A Wolf Named Blu
Disclaimer: I do not own Wolf's Rain or any of its concepts nor do I own the name Kiba. P.S. not same Kiba as in story but I just like that name.
Once I was young and happy. Once I was innocent. I had friends and family all around me. It was all good but when I was about to start High School, we moved. I had to start over from scratch. I had to make new friends and learn the city. On top of that, all the classes I was in were ridiculously difficult. So to help me feel better, my parents decided to get me a pet. We went to the animal shelter together and looked at the animals they had.
The shelter was ok but it looked a little rundown, you could see tiny cracks in the wall here and there. I was walking through looking at all the cages and at the different kinds of dogs. They had dozens but none convinced me. I kept walking towards the back of the shelter, as the room got darker. "Hey Kiba don't get lost OK" "Yes mom" I said irritated to my mother who always worried too much about me. I guess she would never realize that I was not a little boy anymore. I reached the end of the building. The lighting was faulty and a musty odor hung in the atmosphere. Here at the end of the line of cages I made my stop. I turned to my left to find what looked like the worst kept cage of all. It was all torn as if someone had taken a chainsaw to it from the inside out. The bottom of it was covered in blood, and discarded food. It was as if no one had taken care of this poor critter in a long time. I looked for the dog inside but I couldn't find it. I saw something move in the farthest corner, a mass of fur covered in shadows stirred. It made its way closer to me, and then two blue eyes stared back at me. "There you are." I thought to myself still looking at the now approaching dog. It looked hideous with mangy fur, cuts, and scrapes everywhere, not to mention the couple of pounds it lacked but to me it was the most beautiful dog I had ever seen. The dog simply kept moving forward and opened the cage. I had not realized it was never locked. It started rubbing itself up on me.
"Uh sir your ummm dog has well…he uuuuhh…" That's all the man in charge needed to hear to come running with tazer and a net. "Get out of there kid!" He screamed, sweat pouring down his face. The man was a heavier set fellow with large hands that now gripped the tazer-gun firmly. At first the dog showed it's teeth at the man and growled, but then it looked at me and whined as if begging. It was a weird feeling, being stared at with those great blue eyes. It was almost as if I understood it. As if, it wanted me to take it home. Then the dog turned, and walked calmly back into its cage and sat there motionless staring at all of us.
"Good boy" I said.
The owner said, "Actually it's a girl and she's the worst we got here. I've never seen her behave like that. It's really strange."
I said, "Mom, dad you said that you wanted to get me a pet and a friend, I want that one." I said pointing to the doggie now rolling around inside the cage happily.
"Now, now son I can't let you have that dog there, I have strict orders to keep it here it's far too dangerous." Said the man in charge. He continued trying to convince me. "Why don't you take Sparky here?" He said leading me to a yippy little dog one-third the size of the other one.
I raised one eyebrow and thought, "Are you kidding me?" "No thanks I think I don't want that one." I said and moved away from the tiny cage and stood by my parents.
"Son if the dog is not for sale then we can't take it." Said my father and I hung my head.
I left the store dogless and sad and went back home. Little did I know that after that day my life would never be the same.