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Adult ++
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6
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3,704
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7
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I do not own Wolfs Rain, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
He's Come For Us
CH 2
I’ve always felt as if something were missing from my life…something that was once familiar, but is now no more. Of course this is impossible. After all, how could a young woman of nineteen years just forget a tremendous portion of her life as if it never existed?
To be perfectly honest, I do have memories, but very standard, predictable ones such as my foster family and I having a picnic and just enjoying life in general. I hate to sound as if I’m in denial of such fond memories, yet they’re all warm and fuzzy. I can’t recollect a single moment when I was unhappy beyond this point and time in my life.
Weird? Very.
I mean, everyone else I’ve come in contact with has been able to tell me horrific stories such as deaths in the family or betrayal by a close friend, so why can’t I?
My little step-brother Toboe and I share the same fate, yet I’m afraid I’d frighten him if I told him that it wasn’t normal. He’s easily worried over nothing, making him even more of a hypochondriac than myself.
I love the runt dearly, but his naturally inquisitive nature can be unnerving sometimes. I’m truly surprised that he hasn’t come to me with questions already, what with his constant, ‘Blue, what’s that?...Blue, what’s the meaning of the universe?...Blue, is it natural to have hair down there?’
Blue, Blue, Blue, Blue, Blue…that’s all I ever hear, anymore. I have to admit that I find it to be rather flattering that he chooses to confide in me opposed to our step-parents, yet the very notion that he could one day ask the dreaded question continues to linger deep within my mind like a dark and ominous cloud.
What would I say? ‘No, Toboe, you’re crazy…go take a Percocet.’? I don’t think so. The kid’s not that easily deceived.
Grabbing my jacket from off of the back of the kitchen chair, I headed into the foyer in order to make my leave. Needless to say, I can never think properly without clearing my head, so I figured that a nice little walk would do me some good.
Exiting our small house which was sandwiched in-between other houses, as was the custom in this city, I ran a hand through my coal-black hair and took in a deep intake of air. It smelled of hotdogs and exhaust; not my favorite combo, yet it was nonetheless very pleasant. It smelled of home.
Passing Lou the hot dog man, I waved, smiling as he tipped an imaginary hat in my direction. He was one of the sweetest men that I knew, which was truly saying a lot. Most of the men in this city are swine, yet I can’t complain. I rarely pay them any attention since they aren’t worth my time…not a single one of them.
“Blue!”
I froze in mid-step, my mind whirring a mile a minute. That voice…
“Blue!”, the masculine voice persisted, only closer this time.
I slowly pivoted around on the heel of my boot, my clear blue eyes widening as I found myself face-to-face with a tall young man with scruffy light brown hair and lovely turquoise eyes. “Wh-who are you?”, I demanded, my mouth now terribly dry.
The young man appeared to be completely taken aback by my question. “Blue…it’s me”, he insisted, suddenly taking me by the wrist. “It’s Kiba.”
I blinked. “Kiba?”
“You remember?”, he asked hopefully, relief immediately washing across his handsome features like poetry in motion.
I slowly shook my head. “No…I’m sorry. I’ve never heard that name before.”
Kiba suddenly frowned deeply, his hand releasing my wrist in what appeared to be tremendous frustration. “Blue, please…I must speak with you and Toboe immediately.”
I gasped, my eyes now widening considerably. “Toboe? W-what do you want with us? Who are you?”
“I’ve already told you who I am! What more do I have to do to prove my loyalty to you, Blue?”, Kiba demanded, his white teeth bared so that they glinted oddly within the moonlight. “Please…all I ask is that you take me back to your home for just a few minutes. What I have to share with you and Toboe is extremely important.”
Holding my breath, I felt myself nod, wondering why on earth I was just trusting this young man in a blind leap of faith. After all, I didn’t even know him and he was terribly strange…kind, but strange.
I think the one thing about him that won me over, oddly enough, were his eyes. Something deep within them put me at ease, so as soon as he held his hand out for me to take hold of, I did just that.
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As soon as I brought Kiba into the house, I was more than relieved to find out that my step-parents still weren’t home from their 25th anniversary dinner. Just think of the shock they’d receive over my bringing in a stranger.
“You’ve done well for yourself, Blue”, Kiba told me, glancing about him in awe at the ornate furnishings and over-stuffed, high-backed chairs.
I smiled. “Not that well, really…this place doesn’t even belong to me.”
