The ominous toll of the bells was what had Itachi looking up from the well he was hunched over, gathering water from. He knew that noise--the noise that demons were marching through, a warning for humans to take shelter. He recalled such a noise during his time as a soldier... but that was years ago, and now the young twenty-something-year-old was just another civilian. Those bells meant he needed to get home.

With a huff, he managed to pull the bucket out of the well, filled with water. He was dressed in a plan blue samue and sandals, hair in it's characteristic ponytail. The beautiful man sighed to himself as he started towards home--a decent walk, but if he hurried, he could make good time.

When he did arrive, the first thing he saw was the dotted trail of blood leading to his home, and he paused, staring down at it in surprise. Had someone injured come upon his home? Did it have to do with the demons? That thought had Itachi hurrying into his home.

The door closed--the blood dribbled along the wooden floor of his time cottage... and that's when he saw it--the long, pooling silver hair, the beautiful face--the blood, the red blood that stained the man's clothing and skin... but he wasn't a man at all, but--

He almost dropped the bucket. The bottom hit the floor loudly as he managed to keep it up right, only a little spilling as he stared at the injured creature with wide eyes. It was...

"...A fox spirit...?" He managed.