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Love Object	By : Resting-Madness Category: +S to Z > Wolf's Rain Views: 4969 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: 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.

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Thursday morning. 7:35. The sun managed to shine brightly after the noisy weather last night. A peace settled over the city, as all were happy not to have to deal with wet umbrellas and soggy footsteps.
Kiba was the first downstairs for breakfast. He made himself some eggs and toast, poured a cup of orange juice, then sat at the kitchen table to eat it. His eyes glanced down at his bookbag sitting beside his chair.
'I'd better remember to check Toboe's homework.' He noted.
A yawn came into the kitchen before his little brother had. "Morning." Toboe's scratchy voice greeted.
"..'bout time you got up." Kiba mentioned. "I thought I was gonna have to roll you out of bed again."
Toboe moved to the cabinets that are set over the counter, pulling it opened he reached up inside grabbing his favorite bowl. It's white with a picture of a running wolf's silhouette painted around it. He'd always concidered it like a sort of obvious family emblem or crest, as it shows a picture of their lastname. Wolf. They had a whole set, but, they kind of got broken along the years. Now only one remained. And Kiba wasn't gonna fight his brother over it.
"Did you do your homework last night?" Kiba asked, trying to keep his voice from getting that 'lecturing' tone to it.
Toboe was busy fixing himself a bowl of Cap'n Crunch, as he answered. "Yup - - even did the extra credit." He smiled proudly, but it went unseen. "It's in my bookbag."
Beep! Beep!
The horn turned both the Wolf brother's heads to the kitchen window beside the table. "Is that Hige?" Toboe asked.
Careful as can be, the younger Wolf walked his bowl over to the table, making sure to move his feet as little as possible - - almost like he were tippy-toeing through snow, so he wouldn't leave a trench. He'd accidently over-filled the milk in the bowl; one wrong step would have the bouyed cereal sprinkling out of the bowl in a heartbeat.
Kiba scissored the blinds apart with his fingers so he could look out the window. That was Hige's car, alright. 'What is he doing here so early?' Kiba wondered, though he doesn't exactly care.
"Hiya, runt!" The spice haired visitor patted the boy roughly on his shoulder. His greeting was followed directly by a telling - Splat!
"Aaa, way to go, Hige. You made me spill some." Placing the bowl - though, less carefully now that he's spilled some - down onto the table. Toboe hurried across the kitchen for a napkin.
Hige laughed watching the pre-teen as he helped himself to a pinch-worth of the dry cereal that's floating atop the milk.
Toboe ripped furiously at the napkins on the roller, muttering as he does so. "I wish you would give a guy some warning before you do that. I haven't eaten yet, and it's almost time to go." He padded back over to the table and began to clean up the mess.
"Sorry, geez." Hige popped another piece of cereal into his mouth. "Kiba, you guys almost ready to go? I left my car running, and you know how my mom hates that."
Kiba, who had unseenly grabbed Toboe's homework papers looked up fom them and gave his lover a faint smile of a greeting, before replying. "Yeah." Looking down at his brother, he stood up from the table returning the worksheets to their folder. "Put your bowl in the sink, we'll get something on the way."
Toboe's eyes widened with excited presumption. "McDonald's?" He asked with a plead in his voice and juicy red gaze.
"I was thinking something more along the lines of a muffin or donut." Kiba walked out of the kitchen to retrieve their jackets.
Hige leaned down as though he were going to help Toboe, but instead of lifting bits of cereal he whispered in the boy's ear. "Don't give in to that, runt. Keep asking..." He glanced up to make sure Kiba wasn't returning. "I'll even help you."
"Ha!" Toboe stood from the crouch, grabbed his bowl from the table, then walked it over to the sink. He dumped its contents into the garbage disposal then rinsed his fingers. "Last time you helped me with asking for something I'd wanted, you chickened out and told Kiba it was all my idea."
Hige stuck a finger in his ear, twisting it around. It's his trademark that means: Well, you've got me there. "This is different, this is just food!"
"No." Toboe insisted.
"Aaa, you're no fun." He waved him off. He loved messing with the brothers; they're always so close-knit and sweet to each other. Nothing like how Hige would be with his brother or sister - if he had any, that is.
"If you two are done arguing, I'm ready to go." Kiba said, startling the duelists. He handed Toboe his jacket before giving him a little shove towards the door. "Move."
The three of them filed out of the house, Hige leading and Toboe behind him followed by Kiba; who locked the front door behind them.
"Uh, Kiba? Instead of a muffin, do you think maybe we could get something from McDonalds?" Toboe asked meekly.
