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Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or series of Wolf’s Rain. They belong to BONES & Keiko Nobumoto. This story is non-profit for my own and others’ enjoyment. Thank you. :)

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Hello! I am soooooooooo sorry for the delay on this chapter. Between mid terms, work and Mass Effect 3(woo!), I’ve been pretty occupied. ^^() So I made this chapter extra long to make up for that fact. :D

Also, please check out my deviant art page. You can search “Our Beginning” and you will find me. I’ve got some fanart in the works so please check it out if you’d like. :)

I would also like to list a playlist I’ve created for this fanfic. These songs speak everything about Tsume and Toboe’s relationship- the good, the bad and the ugly. I do hope you’ll check the music out. You’ll really get my drift of where I’m going with the story. A few are covers or the original, unknown versions of songs. You’ll want the ones listed because they fit the feel of the story the best. Also, fyi they are listed in proper order to fit the story’s pace.

Music is an amazing, inspiring thing! It’s a nice eclectic mix, much like the Wolf’s Rain soundtracks. :)

1. The Scientist (Coldplay)

2. I Remember (Damien Rice)

3. Breathe Me (Sia)

4. Lost (Anouk)

5. Creep (Brandi Carlile)

6. When Your Minds Made Up (Glen Hansard & Marketa Irglova)

7. Iris (Goo Goo Dolls)

8. If You Want Me (Glen Hansard & Marketa Irglova)

9. Hallelujah (Brandi Carlile)

10. Nothing Else Matters (Lissie)

11. Fast Car (Tracy Chapman)

12. Love the Way You Lie (Skylar Grey)

13. 9 Crimes (Damien Rice)

14. Vindicated (Dashboard Confessional)

15. Rise (The Frames)

16. I Will Follow You into the Dark (Death Cab for Cutie)

17. Heartbeats (Jose Gonzalez)

Caution: Further chapters will contain mature content such as language and yaoi, Tsume/Toboe. Be forewarned.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or series of Wolf’s Rain. They belong to BONES & Keiko Nobumoto. This story is non-profit for my own and others’ enjoyment. Thank you. :)

Eyes Wide

The fire went on for what seemed like hours, water blasting from the giant hose aimed by three firefighters, police setting up barricades as they cleared away the curious civilians. The buildings on each side that had originally been attached to the bookstore had now also taken the damage, their old frames going up in smoke.

“Why?! Why, why? …” the man listened as he held onto the sobbing boy in his arms. Every time the kid spoke it irked something inside of him. It made his blood boil.

“Hey!” he shouted to a police officer who immediately took notice.

“Sir, please stay back! We’re doing everything we can to keep it under control!” he replied, holding up his arms not only to him, but others that were becoming anxious.

The silver haired man gritted his teeth, clutching onto his companion whose face was buried in his chest. “What about the old man?! He owned that place! Who started the fire?! Was he killed?!” He could feel the boy tensing against him with each word.

The crowd around them began muttering, whispering and talking amongst themselves about the events that had and were taking place. “Did you hear that?! Someone was killed!” one person exclaimed. “Oh my god, what happened?!” another wailed.

The officer looked shocked but his facial expression soon turned to one of frustration and anger, “Sir, please! We have no information at this time. We are just trying to get everything under control at this point.” The moment he finished that sentence a loud blast came from the fire, sending rubble and flames flying as a few people screamed, jumping back in surprise.

The officer growled and turned in that direction, “MOVE EVERYONE BACK!” He turned to take control of the situation as other officers stepped in, pushing the barricades farther back, trying to clear the crowd of civilians out of the way.

The man knew it was no use. They couldn’t stay here and watch this. It was pointless.

“Toboe,” he spoke roughly, “Let’s go.”

The sobbing boy did not resist at all as he was led away, his companion’s strong arm wrapped around his shoulder. He hugged onto the man’s waist, nuzzling his head against him. He felt another hand on his head pressing him into the warm body for comfort. He found himself becoming more relaxed, feeling safe in these arms even though he was in so much pain, lost in his memories and the sorrow of the morning’s events.

…

“Tsume,” he spoke hesitantly. It had been several hours and he was becoming worried of the silence in the room. A reply did not come as the boy continued washing the dishes in the sink. He looked into the soapy waters, remembering what had happened and what was going on all around them. As he gazed longer into the water, he felt his own eyes becoming wet.

