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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. :)

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Hello! Here is the fourth installment, enjoy!

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. :)

Just Run

The rain wouldn’t let up. He tightly held the book against his chest as he ran, occasionally slipping through a puddle or two. He felt rushed and worried; he needed to be home, with Gran. Why didn’t he call in? What was going on? What was it with those wolves in his dreams and the book? And that man on the motorcycle?

He felt now as if he were in that dream again, running towards a destination unknown, lost. Just lost and running. The streets were still crowded with people and vehicles but he made it back to their apartment in a short time, as opposed to the morning commute. He hadn’t wanted to go to work in the first place, all though he wouldn’t have gotten the book that was in his arms.

He glanced down at the book for a moment before he opened the front door, a couple of flower pots at his feet. The door was unlocked again; it happened often. As it slowly opened, an immediate sense of urgency pulsated through him. “Gran!” he gasped, seeing the old woman on the floor. Panicking, he dropped the umbrella and book on the floor and rushed to her side, roughly moving the fallen chair beside her out of the way. “Gran!” he yelled again, shaking her shoulders. There was no response.

He pressed his head to her chest and his breathing quickened, eyes welling up with tears. There was still a heartbeat! She was still alive, thank God! It didn’t take a moment for him to grab the phone off the counter and to quickly punch in the numbers. The operator could hardly say anything before he shouted into the phone, “Please! Come quick! She’s dying!”

It wasn’t long before the boy found himself sitting in a hospital waiting room. It was excruciating. It had been a couple of hours of just sitting there and looking at the clock. He couldn’t pick up a magazine or go to get a snack; he couldn’t eat. The room was full of people waiting in their seats, each with their own sets of problems. But the worst part was that most everyone was silent. He longed to leave the room, to get a coffee or something. But he had to stay put; it could be any moment now. Any moment Gran would be brought out, most likely in a wheelchair and they could go home.

No.

It wasn’t like that, was it?

He began to cry, covering his face with his hands, afraid that others might see. What was he going to do? “Please God,” he thought,

“I can’t do it… I don’t want to be alone.”

The waiting room doors thudded, a tall man, obviously a doctor, walking through. Every single person in the waiting room stopped whatever they were doing and stood at full attention. No one knew who the doctor would call on, whether it would be good or bad news, or if he was just simply taking a break.

“Ando? Toboe Ando?”

Toboe didn’t say anything for a moment, fearful for the answer.

“Toboe Ando?” He sounded impatient.

Toboe bit his lip and stood up. “All right. Can you come with me, please?” he asked and gestured that he follow him elsewhere. He anxiously followed the doctor into a less crowded corridor of the hospital, shortly down the hall. He held a clipboard with papers in his hand and began to flip through them, a black pen in the other hand. “You might want to sit down-“

“No, I’m fine.” the boy interrupted him.

“All right,” he grimaced, “There is no easy way to say this, but your grandmother didn’t make it.” The doctor waited for a reply, but the boy just stared at him with a vacant expression. He continued, “The cardiac arrest she suffered was just too great of an impact on someone of her age.” He patted the frozen boy on the shoulder, “I’m sorry for your loss… If you can see Cindy at the front desk, there’s some paperwork and she’ll take care of the rest.” There was still no answer. “Would you like to… see the body?”

That upset him, “She’s not a body! She’s my Gran!”

The doctor frowned and backed off a little, “Like I said, please see Cindy.” He then made his way back down the hall as Toboe stood there, feeling completely helpless and alone.

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An alarm sounded abruptly, awakening the man from his deep sleep. He groaned and swiped at the alarm sitting on the floor, sending it flying across the room but not shutting it up. He lay there for another five minutes, trying to ignore the beeping annoyance. It was no use.

He pulled himself out of bed, bare tanned legs and feet touching the floor. He frowned at the dirty carpet, knowing that he was to blame, but it still angered him. There was clutter everywhere, clothes, trash, boxes filled with his belongings. But hey, it was a small studio apartment; even the kitchen was in the same room as his messy bed. That was fair, right?

He scratched his bare back and stood up, stretching off any sleepiness that remained. Pulling up his shorts a little, he walked into the bathroom to get ready for the start of another glorious day. He performed the usual shower, shaving and dress then proceeded to the kitchen for a quick bite. Bread rolls; you couldn’t go wrong there.

He never really had time for a decent meal, aside from occasional bar food. And that wasn’t saying much. He’d never had anyone to take care of him, let alone cook for him. He was efficient though, a smart guy. And even as a child, sometimes you just had to learn things a little earlier than most.

He finished his quick little assessment of himself and grabbed his big black coat, put on his boots and headed out. Those steel plates weren’t going to assemble and weld themselves now, were they?

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When he finally left the hospital the sun had already begun to go down. “I wasted my entire day.” He spoke aloud. He was speaking out of hunger, anger and deep, deep sadness and grief. What was he going to do? That thought kept repeating itself in his worried mind. There were so many thoughts, too many thoughts. He didn’t want to deal with it. He walked down the sidewalk, noticing that the rain had stopped quite some time ago, the streets still dripping wet. There weren’t many people around as there had been this morning. “I’m not going to work tomorrow.” he thought to himself.

The boy had his hands in his pocket, looking for some extra change, anything, something to get his mind off things really. Also, he needed a ride home and was hoping to catch a cab. He had ridden to the hospital inside the ambulance with Gran. Gran…

He continued to search his coat and his pockets, but no, nothing. He’d even left his wallet at home.

He gave up and started walking as tear slowly submerged from his eyes, still red and swollen from dealing with it all before. He had been embarrassed, but he’d finally broken down in front of the woman at the counter. She was nice though, helping him with everything. It was when he was reminded that he was the only surviving relative that he began crying. He didn’t want a funeral; Gran wouldn’t have wanted it either. She would’ve wanted a celebration of some kind, just anything happier than this.

Just thinking of everything made the tears begin to well up once more, until he heard a familiar sound.

The motorcycle! Wait!

He remembered what had happened that very morning, the bike, the man, that gaze, that frozen moment. He shook his head in disbelief. “Wait, how many people in this city have those things though?” he thought. He began to dismiss the thought until that memory was repeated, the same motorcycle and man with the red helmet whizzing past. He abandoned everything. He didn’t stop, he didn’t think, he didn’t say anything, he just ran.

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