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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! There’s a lot, isn’t there? I am aware that I am potentially creating a little book, but that’s ok, isn’t it? Love grows; it takes time. ;P Enjoy! And don’t forget to review… I’d love to hear some feedback from the fans.

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. :)

Lovely Things

A cold wind blew through the alley way as the two figures huddled together to escape the chill. The older one was sitting against the cold, brick wall as the younger one laid next to him, resting his head on his lap. He was content as the silver haired man slowly stroked his hair. “Tsume?” the boy asked.

“Hmmm?” the man replied, still petting the boy’s head.

“Was it the flower that made us remember everything?”

Tsume thought about it for a moment, “Probably. Remember when we first met Cheza? We were awakened then. Just like now.” He felt so relaxed in that moment as he held the boy close to him, his head leaning back against the wall and looking to the overcast sky.

“Oh,” Toboe sighed and then he sat up, Tsume’s hand still on his head, “What about Cheza? Or the others? Do you think they’re around somewhere too? I mean, that flower is hers, right? ” His mind was racing with many thoughts, one idea jumping from one to the other.

Tsume met his hazel eyes and frowned, pressing the boy’s head back onto his lap, petting him again. “I don’t know, Toboe.” he replied with a grimace.

Toboe sighed, realizing the older wolf was treating him like a pup just as before, patronizing him. He shook off the older man’s hand and sat up again, pouting. “Tsume, maybe they’re looking for us! There’s gotta be more flowers than just this one to make them wake up!” he exclaimed, seriously considering the thought.

Tsume looked at him and growled, “Look, can you just drop it for now?” He could feel that boiling sensation in his stomach and wasn’t glad to welcome it back. He had finally made sense of things and wanted to keep his mind at ease.

“But Tsume…” Toboe looked in the older man’s eyes who would not meet his own. He wondered why Tsume didn’t want to talk about it. But it he didn’t want to press him too much either. The wolf had a short fuse, if he remembered everything correctly. Just then his stomach growled and he blushed.

Tsume smirked, “You hungry, runt?”

Toboe frowned at first but then he smiled at the man who now met his glance. “You know,” he spoke, “it used to bother me when you called me a runt. But I don’t mind it anymore. I like it now.”

“Ok then, runt.” the man smirked again.

The boy grimaced at the word. Well, maybe he was lying. Maybe it did bother him after all.

It was then that the older one’s stomach also began to grumble. Toboe laughed as the silver haired man groaned, “You want to get something to eat, then?” he asked. The boy nodded happily.

…

The man bit into the flaky croissant, savoring the buttery flavor and the thick, doughy texture. He loved bread. “Is it good?” the boy asked.

“Huh?” he replied.

“You’re making funny sounds whenever you take a bite.” he spoke again, this time with a chirp in his voice. The man blushed slightly, “So what?!” he snapped.

The young boy shrugged, still smiling. There was nothing Tsume could do or say to bring his mood down. He could not believe how happy he was. It was the best day of his life, he thought as he walked along, ahead of the man. He looked around at the vendors in the market, picking up food items to buy for dinner. “Do you like eggplant?” He turned to ask the man who was following him as he picked up the purple vegetable.

Tsume was still munching on his snack, breadcrumbs pasted on his mouth. “Never had it.” he spoke between bites.

“I’m getting it!” Toboe smiled. He knew the older wolf was just trying to act tough in front of the rest of the world. But he knew who he really was behind that stone cold exterior. The boy went from booth to booth as the older one tagged along, looking forward to the dinner that was going to be made from all of the items they picked up.

The boy so badly wanted to hold his hand. He was so excited. But he knew he couldn’t do that unless he wanted to get yelled at. But he didn’t care, really. Every now and then he looked up to Tsume’s face and smiled to himself, still not believing how everything had worked out. He felt like he was in a dream.

It was like this for a couple of days, the two of them together. It was hard for them to be apart from the other and they spent every available moment together, whether it was shopping for groceries, talking about things of the past or just simply sitting next to each other.

Toboe loved it when Tsume would get too sleepy or too drunk to go home, so he would sleep over on the sofa. The boy would stare at the sleeping man’s body while drinking a hot cup of tea, or in the night during bathroom breaks. Just to see him there, to be near him was something he longed for every day. He even tried to plan his work around the same schedule as Tsume’s, as long as Mr. Jon agreed to it.

One night when the older one came over after work, the boy had made them sandwiches, just like the first time he had cooked for him. Tsume walked in the door, closing it behind him, exhausted and body aching. He sighed and put his helmet on the side table next to the sofa. “Kid,” he groaned, “You’re lucky I even came by. I think I’m gonna die tonight.”

