Wolf\'s Blood

Grope 4: Renga

Yeah, she knew of the bounty on her little head. In fact, she was surprise that it took this town this long to post it. In a way, it was her fault that Jagura was hunting her down like this. She was allowed one stupid mistake a month, all right. It happen a few months ago, while Jagura was taking a little walk down the street and Seven was running up the street from being caught with a Cd in her hand, a non-paid for Cd.

She looked back to see if the saleswoman was still behind her then she ran into something soft and fall back on her little bony ass. She really hated being a runt.

“Are you all right?” The tycoon asked right before she did the really bad thing with a wolf like Seven. She grabbed around her bare wrist and pulled her up. It had to be a hot late summer day that day, making long sleeves anything too uncomfortable even for her to wear.

The flood of memories always is painful, for both she-wolf and the poor idiot that touched her. For however long it lasts, depending on how long they stay in contact, the pain as well the how many lost or forgotten memories that raises to the surface increase. Too bad for everyone, the big steel door that suppose to keep the past life locked up tight had burst open. Images of the nobles, wolves, and flower maidens flow through each girl’s mind as Seven twist in pure agony, trying to get free while the tall woman was in pure shock. That what bother the younger memory-keeper the most. She wasn’t screaming or trying to free herself, just get holding the light tan wrist. After succeeding in getting her wrist out of the iron-grip of the human, Seven just bolted out of there before anyone did anything.

Now, no doubt Jagura has full knowledge what happen long ago when nobles ruled the world and wolves were two loops of the white feather from being extinct. That would mean two things: A. She wants to resume that stupid search for a Paradise and/or B. She wants to find Darcia for revenge. Either way, she will need the help of a certain tri-colored she-wolf even if the help wasn’t going to be given by her own will.

Right now, sitting at a iron table in front of a coffee shop, Seven didn’t give a shit if her little bony ass was worth twenty thousand dollars. She was going to do what the Darkness told her to do and even what the once noble had in store for her wasn’t going to scare her into not doing her job.

“Think that you’re tough shit, don’t you?” An old gravel voice caused the twin pools of light blood to look over the manga she was reading at the moment.

“Sitting under a wanted poster with your little pretty face plaster on it and the thought that someone would come and earn that money hasn’t even cross your mind.” He slid a chair back to sit down, with his bag next to his feet.

She saw the poster and resisted the urge to rip the thing into tiny little pieces, mainly because it may draw unwanted attention and that it was an ugly picture of her. Jagura had her drawn with her hair still was shoulder blade long, she never liked it very long.

“And no doubt, you’re that very someone.” Now, he’s a bounty hunter. Was there a life that he wasn’t something that involved a gun of some sort? At least, he was working alone this time.

The old man nodded and took his hat off to place on the glass table. She didn’t move her feet off it or lower her book to show that she wanted get into a conversation with someone that she pity due what memories the one came before had of him.

“Yes.” Ol’ Yaiden gave the one word answer and just stared back at the girl with his black painful eyes.

Now she wonder if his family was gone or he was blessed this time and non was given to him.

“You’re not going to take me in, are you?” For him, she wouldn’t run. If he asked, she would held out her wrist for him to put the hand-cuffs on. Quent shouldn’t have to keep chasing his own grave. Later on, she would use her power to erase and make new memories for him, a gift for the old man.

“No.” He chuckled when the young girl nearly dropped her book in surprise. Wasn’t expecting that answer.

“I was thinking that I’ll you two hours to get out of town, then maybe I’ll go after ya.”

The tri-colored runt was still having trouble understanding what the old bounty hunter was talking about.

“Look kid, I have been in the game for a long time now.” He paused and sighed then continue. “Frankly, I think I’m getting too old for this type of shit.” He run his hand through his grey fading hair.

“So, you’re going to just let twenty thousand dollars slip through your hands, just like that?” Okay, this was defiantly a very different Quent Yaiden from the one in the one before’s memories.

“I have enough store away for me an my family, besides you remind me of my daughter.” He shrugged, pretending to pick at his brimmed hat. “I never liked chasing after kids.”

Seven gave a half-hearted smirk before putting the book away in her shoulder bag that she carried and getting up to leave. Nice to know that in this life, he still has an unbroken heart.

“Well, then I have to two hours to haul ass so I think I pretty might as well find a bus that goes out of town.” She walked in a direction that the scents of her charges was coming from. She wasted enough time as it is and decided to re-ask them to let her take them to Paradise.

“Later, old man.” She gave swift flick of her hand as she walked off.