"Hige?" Kiba said in his warning tone. Toboe knows that when he says: "No" the response is usually set in stone. His brother would only challenge it if Hige put him up to it.
Feigning innocent, Hige pointed to himself with a quirked brow, then with a guiltless smile, he said. "What? It was the kid's idea!"
Balking, Toboe spat. "You jerk!"
Kiba rolled his eyes to the sky and climbed into the passanger side of the car. They were like this just about every morning.
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A red motorcycle sped down the street towards a large brick building. The man riding it was dressed in all black in a pair of jeans, a long sleeved shirt with three undone buttons cutting it open in a V and heavy black boots with silver decorative clasps. The wind whipped the shirt around the man's body like a parachute, as he guided the vehicle down the street and towards the front parking lot of a school building. A low sound was heard from beneath his black helmet; he slowed the motorbike to a stop.
Pulling off his hemlet, Tsume answered the pestering cellphone after the fourth ring sounded, even though he knew who it would be - his agent - again. "What?"
"Calvin is offering a six million dollar contract with them, per picture!" The man said in a harried voice. "You'd be a damned fool not to take it."
"I've been presumed worse." He replied callously. His attention was barely on what the man was saying. He was instead watching for a car - a certain car, in fact - well, a certain two cars. Sometimes the Wolfs got a ride from that oranget haired idiot, Toboe's brother hung out with. What was it, Hide or Hime? He didn't know or care. He'd only heard their names in passing as they dropped the boy off.
"Tsume, please... if you're not thinking about yourself, then... then think of meee. Pleease... This is all I have."
"Not my problem." The model smiled at his own defying ways.
The man sounded hysterically-mad now. "Hhhu, you're a bastard Tsume - - a bastard! I've invested a lot of money in your career, and I'll be da.."
The accused 'bastard' hung up his phone at the arrival of the blue Taurus. "Bingo." Shifting his stance around the motorcycle, Tsume peaked over a swarm of cars and students to watch his object-of-desire get out of the car.
The back seat door swung open and Toboe stuck his leg out. Tsume couldn't hold back a smile seeing even that little piece of Toboe. He had been fixated on him for a month now, and it was driving him mad that he couldn't be any closer to him than the distance of parked cars and buses.
Sure. Tsume knew being attracted to a kid was weird and beyond a couple years worth of prison days, but he honestly couldn't help it. He himself detested hearing about things like that - child molestation and rape - but he had no intention of doing those things. He wanted Toboe, not as a prize, but to love. It's completely different.
Tsume really felt he could love this boy. He does love this boy. And Toboe could love him. He was sure of it.
"Bye, Kiba and Hige!" Toboe called over his shoulder with a wave.
Tsume blinked with a wider smile appearing on his face. 'He's stunning.'
Toboe was wearing his usual attire. Anything that could cover him up! A turtle neck and an opened button-down worn over it, with a pair of blue jeans. The only thing that marred a frown on Tsume's face was the fact that his desire had a stale Dunkin Donuts muffin held in one hand.
'Tch. If you were mine,' thought Tsume sternly. 'You would never be forced to eat that cheap crap!'
"Hey Cheza." Toboe greeted his best friend when spotting her at the double-doors into the building. The girl waved to him. "Want half of my muffin?" He asked.
Cheza nodded, holding out her hand for the half of the banana chocolate chip muffin her friend had pulled off for her. The two talked outside of the large entry doors for a moment then they disappeared beyond in the building.
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Hige's car drove away on Kiba's instruction. The eldest Wolf had to make sure his little brother made it to and into the school building safely. He was the only family member he had left, after that day... And his father told him - it was the very last words he'd said on this earth - "Take care of Toboe."
Then, they were gone... Shaking off the thought, Kiba turned his attention back to the destination ahead. Hoping upon hope, that Hige wouldn't start to question him about last night. Muchlike Toboe, Hige wondered why Kiba had such a fear of thunder storms. But the often emotionless Wolf refused to tell even him. It would be a secret he'd keep to his grave.
"Hey! Asshole!" Hige called out the window to a man speeding by on a red motorcycle. "Did you see the way that guy cut me off?"
Kiba honestly hadn't. But he nodded all the same.
"What's with you?" The orange-brunet wondered. "You seem distracted."
"It's nothing." Was always his answer for everything, when really Kiba just doesn't wanna talk about it.
Hige looked him over then shrugged. "Whatever."
"Yeah... Whatever." Kiba repeated gazing out the window. 'It's a clear day, let's just stay positive.'
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