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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 for the 7^th 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. :)

At Long Last

“I’m working on it, okay?” The silver haired man bit his lip, his stance ready for what, he did not know yet.

“Whadda ya mean, you’re working on it? You either got it, or you don’t.” the man frowned, demanding an explanation, “So which is it, Tsume?”

Tsume looked down, his fist clenched. “I don’t have it.” He muttered.

“What’s that now?” his interrogator questioned.

“I don’t have it!” he admitted. “But I’m working on it. I’ll get you your money.” He turned to face the auburn haired boy who was gripping onto his captor, eyes wide with fear. “Just let the kid go.”

The two extra men, aside from the leader and Toboe’s captor, just stood idly by. Tsume began to go through the motions, the plans that were running through his head. He glanced at each of them, studying them quickly, wondering if any of them carried a gun. The man holding the boy hostage had a knife to the kid’s jugular, but the others? No, they all had their hands in their pockets, all three of them. He could see a few lines, the structures of guns within those pockets. Damn. What was he going to do?

“Okay, how’s this?” the man finally spoke up, “We can give you until, let’s see... how about the 23^rd?”

“What?! That’s next week!” Tsume yelled, unbelieving what he’d just heard.

“Yeah.” He grinned and looked to the man who held the young boy against his will. “But I think we’ll keep your boyfriend for leverage though.” The boy’s captor gripped him tighter and Toboe winced in pain, “Tsume...” he gulped.

Tsume glared at all of them, knowing that he was no match for these four men. It was when he was beginning to create a plan of action in his mind that a familiar sound broke the tension. It was the whistle for the warehouse. The workers began reappearing again, going back to their jobs. A few of them started looking at the spectacle before them, wondering what was going on. Then one of them noticed that Tsume was involved.

“Hey! What’s going on?” he yelled over at them. “Tsume! Need me to call security?”

That did it.

The four men all looked at each other. They didn’t want to get others involved, especially not the cops. The leader frowned and shrugged, hands still in his pockets. The three others dropped their agenda, along with Toboe who fell to the ground and gasped for air, his hands over his neck. As they began to walk away, their leader called out to Tsume once more, “23^rd, got it?” He was deadly serious.

Tsume didn’t reply, he just glared at them defiantly as they left, walking further out of sight. He didn’t take his eyes off of them until they had completely gone out of view. His coworker called after him once more, “Are you guys ok?”

“Yeah, thanks.” Tsume groaned. He tried to regain his composure, thankful he was still wearing dark shades to disguise his current expression. He felt weak, and he hated it. In the moment that had just passed he had felt completely helpless, and it pissed him off to no ends.

“Well, all right. I’m going back in. You coming?” he asked.

Tsume nodded and his coworker left.

He then turned to Toboe, “You ok, runt?”

Toboe was still on the ground, one hand on his neck. He turned to look at Tsume, filled with mixed emotions of fear and relief. He nodded, “Tsume, who were those guys?” he asked.

Tsume didn’t look at him; he was still faced in the direction the four men had left. “Don’t worry about it.” He spoke plainly. “I’m calling you a cab.” He began to walk back to the gate.

“No!” Toboe called after him, “What if they come back?!” His eyes began to tear up and he felt as if he were going to cry, “They were going to kill me!” He then said something he immediately regretted, “And you just stood there! You didn’t do anything!” He clasped his hand over his mouth, eyes wide and looking at the man whose back was to him. He could feel him tensing up in anger. Oh God.

Tsume whirled around, his teeth showing and his brow furrowed in immense anger. He tore off his sunglasses and threw them to the ground. His golden eyes were on fire, intense with rage. “WHAT THE FUCK WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO?! YOU FUCKING IDIOT!” He was screaming at full level, “YOU KEEP FOLLOWING ME AROUND LIKE SOME DAMNED STRAY DOG! YOU EXPECT ME TO TAKE YOU IN?! IT’S NOT GONNA HAPPEN, YOU HEAR ME?! NOW GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE AND LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!”

The boy’s eyes began to well up, his lips quivering. "Shit." thought Tsume.

Toboe immediately stood up as he wiped his eyes with one arm and bolted, leaving the silver haired man in the street alone. He kept running, all the while trying to choke back the tears. He gulped; the tears wouldn’t stop. He could hardly breathe, his grief and frustration overwhelming him. He continued running. He didn’t even care if he ran into those guys again. He didn’t care about anything anymore.

“Fine,” he thought, “I don’t need you, either! Screw you, Tsume!”

