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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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My goodness! Can you believe we’re at the 19^th installment? At this point, we make it to 30, who knows. ^^ I hope you’re enjoying it so far. I’m excited about the upcoming chapters too and what is in store for our boys. ;)

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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. :)

Sorrow and Decay

Toboe… Do you remember the day we met? Do you remember the things I said, the things I did? I could never understand why you would always come back to me. I know you said that you saw something in me, that you believed in me, even when I didn’t. I always felt so out of place in this world back then. I was nothing more than a lone wolf... But everything changed when I met you…

…

It had been one month and three days since the moment the boy had walked out of his life. He had stood there quietly as he only listened, with all the desires in the world to run after him, but with no power to do so. Was it that he had given up?

Maybe.

But there was a part of him that wanted to let the boy go, to set him free as he knew he longed to be. As much as he would’ve liked to, he couldn’t hold him captive. Even though he seemed docile at times, the kid had an independent spirit, and he couldn’t crush that. He admired that about him too much.

He always had. Even though he hated to admit it.

As he stood in the kitchen, stirring a boiling pot of oatmeal, the man sighed to himself. Had it really been that long since Toboe left? And had he really been counting the days?

He looked up, glancing over to the calendar that hung on the wall. Yes, he had counted every single day. And by now, he really had given up it seemed. Each day had played out to be a waiting game, every now and then watching the door, wondering if the boy would simply waltz back into his life. But no. He never had.

There were times he even grew angry, mad at himself for not going after him. Was he a coward?

The man’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of sizzling on the burner. He quickly looked down, grimacing as he noticed the oatmeal was boiling over. Cursing, he pulled the pot off the burner and turned it off. When he began to stir it once more, he saw that it was nearly ruined, burnt to the bottom of the pan. He sat his botched breakfast aside, leaning against the counter behind him with a hand over his eyes.

Why did he always fuck everything up?

He stood there for a moment until his mind began to wander back to the boy once more. Then his stomach growled. Groaning, he stepped over to the fridge and pulled the door open, looking around inside at its contents. Toboe had always been the one to take care of this. What few things he learned from putting together meals, he’d picked up from the kid. He was never good at cooking, aside from just eating a loaf of bread... if that even counted.

Seeing that the fridge was near empty, he grabbed what he found-a carton of cottage cheese. He shrugged, closing the door and going back to the kitchen counter. He pulled open the nearest drawer, finding a spoon to eat. As he did so, he was thankful that his “breakfast” hadn’t expired yet. He needed to go grocery shopping, didn’t he?

At least he had the day off. Yes, even though he’d missed a few days, he was able to get his job back at the factory. However, he was demoted back to the night shift because of the trouble he’d caused. It was embarrassing, to have to crawl back like that. But he was still thankful that he had the job. Right now he wanted to concentrate on just simply living.

He looked around at his surroundings, standing in that apartment that still felt abandoned since the boy left. A part of him felt that he should’ve left as well, returning to that worn down building he once called home within the most crime ridden part of the city. But he couldn’t. Aside from the part that wanted to leave there, most of him hoped that the boy might return one day. He had even tried to keep it clean as the kid liked it.

Was he hoping for too much?

Maybe it would be best if could just forget it all. The boy was never coming back, was he?

Was this a fact that he had to face? Or worse… had something happened?

No. He couldn’t think like that. The kid was fine. He wanted to leave, didn’t he? And he had, so who cared? He could take care of himself.

The man frowned, finishing what was left of the cottage cheese. It wasn’t his favorite, but he was hungry. Still hungry, in fact. He sighed, sitting the container and spoon in the sink. Deciding that he needed to take advantage of the day, he walked over to the back of the sofa, finding a black tank top. He didn’t realize when a smile crossed his lips, imaging the boy sitting there as he had once before.

The boy had been staring at him for a while, his eyes searching him as the man stood there only wearing his jeans. “What are you looking at?” the man finally asked, noticing the look on his face. The boy turned away, blushing. “N-nothing…”

The man smirked, “You like what you see?”

“No!” the boy shot back at him angrily. Then he looked down once more, “It’s your scar… or birthmark. I still wonder where you got that.”

The man looked away, “It’s nothing, really,” he looked at the boy again, “Why do you care, Toboe?”

“I’m curious.” The boy looked at him and smiled, “I just want… to know all of you.” He looked down again, blushing once more.

