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...And the prophecies fortold not one, but two great quests of those born from the moon.
-Ookami no Hohoemi
Reverberance
By: GenkiKunoichi
Ch1 Smog City
"Toboe! You're gonna make us late for school! Hurry!"
"I'll be there soon, I just have to feed Kaori-san"
A monotonous drizzle of rain had begun to fall, soaking through to the dilapidated core of the immense city. A haze had accumulated, yet was paid no mind as the inhabitants busied themselves with living.
A young boy, clad in a traditional school uniform sat on his haunches, calmly soothing the mewling bays of a tiny kitten residing in a box down one of the winding alleyways.
"Kaori-san, it's okay! I'll be back later to feed you again! The rain won't get you!" His words seemed to quell the feline's cries and he gave a grin of reassurance, uncaring to the curious scrutiny of passerbys as he continued speaking.
"Once I get Grandma to agree, you'll be living with us and--!"
He was cut short by a commotion in the back of the alleyway. The sound of footsteps gaining in volume made the rapidly decreasing distance apparent and the boy crouched further behind a bin to avoid sight. Shouting echoed after the approaching figure coupled with the clatter of a trashcan meeting sodden concrete.
Suddenly, the running ceased and before him stood the figure of a young man whose eyes, odd as they were, focused immediately at his makeshift hiding spot; they seemed to pierce right through the old bin to peer at the trembling mound before him. The man opened his mouth as if to speak, but cast an uneasy glance in the direction behind him and closed his mouth once more, still staring.
The man Toboe regarded as an 'older teen' wore his hair in shaggy disarray, wearing a simple jacket and blue jeans. He didn't even look like he's reached his twenties yet. There was something oddly determined about him. His stature suggested a proud warrior, like the ones grandma's adventure books spoke of.
For a split second, a fleeting image, almost like a memory, floated through Toboe's mind. Running. Paradise... A princess. He couldn't understand why his mind was drawing up fairytales and old legends in such a position.
Legends and fairytales aren't real.
That thought, brought the youth back to reality. It was suddenly quiet. Everything in the noisy city had ceased to screech and whine under the excruciating workload it usually associated itself with. Silence lapsed all around.
The man's lips moved, mouthing a single word before tearing into an inhuman sprint, once again leaving the bewildered youth. Seconds passed and the sound of the bustling metropolis returned.
Had he seen something else there? Coming into focus he felt the hair on the back of his neck prick upwards. The reverberance of the footsteps dissapeared gradually and Toboe awaited the approach of the other set of feet. Minutes passed, and an eerie calm was all that remained of the scene just moments before.
Glancing at the watch amongst the golden bangles on his wrist, the boy's eyes widened, "Oh NO! I'm LATE!"
Grabbing his overweighted bookback he dashed back out of the alley, scratching 'Kaori-san' behind the ears as he passed her. For now, the meeting with the enigmatic man was placed to the recesses of his mind.
Reaching his destination, his legs almost gave an audible sigh of relief.... until the tardy bell rang.
Still, however the day went as it normally did. He'd almost gotten over the whole incedent altogether by fourth-class period, even. Toboe prided himself on coming to terms with things as promptly as they appeared.
He'd still wondered, however why the man spoke that single word:
"Ookami"
((((
That's it for chapter one. This is just an idea that I had somewhere between episode 26 and episode 30. If I get enough feedback, I'll continue.
...And ookami means wolf.
...And the prophecies fortold not one, but two great quests of those born from the moon.
-Ookami no Hohoemi
Reverberance
By: GenkiKunoichi
Ch1 Smog City
"Toboe! You're gonna make us late for school! Hurry!"
"I'll be there soon, I just have to feed Kaori-san"
A monotonous drizzle of rain had begun to fall, soaking through to the dilapidated core of the immense city. A haze had accumulated, yet was paid no mind as the inhabitants busied themselves with living.
A young boy, clad in a traditional school uniform sat on his haunches, calmly soothing the mewling bays of a tiny kitten residing in a box down one of the winding alleyways.
"Kaori-san, it's okay! I'll be back later to feed you again! The rain won't get you!" His words seemed to quell the feline's cries and he gave a grin of reassurance, uncaring to the curious scrutiny of passerbys as he continued speaking.
"Once I get Grandma to agree, you'll be living with us and--!"
He was cut short by a commotion in the back of the alleyway. The sound of footsteps gaining in volume made the rapidly decreasing distance apparent and the boy crouched further behind a bin to avoid sight. Shouting echoed after the approaching figure coupled with the clatter of a trashcan meeting sodden concrete.
Suddenly, the running ceased and before him stood the figure of a young man whose eyes, odd as they were, focused immediately at his makeshift hiding spot; they seemed to pierce right through the old bin to peer at the trembling mound before him. The man opened his mouth as if to speak, but cast an uneasy glance in the direction behind him and closed his mouth once more, still staring.
The man Toboe regarded as an 'older teen' wore his hair in shaggy disarray, wearing a simple jacket and blue jeans. He didn't even look like he's reached his twenties yet. There was something oddly determined about him. His stature suggested a proud warrior, like the ones grandma's adventure books spoke of.
For a split second, a fleeting image, almost like a memory, floated through Toboe's mind. Running. Paradise... A princess. He couldn't understand why his mind was drawing up fairytales and old legends in such a position.
Legends and fairytales aren't real.
That thought, brought the youth back to reality. It was suddenly quiet. Everything in the noisy city had ceased to screech and whine under the excruciating workload it usually associated itself with. Silence lapsed all around.
The man's lips moved, mouthing a single word before tearing into an inhuman sprint, once again leaving the bewildered youth. Seconds passed and the sound of the bustling metropolis returned.
Had he seen something else there? Coming into focus he felt the hair on the back of his neck prick upwards. The reverberance of the footsteps dissapeared gradually and Toboe awaited the approach of the other set of feet. Minutes passed, and an eerie calm was all that remained of the scene just moments before.
Glancing at the watch amongst the golden bangles on his wrist, the boy's eyes widened, "Oh NO! I'm LATE!"
Grabbing his overweighted bookback he dashed back out of the alley, scratching 'Kaori-san' behind the ears as he passed her. For now, the meeting with the enigmatic man was placed to the recesses of his mind.
Reaching his destination, his legs almost gave an audible sigh of relief.... until the tardy bell rang.
Still, however the day went as it normally did. He'd almost gotten over the whole incedent altogether by fourth-class period, even. Toboe prided himself on coming to terms with things as promptly as they appeared.
He'd still wondered, however why the man spoke that single word:
"Ookami"
((((
That's it for chapter one. This is just an idea that I had somewhere between episode 26 and episode 30. If I get enough feedback, I'll continue.
...And ookami means wolf.