“Tsume!” he turned, tears in his eyes as he expected to still see him on the sofa. But he was not there. He was standing right in front of him. The boy stopped, stepping back against the kitchen counter. “Ts-tsume…” he muttered surprisingly. He didn’t know what to expect.

“Are you still hungry?” Tsume asked, leaning against the table behind him. “We could… go get some ice cream?” He was trying to appease the boy’s troubled mind. “Or maybe some shopping? I would buy you something. How’s that sound?” he suggested.

Tsume watched the boy’s face turn downward, looking at the floor as his delicate fingers gripped the counter top. There was no reply. The man could feel himself become frustrated, angry because, one, he hated going out, and two, because he was really trying and the kid wasn’t biting. He wanted him to stop worrying. He wanted him to be happy. He hated seeing him like this.

“Toboe, there’s no use in ignoring me. You can talk.” Tsume sighed, “How about-“

“Tsume, how can you want to do something fun?” Toboe spoke up, “Mr. Jon is dead!”

“You don’t know that!” he spat back, gritting his teeth. He didn’t want to do anything. If they did, it was only for the stupid kid. He was so damn thick headed. “Seriously, Toboe. There’s no point in sitting around and wasting away in your grief. Get off your ass and do something. The guy was old as hell anyways.”

SHIT.

Tsume bit his lip, realizing what he’d just said was extremely harsh. He watched Toboe’s face, expecting him to become infuriated or in the very least, to start crying again. But the boy didn’t do either of these actions. He looked shocked at first, but his expression soon let go, becoming saddened. He watched as the kid frowned and turned back to the sink, finishing his chores.

Tsume frowned also, regretting his cold words and demeanor. That was all the kid needed. He instinctively reached out to him, wanting to apologize, “Toboe, I’m sor-“

“Can we go? Please?”

The man was interrupted and stopped, watching as the boy turned back around to face him, holding a plate and towel in his hands.

“Let’s just go! Let’s get out of town. Please, Tsume.” His eyes were teary, his voice pleading.

Tsume shot his glance elsewhere, feeling himself becoming softened at the boy’s expression. He bit his lip again, “Toboe, we can’t just go.”

“Why not?!” he cried.

Tsume growled at the outburst, turning back to face him. “What, are you stupid?! They’ll come after us!”

Toboe jumped at the reply, accidentally dropping the porcelain plate, which shattered on the floor. He didn’t care. He could feel himself becoming angrier and angrier. “Why does it matter?!” he shouted, “What’s the point?! Even if we stay here they’ll still find us! Tsume, please!”

There was no reply, just Tsume’s glowing eyes and frustrated expression glaring back at him. Toboe felt threatened and was afraid to go on, but he did anyways, “It’s not like we don’t have a choice…” he looked down at his feet, chips from the broken plate lying next to them on the kitchen floor. “Remember? I have money,” he muttered.

There was still no answer. He shot his head up, “We can do it! We can leave! Gran left me everything when she died!” Toboe stopped and looked back down. He had mentioned her only once to Tsume, but things were different back then. Maybe he wouldn’t be as cold now?

“I told you before… She died… before I met you.” His voice grew softer, “We lived here… this was her house. She was my grandmother. She raised me. But… “ It was hard for him to talk about it. He could feel his voice tightening with each word, “…she’s gone now.”

Tsume sighed as he watched the boy wipe the freshly fallen tears from his eyes. He didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t the sympathizing type. But he couldn’t just say nothing at all. “Look, I’m sorry about your grandmother,” he bit his lip and continued, “But I can’t just take your money. I’ll figure something else out.”

Toboe frowned. He was growing so tired of this man’s attitude, not just with this situation, but with everything!

“Tsume, stop being so stubborn!” he yelled at him, “You still won’t let me in! You still won’t let me help you! Please! I can pay them off and we can go! We can leave and start a new life! Please let me help!” he moved forward, gripping onto Tsume’s arm, “If you don’t, they’re going to kill us!”

The man avoided his eyes, his body tensing at the boy’s touch, “I’ll do something about it.” He muttered, “I’ll take care of it.”

Toboe stepped back, letting go of his companion’s arm as he grew angry with frustration. He couldn’t hold back any longer, “That’s what you keep saying and now someone is dead because you haven’t done anything!”

The boy then gasped, clasping his hands over his mouth, thinking of what he’d just accused Tsume of. He could feel the man’s anger becoming thicker and heavy, silence filling the air. He expected him to hit him, yell at him, do something… But he didn’t do anything. Tsume just sat there, still leaning against the kitchen table, looking downward as his expression became angrier.