…

“SHIT!” the man screamed, kicking over the few trash cans that were next to the tall gate. They fell over, trash spilling onto the street. He continued to kick them angrily, smashing dents into their sides. “FUCKING DAMNED IDIOT!” He didn’t know at this point if he was yelling about the kid or himself.

He had so much anger building up inside of him he felt like he was going to explode, which he just had. But it was in front of the boy, who hadn’t done anything. He was just like a stray dog, wasn’t he? He just wanted a friend and what had he done? He almost got him killed and then he treated him like a piece of shit. No. HE was the piece of shit, not the stupid kid.

He sighed, his anger finally beginning to release itself.

“Damn it.”

…

The bell chimed against the door as it was swung open, the boy entering breathing heavily. The old man poked his head up from behind the counter, the little kitten in his arms meowing and stretching. “Toboe? What’s wrong?” he asked as the boy came in, whose eyes were red and his face sweaty. “You’re not scheduled to work today.”

The boy was bent over, trying to regain his strength before standing up. “Nothing’s wrong,” he spoke to the floor, “I just need the money, so I came to work.” He sniffed.

The man frowned, “Now I know that’s not the truth. I wasn’t born yesterday. Did you run all the way here?” He examined the boy who finally stood up, but who did not make eye contact with him. He walked over to a pile of tossed books and began to sort through them. “Is it about your Grandmother? I know that all of this has been very hard on you.” Toboe didn’t reply; he just kept busy. “Look, if you’d like to, I have an extra room at my house if you don’t want to be there. I know living at that old apartment must bring a lot of painful memories to-“

“No, it’s not that really. I just,” he paused, quickly wiping his eyes. Now he was being reminded of Gran too? “I just need to work. Please just let me work.” He didn’t look at the old man; he just kept sorting and piling the books in front of him.

The old man frowned again and he sighed, “Well, all right. If you want to.”

“I do.”

…

Four wolves danced in the full moon’s light, basking in all of its glory. In circles they ran excitedly, enjoying the folly that they made. There was a clinking sound from a bracelet worn on a red wolf’s leg. A young girl twirled round and round in the middle of their circle, pink cape floating, body spinning. Her flowing hair was the color of lilacs, the color of flowers. White flowers bloomed brightly beneath the pale moon’s glow. Their scent was alluring as their buds grew and grew in all out beauty.

A gunshot rang out and blood splattered onto the innocent white flowers, forever staining them with a crimson color. The smell of blood took over the sweet scent of the moon’s flowers. A dark wolf snarled, his two eyes with different colors. The sound of howling began in the night and the dark wolf lunged forward, set to kill with his teeth blaring yellow and bloody.

The man’s eyes opened, startled.

He remained laying in his bed, sheets rumpled and worn. He didn’t bother to get up; his alarm hadn’t even sounded yet. He sighed, glancing around at the dirty apartment. His stomach rumbled and he groaned, rolling to one side. It had been three days since the incident. He kept thinking of that poor kid and how he’d treated him. He was sure that was it. No more. He would never see him again.

He sat up. He couldn’t just leave it at that, could he? Surely the boy would show up again. Each day at work had been such misery to him, to see that sidewalk and remember everything. Why was it bothering him so much? Shouldn’t he be able to just let it go and continue on with his life, alone?

But was it really that simple? He was drawn to the runt, and he knew it. It was hard to admit, but there was something about him that he just couldn’t shake off. He stuck in his mind, constantly reminding him of not just the events that had happened, but of who he was. It made him think. It pissed him off. It scared him.

He rubbed his head into his hands, groaning. He had to find him, didn’t he?

…

It wasn’t a very sunny morning, but it wasn’t raining either like the last three days. The streets and shops along the sidewalk were lined with brown baskets filled with fruits, vegetables and breads. There were tents filled and tables topped with blankets, ornaments, pottery and other household goods. There were jars filled with spices, herbs and candies. Merchants hollered about their specials, each begging passerby’s to stop and take a look, hungry for the money within their pockets.

The young boy carried a couple of tote bags as he looked around at the booths lined up and down the street. He hadn’t made a list, but he needed a few things to fill his fridge and pantry. He saw a basket full of red apples; they looked amazing. He picked them up, one by one, examining and choosing the ones that he wanted. He loved Saturdays, especially for the farmer’s market, which wasn’t too far down the road from his house.

He paid the merchant a few coins and moved onto the next booth which was selling freshly baked bread. The aroma filled his nostrils and he smiled, almost salivating at the smell. It was then that he noticed that he was being watched from across the way. He glanced up just as a silver haired man ducked back around the corner from which he came. The boy became excited and he almost called out to him but then he immediately felt let down.

