Love Me, Hate Me

Hello Assassin\'s Kiss here with a Wolf’s Rain fic. I don’t own the anime so don’t bother asking. I hope you enjoy and remember to review. Definite Lemon will come in later chapters once I built up to it.


Love Me, Hate Me

Chapter One: Here We Are

Slim fingers tugged at a dress that was more then a little short for her. Her mind running over why she was in this dank little bar. She had already had to break someone\'s fingers for as they put it \'accidently\' brushing up against her ass. But she knew that was a lie.

Her blue eyes looked in displeasure at the surroundings she found herself in. They weren\'t pleasant at all and they weren\'t going to get any more pleasant any time soon. She had humored the old man by letting him come once every week. The fact that she was wearing a skimpy nurse\'s uniform that seem to show the customers she was wearing garters was simply a loss from a poker game.

\'I can\'t believe that old man beat me,\' she grumbled as she leaned closer to her charge. Arms twining around the old man\'s neck to let the others no that she was with him.

“Shove off. He probably has more in his ten times more in his pants then you do,\" she growled dangerously. Her and pops was more of a father/daughter relationship. No kinky little patient and nurse thing like the customers may have thoguht. But why not humor them if it might get them off her back.

Pops smacked his lips and quickly reached for the shot glass that the bartender just poured. \"Here is to my beautiful nurse. May her ass stay as firm as the first day we first met,\" he crowed before downing the glass.

It was to Blue\'s mortification that some of the male customers let a few \'here, heres\' out in agreement. Which only made her yank down harder on her nurse\'s uniform which still didn\'t seem to move down as much as she\'d like.

\"Pops you know you should really lay off with the vodka,” sighed Blue. She couldn’t help smiling at the old man as one arm slung around his neck. She had been leaning her head against his shoulder as soon as he was finished throwing back another glass of vodka. Blue eyes watching carefully as the little shot glasses collected by her patient.

He slammed the shot glass back down onto the table, proud of his accomplishment of beating his drinking record of twenty-eight shots.

“Blue just because you happen to be my nurse doesn’t mean you can tell me when to stop drinking or not. I mean it does wonders for me. I feel as fit as *hiccup* a fiddle,” Quent laid a wet kiss on her forehead and she grimaced.

“Stop pops or you’ll have me smelling like vodka. And then how am I going to explain to my boss,” Blue cried out and ooked at him offended. But she did allow herself to lift her head to plant a kiss on his rough cheek. “You need to shave as well old man,” she smirked and tapped his rough cheek.

“Nag, nag, nag. That’s all you women do is nag. I’m perfectly fine.” Quent stood up abruptly knocking his chair over before stumbling backwards himself. But Blue quickly grabbed for his arm and held it tightly knowing that without her he would be on the floor cursing up a storm.

“You know you don’t mean that,” Blue said smiling as she shouldered the old man.

“I mean everything I *hiccup* say. There are wolves out there who disguise themselves as humans and I will hunt each and everyone down,” growled Quent ready to pull away from Blue but she held securely to his arm.

“Let me walk you home pops and you can tell me all about the wolves in the morning,” Blue cooed as she guided him out the door and into the cold night air. She had hoped the cold air would wake him up again as they slapped against their faces. It seemed it had already started to snow again making her shiver slightly.

She looked up in surprise when she felt the slightly heavy wait of Quent’s coat around her shoulders. “I can’t have my nurse catching cold on me, can I? Who else would put up with me then?” Quent asked. The old man gave her a ragged smile before plowing through the alleys with her behind him.

“You need this more then me Quent I mean really if—” but she stopped as she saw a huge gray dog streak past them.

Before Blue could react Quent has his gun cocked and fired at the dog. A wet thud was heard as the bullet met with some kind of target.

“God damn it pops see what you did!” Blue shouted at her patient in anger.

She ran to see if the dog he had shot was all right but instead of a gray dog she saw a young man bleeding. His silver hair was close to the color of the snow and stood out against his tan limbs.

She paused for a minute staring at him, wondering how he gotten himself behind the trash cans then she gasped as she saw that he was bleeding. “Oh my god pops what did you do this time,” she whispered hoarsely to herself. She then knelt beside him not minding the pool of blood that was forming or the metallic-like odor of the blood that assaulted her nostrils.

She pressed her cold fingers against his neck and sighed inwardly in relief at the vein that pulsed against her fingertips. ‘He’s still alive, thank god.’

“Blue did I get him!” Quent yelled and that’s when Blue knew what she had to do.


‘A new patient,’ is the next chapter if you review me. Here is Blue stuck with this stranger but she must take care of him secretly or risk having pops taking away from her for shooting an innocent.