Toboe caught his breath, stepping back when he glanced to his right, seeing something on the coffee table. It was the book!

His heart skipped a beat as he ran to fetch it, leaving the man to gaze after him. He tripped halfway from the corner of the rug but caught himself and leant over to pick up the old, worn book. He smiled excitedly, beginning to flip through its contents. “Tsume, come here and look! This is it!” he exclaimed, “Everything is in this book. Do you remember? That guy, what was his name.. Mr. Hubb! He had the same book. He said it was the book of the moon… look!” He turned, holding the book out to his friend who was now leaning against the fridge facing him.

The book’s pages were turned to an image of wolves running from a forest and into a field filled with flowers, their destination ahead, a paradise. “Tsume, it’s all in here…” The boy took the book back into his hands, flipping through each page.

“Stop it.” Words were muttered, but the boy did not hear them.

“Tsume, the journey! It’s not over. It still has to be completed… that’s why…” he gasped, “That’s why we’re here again! We never finished it!”

“Stop it…” came the words again, a little louder this time.

“We still have to find it! But… paradise… maybe it is here… in this world I mean… Is this the same world from before? Maybe it’s just changed…” he flipped to the back of the book, seeing that the pages were filled with nothing but lunar flowers. “The flowers…” he whispered, “Cheza… Tsume!” he shot his head up.

“STOP IT!” Tsume yelled angrily, banging his fist against the fridge, causing it to shake as the boy became frozen, his eyes wide with fear.

“Fuck, Toboe!” he continued, his brow furrowed and eyes glaring, “Why won’t you give it a rest?! Aren’t you happy enough?! Why the hell do you want more?! You’re so fucking stupid!”

“But, Tsume…” Toboe breathed, reaching out to him.

“Enough! I’m not doing it again!” Tsume growled, “I can’t do it again… I just can’t,” His voice began to lose the anger. He slipped into the seat next to him, a hand over his face, shielding his broken barrier from the boy’s gaze. “I can’t do it, Toboe. I’m sorry… But once was enough…”

Toboe watched as his companion covered his face with one hand as the other clutched the chair he was sitting in. He put the book back down on the table, finding himself crawling closer to Tsume. The boy bit his lip, feeling his heartbeat slowing down from the rush of excitement.

“I can’t lose you again…” He heard Tsume mutter, his voice stricken with grief.

Toboe’s heart then stopped, his eyes filling with tears. He crawled closer to his lover, leaning up and placing on hand on the man’s knee. “Tsume,” he sighed, reaching his other hand out to pull the man’s hand away from his face. He wanted to be closer to him. He wanted to know what he was hiding. He wanted to see him.

But this man did not want to be seen. Out of defense, the man roughly pushed the boy away, sending him falling back, hitting the floor with a yelp of pain. Tsume gritted his teeth in embarrassment.

Toboe winced as he sat up, glancing up as he saw Tsume above him, his face now uncovered as he reached out to him. As he took the man’s hand, he noticed his eyes softened and his expression saddened. He wanted to kiss away all of his older lover’s fears and sorrows.

And he did just that when the older wolf lifted him to his feet, standing next to him with his hand still holding his own. Toboe clutched his hand tighter, leaning into Tsume’s face and kissing him on the lips. The kiss was welcomed but it was not as passionate as it had always been before. It was simple. It was soft. It was gentle. It was sweet.

The boy leaned back, gazing into the man’s glowing golden eyes, his own hazel ones sparkling with adoration. “Tsume, I love you.” He whispered, pressing his head into the man’s chest as he hugged onto him. He felt his strong arms wrap around him, pulling him closer. He didn’t care right now that his words were not repeated back to him. He knew that the silver wolf loved him. He didn’t need to say it. He already knew.

As Toboe was holding on to him, he noticed the television was on, the sound muted. He frowned as he saw the display on the screen. He felt his companion’s arms let go of him, realizing that he too must have seen what was going on. He stepped back as Tsume bent over, turning the volume up enough for them to hear.

The two figures stood watching as the screen flashed images of a fire before moving on to the current recording of buildings reduced to burnt rubble. A reporter stood in front of the scene, barricades still set up behind her as men appeared to be going through the leftover mess. “Hello, Carrie Stanson here reporting for Channel 9 news at 5:00. We now have a confirmed story on the fire that took place in the downtown at 9:15 am this morning. As you can see, the fire caused a great disaster affecting many civilians and business owners, claiming three buildings and one person’s life.”

