A/N: Hello, fellow avid readers and authors! Just a few things before you can get started reading our story. First, this is a crossover between the anime Wolf's Rain and the book The Sight by David Clement-Davies (though I (Syri) took the liberty of adding some Dark Knight stuff to it as well). We just put it under Wolf's Rain because you guys review more, and plus it does seem to have more to do with Wolf's Rain than anything else. Let's see . . . other little tidbits of info that might make your reading experience better . . . the character names in our story that are NON-CANON do tend to have a little hidden meaning if you read them backwards . . . so far, all of the odd numbered chapters have been written by Estrella Tallinfoot, and the even numbered chapters have been written by me (Syrialla), though that might change as we get farther along in the plot . . . um . . . I believe that is it for now! Please read and review!!

Disclaimer: We do not own ANY part of this story except for the non-canon characters, and the plot! That is like, IT!

This story was purely made for the enjoyment of you guys, and just because we were bored and tend to do strange little group projects when we are bored. :P

Syri & Strelli

Tiger's Fury & Lion's Heart

Paradise Strike

By

Syrialla and Estrella

Chapter 1

It was paradise . . . yet nothing like it. Beautiful, vibrant flowers dotted the rolling landscape, their lovely smell refreshing the rich earth. An endless sea of tall, fresh green grass, waiting to be rolled in, was perfect for hiding, making it all the more enjoyable. A small lake lay in the middle of it all, edged with the color of golden sand, gradually deepening into a dark cobalt blue, and finally turning black in the very center, with all shades of the rainbow in between. It was paradise.

But at the exact same time, it was not. There was no food, nothing to chase; even though one didn't need food anyway. There was no fun to be had, no thrill of the kind that sends adrenaline rushing and heart pumping until one achieves their goal, successful at last. And every memory was lost to the blank folds of time. Slowly, ever so slowly (though it could have been a few minutes; nobody really knows), the mind would start to ebb away, like the evening tide returning to sea as the sky turned to dawn. And once one had forgotten completely, there was no going back. One became a prisoner in this paradise, this divine paradise, where everything was perfect, is perfect, and always would be perfect – past, present, future – but yet wrong. This place was often used as a punishment for the banished and exiled, even though some could not find their way and had meandered here on their own. No creature should have to live in this . . . paradise.

But Eneres did. The beautiful silver she-wolf lay at the foot of the gorgeous pool, hating herself for what she had done what seemed like an eternity ago. Cheza, she would think to herself. My Cheza. Forgive me. She remembered what she had done like a branding; always sharp, always painful in her memories. And she always would remember – it was a sentence; a horrible, horrible sentence for her crime.

With eyes like golden-green pools, she snarled at her shimmering reflection in the pool, jumped up and dashed away, only to run on forever in the field of lush green grass, where there was no wind to carry her along like the wings of an eagle.

"Where are you going, Eneres?" came a soft, sweet voice behind her. Eneres stopped dead, the snarl still menacingly playing around her lips. She slowly turned around to face the girl, but then again, not a girl. She was a caracal, with pointed, tufted ears, a half-tail, and catlike features. It made Eneres's stomach churn with hatred and disgust.

"Where can I go?" Eneres snarled back. The girl/caracal gazed at the wolf. The girl giggled (much to Eneres' annoyance) and ran off, pulling the wolf's instincts to playfully chase after her. It had been fun at first, to dart after the swift cat, to hide behind a rock and mischievously pounce at her, laughing until their stomachs were sore. But now it was a displeasure to romp after the nuisance endlessly, going from no place and getting nowhere. It was eternal, and by far the worst punishment for what she had done, or rather, not done. Eneres slowly padded after the caracal, trying to have as much fun as possible, but that chance was not very likely.

Eneres trudged on; trying to pull a veil of happiness over her eyes, for it was almost like another punishment in itself to make the girl/caracal unhappy, or even a tad bit frustrated or discontented.

"Coming, Myu," she smiled forcefully, now almost dragging her paws.

Myu giggled once again, and began to leap around, eager for Eneres to jump after her. "Come on, silly. I'm not going to wait forever."

"But I'll have to," mumbled Eneres under her breath.

Much to her annoyance, once again Myu giggled, and leaped off through the lush ocean of grass.

Cheza, oh my Cheza, how could I have betrayed you so? thought Eneres. Anything would be better than this, even if I had to endure the pain I bore so long ago.

Eneres's patience was always tested these days, and it was always close to its breaking point. Myu's personality was often too much for Eneres to handle now, and when something frustrated Eneres so much, she howled. As she howled now. The mournful cry swept across the field, calling for someone that wouldn't answer. It was beautiful but blood-chilling at the same time. It rose and fell, and when it was gone, Eneres collapsed to the ground, inhaled deeply, and slept, as if trying to dream the torturous world away from her, but knowing it would all be there when she woke up – always and forevermore. Unless . . .