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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! Here we are again, already into the fifth installment. I hope you’ve enjoyed everything up until now. This is the chapter where we finally start getting somewhere, other stages already laid and ready for our beloved boys. Heh heh. 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. :)

Into the Night

The man slowed down the red bike beneath him as he began to turn a corner, ignoring the impulse that shook him as he’d driven past the hospital. He wasn’t sure what it had been, that strange feeling that came to him. He had prior and not so good experiences with those types of places, so he was sure that that was what had played into his current thoughts.

Not soon after he made his way around the dimly lit street corner, he saw his destination just right ahead. He pulled into the filled parking lot, next to a large warehouse. There were other cars leaving as he put himself into park, taking off his helmet. The parking lot was not large, but moderate in size, looking small in comparison to the warehouse in which he worked. He walked to the entrance on the side of the large building as a few workers waved as they went past him, finishing their day shifts.

He entered the building, immediately greeted by the muffled sounds of large machinery and tools coming from the other side of the main rooms. He went into the break room and threw his jacket and helmet into his locker, slamming it shut. One would think he was aggravated at something.

Just as he was about to punch into the time clock for his usual shift, he was stopped. “Tsume!” called a man, walking out of the office. It was his boss.

“Am I late?” He was confused for a moment.

“No, not at all! In fact, can you come into my office before clocking in?” He turned around, Tsume following behind him.

The older man relaxed himself into the leather chair behind his desk. “Close the door and have a seat.”

Tsume did as he was told, but wasn’t sure if he liked the sound of it. “Fucking hell.” He thought. All he needed was to lose his job. That was all he had going for him in this stupid city. What? Would he just leave to somewhere else this time? Or maybe he could find something else. This job was decent enough to keep up with his former debt.

“I’m promoting you and changing your shift.”

Tsume didn’t saying anything, just gawking a little as his employer continued, “You know, I tried to call you but it wouldn’t go through. Did you change numbers?” No reply. “Well, anyways, I think you would do better in the inventory department.” He held up his hands in defense, “Not that I think the labor department doesn’t suit you! In fact, I believe that you’re better than this. I like your hard work and effort. You have a drive in you! Intelligent too. You know, you could eventually be promoted to manager of that department. How does that sound?”

The younger man gathered himself for an answer as he looked into his lap. He quickly found the confidence that he needed and looked the older man in the eyes. “I’m honored. That sounds fine. But what about the shift change?” he asked.

“Oh, you would be doing days now. Inventory doesn’t do night. That’s why I tried to reach you by phone earlier today. I didn’t want you to drive all the way down here. But now at least I could tell you in person!” He smiled, standing up from his desk. He then shook Tsume’s hand as he bellowed, “Congratulations! And I’ll see you tomorrow morning at 8 o’clock!”

Tsume wondered about the old man as he walked out of the building. He thought he was a little off, wanting to be friends with everyone. Sometimes he seemed to ramble on and on. And honestly, he was surprised he made it out of there in such short time. Of course, with no drinks to celebrate. His boss was not that kind of guy, oddly enough. And now he had to drive right back to his apartment. He could’ve slept in.

It’s not that he wasn’t grateful. Hell, for a moment he thought he was gonna lose his job, not get higher up in it. And now a morning shift instead? He preferred nights anyways. But maybe this would mean less work for better pay? …Which made no sense. He could do the labor job fine; he was used to it. And he was strong, stronger than a lot of those doing it.

How annoying. “Fucking hell.” He said out loud this time as he began to get back onto his motorcycle.

The parking lot was empty aside from the vehicles of the workers inside the building, already starting their shifts. He pulled his thick jacket over himself and pulled each arm through. He began to put the red helmet on when he heard running footsteps approaching from the sidewalk just outside of the gate. Turning his heading, he saw a younger boy who stopped running as he reached the entrance to the lot, breathing heavily, bent over and clutching his knees for air.

Tsume stared at him curiously, frozen with the helmet in his hands. Who was he? And why did he look so familiar? There was a strange feeling that came over him, but he dismissed it as nonsense.

He frowned and yelled over at him, a few feet away, “Are you okay, kid?”

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The young boy had followed him quickly, and it hadn’t even been that far. But still, he was running so fast that he could hardly breathe, his nerves rushing through him. “Yes, I …think.. so.” He panted.

