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I started a Wolf's Rain Fan Fiction, thanks to Alatum Laminis, who unintentionally inspired this story. So thanks! It won't be that similar to his story Culpa Bestiae, but it was nonetheless inspired by it. So I'll write this story. I hope you enjoy! I own nothing in Wolf's Rain, except this storyline and any OC characters in this story. Thanks!
Anyway, time to read the story!
Chapter One: Fate's Cruel Game
Kiba's mind was free, even if his body was not. He couldn't remember why, but he couldn't move. But not in his dream. Here he was running. The world was turning to ice before his eyes. Eons passed, with the world falling apart and beginning again once the ice thawed. He saw faces that he knew, passing before his eyes. And he knew that there would be a lot of sadness within them. There was little he could do though. He couldn't remember them. They haunted his dreams, which this no doubt was one of.
As he ran, the world passed him by. The wind howled mournful words into his ears, spoken by no one and yet spoken by everyone.
"I tell you now the words of the red moon."
"Then the beast shall appear."
Things such as that were hurled at him. He knew the world was close to ending again. It was always close to ending. That was the lives he had held.
Wait...lives? Yes lives. He had been reborn countless times, chosen by the flower maiden over and over again to quest for paradise. But he and his pack had always failed. Now she was calling to him again. Always, it began with this dream. She was calling him to find her, to seek her out. And only that could give him any purpose. He was tired of seeing his friends die one by one.
"Come and find this one Kiba." She whispered to him.
So he ran. He was searching for her. Little else mattered. He could only run. She heard her begin to sing, drawing him closer to her. It was her Lullaby. She sang it to him to cause him to rest with a dreamless and easy sleep. She sang it to him when he was in pain. She sometimes had sung it to him before as he had died.
Shailoh Shailoh, Yatreet ka...
Shailo shna... Otrit ka...
hahla hahla... ahlah hah...
Shailoh washnee
fortee ney...
Shailoh shailoh, yartreet ka...
omen nio hah...
shailoh shailoh, yatreet ka...
omen nio hah...
shiloh shiloh, yatreet ka...
shiloh shna... otrit ka...
hahla hahla... ahlah hah...
shailoh washnee
fortee neh...
He ran faster. The words were calling to him. They urged him to come. He didn't know where she would lead him, but he knew that he must follow. There was no doubt about it. He had always followed her. There was no where else that he could run.
And yet as he ran he saw again their faces...the gray wolf, the black wolf dog, the small brown wolf with the bracelets, and the brown wolf that once wore a collar. Then he remembered the humans. The old man with the gun, the man who was a detective, and the woman who was a scientist. They smiled at him. But why would they smile? It was his fault that they had died. His mission had failed and like so many others he had lead them to their doom. He couldn't remember their names. That was sad to him. Why could he not remember? Why could he not remember anything?
The names of his packs, the names of his enemies, the names of the people he had met. He knew that this was wrong. Before, he had always remembered everything. But there was nothing now. He couldn't even remember the name of the one who was calling to him. He could only remember his own name. And yet still that voice called to him. So he ran.
He reached the place. There he saw her. At the frozen stream, with her feet sticking into the water, the only water that was around here, that which wasn't frozen. He stepped forward at last, glad to meet her. But he didn't cry out to her. He couldn't remember her name. She paused, turning her head this way and that. He found that he couldn't see her clearly. She was blurry, as if he were seeing a mirage. He couldn't even make out the color of her hair.
"Kiba?" She asked. "Where are you Kiba? This one can't feel you."
"I'm here." he responded. She looked around again.
"Where? What's going on?" she looked at him. "Kiba..."
"I've missed you." Kiba replied, not meaning to ignore her distress. "Your death caused the world to be reborn."
