12/22/08
A Wolf In Winter
The wind gave a shuddered sigh, whipping freezing air and a flurry of white flakes through bare and rattling trees. The snow falling spiraled down, twisting, lashing, settling on a small rock garden behind a neatly placed house.
With the silken sound of rice paper on wood, an occupant of the house stepped out to meet the biting winter wind.
Amber eyes reflected the burning end of a lit cigarette, triple points in the blanketed darkness of the predawn morning. Crystallized breath and smoke leaked from between pressed lips, rising slowly to curl against the profile of a face, further obscuring it in shadow.
All except the eyes.
Eyes that now surveyed the muffled landscape of the garden; that stared fixedly, impervious to its frozen beauty.
Another drag on the dying cigarette spread tar-like warmth that didn't quite reach rakish fingertips. Exhaling frosted air through flared nostrils like a beast testing the wind, the hulking figure in the doorway glanced to the slumbering form buried beneath a heavy comforter within the den. Descending the steps from the porch to the ground without a word, the wolf gripped the sheathed fang at his side and passed swiftly through the garden and out of sight, leaving nothing behind but frigid prints and a discarded cigarette butt searing a hole through the new virgin snow.
His love would awaken in the morning to the feeling of cold air and an even colder bed.
A/N: My first for this fandom, an old flame from my childhood. Greatly inspired by discovering and reading the works of Gracey and SiriusFan13. My Saito could never hold a candle to theirs.
Is he off to enact revenge on some hapless victim, or just off to work early? Who knows, but I feel sorry for Tokio.