The man smiled as well, “I’ll tell you… one of these days… But for now, grab your jacket and let’s go. We gotta go to the market. You’re still making me dinner, right?” he asked.

Toboe nodded, “Yes!”

“Well then, c’mon, kid!” The man reached his hand out, the boy jumping up and running to him. As they walked out the door, the man put his arm around him, kissing him on the forehead. “You’re too cute.” the man commented on the boy’s cheerful demeanor.

The boy laughed happily, pushing him away, “Tsume!” he smiled embarrassingly.

The man frowned once more, bringing himself back to the present. He had become angry again, remembering those weeks they had together that seemed like yesterday, still in reach but yet so long ago. He felt like cursing, wanting to slam a fist into the wall next to him but knew that it was no use. Instead he sighed and slipped on the black tank. He also found his boots and put those on too, pulling his blue jeans down over them. That was all he needed. Summer was finally here.

…

As the man walked through the corridors of the market street, he could feel the blistering heat from the sun beating down on his back. The summer days were in full swing and it was very hot. At that moment he felt a little regretful that his arms were bare, knowing that he would most likely get burned. But he didn’t care. He was tanned enough that it wouldn’t matter that much.

Walking along the busy sidewalk filled with other shoppers, he stopped at different stands to find items to fill his bags. It was mostly bread at first, that being his favorite. But he did happen to pick up some vegetables as well as a large fish, excited to get home and cook it. He was hungry.

As he was munching on a roll when he was about to leave the market, he saw a fruit stand on his way out. He stopped, realizing that his bags weren’t completely balanced with all that he needed to fill the apartment’s empty fridge. As he was picking a few apples and oranges to buy, he caught a scent that brought familiar memories to his mind. Looking to his left, he noticed a basket filled with peaches, their aroma filling the air with their ripeness. They’d been in season for a while, but now more than ever.

He brought one of the peaches to his nose, breathing it in. It reminded him of Toboe. Not only was the fruit soft like the boy’s skin, but it smelt like him too. That figured though. These were the kid’s favorite. Every visit they took to the market would always include picking up a few of these. He went ahead and bought a few, adding them to his bag to take home.

As he was walking back towards the apartment moments later, one of bags tore in the bottom, a few of the apples and peaches spilling out. “Shit,” he muttered, bending over to pick them up. It was when he rose to his feet, the fruit in hand, that he was caught off guard. What he saw when he looked forward was an all too familiar face passing at the stop light in front of him.

But it wasn’t an old friend.

It couldn’t be…

Seeing that the man had not seen him, he quickly turned the opposite way, walking faster. His mind began to race, his heart quickening to a panic. What was he doing here? Why…

Yes. He remembered.

It had to be what he’d done not long over a month ago. Why had he taken it so lightly?! He ought to have been crazy to think that his problems would just disappear like that. He was a murderer now. And the man that he’d just seen crossing the street had good reason to be here.

It had to be for him

Shit! He thought, walking faster and faster. Before he reached the nearby street corner on his detour, he looked back in the direction he had come, searching for the man. It was crowded, the street full of passerby’s and he was nowhere to be seen. Had he lost him? Had he even seen him in the first place?

Surely not.

When he finally made it back to the boy’s apartment, he unlocked the door, scrambling quickly to get in. Once he was inside, he shut the door behind him, leaning against it as he dropped the bags of groceries at his feet. He remained standing there for several minutes, lost in thought.

He brought his hand up to cover his face as he frowned in anger. What had he done?

He could be so stupid sometimes, acting out of anger without thinking. He always regretted it and now this was the one of the worst regrets of all. He’d made the decision to protect he and Toboe, but at what cost? And was it the right decision?

No.

It was impulsive. When was he going to get it right? He should have listened to the kid, who wanted to run away. That would have been the easiest and now, the wisest solution. Would they have really followed after them? He was just one man with a debt. Surely there were other scams they had going on. And she was in charge of it all, wasn’t she? No… it wasn’t just her. It was her brother too.

And now he was here-Keith.

Had he come to collect? Had he come to get revenge? Did he even know that he murdered his sister?

Why had he done that?!

Yes, he was betrayed. And she admitted everything. From the start everything had been nothing but lies. She used him, even faked her own death! She even tried to kill him! It was in self defense…

But was that really why?

Maybe it was that he himself wanted revenge… How could he blame her brother for wanting the same?