"Yes..." she said. "Along with..." she said seven names. That was strange. Why couldn't he hear them? It was like his mind had fogged over when she said them. It hurt his head to think about. "Isn't that great Kiba? Our pack can be reformed, and we can look for Paradise again. But..." another name. He paused, cocking his head. He couldn't hear this one either, though it made his hair stand on end. "...he changed Paradise. He corrupted it. The only way to stop it would be to bring humans into Paradise, humans that the wolves can trust. This one thinks..." three of the original seven names were mentioned. Kiba shook his head. "...can be the ones. They'll do just fine. Now perhaps we can make it all the way. Something's different this time."
"You're right." Kiba could only respond, shaking his head in annoyance.
"Kiba what's wrong with you?" she cried. "Don't you want to see your friends again? You don't even sound like you recognize the names!"
"I can't hear them." Kiba replied. "I can't remember them. It's strange. I can't remember anything."
"Kiba..." she said. There was true fear in her voice now. He was sure he'd never heard it before. Not from her. "This one's name...say this one's name..."
"I can't." Kiba replied.
"It's ….." she said. He couldn't hear it. She repeated it. "...! So say it. Please say it!"
"I can't. I can't hear it." Kiba replied, growing a little nervous now.
"What do you mean?" she cried.
"Didn't you hear him Flower Maiden?" a cruel and mocking voice asked. "He said he can't hear you. The names have no importance to him now."
She turned and gasped, trembling in fear. He turned to look as well, and found himself face to face with a wolf. He was huge, and a savage brute. Kiba could tell that even from here. It made him bristle in anger. He was a dark wolf, black, but tinted purple. His eyes were two different colors. One was blue, and it was dull. The other was like a wolf's, black with a golden iris. Kiba snarled at him and prepared to pounce. But then he turned his eyes to him.
Kiba froze. He had seen that reproachful look before, the look of a father chastising his son. Kiba couldn't help it. He felt guilty that he had somehow made this wolf look at him this way. He was frightened of his power, but even more of his disapproval. Kiba whined once and dropped to his belly. It was a very submissive pose. The purple wolf smiled and nodded at him, then walked past, raising his tail and head aggressively. Suddenly, the maiden seemed beyond fear. She was angry.
"What have you done?" she demanded. "...!" she had said his name. Kiba was sure of it. But it hardly mattered to Kiba. He was too confused.
"Nothing much." the wolf promised. "But you have come too late. I found Kiba first, and he is mine now."
"This one remembers that you hate the wolves." she said angrily. "So this one knows that you must have done something to hurt Kiba!"
"I did hate wolves. I do." the wolf snarled, showing her his fangs and bristling. "Only in this accursed life you gave me, I loved nature. I found a white wolf pup, abandoned by his parents. I took him in and raised him as my own son. Then once I remembered and realized who he was, it was far too late for me to kill him." then the wolf laughed. "However, that may prove to be a blessing. I hate wolves. That's true. They cursed me this way. And I cannot hate Kiba. But I can hate all of the others. Kiba and I will open paradise. This time I will enter it, with my Harmona who was reborn as a wolf."
"Give Kiba back!" she cried. "Let him go!"
"I can't." the wolf replied with a mocking tone. "He is my son now. And what son can't help but love his father? This time I will open Paradise. My mind has cleared now. I am no longer insane. I am quite sane. But I will still see to it that you wolves die. You who so cursed me, you will not reach Paradise."
The purple wolf turned to Kiba then, looking down at him. Suddenly, Kiba knew he was small. He was not a grown wolf anymore. He was a pup again. The purple wolf bent down and scooped him up into his jaws. They were familiar to him. Very familiar. He felt himself relax. Like a pup would with his father. He didn't know what else to call it. But he wasn't scared. In the back of his mind, he thought he should be. But it didn't remain lodged in his mind for long. The purple wolf looked back over his shoulder at her, laughing his mocking laugh again and he turned and walked away.
"Kiba!" she cried. "Kiba! Listen! This one will save you! This one will find everyone, and we'll come for you! So wait for us! Kiba!"
She disappeared behind them suddenly. Now they two wolves were alone on the barren wilderness. Kiba looked up at the purple wolf above him.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"You know me. I am you father." the purple wolf replied. Kiba gasped.
"What are you doing here father?" Kiba asked.
