Our Beginning | By : Eliza_Kitty Category: +S to Z > Wolf's Rain Views: 2797 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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. :) |
Hello again! This chapter is a little shorter than the first, which was way longer in comparison. Enjoy, we are just getting started! :)
Caution: Further chapters will contain mature content such as language and yaoi, Tsume/Toboe. Be forewarned.
Take Me Home
The tapping sound of rain repeatedly hit the pavement, the smell of dirt washing away with each drop. The storm was loud and clear as the sounds of the city attempted to voice their demands above it, the sounds of car horns, alarmed, before the vehicles screeched to a halt. Pedestrians made their usual paths, each coping in their own way with the storm that had interrupted a perfectly good day. There were some with dripping umbrellas, but many without, quickly scurrying to their destinations.
A red light glared above the young man, reflecting light into his helmet as he waited atop the red motorcycle, waiting for the green go-ahead. The wet rain had fully soaked into his clothes and skin, but he didn’t care. He sighed to himself, anxious to return to his empty apartment and sleep the rest of the day off. He had been working all night and was content to become dead to the world for the next several hours. It was something that he longed for each and every day when it began.
The routine of his daily life seemed meaningless, each day beginning and ending in the same manner it had the previous day before. He scratched the back of his head right underneath his helmet. He thought to himself as his fingertips grazed past the silver hair strands, “I need a haircut.”
Why was he even here? What was the point? His entire life had been a journey from town to town for as long as he could remember. Even as a child, he moved from home to home, never fully settling down into one place. “I was born alone,” he would think to himself from time to time, “I’m alone now and I’ll die alone too.” As a young child, this man had convinced himself that it was better this way, that he was perfectly fine with being alone. But the fact was that he was lonely, even now as an adult. But this was a fact that he would never admit, even to himself.
As these very thoughts repeated once again through his head, the light turned green and he refocused on his current objective. He jutted off with a burst of noise and drove the bike like there was no tomorrow, zipping through the slick streets, in and out of traffic as many cars honked at his abrupt manner. His behavior was dangerous, but he didn’t care, even when he felt the front tire underneath him slip a little while turning a sharp corner.
He caught his own breath as he almost lost control of the vehicle, the tire skidding through a deep puddle. Slightly letting go of the accelerator, his loosened grip relaxed the bike, as well as himself. Even though he knew it was reckless, he soon regained his speed, quickly passing cars and buildings, a flurried flash of colors and light. He just wanted to sleep, forgot the world for one more day.
It was then that he was dreaming of his bed, unmade and not very comfortable, that he happened to glance over to a busy sidewalk of civilians. All though it was a split second as he zoomed past, one person in particular caught his eye. His thoughts, his mind, even his heart stopped when he quickly met the gaze of a younger boy. It was only a moment’s notice, but he spotted him there, in a heavy coat, pink hat and umbrella with auburn hair.
He couldn’t breathe.
He didn’t know who it was. He didn’t know why it had happened. It just did.
Almost immediately, he glanced back at the boy whose eyes he had just met. The younger one still held him in his sight; it appeared that he was also taken by the short moment they had shared together. There was a sense of longing, a tugging, pulling feeling inside of him and he couldn’t understand why. He frowned, turning back to the road ahead just as a screeching car tire woke him up. He speedily swerved to the right, barely missing the back of the truck.
Sighing relief, he continued on his path, for once thankful that he was alive. “That was stupid,” he spoke out loud. The image of the younger boy rushed back into his mind, confusing him once more. He kept the thought for a short moment, but quickly shook his head. He returned to his previous thought pattern and complained to the motorcycle beneath him, “Girl, just take me home so I can sleep.”
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My thoughts: Thank you for reading! So I know I did not mention Tsume’s name in this chapter, but it was fairly obvious that it was him if you watched the last episode, correct? That’s just not the way I write… But that’s a whole ‘nother story. :) Please review if you enjoyed this installment and hold out for the next one, soon to come! Thanks again!
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