He shook his head, not wanting to admit the truth as he felt immense guilt over the mistake he’d made. As many excuses as he could come up with, he still couldn’t get a complete grasp over the situation. He felt so lost. He couldn’t stop thinking about the man. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. And what made matters worse, he couldn’t stop thinking about Toboe and how he had abused him because of his own selfish behavior.

He didn’t know what he was going to do…

…

Hours later the sun was beginning to go down, the sounds of the city grower softer as night began to approach. There was barely any light inside of the apart as the man sat at the kitchen table by himself, a plate with remnants with what had been his dinner sitting in front of him. As he sat there, he held the fork firmly in his right hand, appearing to be lost in thought as he stared at the somewhat empty plate.

His meal had been decent enough. It several hours after he arrived home that he’d decided to fry the fish he’d bought at the market. He had remembered that when Toboe cooked it for him, he used salt and lemon to flavor it… but what else? It wasn’t the same.

How he had longed for the kid’s version of the dish. And it was so simple to begin with. It was taking him the longest time to remember why it’d been different. Was it because he himself cooked it? Was the pan too hot or too cool? No.

How did the boy know all these things about cooking? He thought for a moment and then recalled him saying that he was raised by his grandmother. That had to be it. It couldn’t have been anything else. Cooking that good had to be taught from the time you were little. Toboe’s Gran…

He began to feel guilty once more as he remembered the kid talking about her. She died, leaving him as the only member left of his family. And what did he do when the boy told him about it? Well the first time, he ignored it… the second time, he only simply acknowledged it.

Why was he such an asshole?

It made him angry. He wanted to change, to be a better person. Why was it that Toboe could be so caring towards others? …He was very trusting too. If it weren’t for that, he may have never even found him again.

He didn’t notice, but the man smiled as an image of the boy ran through his head, standing there at the entrance of his work’s parking lot. He had ran after him when he saw him pass by, following him and then on top of that, asking for a ride home. He was ballsy, he had to give him that.

But they knew each other, didn’t they? …Even though neither of them realized it at that point.

It was so odd that night after he’d dropped the kid off at the apartment. He remembered sitting there as his bike quietly hummed, watching the boy’s movements, listening to his every word… His heart longed to be near him even then, all though he didn’t know why.

The man sighed and closed his eyes, leaning back in his chair. He wanted to go back to that day and do everything all over again. If only he’d known what the future would have brought, he would have redone every choice all over again. He would have never said the words he’d said. He would have never done the things he’d done.

He slowly opened his eyes, frowning as he realized what was done, was done. He couldn’t go back, he couldn’t do it over. Everything was lost. And it was all his fault.

He groaned angrily, standing up as he roughly pushed his plate away from him. He bit his lip when the plate slid right off the table and shattered on the floor, growing even angrier as he remembered how quickly his emotions could get out of hand.

The man stood there for a moment, looking at the broken plate on the ground, wondering what he should do about it. It was a few minutes before he decided to pick up the broken pieces, tossing them into the trash under the counter. At least he could do this… he could fix this one single mistake.

After he was finished he stood back up, noticing the glowing orange light from the sun that entered through the living room’s window. As he walked over to the front door, he grabbed one of the peaches he’d bought earlier from the fruit bowl on the table. He bit into it as he opened the door, juice trickling down his chin.

It was succulent with sweet flavor, soft and moist. As he chewed and swallowed the bite, he stepped outside, leaning against the side of the open door. The sun was going down for the night, casting beautiful shades of red, orange, purple and yellow in the sky. He bit into the peach again, savoring its sweet taste as he watched the sunset, once more thinking of the boy.

The kid loved watching the sunsets almost every night. He’d said it was something he had loved to do since he was little. He himself wasn’t as sensitive as that, finding beauty in nature, so he’d given him a hard time about it. His usual teasing embarrassed him now, feeling guilty for the things he’d said.

As he stood there, eating the peach, relaxing as he watched the sun go down, he realized that there was nothing wrong with that. There was something about finding beauty in the most natural and simplest of things that brought him peace. He found the guilt and anger inside of him subsiding, slowly fading just as the sun was.

It was when he bit into the peach once more that pain came and he cursed, accidentally biting into the pit. It made him so angry that he growled, biting his lip and hurling the fruit onto the cement. He watched it collide with the hard pavement, parts of the peach’s flesh flying off at the impact. He was frustrated that he hadn’t been paying attention when he hurt his jaw.