"I'm protecting you. The wolves and Paradise bring nothing but trouble. Now hush. Let us venture together again into the darkness."
Kiba jumped awake. He was not a pup. He was a young adult male wolf. The dream had unsettled him nonetheless, and he shuddered. What was this all about? Why did he have memories that he couldn't place? And why was he so sad?
The wolf was white, and arctic wolf. He was a beautiful specimen, tall and large, and handsome. His fur was sleek and well cared for. His eyes were bright. He was well fed and yet still lean. Like every member of his species, he was a beautiful creature, full of power. He stood and snarled, surrounded by the memories he couldn't place. Then he turned and walked down the halls to the one place that he knew someone would understand.
The throne room. It was simple, not lavishly decorated at all. The dark stone walls were dreary. And he found it depressing. But he could still go outside into the garden and the surrounding towns. This is where he had grown up, in this keep. It was a wonderful place. And yet his heart felt restless. Was it because of Paradise? The woman he couldn't remember? The memories he couldn't place? He wasn't sure.
There were many people within the walls again today. Many had come to have an audience with his father. He was very popular around here after all. They all moved out of his way as he came forward. They murmured nervously. He knew why. Wolves were murderers, and he was sad to be called one of them. If he could have been born a human, he would have been. But in all of his lives, he had been a wolf. That was just the way things went he supposed. Wolves weren't allowed here. His father killed any that came here. All except two: Kiba and the beautiful she wolf, Sarai. They alone were spared. They alone lived with him, his family. And it was because of this that his father was called the Wolf Lord.
The humans murmured among themselves nervously, parting to let him past. But he walked forward and hardly paid them any attention as he moved towards the throne. They didn't try and hinder him, and the guards ignored him. They recognized him, though they were a little confused to see him here at this time of day. Usually, he would be sleeping or running through the garden, and only then would he return at night after his patrols. It was unusual for him to be here.
A young girl stepped into his path. She was holding onto a teddy bear and she paused when she saw him. The wolf too stopped and looked at her. She smiled at him, showing him that she was missing several teeth. Then she laughed and reached forward. The people all gasped, and the mother froze. But the guards didn't seem inclined to stop this from happening, and they always killed wolves. She patted the wolf's head, who lowered it a bit so that she could pet it. She giggled.
"Doggy!" she cried.
"If you can't tell the difference between a dog and a wolf," Kiba said. "then you will have a hard life ahead of you. I won't hurt you, but there are others who will."
"Good doggy." she giggled. Kiba sighed, but he smiled too.
"Thus comes from the mouths of babes." He said. "If only we could all remain as innocent and peaceful as you. Then perhaps the world would be a better place to live."
"Oh!" the mother cried, relieved. "Lord Kiba. So good to see you. We never see you except at night, patrolling the city for wolves. I'm sorry if she caused you any trouble. Come here Anabell." The mother scooped up her child.
"No it's fine." Kiba replied, looking at the woman. "She doesn't bother me. I was bored is all. I came here. There's nothing really more than that."
"You will never change, my son." his father's voice rang from across the room. It was a beautiful, harmonious voice. "You've scared everyone. You know how scared they are of wolves. They can't tell if you're a real wolf or not when you just come walking in. That's why I said you should wear the collar with the mark of our house upon it. That way, they could always tell."
"I mean no disrespect to our house father." Kiba replied. "But not even I will wear a collar. I am not a dog."
"You even speak like a wolf." his father laughed. "You will never lose the pride of your parents, will you? Come then. Come here Kiba."
The White wolf obeyed, following the well known path towards the center of the throne room. The people now parted before him, bowing their heads a little. He ignored them and held himself tall and proud. He walked forward with a regal bearing, which looking at him, he rightfully deserved. Soon, he reached the foot of the throne.
