for names with the doll made in his likeliness in one hand, and the child’s hand in his other as they took a little walk to give the child fresh air.
that was enough.
when fujin looked back centuries later, he wondered if the nameless child could’ve had a chance in this world. he wondered if he should’ve given the child a name to remember him by.
now his memories of that time were starting to fade. at first, he had panicked, not remembering exactly how the boy sounded. was his voice higher than fujin remembered?
he's made peace with it now. some things simply do not escape time.
he has eri now, who is so much like the boy yet completely different. they're both sweet, but where the boy was sickly, eri was healthy.
fujin thinks its a sign that maybe, just maybe, this time he'll do everything right.