An image flashed into his mind when he did this, recalling a past event when he’d thrown that leftover sandwich at the kid, it hitting the ground in the same fashion that the peach had. It was from his past life, when Toboe had first had the guts to tag along after him. Even then, he’d been so cold.

He began to relax again, realizing that he was falling back into old habits. The peach lay on the ground in remnants, the pit still intact of course. The kid was so much like that peach, he thought. He recalled his the bruises on his skin the morning he left, the man’s guilt returning to him. But the boy was still filled with determination that day, facing the man who had hurt him. He seemed so soft on the outside, but inside he held such strength. He really had grown. He’d even had the guts to stand up to him, even to the point of leaving him behind.

He wondered how he was doing now. It had been so long... Was he safe? …Where was he?

The man frowned, looking out to the sunset once more.

He needed a drink.

…

The sun had almost completely gone down in the sky as the man drove up to his destination. Pulling over, he parked the motorcycle and got off onto the sidewalk. He stood there for a moment after he took off his helmet, glancing at the sunset once more. Just as his thoughts were about to overwhelm him again, he shook his head and groaned.

He dismissed any thoughts of the kid that had begun to curve their way into his mind as he walked past a bustling crowd. A few obvious friends stood together in front of the bar, talking and laughing together. It made him frown. No matter what, it had always angered him to see others around him so carefree. Was he jealous? Maybe.

He paused as the bar’s door swung open, a few others leaving while they spoke their conversations. Rolling his eyes, he walked in, stopping in the entryway to look around. The bar was lively and noisy, filled with people sitting at booths and tables while others played pool or darts. Was this a good choice? Maybe it would’ve been easier to take a trip to the liquor store and drink himself to sleep at home?

He shrugged. It didn’t matter. Here was here now, wasn’t he?

Seeing a free seat at the bar, he made his way through the crowd, sitting down when he finally got there. He sighed to himself, leaning into the bar as he relaxed himself on the stool. A woman promptly made her way over to him, most likely seeing that he was in distress and thinking that he would probably be a good customer. She smiled, trying to catch his eye, “What can I get for ya?”

The man glanced up at her, his expression troubled, “Anything to get me drunk.”

She laughed, “Coming right up!” and grabbed a bottle and a shot glass from behind the counter. She quickly poured the drink and sat in front of him. Picking it up, he examined the clear golden liquor for a moment. And with that, he threw his head back along with the drink, gulping it down. He caught his breath at the dryness of it, slamming the glass back onto the counter. He paused before continuing, “Again,” He muttered.

“Gladly,” the bartender nodded as she poured him another. He quickly drank that as well, nodding to her for a refill when he was finished. After that, the woman sat the bottle down next to him. “How’s about I just leave it here?” she asked.

“That’s an idea.” The man smirked, swallowing another glass. The woman frowned at the rude remark before shrugging and going off to help another customer.

As he began to pour himself another drink, he heard someone say, “Getting drunk, are we?” He looked up, noticing a man who sat a few feet over, no others sitting in the seats between them. He quickly realized who it was, his heart stopping and his eyes widening. He didn’t say anything, rather looked down to his drink, debating whether to finish it or not. Should he run?

“Well… so am I.” the other man continued. “Wait…” he paused, thinking, “I know you!” He looked over to him now, smiling right before he took another gulp of his beer. He had other empty glasses in front of him, shot sizes and larger. He had obviously been here for a while.

The first man finally decided to speak up, “Keith, it’s been a long time.” He faked a rough smile, not sure what was going to happen. Did he know?

“Yeah, too long… H-how long, do ya think?” The man stood up from across the bar, still holding onto his mug. He slowly made his way over to him, stumbling before he filled the empty seat next to him. Tsume was frozen, but he could smell the alcohol on his breath. He was loaded with it. This somehow made him relax, even if just a little. “I don’t know, three years or so?”

“Th-three years? Really?” he leaned in next to him, wrapping an arm around him. Tsume tensed up at Keith’s touch, listening to him as he continued, “Whats wrong?” he asked, letting go of the uncomfortable man. “It’s been so loooooong… I’d think you’d be excited to see me!” he laughed a little, turning away from him and leaning back in his seat. He took another gulp of his beer, his smile soon fading to a frown.

Keith then leaned forward, resting his head on his left arm and looking over at Tsume who remained there sitting still. “Seriously… I can’t believe you’re here, of all people. Who would’ve guessed?” He turned away from him and took another sip, “So tell me, how’ve you been?” he asked, staring vacantly at the mirror behind the bar, watching he and his old friend’s reflection.