Beside the throne, on the ground, laid a beautiful she-wolf. She was asleep now, but she often was. She was black, and her fur was glossy and sleek. She was the picture of beauty, and Kiba knew that his father loved her. This was Sarai. Then he looked up to his father. He was a tall and handsome human. Many females of his race fell in love with him on sight. He was just that handsome. He was lean but strong, and he was a wonderful person. One eye was like that of a wolf's. Black with the golden iris. That one he kept covered, because when he revealed it most humans fell into a deep sleep. His other eye looked human, and it was blue. His hear was long and hung down to his shoulders, a deep purple-blue color. He wore the beautiful purple coat of his house, with the white attire of a Noble underneath.
Kiba paused a moment as he looked at him. For a second he was reminded of the purple wolf in his dream. It made him angry, though he didn't know why. But he shook the thought out of his mind. His father was a kind man and he smiled fondly at the wolf.
"I have come, father." Kiba said.
"Good then. What did you need?" he asked. "You can't fool me. You need something. So why don't you tell me Kiba?"
"It's nothing." Kiba replied. "It can wait. I will talk to you about it later. Now you should listen to the people here. Isn't that what you told me to do?"
"Very well." he replied. "I will do that."
Then however, there was suddenly a commotion at the back of the throne room. Kiba turned to look, and even Sarai was woken from her dreams. The guards were trying hard to restrain someone, but the woman was adamant.
"Lord Darcia!" she cried. "Lord Darcia please! You must listen to me!"
"Stop!" one of the guards cried. "You are one of the people of the slums. You are not an aristocrat of the city! You have no business here."
"No." his father, Darcia replied. "Let her speak." the guards restraining her stopped, though they still held onto her. She paused.
"Oh thank you!" she cried.
"Come now. What is this all about?" Darcia asked.
"A wolf!" she cried. All went silent. The people here knew about wolves. They had some living among them. But to other places of the world, wolves were simply myths. Still, wolves never came here. Not after Lord Darcia had taken control. Even so, Darcia and Sarai paused, and Kiba turned to look at her with a quick low growl. She had their attention now.
"Don't be stupid!" one of the guards cried. "There are no wolves here. Lord Kiba checks our cities every night for them. None could get past him. Are you insulting him?"
"Are you sure?" Darcia asked, ignoring the guards. "What did it look like? Where was it?"
"It was just past the statue garden in Herman City." she replied. "I didn't get a good look at her. She was gone too fast. But I saw a young woman change into a wolf! I thought I must have been dreaming at first, until I heard her speak. It was a wolf I saw!"
"This is bad..." Darcia said, his eyes narrowing. "If there's really a wolf..."
"We must drive her from our territory." Sarai said in her quiet but beautiful voice. "If she remains here then she will be a danger to us all."
"Sir!" one of the guards cried. "What should we do?" But Kiba suddenly surprised him all. They saw his hackles raise, his fur stand on end, his ears lay back. His tail came up in an aggressive position. He snarled, displaying his wickedly curved fangs. Then he turned to his father. As he spoke, the words could be clearly heard, along with his snarls and growls.
"Father. I will go." Kiba said. "I'm the only one who can find her quickly. You've said it yourself. Wolves are dangerous. I won't let her hurt anyone." Darcia nodded.
"Do what you must." he replied.
Kiba snarled and then turned and ran. He bolted quickly out of the doorway and down the busy roads. Any people or guards he met along the way jumped out of his way quickly. The people were frightened of him. But the guards knew who he was and called after him. He didn't pause to offer an explanation however. He kept running. All the way into the heart of Herman City, the largest city surrounding the keep.
It was a statue garden. The grass here was green, and beautiful arranged flowers were all around them. Each statue was of Darcia and his house, as well as several of Sarai and Kiba himself. They were beautiful, exact likenesses of the people they were supposed to represent. And yet Kiba glared at them reproachfully. They were only statues. They were human creations. He had been raised with humans. He shouldn't have felt so angry when he saw them. But he was. Whenever he saw them. He grew angry. It was because of the memories that he couldn't place. The ones that were his but not his.
But he didn't have time to linger on those thoughts for long. Darcia had told him time and time again of how wolves were murderers. How they killed people for no reason. He felt like that was wrong some how. But it had been drilled into his head for so long that he ceased to care anymore. He dropped his nose to the ground and began to sniff. He caught her scent in a few moments. It was only about an hour old. She should still be around here somewhere.