He recalled what had happened a few days ago, how much it had hurt and how it had torn at him. He had felt so rejected and hurt. He was afraid to try again, knowing that he would just be dismissed as before. But then why was he here? It couldn’t just be a mistake, could it? Was he looking for him? Maybe he felt bad? He must have!

“Tsume!” he yelled, running in the direction the man had disappeared.

Once the boy turned the corner, he saw that his watcher was no longer there. He looked in every direction, but he wasn’t around. He was gone.

…

He walked through the twisted and narrow alley ways, hands in his pockets. He stepped in a puddle, left over from the day before. He groaned, shaking off his now soaked boot. He looked up at the cracks of sky high above the tall and crooked brick buildings surrounding him. He sighed and spoke to himself, “What the hell was I thinking?”

He couldn’t do it. He just couldn’t. He had seen the boy in the market, shopping. He’d been watching him for quite some time, wondering when to make a move. And then when the moment came, when the kid saw him, he ran. Like a coward.

“Shit!” He was frustrated. Why wasn’t this easy? What he said wasn’t that bad, was it? He felt like it was something more, something that kept him away from the boy. But there was something else there as well, something that magnetized them to each other. Gravity.

He was sure he had lost him; he had been walking for a few minutes, going in and out of the maze-like alley ways. He stopped and leaned against the cold stone wall behind him, slouching down and sitting on the cracked and graveled pavement. He threw his head back against the bricks, stretched one leg out and rested an arm on his other knee. He sighed, “It has to be this way, doesn’t it?” he thought.

The sound of dripping fell from the high roof above, landing on the box next to him. He watched each drop intently, finding himself becoming relaxed. He was fine in this alley way, alone. There was no one around, and he was fine with that. Wait. Something caught his eye.

He glanced over past the broken box and saw a white flower, blooming from a crack in the pavement. He was frozen. He had seen flowers before, but this one was unlike anything he had ever seen in his lifetime. In his dreams there were always many flowers. And they were just like this one. He gasped, his eyes wide, his body shaking.

He breathed in the sweet scent and it hit him, a powerful surge of memories that flooded into him, memories from where he had no idea. He remembered another city, many cities, the sound of sirens, gunshots firing, dense forests filled with tall trees. He held onto his chest, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. He saw vast amounts of land covered in snow falling from the sky.

“Tsume!” a voice spoke to him within the flood of memories. “Tsume!” There were many voices, each one calling out his name. “Where are we going?” He grabbed his head, “To paradise!” The voices echoed in his head.

He remembered… everything.

His eyes were wide. He couldn’t breathe. He looked down to the ground. “Toboe…” he whispered. He imagined the young boy again, standing there, calling out to him in his memories. “Tsume, c’mon!” The kid was smiling. He wanted to follow him.

The sound of running footsteps getting closer pulled him back into the present. They were getting closer, but was it real? He still felt lost in his mind, unsure of these new moments introduced to him. “Tsume!” a voiced called out. No, really?

He moved to his right, seeing himself in the puddle beneath him. But it was not a man who looked back at him. It was a silver wolf.

He saw a young boy run past the open alley way. “Toboe!” he called out to him urgently. The sound of shoes skidded to a halt and he soon was greeted by a heavily breathing boy at the end of the alley way. “Tsu..me..” he gasped for air. But then his eyes widened when he saw not a man standing in front of him, but a wolf with piercing, golden eyes.

“Tsume?” He asked as their eyes met; he didn’t know what to think.

It was then that he was leaning on the side of the wall that he saw something past the wolf. A white flower. The Lunar flower…

Tears welled up in his eyes and he began to cry as the sweet scent filled his nose. “No… It’s not. It’s not possible.” he sobbed. He rubbed his eyes with his arm, shaking and stumbling to the ground, dropping the bag of apples that spilled out onto the cement.

“Toboe! Do you remember?!” The wolf called out to him.

Toboe nodded, smiling and crying at the same time.

The grey wolf abandoned everything and ran to the sobbing boy but greeted a red wolf instead. The two figures collided into each other with an unmatched abundance of joy, tears now welling up in the older one’s eyes as well. The red wolf whined and nuzzled into the grey one’s neck who allowed him to do so, also nuzzling into him. He nudged his snout under the older one’s who in return firmly pressed against his neck. He whined again joyfully and began licking the larger wolf’s face and ears, wagging his tail.

They had finally found each other, at long last.

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