Tsume and Toboe froze, expecting the reporter to immediately state a name. But she continued her story instead, “Police believe that the fire was intentionally started. There are no further details on this allegation. Please call our 1-800 number at the bottom of the screen if you have any information on the fire or the death of Mr. Charles Jon. This is Carrie Stanson with Channel 9 news. Back to you, Tom.”

“Thank you Carrie, on another note…” the anchorman took off into another topic before the television was turned off, the screen going black.

“Tsume!” Toboe glanced at the man who let go of the television’s knob and stood up. He headed for the door, grabbing the black jacket on the back of the sofa. The boy leapt after him, “Tsume, where are you going?!” he exclaimed worriedly.

“Stay here.” Tsume spoke coldly, slipping into the jacket’s arms.

“No! I’m coming too!” Toboe yelled, grabbing the man’s arm as he leaned over the sofa, his knees on the cushions. He couldn’t be alone right now. Not after everything that had just happened.

“No! Stay put! I’m going to take care of it!” Tsume growled

“No, Tsume! You can’t! I didn’t mean it!” he began to cry, clutching tighter onto his lover’s arm, trying to pull him back. Something was wrong. He could feel it.

“GET OFF OF ME!” Tsume pushed him away, no apologies this time, “STAY HERE, YOU HEAR ME?!” he screamed angrily at the boy. He grabbed the helmet off the back of the chair and opened the door, roughly slamming it behind him as he left.

Toboe didn’t follow him. He just sat there on the sofa, frowning with worry. Tsume had yelled at him many times before. He had learned to be careful with this man who often frightened him… But this time was different. The energy in the air was heavy and dark, filling him with fear as he sat with no idea of what could happen.

…

The man looked at his watch as the sun slowly left the sky, the moon beginning to take its place. It was almost seven o’clock. He sighed as he leaned against a cold building within the dark alleyway, looking out along the empty street. Several minutes passed by as he waited impatiently, tapping his foot and clutching his fist. He could feel his blood boiling, a swelling feeling in the pit of his stomach. He did not feel ill. He felt enraged.

His golden eyes caught a car passing by, slowing when it neared the corner down the street. He watched as the vehicle turned and drove away, sighing to himself. He normally found himself questioning his own judgment. But not today. No. He was going to take care of the problem once and for all.

Their location was in the warehouse district, wasn’t it? …Shit. He’d missed work today. Completely forgotten. That was just great.

Another car passed by, slowing again toward the end of the street. But this vehicle stopped.

He caught his breath, cautiously peeking around the concrete building that he was hiding behind. He watched as the driver’s door was pushed open, the first man climbing out. It was him, the group’s leader. He didn’t even know his name. Why didn’t he know his name? Not that it mattered now anyways…

Come to think of it, was it really just these guys? He’d never even thought about it until now. There could be more of them. He hadn’t questioned about who ran the whole thing. Maybe it wasn’t this guy? C’mon, really… Why didn’t he think of this before? Fuck. He was gonna be in for it.

Two other men climbed out, finishing a conversation they’d apparently started in the car, “…right inside. Taking care of Jake. You fucked him up real bad, ya know?”

“Shut up! It was only cuz that guy pushed him on me.” The man defended himself.

“Yeah right. You been itching to get him ever since he poked yer sister.” The first one laughed.

“Fuck you, man!” the second one yelled angrily.

“Can it, you shit bags!” spat their leader, stepping onto the sidewalk, hands in his pockets as usual. He had a scowl on his face. He looked up and down the street cautiously, eyes slit with curiosity. One of his followers stepped up behind him, “What is it, Kev?” he asked.

Kev hesitated at first, keeping his eyes locked on the blank view down the street. There was nothing. It was dead. No cars, no people, nothing… just the sun going down on a Friday night. “Something’s not right.” He muttered, but left the idea when he heard the warehouse door being opened by one of the others. He turned and followed the other men into the building, not noticing a flash of a silver blur quickly slip inside before the door closed behind him.

The inside of the building was filled with many corridors, narrow hallways leading to different rooms and offices. There were boxes in the hallways, some stacked up neatly while others were fallen over, their contents spilling out. The walls and carpets were stained, a few dim lights occasionally flickering on and off. It smelt of mold, probably coming from the spots on the ceiling, leaks from past rains never cared for or mended.