He set off at a run, leaping between statues. He wasn't sure where he was going really. He'd never been this far into the slum of this city. That's probably why he hadn't noticed her before now. Still, he ran on until the scent became fresher and fresher. He felt his hackles raise. He was getting closer now. Soon, he would see her.
He leaped out from behind one of the statues, fully expecting to see some ravenous beast. But he suddenly skid to a stop, completely surprised. He was taller than her. She was bent down a little in surprise, though her head was up. He was looking down at her, his body frozen in the awkward pose he had managed to stop in, tensed. She blinked as she looked up at him. Their noses where inches apart. Slowly, she stood, and Kiba let her. Now they were looking each other in the eyes. Kiba paused, carefully watching her. She was watching him.
He had stopped because he had recognized her. He had seen her countless times in his dreams. She was the black wolf with blue eyes. Wolf wasn't quite accurate he supposed. She was part dog. He could see that. No wolf had blue eyes anyway. And her fur wasn't quite as glossy as a wolf's. But she was nonetheless beautiful.
"Who are you?" he snarled. "What are you doing here? Wolves aren't allowed here."
"But you're a wolf." she pointed out.
"Shut up." he snarled, showing her his fangs. "Don't call me that. I don't want to be labeled that way."
"Labeled?" she asked, cocking her head a little. "What do you mean? That's who you are. You're a wolf."
"I am." he snarled. "But I was raised to be with humans. My father hates wolves, so I do too. It's as simple as that."
"So you hate something," she said irritably. "even though you've never had a chance to decide whether or not you should hate it yourself? You're only following the rules of some human? You're even more of a dog than I am, Kiba."
"How do you know my name?" he snarled. She paused, looking at him.
"Because we were friends long ago." she said. "You always reincarnate in this world to look for Paradise. Along with Cheza. I was with your last pack. We failed to make it to Paradise, so the world began again. And here we are again at the end of things. Don't you remember?"
"How do you know my dreams?" Kiba snarled.
"Dreams?" she asked. "What do you mean? It's all real. Don't you remember? I'm Blue. The wolf-dog. And my master is Quent. He's here too, getting drunk as usual."
"I..." he said pausing. "I don't remember the names and faces of the people in my dreams. But you're in them. It's hard to remember. It hurts my head. Who's Cheza?" He was surprised to see a look of concern pass over her face. She stepped forward and sniffed his muzzle gently. He paused. Normally, he would have attacked her. But he felt like he could trust her.
"You really don't remember?" Blue asked. "I don't understand. What's going on?"
"I don't know..." Kiba said. He was going to say that he didn't know what she was talking about. But then he realized that he did. He had known for a while. Something wasn't right. His life was wrong. And deep down he knew it. Only seeing her had reminded him.
"Cheza...the flower maiden." Blue said. "She called to me and Quent in our dreams. She said to find you. She said that something was wrong. Now I see that there is."
Suddenly the door to a nearby bar flew open. A man came storming out quickly. He looked scared, but their was also a hard look in his eyes. They were small, but brown. His skin was a darker shade, and his hair was gray. His face was showing his age, but he still moved really well. He wore black pants and boots and a brown overcoat. On his head was a brown hat. He carried a brown brief case and a a large gun, which was hidden in his coat.
"Blue." he said. "We have to leave. The Noble who rules here... it's Darcia!"
"Darcia!" Blue gasped. "Then it's true...history is repeating itself. There are so many people that have been reborn into this world, animals and humans alike. And it's all because of Darcia..."
"Don't you dare speak ill of my father!" Kiba snarled. Blue and Quent turned to look at the snarling wolf in surprise. Quent finally seemed to recognize him.
"Kiba..." he gasped.
"Your father?" Blue gasped. "Then that means...oh no! Then you're with Darcia!"
"So what if I am?" Kiba snarled. Blue whined and turned to him, her ears laying flat.
