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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! Yay!!! Another chapter. I’m on a writing roll. And of course, now that we’re getting to the meaty part of the story. Nummers… :d As always, 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. :)

Boy Toy

The sound of keys jiggled on the knob outside the door. With a little bit of a push, the door was thrust open with a creaking sound. The man entered, closing the door behind him and leaning against it. He grabbed at his helmet, pulled it off and tossed it aside, landing on the floor with a loud thud. Slouching down to the floor, he began to recall what had just happened.

It was him, the boy from that very morning. How could they have ran into each other like that? What kind of game was this? He didn’t need it all right now; he had too much going on in his mind as it was. There was money to be made, debts to be paid, other things, everyday things that consumed most of his life.

Toboe. The boy had called himself. Every time the boy had opened his mouth it was like déjà vu, striking every part of his being. It was driving him insane with curiosity. He sighed and leaned back against the worn door, one hand on the dirty carpet while the other rested on his propped knee, the other leg spread out. He closed his eyes, taking in the recent events.

That soft voice, that innocent demeanor, the firm grip around his middle, the color of his hair, even the scent… Everything was familiar to him. He kept imagining the boy standing in front of him when he had first dropped him at his apartment. He was shy and he knew that he had trouble speaking up. So he had waited there, staring at him, waiting for him to say more. He’d wanted him to say more. He wanted to make sense of everything.

His mind wandered to the dimly lit street, the wet on the ground and the reflection of colors bouncing off the boy’s pale, milky skin. Why was he so drawn to the kid?

“Toboe…” he whispered.

His own words woke him up from the dream world. Angered, he shot up from his seat and quickly whirled his body around, slamming his fist into the wall. “Fuck!” he yelled, trying to dismiss his thoughts. “Dammit!” He rubbed his head against the wall next to his fist, overcome by his frustration. “Why am I so pissed off?!” he groaned, sinking back into his own thoughts that he knew nothing of. He couldn’t do this.

…

The young boy walked down the paved sidewalk, auburn hair blowing in the wind. It was sunny and much nicer than the day before. There were light white clouds in the sky and birds swaying on the late morning’s lovely breeze. You couldn’t even tell it had stormed before, the puddles in the streets nearly dried up. Even people seemed happier as they each made their own ways. It was an amazing change. With the rain came beauty, after all.

He sighed and frowned as he looked down, the boxed lunch he’d made in his hands as he walked along. Was he crazy?

He hadn’t done much since the night before. Everything that had played out became so unreal to him. There wasn’t a moment in his evening or morning routine that hadn't brought the memories to mind. There were so many things he planned on doing but he’d ended up lost in his thoughts.

He had skipped dinner and soon went to bed after arriving home last night. Gran all too often came to his mind and his eyes would well up each time as he quickly smothered the hot tears into his soft pillow. He couldn’t even go into her room. Not yet. The door remained open from across the hall, the room just as neat as always. It reminding him of everything, absolutely everything.

But then there was the silver haired man, Tsume.

It was because he couldn’t stop thinking about him that he was where he was, on the way to the man’s workplace. He didn’t know if he would be there or if he would even notice him. But it was worth a shot; what else did he have to lose?

What else did he have?

It was about eleven when he approached the warehouse district, seeing the tall gate of the warehouse’s lot ahead, locked from the inside. He frowned, remembering that it hadn’t been locked the night before. It was probably because the workers were still coming and going last night around six. He sighed and sat down on the pavement next to the building’s cold, steel gray wall.

He groaned, pulling the pink hat further over his eyes to shield him from the glaring sun. It was another thirty minutes or so before he realized the stupid decision he’d made. “Oh no!” he exclaimed standing up. For the past few minutes the sun had grown much warmer on his skin until he had become uncomfortable. He was going to burn wasn’t he? Of course he was, with his ghost like skin.

He groaned and looked around for another spot to wait, selecting a dark slit between the two buildings across the street. He waited for the few cars that were around to go by before he made his way across, tripping on one of his shoelaces. He landed hard, scuffing his face up on the street in the process. He gasped out in slight pain and quickly gathered himself. “Oh no!” he shouted, looking around as he sat up. He saw the food he’d made a few feet from him, close to the curb. It was untouched. He smiled to himself, as he had protected it in the fall.

Screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeech!!!

He looked up as the screech was sounded along with a glaring honk. His heart leapt into his throat, his eyes widened and his body frozen. A deer in headlights.

It was no later than a moment’s notice that he felt himself being lifted from underneath each of his arms. The colors of everything whirred past him and everything slowed down, almost frozen in time.

He then found himself on the sidewalk, clutching onto a tall, warm body next to him. He realized that he was still alive and began gasping for air. He bent over, hands on his knees, feeling like he was going to become ill. He felt a strong hand on his back, feeling comforted. His life had been spared.

The sound of a car window rolling down came to his ears, “Watch where you’re going, moron!” a voice yelled at him.

“Shut up you jack ass!”

Toboe looked up, still bent over. It was him! Tsume! He had saved him!

