Verish

by Oshean.Kie

Wolf-AU- Tsuna is infatuated by that black-eyed wolf that hangs around in his backyard. He feels as if he knows this wolf beyond what he sees. What will happen to them? Will love blossom in peace, or will the tint of blood be smeared before reaching happiness? WARNING: Rating may go up/ Blood and death in future chapters

1. Chapter 1: Tsuna Prologue

Title: Verish

By: Oshean Kie

Rating: T (May go up)

Pairing: R27 … perhaps more if I come up with some.

A/N Note: Hullo. This is my first fanfiction. I've only been a reader in fanfiction...but I had a small hope of writing. I'm not the best writer, a little below average but practice makes better stuff.

This story is not plotted out, and is pretty much being written on a whim Irregular updates.

Dull writing.

Inspired common plot line.

Much OOC

AU

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Prologue

All I feel is the coldness. A spot of warmth surrounded by wolves.

They picked on me, growled at me, pranced all around in a worrying fashion. Their constant bicker disabled the little heat the sun offered to my fading temperature.

My opaque breath, similar to their own glided across the span of air, before dancing away as quickly as it came.

Musk tickled my nose, wet dog and raw intensity of blood, all so pleasant but terrifying.

Warm tongues melted my skin, nipped my hair and tore my sleeves.

Why doesn't my body want to scream, why not fight back? Why just lay here and let it happen while watching the sky puke it's own shades of pure white to groaning grey.

One wolf poked at me roughly, it's head casting a shadow on my face. It gazed into my face with beady eyes to match his inky black fur. I stared back as the others prodded me here and there, only to be pushed that way and back.

I stared to my heart's content. A pure shade of black, with only a glimmer of something I couldn't put my finger on. Neither of us looked away. This contest made me want to grab out and bury my hands in his ruff, but I was frozen. Paralyzed in this position.

I pondered. What did it feel like- to be warm?

Then, he was gone. Without his presence, the others took this time to come up on me, choking me by leaving me no space.

My heart tripped.

No warmth. That means to sun. Which leads to no light.

I'm dying.

My heart quivered.

I can't remember what the sky looks like.

I was lost in a field of cold, then I was reborn into a world of warmth.

I remember this though: those beady black eyes.

Maybe I'd never see them ever again.