Just something told from Kiba's point of view after the very end of the series.
It was strange. The scent. It was so familiar, yet I can't seem to remember…Her eyes, beautiful crimson. What? Who's eyes?
It was today in the city. I smelt a flower, so sweet and alluring, it made my fur quiver, yet…yet I cannont place where I have scented it before. I think it was important though. Very important, in fact. Like a love lost in tragedy, in blood. Was that it? In blood? I need to find it…
But that was not the only thing. There were…people…other wolves, maybe? No…yet they, too, were familiar. It was like déjà vu. All of them, their faces glowed, they were so matched in my memory; I know I know them. I have to. I think I may even know their names…No. But something… Like old friends, but…were they lost like the flower? Were they lost in the blood?
But, then, if they were lost in crimson blood, what happened to me? Was I lost, too? And who did all this? Who took them away? Who took the flower, the scent? It was deathly important, the flower. As if my very existence depended on it…Perhaps it did…Perhaps they did…Perhaps everything worth living for was hidden away with them and the flower…
What! What am I thinking! This is ridiculous! A flower and strangers in a market in a city? Ha! Laughable. How could I know anyone of them? And a flower is just a flower. Nothing important could come from any of it…from any of them. Simple as that. And I'll prove it! I'll find the flower and show myself it is nothing.
And so, I lift myself up from the snowy ground just outside the city. The buildings meet with me soon, cold and dark and ominous. The flower and the strangers run through my mind, memories slipping, teasing, just out of reach. It frustrates me. And what's more, new familiar people, wolves and humans race about through my mind. They run in circles, meeting always the same. With red. Red blood? Oh God, what happened to me? Why can't I remember? Am I crazy? And why is there a land so golden there? Somewhere I should be, with them, with the flower…
I catch the scent again, and my feet start to go faster and faster. Turning and turning through the streets, I come closer and closer. Yes, there! I spy it in an alley, its color so silvery pink it glimmers. I slow and approach it with caution, as if it were an enemy, its scent so intoxicating.
And a reach down and touch the silken petals, so soft…"Cheza"…my Flower Maiden, the momories have not yet left me…it is not an end, but a beginning.
Sorry if its confusing, but Kiba's confused, 'cause I don't think he remembered much after it all ended, yak Kno?