“I know”, he admitted, his gaze growing rather distant. “I’ve done my research so that I could find everybody.”
“Everybody?” I reiterated, raising an eyebrow in utmost confusion. “I admit that I don’t follow…”
“Blue?”
Kiba and I both froze.
“I hear voices…who’s downstairs with you?”
“No one, Toboe! Go back to bed!”, I called urgently, knowing how he hadn’t been feeling too well earlier this morning.
Instead of hearing his soft footfalls retreating back upstairs, however, I found myself staring back into his curious amber eyes, both fluctuating with awe and fear.
“Blue…”, he began, giving Kiba a frightened glance, “wh-who is that?”
“I’m Kiba”, the young man announced before I could even reply, bending down onto his knee so that they were now eye-to-eye. “Do you remember me, Toboe?”
My step-brother anxiously rattled the silver bracelets about his wrist, his lips quivering before he slowly nodded in recognition. “Y-yes…I saw you in the dream I had a few hours ago.”
“What happened in that dream?”, Kiba demanded, his hands finding their way upon the boy’s shoulders. “You must tell me what you saw…”
“I…we…oh, it was so frightening!” Toboe suddenly ran to me and embraced me fiercely about the middle, wailing tearfully in response, “Please don’t make me talk about it, Blue…please!”
I smiled, fondly stroking his soft auburn hair before returning gently, “Of course you don’t have to, Toboe…we’re just concerned about you…that’s all.”
“Was it about wolves?”, Kiba suddenly demanded from behind, thus causing my step-brother to flinch and break into a cold sweat.
“Please, Kiba”, he urged, “I said I don’t want to talk about it.”
The strange young man, however, didn’t seem to hear him. “Were we all dying out one by one? Was the world ending in order to create a newer and better one where paradise would someday be opened?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”, I demanded, pulling Toboe close to my breast. “Why are you trying to scare us? We have done nothing to you!”
Kiba slowly shook his head. “Forgive me, Blue…if I’ve frightened either one of you, I must apologize for my rudeness. If you’re willing, the last thing that I request is that we take a quick drive.”
“What for?”, I demanded, narrowing my eyes in distrust.
“To give you both proof”, he assured me, causing my step-brother and I to gasp. “Please…it should only take half an hour at the most.”
It was at that very moment when I realized that I should have just turned Kiba down and shown him the door, yet somehow…I couldn’t.
Holding Toboe out at arm’s length, I urged sweetly, “Honey, go get your jacket…Kiba and I will be waiting for you in the car.”
As my step-brother rushed back upstairs in order to carry out my request, Kiba bestowed me with a warm and gentle smile that caused my heart to skip a beat. I, however, could not smile back. How could I when he could possibly be the reason why Toboe and I aren’t like the other people our age?
“Come”, Kiba suddenly urged, causing me to snap out of it as if I had been slapped in the face. “We must go before Toboe comes back and finds that we are not in the car as promised.”
I nodded dumbly. Whoever he was, he sure as hell had a bossy leadership quality to him…
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“So remind me again what we’re looking for?”, I requested flatly, stealing a glance at Toboe in the rearview mirror before returning my ever-watchful gaze back to the winding road ahead.
Kiba smiled, yet it never reached his eyes. “You’ll find out, Blue”, he assured me, leaning over against his car door. “You’ll both find out once the time is right.”
“Ha…now is good a time as any”, I grumbled, briefly taking my eyes off of the road in order to give him a sharp look.
That was a huge mistake.
No sooner than I had done so, a huge ‘THUMP’ erupted, my red Pinto lurching forward dangerously and striking something medium in height and very much alive.
A person.
Kiba immediately leapt out of the vehicle in order to inspect the damage, Toboe anxiously unbuckling his seatbelt before clamoring up alongside me.
“Kiba…what’s happened?”, he demanded, his amber eyes wide and fearful.
Kiba lifted his head up to meet with our anxious gaze, his voice quivering with emotion. “It’s Hige”, he ground out sadly, shaking his head. “We’ve hit Hige!”
A/N: Ok, as you can clearly see, I\'ve gone in a different direction with this fic than originally intended. I had decided on viewing the entire series before starting the second chapter in order to get a better handle of it, so once I did, I realized that I wanted to do a take on it after the series ended. I\'m sure many have done this, but I can assure you that this will be different. Thank you SO much to my eight reviewers whom have reviewed thus far! I love and appreciate you all! If you like it and would like me to continue, please let me know in a review. :P
I’ve always felt as if something were missing from my life…something that was once familiar, but is now no more. Of course this is impossible. After all, how could a young woman of nineteen years just forget a tremendous portion of her life as if it never existed?