The older boy was glaring at the blue car in the street, shouting at him. “What speed were you going?! You could’ve killed someone, you idiot! Get the fuck outta here before I call the cops!” The man in the car was shocked at the young man’s accusations. He didn’t say anything else and quickly sped off, just barely dodging the crime of man slaughter.

The lunch box still sat on the side of the pavement and Toboe left Tsume’s touch to pick it up. He turned around smiling, expecting to see his merciful savior. But instead he was greeted by an angry monster. His face fell.

“What the hell did you think you were doing?!” the man shouted.

Just then, a few yells were heard from across the street. Toboe looked over; it was the other workers from the warehouse, cheering for their coworker’s miraculous performance. “Wow, Tsume!” one shouted.

“Mind your own damned business!” he yelled back.

Toboe was scared now; he was going to get it.

The men quickly cleared out, each of them off to their own lunch breaks. The silver haired man then shot his head back to the cowering boy. “And you, what’s your answer?!”

The young boy immediately lowered his heading, holding out the boxed lunch in presentation above his head. “I brought you lunch!” he exclaimed. There was no answer for a moment. He waited for a while longer then looked up, still holding the position of his offering.

He met the eyes of the man who had just saved his life by a mere second, whose face seemed to have softened, just a little. “So are you stalking me now?” he asked.

“No!” Toboe shouted. He stood up straight, avoiding eye contact and still clutching onto the food he’d made. “I just thought..” he waited a moment, “I thought that it was nice of you last night, to take me home. I thought I would return the favor.” The lunch box was quickly snatched from his arms and he looked up at the man who had taken it from him, amazed.

The young boy relaxed when the older one began to go through its contents. “What’s in here?” He sat down on the curb of the sidewalk. Toboe quickly joined him, smiling. “Sandwiches. And cake, too!” The boy looked at the sidewalk, noticing that they were in the shade.

The man examined each sandwich, “Are these tuna?”

“Yes, they’re my favorite. I love them.” Toboe said cheerfully.

“Well I don’t. I hate tuna.” He replied plainly.

“Oh,” Toboe looked down. He felt very badly all of a sudden, his mood gone from a ten to three. “Well the cake is chocolate. Do you like chocolate?” He looked up again when he heard the man bite into something; a tuna sandwich. The young boy smiled again while sitting next to him on the curb, content with watching him eat the lunch he’d made.

Tsume looked down at him after swallowing another bite, “Are you gonna eat?”

Toboe shook his head, “No, I already did.”

The man shrugged and went back to his lunch, silver hair now turned blue from the shadow of the buildings behind them. Toboe stretched back to prop himself on his arms against the cold pavement, throwing his head back and looking around at the tall cityscapes against a bright blue backdrop. He wanted to stay in that moment. He felt safe and he didn’t feel alone when he was near this man. It really was a beautiful day.

The empty box was cast aside as the man stood up a few moments later. He didn’t say anything as he began to walk back across the street to the warehouse.

“Wait! Tsume!” Toboe also stood up, calling out after him. “Will I see you again?”

Tsume turned around, halfway in the street to face the boy leaning over the curb of the sidewalk. He frowned a little, “What is this, runt? I ate your lunch. Aren’t you happy now?” he asked. This boy was persistent. And he didn’t want to be bothered. He was drawn to him, but at the same time he longed to be distant from him, a pain of guilt inside of him. And as to why, he did not know.

Toboe looked down, embarrassed. “Well yes… But I want to see you again.” He looked him in the eyes now, his hazel eyes blazing and meeting the golden ones across the way, moved by the way he met him. The whistle blew as the two figures stood facing each other, more sounds of the city striking up to be heard. Tsume looked back at the warehouse and groaned, “I have to go.”

And that’s what he did, leaving the boy on the sidewalk, an empty box at his feet.

…

Eleven o’clock came again the next day and there he was, the boy across the street. He was waiting for him, another box in his arms. He met eye contact with him and glared, not dismissing the gaze, just staring beyond the gate. As his coworkers came up behind him, the gate opening as they spilled out, one stopped as he too noticed the boy.

“Hey, isn’t that the kid you saved?” the question came.

“Yes,” Tsume sighed.

“What’s he doing?” he asked.

“Hell if I know!” he groaned.

The man next to him laughed a little, deciding to poke at his coworker. “Looks like the little guy is smitten by you. Awwwww…”

“Shut up!” the taller man snapped back at him. His coworker did as he was told, not cowering in fear, but still afraid to say anything more. Tsume looked back across the street again as the boy sat there against the building, in the shade, the box now sitting at his side. “He’s just lonely. That’s all.”

“I’ll be eating out of the vending machines today.” The taller man sighed and walked back into the building. His coworker shrugged and also went on his way, wondering where he was going to get a bite.

The boy across the street frowned when he saw the silver haired man go back into the warehouse. He must not have been hungry. No... He just didn’t want to see him.

…

It was like that every day for the next week. Tsume was getting tired of eating from the vending machine. But not only was he getting tired of it, he couldn’t afford it. But there was always a box left for him at the end of the day, which he would gladly take to his apartment and eat for dinner. A decent meal was nice once in a while and he himself wasn’t very good in the cooking department.