“All right then.” He watched him place the red helmet over his head, covering up his silver hair. He then revved up the bike, backed it out and slowly proceeded to the gate where he stood, still barely able to stand up. Just a little bit of running shouldn’t have done him out this quickly. Was he really out of shape or was it much more than that? This WAS the same person from this morning; he knew it. And he wanted to know why he felt so drawn to him.

He began to do something drastic and unlike him as the man rolled closer to him in the red motorcycle. It was something that Gran would’ve frowned up, worried for her grandchild’s safety. But he didn’t care anymore, what else did he have to lose?

“Can you give me a ride?”

“What?” the older one asked, not sure what he’d heard. He didn’t even know the kid.

“Um, …can you give me a ride?” He stood up, placing both hands together. “Please? I don’t have any money to make it home with. It’s not far. I just came from the hospital and-“

“The hospital?” The helmeted man wondered if that was the feeling he had passing that stupid building. He must’ve seen him on his way to work. But who was he?

“Um, yes. Please, it’s not far… I can pay you!” He pleaded.

The older one hated to admit it, but he felt sorry for him. And it was getting kind of dark out, and nothing good happens in the dark. “Well, fine. But it better be quick. I gotta get somewhere and I can’t be wasting my time on you.” he grunted.

The boy smiled excitedly, “Yes! Yes, it will be! I promise!”

The man looked at him like he was crazy, “Well then, get on.”

The boy looked at the bike, remembering that it was a bike. “Oh, ..okay.” He walked over to the red motorcycle and attempted to get onto it and behind him with disturbing him. He wasn’t quite sure, never having ridden one before. He put one leg up and tried to pull himself up without touching him, afraid to. This guy was kind of scary. …Great, what was he doing?

“Hurry up all ready!” The man shouted at him, sounding angry and impatient.

“I was getting ready to!”

A jolt went through both of them, neither knowing what it was. But each ignored it.

The boy let go of his feelings of insecurity and grabbed onto the man’s coat in order to pull himself up onto the bike. He settled in just slightly before the man said, “Hold on.” And away they went, jutting out of the parking lot and into the street, quickly making time.

“Where to?!” the man shouted over the noise of the bike. The boy shouted back the easy directions, followed by a thank you with no reply from the man. As they continued on their path, the younger one felt he should say something but he was afraid. He had never put himself in a position like this. He held onto the coated man’s mid-section tightly as they sped through the city. He was sort of scared at first, but was slowly getting used to it. He loved the feeling of holding onto someone, even if he didn’t really know him. He smiled, feeling relaxed and calm as he rested his head on the man’s shoulder.

This made the older one tense up. “Don’t get too comfortable! We’re almost there!” he yelled, but it was angrily like before.

The boy shot his head back up, frowning, but still decided to take another chance. He longed to get to know this person better. It bothered him incredibly and he wanted to know why. “My name is Toboe!” he shouted loudly, still holding onto him without getting too close for comfort.

There was no answer, so he wasn’t sure if he’d even heard him.

It wasn’t long before they arrived back to Toboe’s destination. He was still on the bike when he looked up at the small apartment building, Gran’s flower pots still blooming nicely in the front. He saddened, once again thinking of her. He wished for that to change soon.

“Can you get off now?” the man asked.

“Oh!” Toboe snapped up and quickly got off the bike. He at first expected for him to zoom right out of there, never to be seen again. But he didn’t, lingering a moment with the motorcycle quietly humming. Toboe looked up at his eyes, the rest of his head covered by the red helmet. They were golden, unlike any color he’d ever seen before.

He then realized that those eyes were also following his own and he looked down, partly embarrassed for staring. The older one did not take his eyes off the younger one before him.

Toboe did not look up but asked, “So, you didn’t tell me your name.”

The man hesitated for a moment but answered in a plain tone, “Tsume.”

Toboe remained staring at the pavement, “That’s a weird name.”

“Yours isn’t much better.”

The boy shot his head up, once again meeting the gaze that still hadn’t changed. “So you did hear me?!” He was so happy.

There was no answer, just the low humming of the bike, the broken sounds of the city accompanied by the flicker of an overhead light fixture that needed to be replaced. The man repositioned himself on the bike, readying himself to leave. “Wait!” Toboe stopped him, “I can run in and get some money for you!”

“No.” he replied, “My place is on the way.”

“Really?! Where?” Toboe smiled, almost desperately trying to make conversation.

“Like I’m gonna tell you.” Tsume laughed in a bitter tone, revved the bike up and took off.

Toboe looked after him, feeling confused, satisfied and lonely as the silver haired man disappeared into the night.

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