To be perfectly honest, I do have memories, but very standard, predictable ones such as my foster family and I having a picnic and just enjoying life in general. I hate to sound as if I’m in denial of such fond memories, yet they’re all warm and fuzzy. I can’t recollect a single moment when I was unhappy beyond this point and time in my life.
Weird? Very.
I mean, everyone else I’ve come in contact with has been able to tell me horrific stories such as deaths in the family or betrayal by a close friend, so why can’t I?
My little step-brother Toboe and I share the same fate, yet I’m afraid I’d frighten him if I told him that it wasn’t normal. He’s easily worried over nothing, making him even more of a hypochondriac than myself.
I love the runt dearly, but his naturally inquisitive nature can be unnerving sometimes. I’m truly surprised that he hasn’t come to me with questions already, what with his constant, ‘Blue, what’s that?...Blue, what’s the meaning of the universe?...Blue, is it natural to have hair down there?’
Blue, Blue, Blue, Blue, Blue…that’s all I ever hear, anymore. I have to admit that I find it to be rather flattering that he chooses to confide in me opposed to our step-parents, yet the very notion that he could one day ask the dreaded question continues to linger deep within my mind like a dark and ominous cloud.
What would I say? ‘No, Toboe, you’re crazy…go take a Percocet.’? I don’t think so. The kid’s not that easily deceived.
Grabbing my jacket from off of the back of the kitchen chair, I headed into the foyer in order to make my leave. Needless to say, I can never think properly without clearing my head, so I figured that a nice little walk would do me some good.
Exiting our small house which was sandwiched in-between other houses, as was the custom in this city, I ran a hand through my coal-black hair and took in a deep intake of air. It smelled of hotdogs and exhaust; not my favorite combo, yet it was nonetheless very pleasant. It smelled of home.
Passing Lou the hot dog man, I waved, smiling as he tipped an imaginary hat in my direction. He was one of the sweetest men that I knew, which was truly saying a lot. Most of the men in this city are swine, yet I can’t complain. I rarely pay them any attention since they aren’t worth my time…not a single one of them.
“Blue!”
I froze in mid-step, my mind whirring a mile a minute. That voice…
“Blue!”, the masculine voice persisted, only closer this time.
I slowly pivoted around on the heel of my boot, my clear blue eyes widening as I found myself face-to-face with a tall young man with scruffy light brown hair and lovely turquoise eyes. “Wh-who are you?”, I demanded, my mouth now terribly dry.
The young man appeared to be completely taken aback by my question. “Blue…it’s me”, he insisted, suddenly taking me by the wrist. “It’s Kiba.”
I blinked. “Kiba?”
“You remember?”, he asked hopefully, relief immediately washing across his handsome features like poetry in motion.
I slowly shook my head. “No…I’m sorry. I’ve never heard that name before.”
Kiba suddenly frowned deeply, his hand releasing my wrist in what appeared to be tremendous frustration. “Blue, please…I must speak with you and Toboe immediately.”
I gasped, my eyes now widening considerably. “Toboe? W-what do you want with us? Who are you?”
“I’ve already told you who I am! What more do I have to do to prove my loyalty to you, Blue?”, Kiba demanded, his white teeth bared so that they glinted oddly within the moonlight. “Please…all I ask is that you take me back to your home for just a few minutes. What I have to share with you and Toboe is extremely important.”
Holding my breath, I felt myself nod, wondering why on earth I was just trusting this young man in a blind leap of faith. After all, I didn’t even know him and he was terribly strange…kind, but strange.
I think the one thing about him that won me over, oddly enough, were his eyes. Something deep within them put me at ease, so as soon as he held his hand out for me to take hold of, I did just that.
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As soon as I brought Kiba into the house, I was more than relieved to find out that my step-parents still weren’t home from their 25th anniversary dinner. Just think of the shock they’d receive over my bringing in a stranger.
“You’ve done well for yourself, Blue”, Kiba told me, glancing about him in awe at the ornate furnishings and over-stuffed, high-backed chairs.
I smiled. “Not that well, really…this place doesn’t even belong to me.”
“I know”, he admitted, his gaze growing rather distant. “I’ve done my research so that I could find everybody.”