“Why’s that?” the boy asked, setting their places at the table in the small kitchen.

“I gotta hard job; that’s why. I don’t get to work at some bookstore just reading all the time.” He sat down at the table in a thud and relaxed for a minute before bending over to remove his boots. “You just don’t get it, do you?”

Toboe frowned, not looking at him as he chopped a few vegetables on the counter top. He had forgiven Tsume many times up until now for saying hurtful things, just shrugging them off, knowing that the man didn’t really mean it. But he was beginning to get sick of it. Each time it hurt. Each time it was a new wound gashed in his side from someone he cared about. That was the worst part of it.

“Why do you keep saying things like that?” he spoke up, still not facing him.

Tsume looked at him, curious as to why there was this reaction. “What do you mean?” He didn’t want to ask that, but felt he must. He was trying, granted. He was trying very hard.

“Mean things.” spoke Toboe, beginning to get a little teary, “Sometimes it reminds me of before…” He began to think about the first time they met and how he was affected by the killing of that girl’s bird. Tsume had been so cold to him. But he had changed since then, hadn’t he? “I know you’re not like that, Tsume. You’re not… Not really.”

“I believe in you, Tsume.” Toboe’s former words came to the man’s mind. Why did this kid have so much faith in him, faith in things that even he himself couldn’t see? It was just like before, wasn’t it?

Tsume looked down at the large salad bowl as the boy set it on the table, along with the plate of sandwiches. Toboe began scooping the salad onto the man’s plate and then his own. As the silver haired man took a sandwich and bit into it, he noticed there was something different than what he had remembered from before. “Hey, there’s no tuna on this.”

The boy looked at him, surprised. “But, what… you said before? You said you didn’t like tuna?” he asked.

“Well, I ate it then, didn’t I? It doesn’t matter to me what you make. I would eat it.” He continued with his sandwich. Toboe smiled and enveloped him into a hug from behind. Tsume did not expect this and stopped eating, shocked. “I forgive you, Tsume.” spoke Toboe, hugging him into his small embrace. He was further surprised when the older wolf did not push him or pull away; he just let him hug him.

However, after a few minutes he reached up his hand and patted the kid on the arm, saying, “Ok, ok. That’s enough for now. Why don’t you eat something?” Toboe could hear the eye roll in his tone and smiled to himself. This was the real Tsume that he knew. He was not the cold and heartless animal that he pretended to be; he was a strong and caring person who cared for him just as much as he did for him.

Toboe nodded, taking his seat and also beginning his dinner. The two figures sat at the table, eating their meals and not saying anything for a while. Even after they finished they stood together in the kitchen, cleaned everything up and didn’t say anything while doing so. Toboe washed each dish and then handed it to Tsume, who rinsed them and placed them on the rack to dry. Each enjoyed the other’s company; there was no need to say anything.

It wasn’t until later when they were sitting on the sofa together that Tsume spoke up. “I don’t have to work tomorrow.”

Toboe’s face lit up with glee and his body moved in closer to the older man. He smiled, looking up at him with adoring eyes. The man imagined him with big, pointy red ears and a wagging tail. He blushed a little and looked the other way. “I know what I want to do!” the boy exclaimed all excitedly.

Tsume looked back at him, wondering how he could go from one emotion to the other so quickly. “What’s that?” he asked.

“I want to see where you live!” the boy answered.

Tsume looked away again, frowning. “I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.”

“Why not?” the boy asked again. He was beginning to poke and the older man did not like it. He couldn’t just admit to him that his apartment was not in the least bit as nice as it was here. It was old, filthy and in a bad neighborhood. To be honest, he was embarrassed. But the boy persisted on poking at him.

“Tsumeee… I want to see. Please can I see? I’m just curious.” He was literally pushing the man now, leaning into his side and rubbing against his arm. The man’s face became red and he pulled away, “FINE! JUST GET OFF OF ME!”

The boy did as was told to do, afraid that if he didn’t, he would get bitten by a big wolf with sharp teeth. He scooted down to the opposite end of the sofa, looking back for any expression in Tsume’s face. The man just stared at the blaring television, keeping his eyes completely off of the boy. He was not in the mood for conversation, let alone snuggling. And being physically close to someone was what the younger wolf longed for in that moment, to be warm and comfortable on such a cold night.

After a few minutes, the boy spoke up softly, “So are you going to stay here tonight?” No reply, he continued, “I think if you did, then we could go sometime tomorrow. We could do something else too. We could get lunch or go see a movie. I don’t work either. Isn’t that great?” He was creating a vocal list of things to do. But mostly he was trying to break the uncomfortable silence and tension that was so thick in the room. He didn’t get a response right away, and kept looking to the older boy who was avoiding eye contact. “Tsume?”