Tsume was beginning to grow angry at the man’s attitude. Did he seriously not know what had happened? And what was with this small talk? He’d left him with his debt and took off after his sister allegedly died. How could he be so carefree, acting like he was running into an old pal? This wasn’t some fucking reunion.

As his anger worsened, he began to feel his logic disappear as well. This worried him, as a part of him was afraid that if he said anything, he’d be in serious trouble. And the larger part of him wanted to call Keith on his shit. But then Danielle reappeared in his mind, this man’s sister and his own former lover, who he’d murdered.

“I’m fine, just working a lot,” Tsume finally answered. He lifted the shot glass in front of him and drank the liquor he’d recently poured himself. This is it, he thought. He had to be careful, now that the way things were beginning to play out. All he had to do now was relax and look for a quick way out. Dammit, he thought once more. Why didn’t he leave this town when he had the chance? He’d be with the kid and away from this hellhole. What the fuck was wrong with him?

“What about you?” Tsume asked him, immediately regretting the question when Keith answered, “I’m looking for someone.” He took another drink, emptying the last of the mug’s cold liquid. Sitting down his empty drink, he waved at the bartender who quickly came over to refill his beer. Tsume watched as she did so, wondering where Keith was going with this conversation. It was driving him insane, wondering if he really knew the truth, the horrible mistake he’d made over a month ago.

As he ran through these thoughts, he noticed the television mounted behind the bar. If he didn’t feel dead already, the news was on and it was airing an all too familiar story. He watched the screen, frozen as he wondered if Keith was watching too. But he couldn’t look at him.

Tsume watched as the bartender left them, images of the warehouse district flashing on the screen as a woman narrated them, “…Police are still looking for the suspect or suspects involved in the warehouse murders that took place over a month ago at Marco’s Lumber Supply Company.” Photos appeared of a woman and four men. “The victims- Danielle Stallins, Kevin William, Jake Mull, Sanji Satou and Ryan Davis were brutally murdered, their bodies discovered the following day by the lumber company’s workers.” The screen went to interviews with the workers, each saying a few things about their involvement and how hideous the scene was.

Tsume could feel his blood rushing into his face and even though he felt frozen, he managed to glance over at Keith, wanting to see his reaction. He was just plainly watching the television as he took another sip of his drink. Tsume couldn’t believe this. He didn’t even look upset! He just sat there with a blank expression on his face as he stared at the screen. His sister’s death was being reported on the tv! What the hell was wrong with him?!

The news then flashed back to the anchorman, “Thank you Carrie. How upsetting… We are re-airing this story because of the recent witness that came forward. A local teenager, we will not give her name… claims that she and friends were in the area when they saw a man fleeing the warehouse that night who was covered in blood. The police have this detailed sketch on who they believe to be the perpetrator of these crimes.” A drawn image of who appeared to be Tsume was now shown on the screen as the anchorman continued, “The police believe this man had a dog with him because of a few wounds found on the victims. If you have any…”

The television’s report began to fade off into the distance as Tsume’s focus was now on someone else. He was frozen as he began to push his seat away from the bar as he watched Keith slowly turn to face him. His expression was now intense with anger as he looked back at him, breathing heavily as he also pushed his seat back.

“Y-You… YOU FUCKING BASTARD!” he screamed at the top of his lungs, Tsume taking that moment to quickly dart from his seat. He desperately pushed through the crowd who had stopped to watch the scene. He could hear Keith’s stool fall on the floor, knowing that he was quickly coming after him.

He ran through the front door, accidentally knocking over a couple who yelled at him as they landed on the sidewalk. Leaping onto his bike and quickly revving it up, he saw Keith running and stumbling out of the bar just as he took off.

Tsume drove as fast as he could down the street, thankful that rush hour had passed. The moon had begun to take the sun’s place, the street lamps lit up and the other vehicle’s headlights glowing. At first he wasn’t sure which direction he’d taken off in, and tried to get his bearings down so he knew which way he would go to get back to the apartment. He then noticed that he was missing his helmet, which he’d left at the bar. He could just get another one soon. It would be no trouble as long as he didn’t get into a wreck before then.

No sooner did these thoughts run through his mind, did he begin to hear a low humming that was getting closer. He quickly glanced back as the sound grew louder. It was Keith! He too was on a motorcycle and was fast on his heels.