“Everybody?” I reiterated, raising an eyebrow in utmost confusion. “I admit that I don’t follow…”
“Blue?”
Kiba and I both froze.
“I hear voices…who’s downstairs with you?”
“No one, Toboe! Go back to bed!”, I called urgently, knowing how he hadn’t been feeling too well earlier this morning.
Instead of hearing his soft footfalls retreating back upstairs, however, I found myself staring back into his curious amber eyes, both fluctuating with awe and fear.
“Blue…”, he began, giving Kiba a frightened glance, “wh-who is that?”
“I’m Kiba”, the young man announced before I could even reply, bending down onto his knee so that they were now eye-to-eye. “Do you remember me, Toboe?”
My step-brother anxiously rattled the silver bracelets about his wrist, his lips quivering before he slowly nodded in recognition. “Y-yes…I saw you in the dream I had a few hours ago.”
“What happened in that dream?”, Kiba demanded, his hands finding their way upon the boy’s shoulders. “You must tell me what you saw…”
“I…we…oh, it was so frightening!” Toboe suddenly ran to me and embraced me fiercely about the middle, wailing tearfully in response, “Please don’t make me talk about it, Blue…please!”
I smiled, fondly stroking his soft auburn hair before returning gently, “Of course you don’t have to, Toboe…we’re just concerned about you…that’s all.”
“Was it about wolves?”, Kiba suddenly demanded from behind, thus causing my step-brother to flinch and break into a cold sweat.
“Please, Kiba”, he urged, “I said I don’t want to talk about it.”
The strange young man, however, didn’t seem to hear him. “Were we all dying out one by one? Was the world ending in order to create a newer and better one where paradise would someday be opened?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”, I demanded, pulling Toboe close to my breast. “Why are you trying to scare us? We have done nothing to you!”
Kiba slowly shook his head. “Forgive me, Blue…if I’ve frightened either one of you, I must apologize for my rudeness. If you’re willing, the last thing that I request is that we take a quick drive.”
“What for?”, I demanded, narrowing my eyes in distrust.
“To give you both proof”, he assured me, causing my step-brother and I to gasp. “Please…it should only take half an hour at the most.”
It was at that very moment when I realized that I should have just turned Kiba down and shown him the door, yet somehow…I couldn’t.
Holding Toboe out at arm’s length, I urged sweetly, “Honey, go get your jacket…Kiba and I will be waiting for you in the car.”
As my step-brother rushed back upstairs in order to carry out my request, Kiba bestowed me with a warm and gentle smile that caused my heart to skip a beat. I, however, could not smile back. How could I when he could possibly be the reason why Toboe and I aren’t like the other people our age?
“Come”, Kiba suddenly urged, causing me to snap out of it as if I had been slapped in the face. “We must go before Toboe comes back and finds that we are not in the car as promised.”
I nodded dumbly. Whoever he was, he sure as hell had a bossy leadership quality to him…
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“So remind me again what we’re looking for?”, I requested flatly, stealing a glance at Toboe in the rearview mirror before returning my ever-watchful gaze back to the winding road ahead.
Kiba smiled, yet it never reached his eyes. “You’ll find out, Blue”, he assured me, leaning over against his car door. “You’ll both find out once the time is right.”
“Ha…now is good a time as any”, I grumbled, briefly taking my eyes off of the road in order to give him a sharp look.
That was a huge mistake.
No sooner than I had done so, a huge ‘THUMP’ erupted, my red Pinto lurching forward dangerously and striking something medium in height and very much alive.
A person.
Kiba immediately leapt out of the vehicle in order to inspect the damage, Toboe anxiously unbuckling his seatbelt before clamoring up alongside me.
“Kiba…what’s happened?”, he demanded, his amber eyes wide and fearful.
Kiba lifted his head up to meet with our anxious gaze, his voice quivering with emotion. “It’s Hige”, he ground out sadly, shaking his head. “We’ve hit Hige!”
A/N: Ok, as you can clearly see, I\'ve gone in a different direction with this fic than originally intended. I had decided on viewing the entire series before starting the second chapter in order to get a better handle of it, so once I did, I realized that I wanted to do a take on it after the series ended. I\'m sure many have done this, but I can assure you that this will be different. Thank you SO much to my eight reviewers whom have reviewed thus far! I love and appreciate you all! If you like it and would like me to continue, please let me know in a review. :P