“What?” he asked. He had heard the boy, he was just trying to desperately ignore him.

“Are you going to sleep here tonight?” Toboe asked again, holding his knees up against his body.

Tsume sighed, “I suppose so.”

“Can I sleep with you then?” the boy asked.

The man’s face fell into an expression of embarrassment and horror, “What?!” he yelled. “No! No, you can’t sleep with me!” He became very defensive.

“Oh,” Toboe looked down to the floor and spoke shyly, “Well what about my bed then? Will you sleep with me in there?”

Tsume didn’t say anything; he just stared at the boy with a startled look.

“It’s just that it gets so cold here,” the boy continued, still looking at the floor. “Why is it such a big deal?”

“It’s not!” the man snapped back. “You’re the one who wants me to stop calling you a runt! But you’re acting like one right now. What am I supposed to do?” he tried to reason with the kid. He was old enough to sleep by himself. Besides, what did he do before he came along? The boy was just taking advantage of the situation. He was getting spoiled.

Toboe then stood up, “Fine. I’m going to bed now.” He sounded a little angry.

“Great, are you mad at me now?” Tsume groaned.

“No! I’m tired so I’m going to bed!” he snapped back. He wasn’t mad. He was embarrassed.

The boy walked down the hall and to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

Tsume sighed in relief. “What is it with that kid?” he thought. He knew that they were both glad to be in each other’s lives once again, but the clinginess of the boy was beginning to get on his nerves. He just wasn’t that touchy feely kind of guy and did not plan on changing any time soon just to fit the boy’s needs. So the kid was just going to have to get used to it.

He stretched out on the sofa, pulling the throw from the back of the furniture onto his body. He turned off the television and stared at the ceiling in the dark. The only light present was coming from the moon outside the window. It was blue tonight. God, he loved blue moons. He loved the way that everything turned blue when it was like this. It made him feel alive and excited.

He stretched his arms out over his head and closed his eyes, knowing that tonight would be another good night of sleeping peacefully. Things had changed now and he was looking forward to a future. As he drifted into a deep sleep, the images of past events came to his mind. Snow would toss up from the ground as the wolves ran through it, the sound of the wind nestling through the trees and the silence of the beautiful night…

…

“Tsume…” a woman’s voice spoke to him. The man looked around as he stood atop a green and grassy hill, overlooking the city below. The sky was bright blue, the sun shining brightly. A strong, cold wind came gusting through and he could smell the leaves floating through the breeze and the rustling strands of grass. He turned around to find where the voice had come from; a young woman sitting a few feet behind him. He smiled and returned to her side.

The woman gathered into herself from the cold wind as the man immediately took off his jacket and wrapped it around her. “Thank you.” she smiled. The wind came once more, blowing her delicate blond locks around her. He gazed at her smiling, imagining if anything else in the world could ever be this perfect.

“I’m sorry, but she’s gone.” a man’s voice interrupted their moment.

He stood up and looked around, realizing that the woman was nowhere to be found. He now found himself not in a grassy, beautiful field, but on a cold and dreary city street. “What do you mean?!” he asked, “I saw her two days ago! We planned to meet here today!”

“She’s dead.”

“No, she’s not!” he shouted. “I just saw her! Do you hear me?! I just saw her! Where is she?!”

“I’m sorry, but it’s too late for that.”

“Too late? What do you mean?! Don’t tell me that!”

“Tsume.”

“What?!”

“Tsume…”

“WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU WANT?!”

His eyes shot open and he sat up, drenched in a heavy sweat. He looked around, trying to get a good grip of his surroundings. He saw that he was still at the boy’s place and on the sofa. He placed his head in his hands, groaning to himself in frustration. “Tsume…”

He looked down from where the voice came. It was on the floor, where the boy laid with a blanket and pillow, next to the sofa where he lay. The man sighed and laid down again, on his side so he could still watch the sleeping boy. “What’s wrong with you, kid?” he asked him, knowing there would be no answer. “I still don’t get it. I never did.” He slowly reached a hand down, pulling back a few strands of the auburn hair. “I just don’t understand why you’d want to get mixed up with someone like me.”

He laid there petting the boy’s head, as he had when they first remembered their past events together. Eventually he fall back to sleep again, the blue moon still shining through the window.

But this time, Tsume only dreamt of lovely things.

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So, I cannot put this fic down. I’m getting excited to see what happens myself. Haha… a fangirl will never die.. Until next time! :)
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