Kev turned around a dark corner, opening a creaking door to a larger room as the other two men went the opposite way. He walked into the big space, ceilings high with timbers of wood stacked and leaned up against walls and shelves, long stations furnished with heavy machinery, tools and saws, chains with hooks dropping from the ceilings as sawdust gathered in clumps around his feet.

He looked up to an office settled on a platform about 15 feet off the ground, wooden stairs leading up. He sighed, grumbling something unheard to himself as he walked past the stations of unfinished woodwork.

Elsewhere in the building, the other men found themselves walking through the hallways looking for someone. “Jake?!” one of them called, “Where are ya, man?!” he turned one of the corners as the other one left him, turning inside an open doorway. He stopped and looked at him, “What are you-“

“I’m hungry.” He quickly replied.

The other one smirked, “Yeah right. You just feel guilty.”

“Like I said, FUCK YOU.” He flipped him off, turning as he did so and walking away.

The first one shrugged, “Whatever.” He sighed as he walked down the dimly lit hallway. He walked past a few rooms, still calling Jake’s name as he poked his head into different doors. Where was he?

As he looked into another room, his hand on the side of the door, he felt a shiver go up his spine. What? “Jake?” he muttered. The lights above him flickered, causing him to look up, not noticing as he was approached from behind. He quickly gasped as he felt a wire immediately swung around his neck. He began to panic, clutching at his neck as he realized what was happening.

He fell back, feeling the person unknown from behind him, their hands pulling the wire tighter and tighter around his throat. He desperately tried to escape, slamming he and his attacker’s body into the wall across the hallway. But it was no use, he could feel himself becoming faint as he tried to scream, nothing coming out. He clawed anxiously at the wire around his neck, his pulse quickening as his eyes found themselves closing, the blackness approaching around him. He couldn’t… he just couldn’t…

The man’s body dropped to the floor, nothing escaping its lips as fate took hold. The wire was still clung around the neck, the imprint bruised onto the skin, the eyes of the corpse frozen and dead as the limbs lay in a tangled mess.

“Ryan?” a voice sounded down the dark hallway.

Jake sat in his chair, listening to the silence that was followed after noisy scuffling that was heard down other corridors. He had awakened to the sound of his name being called, each time growing closer. Ryan and the others had been looking for him. But now, it had stopped and there was no sound to be heard, just dead silence.

He found himself growing nervous as he wearily stood up, clutching onto his stomach where the painful stab wound was. It had been a while now, but it still hurt. He was still healing. He grimaced, slowly stumbling to the door in front of him, gripping onto the edge. “Ryan?” he breathed once more, finding his own voice fading. He was frightened. Something wasn’t right. He could feel it.

The lights suddenly went out and he screamed, stepping back. He tripped when he stepped back, falling backwards and onto the floor. He felt the carpet beneath his hands, beginning to panic before the lights came back on, flickering once more. He closed his eyes and sighed, embarrassed at his own childish reaction. No wonder Ryan gave him such a hard time.

He began to stand up, wincing at the sudden pain surging through his gut. He pressed his hand there once more, looking down and grimacing. As Jake slowly removed his hand, he saw that his palm and fingers were covered in his own blood. “Shit,” he whined. The wound had reopened.

As he was about to call for the others once more he noticed something from the corner of his eye. He quickly turned to face the doorway, leaning back on the palm of his other hand. There was nothing there. But he could have sworn he’d seen something… or someone.

“Ryan? …Sanji?” he called out, but only a whisper escaped his lips.

He glanced down at his wound. The blood now soaked into his clothing. But then he felt something. A presence. He quickly shot his head toward the doorway, only to hear a sharp snarl that was fitted to a pair of teeth lunging right for his face. He screamed as the sight, the sound and the pain took hold of him.

The man called Sanji fell back against the kitchen counter when he heard the shriek echoing from down the hallway. He dropped the empty glass from his hand and it shattered on the floor as he stumbled, hitting his knee when he fell. “Fuck!” he cried out in pain.

He looked down at the broken glass, not worrying about it as he still found his mind racing at the thought of whose scream that belonged to. Was it Ryan or Jake? Or Kev? No. He was with her, right? Shit. Why had he decided he was hungry?

He found himself clutching onto his sandwich, not noticing that it was still in his hands or that its contents were turning into mush. He gulped, walking out into the narrow hallway. He had to see what it was about. Wait. Maybe Ryan was playing some kind of joke on him. Yeah, like that was anything new.

