WOLF
A Tsubasa: RESEVior CHRoNiCLES FanFiction
Main Character Pairing: Syaoran x Sakura
ALTERNATE UNIVERSE
One dark, tranquil night in a large, dense forest, an earsplitting crack tore through the night air as birds abandoned their perches in a small, select location, signaling to the rest of the wildlife that a Hunter had entered the domain. If any attention had been payed, one could see a dark blur moving toward said location swiftly and silently, being tailed by a large silver canine as they neared the scene, greeted by a high-pitched whine of another of the silver wolves, bloodied and beaten.
A large, gnarled boot fell upon the beaten animal's throat, effectively earning a loud whine from the animal due to the amount of sheer pain the wolf was forced to endure, as a crack resounded soon after.
A low growl emitted from the underbrush as a lean, tall young man stepped into the all-revealing rays of the moonlight, showing chestnut-brown, short hair and piercing amber eyes, shining gold in the ethereal light. He wore a simple, tattered pair of pants, a necklace which glowed in an almost unreal tinge due to its' consistency of being made with animal teeth, and identical leather straps on each arm, each having three wild bird feathers hanging limply. He let out another predatory snarl, slightly gaping his mouth to show his gleaming--yet curiously sharpened--canine teeth, as if to threaten the opposing man.
His piercing orbs were fixated on the burly man, of who was ornamented in various animal furs and carried a pair of pistols; one pistol was aimed at the young boy, and the other aiming at the now-dead wolf at his feet.
The tall boy wavered, his hands clenched into tight fists at his sides, the muscles in his chest contracted to show his anger.
The Hunter's deep, mangled voice rose above the growling, addressing the animalistic human, "Come ta save yer friend, Wolf?"
A cutting, harsh laugh from the Hunter was soon released, following his words as he continued, "Ya move one step, boy, and I'll have yer head."
A low growl was heard from the shadows behind him as the boy, whom was apparently known as 'Wolf,' smirked.
A yowl soon broke out as a second wolf, similar to the one the Hunter had just killed, leaped out of the bushes and moved to kill the gnarled man to avenge its fallen kin.
Several shots had been fired, and many droplets of dried blood had been splattered throughout the clearing. An adult's mangled and shredded body was sprawled haphazardly; a single, bloodied wolf was crushed below the destroyed carcass of the man. A second canine body was strewn amidst the far bramble, having several bullet wounds in its hide.
A nervous, curious young girl, with auburn hair that fell to her mid-neck, cautiously treads out from behind a tree, peering at the scene. A hand instantly flew to cover her mouth, muffling her still-audible gasp at the wreckage displayed before her, "Oh my...."
She hurried over to the wolf closest to her, looking at the bullet wounds with great concern, and knelt down, tentatively reaching a hand out in order to check if it was alright. However, before she could touch a sing hair on its furry body, the auburn girl was startled by a low, menacing grown which came from somewhere just out of her peripheral vision, and she halted her action, turning her head cautiously as her bright, emerald-green eyes fell upon an injured man, no doubt near the girl's own age of 16, and coaxed, softly, "I don't mean you any harm. I just want to help."
The brown haired boy in question simply stared at her with his guarded, emotionless, amber eyes.
The silence extended for many moments before the young girl stood up once more and slowly walked over the injured boy. His head didn't turn to look at her, instead, he fleetingly glanced down at the ground in-between them, as if insinuating an unspoken threat.
With a sigh, the scrawny girl suddenly sat down, her plain, jade-green dress puffing out around her gracefully.
She stared at him a little longer, persistence showing clearly on her face, as she waited for him to acknowledge her will to help.
The silence slowly allowed time to slip by the two; the girl's gaze not wavering in the slightest.
Gingerly, the boy's amber orbs flickered up to meet her gaze, staring right back at her. Almost at once, the girl broke out into a huge grin, happily chirping without moving closer, "My name is Sakura! Sa-ku-ra. I just want to help with your injuries, okay?"
He had been covered in many minor scrapes, scratches, and bruises, but Sakura's eyes first fell down to his left leg, which had apparently been hit with one of the Hunter's stray bullets.
Slowly, his gaze followed her own, looking down at his wound uncaringly, but he made no move against her otherwise.
Taking his silence as an affirmation, the emerald-eyed female slowly stood up, treading over to kneel beside him. The boy only stared, tracking her every movement like that of a hawk. Briefly, she touched the hem of his frayed left pant leg, as she observed that she would be able to simply roll up the single item in order to treat his wound, as it was just above his knee and beside the actual bone, depicting that nothing should be broken other than muscle and tendons.
The injured boy didn't move, instead, he was still watching her face, as if attempting to interpret her true motives.
Silently, she rolled up the cloth material, gently peeling it off of the skin around the bloodied area. At first glance upon the bare wound, she looked up at him, her emerald eyes filled with worry and concern as Sakura muttered, "I don't really have anything with me to be able to help this kind of injury...." She trailed off, her soft voice filled with guilt as she then looked around, an idea popping into her head, "I know! I can help you come to the village! I'd be able to treat your wound, and you could get the rest you need in order to heal...." Sakura cut off her rambling, noting how foolish she might've just seemed, and placed a hand upon his shoulder gently, sensing that he might not wish to go into town, and hastily stammered, "Please? It's just until you get better...."
The boy's head turned slightly, his amber gaze falling upon where her hand lightly touched his bare shoulder.
Slowly, he spoke; his voice was rough and his words were blunt and unpracticed to the native language: "Syaoran."
Sakura blinked in confusion, until it dawned upon her that he'd confided his name in her, and she suddenly clasped one of his calloused hands with her own two hands, gently but jovially, and exclaimed.
"It's very nice to meet you, Syaoran!"