“SHIT!” Tsume cursed out loud, hitting the gas harder. He didn’t expect this!

He found himself quickly swerving through the streets, dodging in and out of the honking traffic. He could hear the engine on the motorcycle behind him revving up and getting closer. He knew that Keith was moving as quickly as he could to keep up with him. He could feel his heart beating quickly, his pulse quickening as the noise of Keith’s bike grew louder.

He couldn’t go back to the apartment now! He’d find him for sure. And what if Toboe came back for him? Toboe…

Tsume growled, looking back again as Keith and his bike moved closer, cutting off a moving truck that blared its horn at him. He could see his face now, no helmet on his head as his long hair flew back, his eyes wild with intense hatred as he glared back at him. Keith leaned into his bike then, advancing on him.

Tsume bit his lip and looked back ahead, noticing that he’d made his way onto the freeway. It wasn’t long before his heart jumped, seeing a clearing in the road just a few cars in front of him. Once he made it to that point, he could go at full speed and take off, hopefully leaving Keith far behind him. He quickly swerved to the left, barely making it as he cut off a small car.

Shit! He thought, immediately dodging another car.

That was it! He’d made it past the few vehicles and into the clearing. He then went full throttle, hoping that his bike could hold out long enough. He quickly moved straight forward, his motorcycle going at full speed. Just when he thought he’d made it far enough away, he heard Keith again, moving closer and closer.

Dammit! He was drunk! How could he make it this far?! Was he that determined?!

Tsume bit his lip, praying to God that something, anything would set Keith back and he could get away at least for now. Everything was happening way too fast!

When had his life changed like this so dramatically?! …It was the kid. If he’d never met him… no. He couldn’t think like that. This was bound to happen, one way or the other.

Just then he could feel his bike giving out a little and he knew he had to cool it down. It couldn’t keep going at this pace. Tsume regrettably slowed down, hearing Keith approaching him. He then glanced to his right, seeing him at his side. He bit his lip as the man suddenly swerved into him, just barely dodging the collision.

“YOU’RE FUCKING CRAZY!” Tsume instinctively shouted at him.

“PULL OVER!” Keith hollered back.

Tsume didn’t want to. But he knew he had to. He knew Keith all too well. He was determined even back when they were kids. And he wouldn’t let up until he had his way. At this point, he was going to kill them both!

This was the end of the road… quite literally.

Tsume began to let go of the accelerator, his bike slowing. But just when he thought it was over, it was in that moment that he noticed Keith’s bike giving up on him. He glanced over at him, surprised as he saw Keith’s face in shock. It was then that the man’s bike stopped all together, giving Tsume the opportunity to take off once more.

And so he did, just as the man pulled a gun from his pocket and shot in his direction. “DAMMIT! YOU FUCKER!” Keith screamed wildly as he shot after him. But it was no use as Tsume’s bike took him faster, the man’s screams fading away from him, “I’LL FIND YOU! YOU’RE GONNA DIE! DO YOU HEAR ME?! I WILL FIND YOU!!! ”

Tsume frowned at the threats, knowing that it was inevitable but at least he’d bought himself some time for now. He kept driving as fast his bike would take him into the night, several minutes passing by. All that was behind him was the city, lit up and in front of him was the dark road leading away, few cars here and there.

And then, without warning, he thought of Toboe again. The image suddenly brought to his mind was from his past life when he’d first found him in that alleyway. He was shocked as he looked up at him, “Y-you’re… you’re like me…”

Tsume couldn’t help but smile. And even though he had good reason to be angry, he could feel the bitter emotions fading away from his heart. It was a matter of letting go, wasn’t it? From the time he was a child, never knowing his parents, going from home to home and town to town, the anger had become a part of him. Even in his last life…

It was the same story all over again. It was so hard for him to trust. He truly was a lone wolf. He’d even traded in being a part of his first pack for a quick escape. That was the reason he had this scar. It was who he was. He held himself so proudly, but he was a coward. He was then… and he was now.

But he couldn’t hold onto that any longer, it had to change. When was he going to start living? It was tearing his life apart. He couldn’t keep doing this. His anger only brought more anger, the hatred, more hatred and the violence, more violence. It had to end.

And letting go of this town was just the beginning. He didn’t know where he was headed. Only that it was away from here, this city full of nothing but sorrow and decay.

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