He began to stumble through the dark hallway, his knee still aching as the lights flickered overhead. He traced a hand along the walls as he headed where the scream had come from. “Jake…. Ryannnn… Kev?” he bit his lip, gulping as he stopped at a corner.

It was then that Sanji noticed something on the floor. It was Ryan. “What the-“ he gasped, ignoring his aching knee as he knelt over, poking at the body of his friend. “Ryan!” He turned him over, seeing what had become of him, the wire hanging from his bruised throat. He yelped, shooting back up to his feet and stumbling backward. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he yelled as he shook his head, turning the other direction and running. Jake, where was Jake?! Where was Kev?!

He turned another corner, noticing as the lights above flickered on and off. He was becoming so anxious that he didn’t even know what direction he was going. The narrow hallways and corridors leading in various directions were like a maze. He stopped in his tracks as he approached a long hallway, the lights in that direction completely gone out. He looked back from where he came, but knew he could not go back.

There was only one way out.

Sanji gulped nervously as he limped toward the dark hallway, completely shrouded in darkness. He couldn’t see anything. He only hoped that this was where the other two had gone. They had to be alive, right?

It was then that he heard a deep, low growl coming from within the darkness. He stopped, shivers running up his spine as the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. He froze, still clutching the mashed up sandwich in his hand. Out of the dark stepped a silver paw, then another one, claws digging into the carpet. Glowing golden eyes pierced the very core of the man’s being, the animal’s silver hair bristling, its ears swung back. It growled ferociously at him, sharp teeth gleaming in the flickering of the light above them. It was a wolf.

The man screamed, throwing the mess of food in his hand toward the beast. The wolf paid no attention to the remnants of the meal that landed next to him on the floor as he stepped slowly toward his cowering victim.

He noticed that the animal was stained with blood in his fur and mouth but it did not belong to the wolf. Is this what had become of his friends? His body shook, wanting to cry out but his voice was frozen. He stepped backwards each time the wolf moved closer to him.

“Run.”

The shaking man didn’t even take the time to notice that the beast had spoken to him. He just obeyed the command that he had heard, turning on his heels and running the opposite direction. His breathing quickened as he took off down the hallway, his arms clutched at his side as he tried to escape his eminent and cruel fate.

…

The man ran a hand through his hair, frowning to himself as he walked up the stairs to the office. He sighed, placing his hand on the doorknob and slowly turning it. He didn’t need to deal with this. Was it really worth the money he was getting paid? Was it worth his sanity? The whole deal was starting to become too much.

He opened the door and entered, closing it behind him as he prepared himself for the worst.

Another door slammed open on the floor below, many feet away. It was the same door that the first man had entered into the warehouse. But this time another man entered into the timber filled workshop, stumbling to the floor. He screamed, desperately scrambling to get up.

The floor was slick and covered in sawdust, causing him to slip each time he tried to gain grip of his shaking body. Just then he felt a pair of sharp jaws quickly latch onto his right leg, pulling him back toward the door. “Noooo!” he screamed as he was dragged back by the beast he was running from.

He clawed at the ground in front of him, trying to escape. He could feel the bone of his lower leg crunching from the impact of those teeth. And then he remembered. He had a gun!

The man yelped again as the wolf roughly pulled him back, snarls escaping from his mouth. He looked back, turning his body halfway over as he quickly tried to reach into his pocket. Success! He swung the weapon out, immediately aiming and taking fire at the wolf. But as soon as he fired the gun the animal let go of him and quickly swerved to the right, lunging forward for his throat, latching on and sinking his teeth in.

The man’s cry of pain came quickly but left suddenly as he was silenced, blood spilling out onto the floor, soaking into the yellow piles of shaved timbers. The body’s eyes went blank, a final breath and all of the life left in him escaping from his lips.

Just then the office door above the room swung open, a man falling back and onto the stairs. “You weren’t supposed to kill anyone!” a woman yelled from inside the office. The man gathered himself and stood up angrily, clutching the side of the wooden railing. “Look, lady! It was an accident!” As he yelled back at his employer something caught his eye.

It was Sanji, across the room, his body on the floor next to the warehouse door, lying in his own blood.

“What the hell?” he muttered to himself.

“What?! What is it?!” the woman’s voice sounded again. She had heard him.

“Stay here.” He replied coldly.

“What? Kev, what’s going on?!” the woman’s voice sounded rushed and panicky.