"Don't you remember? You hated him! You fought him!" She cried. "You can't simply be his son! That's impossible! He killed all of your friends and Cheza and you! How can you defend him?"
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Kiba snarled. "I told you I don't remember anything like that!" Realization seemed to dawn on both the man and the wolf-dog's face.
"Darcia must have done something." Quent growled. Then he looked up at Kiba. "Listen to me Kiba. I used to hate wolves. I changed my mind after one of your friends died trying to protect me. Me of all people, who had murdered so many wolves. It showed me that there were good ones. And you were one of the good ones. Darcia though, he's bad news. He's not a human or a wolf. We don't know really what he is. But if he's back, then there's going to be trouble. He's evil. It's a miracle that you're even still alive."
"You're lying!" Kiba snarled.
"Kiba listen!" Blue cried. "You can't trust Darcia! Remember!"
"Shut up!" Kiba snarled. But he was beginning to grow uneasy. He couldn't help but remember his dream.
"Don't you remember? The purple wolf?" Blue cried. Kiba froze. Suddenly the image of the wolf from his dream popped into his head. And he couldn't help but shudder both in fear and in anger. That wolf in his dream had been his father. Confusion wracked through his mind. What was a lie and what was the truth? So much in his life had suddenly become jumbled up.
"Leave me alone!" Kiba snarled.
Then he turned and ran. He wasn't sure where he was running. He only knew that he had to get away. He ran on, and soon he lost them. He knew these streets better than they did. And he even splashed through the gutters a few times so he knew that Blue couldn't follow his scent. Soon, he stopped as he found himself staring up at the grand entry way of the keep. It was empty of people now, but open for his return.
He felt bad somehow to leave Blue and Quent. They had really seemed worried about him. But he couldn't understand why. Behind him somewhere in the city, he heard Blue howl. The humans couldn't hear it because she was in her human form and calling his name. He snarled. He never howled. Father always told him it was distasteful...yes...father always told him...
He paused as he looked up. He was hidden out of sight, and the two creatures were downwind of him. They couldn't smell him. But he caught the familiar scent of his father and Sarai. The sun was setting now. It was growing dark. But he saw two wolves there. One was black and the other was...purple.
He felt his hair stand on edge. He didn't want to believe it, but the proof was right in front of him. He snarled a little. There was no way. They had been lying. But the two wolves walked over to the small pond in the garden. They looked into it. Then he heard Sarai speak. Her voice wasn't weak sounding anymore. In fact, it was full of life and strong. But it was sad too.
"Why Darcia?" She asked. "Is Paradise truly that important to you? It's cruel how you keep that pup in the dark, even when you know that you were once enemies."
"I promised you that I would take you to Paradise." Darcia responded. "And I intend to do that. He is the wolf chosen by the flower maiden. Only he can open Paradise. Then this time, I will make it. He is my son. He will not disobey me. When the time is right, then we will leave."
"And you altered his memories as well." Sarai said sadly. "Isn't it enough to be here with me? Your spell cannot last forever. Soon, he will reawaken, and he'll return to himself."
"Hush." Darcia purred to her. "All will be well my darling. Soon we'll enter Paradise."
"How cruel a place it will be if we make it." Sarai replied. "You're blind to everything but your goal and your hatred. Even to me."
She turned and walked away, back into the keep. Kiba trembled in his confusion as he looked back to the purple wolf and saw his father standing there silently. Then the man walked into the keep, still leaving the door open for him. But Kiba didn't go inside of the keep. He retreated into the forest, too confused to go inside. He wasn't sure what was real and what was not anymore. And for the first time since he was a pup, the forest was calling to him, and he found human company distasteful. The wilderness in Kiba was reawakening.
So that's the end of Chapter one.
I finally know the whole story line to Wolf's Rain, so I deleted my other story of it that was completely wrong and created another one that was much better. This one follows the story line much better, and it's just more dramatic. ^^
Still...WTF? Darcia is Kiba's "Father"? What was I on when I dreamed this up? XD
Anyway, thanks for reading. Please leave a review and tell me how you think I did.