There was a part of him that felt bad for the kid, each day, staring longingly at him from across the street. When was he gonna give up? For God’s sake, it’d been a whole week. When was he gonna get the idea that he wasn’t interested in making friends.

On the eighth day when the boy wasn’t there waiting for him, he didn’t find himself relieved like he thought he would be when that day finally came. But he was grateful to get away from that nasty junk food. He wanted something real, a burger maybe. As he slipped on his sunglasses he walked down the sidewalk with the rest of his coworkers, looking at the spot where the younger boy had been sitting every day until now.

Why wasn’t he there? Did he really give up? Or did something happen? What if he was in trouble?

As his thoughts began to escalate, one of the men spoke up, “Any one up for a burger?”

Tsume glanced at him, half smiling. “You read my mind.”

…

He found himself at the warehouse once again. He’d waited almost every day that week; for Tsume to come out, to talk to him, to do something, anything. But each time he saw him, he would stare for a moment or two and then go back into the big building. The boy would wait until the warehouse’s break was and once the workers had all gone back inside, the gate closed, he would leave the box, each day a different meal inside.

When he came back the next day, he wondered if it was Tsume that had taken the box, or if it had simply gotten thrown away. But he waited anyway, each day, with the hope that the man would finally come out to greet him.

It was another sunny day, but it was still cold, as it had been the entire week. He had a light jacket on and his pink hat again, nothing much. He noticed a few men walk out. “Here they come.” He thought. It was about that time, eleven or so.

He didn’t get his hopes up, but thought that maybe, just maybe he would say hello to him. But if not, at least he would stare for a moment, as it was every day. He had come to long for those stares. The moment when their eyes met he stopped feeling lonely, as if everything were okay in the world and all his troubles gone.

When he saw him come out this time, he watched him do just as he always had before, just stare for a moment or two. But this time, this time it was different. He found it hard to contain his excitement. He was actually coming out to see him!

The boy stood up, just as the wind came rolling through and almost grabbed his hat from him. He pulled it back on and turned around, just as the silver haired man approached him. In the moment that the boy almost lost his hat, the man had slipped dark black sunglasses over his eyes. He stopped in front of him with no smile or frown. He just stood there.

“What’s with the hat?” he asked.

“What, my hat? I dunno.” Why was he asking him about his hat?

“It looks like a girl’s hat. It is pink.” He smirked.

The boy glared at him, which startled the man. “My Gran gave it to me! Why do you care?!” the young boy snapped at him.

Tsume did not expect that reaction. “So, Toboe,” he began.

The boy let go of his frown, not believing how happy he was with his name being spoken by the man in front of him. He looked so cool as the sun beat down on his nicely tanned skin. He could see the muscles and the tone of his flesh beneath the white, long sleeved shirt. His jeans were tight, his boots shone like the dark black of his sunglasses and his silver hair gleamed in the sun light.

“…where were you yesterday?” he continued.

“Yesterday?” Toboe paused, “I had to work.”

The older one raised his eyebrows, which the younger one could not see underneath those shades. He preferred wearing these things. People, especially this boy, could not read his emotions or actions that well. It was sort of like hiding in a way.

It was then that the two boys on the sidewalk were approached by a group of men from around the corner. “Tsumeeeee…” one of them called him. The others smiled and joined in with a few small taunts. ”Who’s your girlfriend?” one asked mockingly as he circled around the back of them. “What? I’m not a girl!” Toboe defended himself angrily.

“Whoaaaa, Tsume! Didn’t know you were into that sort of thing?” the first guy spoke again, teasing him with a laugh.

“Shut up!” Tsume snapped, “It’s not like that!” He then turned to Toboe, “I told you to leave me alone!” He pushed the boy away from him, who landed painfully on the sidewalk, gathering more scratches. He winced, just as the man who had just pushed him. He then turned back to the first guy, who was obviously their leader. “I don’t know him! He’s got nothing to do with this, you hear me?!”

The four men all looked at each other and smiled knowingly to themselves. They had now all four circled the two figures. “How can you say that, Tsume?!” Toboe began to plead with him angrily, clutching the scratch on his face, now reopened and bloody since the day of the car incident.

“You stupid, fucking kid.” Tsume thought, beginning to panic to himself. He didn’t want the young boy to get hurt. All he needed was more bloodshed on his hands. It was in that moment that one of the men from behind grabbed the younger boy, who cried when he did so. He lifted him up off the ground, now standing, the man clutching the back of his head and a knife to his throat, Toboe’s hands holding onto the arm that painfully grasped his long hair.

“Toboe!” shouted Tsume.

“Ha ha!” laughed their leader, “Gentlemen, looks like we’ve gotta winner!” His facial expression then changed from a delighted one to that of pure malice. His eyes shot like daggers into Tsume’s, who glared back at him defiantly.

Even the man’s tone changed to one of menace, threatening him, “Now pay up. Or the boy toy gets it.”

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Kya!!! What will happen next?! I’m sorry if the title threw you. Heh heh. ;) Until then, see you, space cowboy. :P
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