Hi! Umm... This is my first ever story. It is written after the last ever Toboe/Tsume sighting in the series. In the last episode, when Kiba is walking along and you see all the characters. Anyway, this is a Toboe/Tsume pairing. This means yaoi. This is boy/boy sexual relations. Rated M for later chapters. Well, I hope you enjoy!
I heard the soft mewling before I had even seen the small feline in the soaking cardboard box. I looked down, and then looked surprised as my eyes fell upon a rather pitiful (and rather wet) white kitten, who was looking up at me with large blue eyes. I smiled as I squatted down, hitching my light green umbrella between my shoulder and neck as I carefully scooped up the small kitten into my arms, smiling down at it. A car zoomed past – making my back get showered with a spray of water. Startled, I whipped round, and then blushed as I realized it had only been a car and I had felt the puddle it went through. I gently cradled the kitten in my arms as I stood up, starting to walk off with the kitten nuzzled into my chest.
A lot of people mistook me for a girl, because of my long hair and large eyes. In fact, there were many things that make me more-feminine than usual. For one thing, I love pink. Yes, pink. I find it an absolutely gorgeous color, and wear it all the time. Like now for instance. A light pink pageboy cap is balanced on my head, shading some of the stinging rain from my eyes. I sighed a little to myself as I started to walk down the pavement, looking at the floor a little. Figures passed me every now and then, but I hardly saw them. That is what was wrong with my life.
I had, about a year or so ago, woken up from a coma. I had apparently been in it for a few years, but I couldn't remember a single thing about my life, really. Nothing that made sense at least. All I could remember was the odd snatches of memories, a few different names that danced around my head and something about wolves, and beautiful flowers. It frustrated me more and more each day that I didn't remember a single thing, and the few snatches of memories I had left were slipping away through my fingers like sand. I could kill myself sometimes.
The main problem was, that I felt so... Different from everyone else, Y-know? As if I was in a totally different world to them, and they were just ghosts of the past, unreal and untouchable. Like little fragments of my imagination that played through my mind. So far I had only seen two or three people, everyday guys and girls that I saw on the street, who felt like they were in the different world with me. And then, just before I was close to unlocking the door to my memories, they disappeared again. Off to work. Off home. Off in a car... Or maybe just gone. Lost, in the swarm of ghosts I saw every day.
I sighed once more as I started to walk to the fish shop. Maybe I could get it something to eat... That was when I saw it. Gasping a little, I spun around. Sure enough, there it was. Another person who had slipped into the world. He was dressed in a blue waterproof hoodie, munching happily on a large bag of greasy golden chips, pressing them into his mouth one after the other. He sighed contentedly a little, and then suddenly paused, halfway through eating a chip. He was staring right at me, his mouth hanging open. Then I watched his lips as he mouthed my name. Toboe.