“Better not tell the missus that I just twenty thousands dollars walked away from me.” He groaned and rubbed his tired eyes. He just didn’t like to chase after kids, no matter how much the bounty on their heads are.

How does one go about finding one short punk girl with tri-colored neck long shaggy hair in a city filled with millions of them? That was the problem facing four guys and one fluffy white kitten who rather preferred to never see that stupid runt ever again. It wasn’t personal, it was just a bad feeling.

“So, she could find us but we can’t find her?” the sandy teen asked as while they stand back from the busy street, letting the world pass them by.

“She’s more of a expert in tracking down people then we are, Hige.” Kibe answered, looking up at the rooftops and tried to see in the shadows just in case the tri-colored she-wolf was there, enjoying their discomfort.

“Still say, we should forget about this and just get on with our lives.” The bronze man growled , leaning against the building’s outside wall with his strong arms folded with the auburn runt sitting near his feet. The mere idea of there was such of a thing as Paradise still hasn’t reached beyond his over paranoid mind. Let alone that a someone wanted to take them there.

“Oh, Tsume. You’re about the only one who doesn’t want to go.” The very girl that they were looking for, just stepped out of the shadows like a damn vampire in a horror movie. With that damn smirk on her light tan face.

He left out a snarl as she walked to Kibe with wink given in his direction. Then she moved her light red eyes to leader of the pack, assuming that he was the leader in this life as well the one before.

“You’re looking for me?” She knew damn well that these four males were looking for her. Hell, she was watching from the shadows, trying hard not to chuckle at their futile search. Loud enough for them to hear, anyway. And wolves were supposed to be one of the great hunters of the forest regions . Then again, they still haven’t tapped in that part of the mind just yet.


That stupid smirk was getting on his last nerves. The brunet could tell she was trying hard not to laugh at them. He would bet his life’s savings, if he had any that is, that she watching them as they made idiots of themselves trying to find her.

“Yes, we have decided to accept your offer.” Then the once white wolf lean his face closer to hers. “But if this turns out to be one huge joke, I will, even you are a girl, beat you to a bloody pulp.”

Her glance didn’t differ or showed that she was bit concern about being threaten by someone that was at least twice her own strength. Having the Darkness constantly pulling her into pool of ice cold water for every damn mistake, cause her not to worry about being hurt by anything else. That kind of pain made her withstand few other kinds of pain.

“Fine with me, Lord Kibe.” Her smirk turned into a toothy smile before she walked past him and into the busy street.

Taking the hint that this meant, that their long journey, placing all their except for Tsume, trust in a complete stranger’s hands starts now. Even that felt like a bad idea but what exactly do they have to lose?

He let out a big ’Honey, I’m home!’ just as he cross the threshold of the small house. Odd, usually someone would give a response, either saying that was just too corny or a ’hello, dear.” Instead the house was dark and felt empty and wrong. The old bounty hunter flipped on the light and saw everything in their natural setting; the sofa looked used and books scattered all over the wooded stained coffee table and the video games piled on top of each other on top of the consol next to the sizable television.

What wasn’t natural was the kids and the wife sitting on the sofa, either reading or playing the games or in the kitchen, making something for dinner and something nice for his return after days and days of hunting down people. Plus the man in a rather very nice and expensive black suit sitting in his worn out green la-z-boy.

“Now before you start asking me questions, Mr. Yaiden.” The man said in a chilling voice. “ I want to let you know that it was very stupid to let some thing very valuable out your hands just that. But luckily, I have an offer that would reunite you with your darling children.” He purposely left out the old man’s wife. She proven very troublesome and needed to be corrected, too bad that it led to her untimely death but children are more suitable in these cases, anyway.
“My employer decided that you would bring in the girl and for that, she’ll give back your sweet children.” Quient just wanted to smack that chilling smile off of that prick’s face, and he will before this was all over. He etched the man in the black suit’s face in his mind and labeled under ’torture and kill when possible.’

“Is there a time limit to this deal?” He was doing everything in his power to not kill this man that dared to break into his home and take his family from him while he was away and tried to make a deal using their lives.

“Sooner the better, Miss Jagura isn’t very patient woman and gets bored very easily too.” That chilling smirk filled in the blanks.

He shot the man a death glare before picking up his travel bag and walked back out, hoping for the sake of his family that the girl hasn’t left town yet, even when it’s been over two hours since they last spoke.

The chilling man in the black suit pulled out a phone from a hidden breast pocket in his jacket to tell his employer the good news. The hunt was on.