“Something’s wrong.” The man answered once more as he reached for the office’s doorknob and began to close it. With his other hand he reached into his left pocket, pulling out a gun. “Stay here. I’ll find out.” He closed the door, no reply coming from inside the office.

Kev grimaced, slowly stepping down the tall stairs, his eyes darting back and forth to check his surroundings. When he reached the bottom floor he looked around, seeing nothing out of place aside from the bloody body at the warehouse’s door. It didn’t look like anyone was there. But he knew that wasn’t true. He could feel the presence of something, someone.

“Who’s there?!” he called out, his confidence brimming as he walked out, his gun ready to fire if necessary.

There was no reply at first, until he heard the echoing sound of a tool dropping on the hard cement floor. He spun in the direction the sound had come from, his gun aimed in both hands. He could feel his pulse quickening. “Come out! I know you’re here!” he commanded.

Nothing.

He kept his gun aimed, backing up to the main door where Sanji’s body lay. The lights above him began to flicker on and off. “Shit!” he cursed. He backed up faster now, feeling sweat brimming on his forehead. Another tool dropped, closer this time and from a different direction. He anxiously turned that way, not putting his gun down for one second.

Kev kicked the back of his heel into the body behind him, but there was no reply. He was dead. He knew it. He took a chance and quickly glanced back, hurriedly examining the body. A huge part of his throat was mutilated and torn out, the remnants bloody and spilling out onto the floor. There was another mark on the body’s back leg; a bite wound.

“What the fuck?” he breathed, not noticing as hurried footsteps speedily approached.

He quickly turned when he finally heard them, firing off several shots in no particular direction as he panicked. A silver blur sped past him, a large snarl sounding off as the man dropped his gun when he felt sharp daggers blazing into his skin. He cried out in pain, grasping his hand with his other, desperately looking around for an explanation. And then he saw him, about twenty feet away. A wolf.

He gazed down at his wounded hand, the flesh torn apart and bloody. He looked up as the beast snarled at him again, hackles raised, teeth bared and dripping with the man’s blood. It stepped one foot toward him, a menacing scowl in its glaring eyes.

The man shot his eyes around to see where his gun had landed, grimacing as the pain began to set in. He saw it! It had flown across the room, behind a couple of stations to his right, near the stairs to the office. He glanced back at the wolf who had also noticed the weapon on the floor. The man’s eyes widened and he ran for it, ignoring the sound of the wolf growling and also running. There was no time! He couldn’t look back!

As he swerved around the second workbench he tripped, his body tumbling to the cold cement floor. He yelped in pain when his ankle twisted beneath him, the sound of a crack ringing in his ears. He ignored the pain, blood drawing from his lip as he bit it, looking ahead to the gun a few feet ahead of him. He gasped and with all of his might tried to scramble towards it, his only escape.

As he was about to reach the only hope he knew, he saw another hand picking the gun up. His face spoke only fear as he looked up, seeing the man above him, an all too familiar face. “Y-You?!” Kev growled. As his mind was trying to grip the reality of the situation, he quickly glanced around. The wolf was gone. He shot his eyes to the man once more, realizing everything when he noticed the man’s body covered in blood, those wolf-like golden eyes blazing.

“I-it’s you!” he screamed angrily, “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU?!”

And that was all that escaped his lips as the gun was fired into his head, his body immediately slumping to the ground. Blood spilled out onto the cement floor once more, the only remaining man standing coldly above the dead body, his eyes and facial expression vacant.

The silver haired man turned to his left, glancing up the stairs to the closed office door. This was it. This was the end. It had to be done. There was no other way. And now he knew there was someone else involved in the entire thing. He would tie up all lose ends and then he would finally be free of them.

As he slowly walked up the stairs his mind began to wander, recalling memories of the past, recent and far away. He thought of the boy, his tear stained face as he cried into his chest asking him why. He could imagine him smiling again, knowing that this was the only way to protect him. At least he could take care of him. He never had taken care of her.

This was for her too. This had started as her problem and then he had taken over. She had died and still the debt had followed him. He would never be free. Not until he finished it. Not until he had taken his revenge.

The doorknob turned, slowly opening the door at the top of the stairs.

A woman was behind a desk, her back facing the man as she scrambled behind the desk across the room. When she finally found what she was looking for she quickly spun around, facing the man, a gun in her hands and aimed at the man who stood in front of her, his eyes wide.

“Danielle?” he breathed.

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