Mission Wild Adapter

Wild: Hi everybody! I'm wildkatz, also called wild, kat, or kitty. I've been a member on fanfiction for at least a year or two, but I'm finally getting back into writing. So I thought it'd write a story for one of my favorite mangas.

Sekiya: Just hurry it up! We've got work to do outside of the office and you're holding us up.

Wild: *frowns and looks away* Anyway, the story picks up where the last chapter left off with Kabuto and Tokito escaping from the yukaza. Please note that Wild Adapter belongs strictly to Kazuya Minekura. Please review once done reading!

Italics = thoughts

I

Kabuto and Tokito sat on the bench in the city park, soaking wet and shivering from the cold. They had managed to escape from Sanada's goons, including the new youth group leader, Osamu.

Kabuto was smoking his last cigarette, blowing out streams of smoke into the cold night air. He looked down at Tokito's wet, sleeping face. The boy was exhausted and still bleeding from his wounds, and had fallen asleep once they reached a safe place.

They had taken refuge in a desolate city park, long ago abandoned. Tokito remembered it as the playground Shouta had found him in once when Tokito ran away from Kabuto for the first time. Everything had remained the same, nothing moved or touched.

Kabuto smiled at Tokito's peaceful face, gently stroking his hair. Tokito shifted in his sleep, curling closer to his Kubo-chan. Kabuto held back a soft laugh at how cute his companion/ roommate looked. Tokito had acted childish and brash since the moment he finally accepted Kubota. He was spoiled and stubborn, eager and curious like the stray cat he had been labeled as.

You did well, Tokito, Kubota thought, continuing to stroke Tokito's hair lightly while he looked up at the stars. The yukaza were becoming more and more involved in the search for W.A. Their numbers were increasing and the searches becoming more apparent. Sanada and Sekiya were going head to head in search of the mysterious drug and its whereabouts.

And now Tokito was getting caught up in the mess, being dragged along by Kubota and his past. Kubota let out another breath of smoke, watching it float up into the black night, disappearing. He had never really told Tokito of his past, and he didn't really want to.

But slowly, he was beginning to see that it was becoming inevitable that his secrets would be revealed. Tokito was getting caught more often; he was being connected to Kubota, and that put him at great risk.

I'll need to hide him…probably get a new apartment…that'll take quite a bit of money, Kubota thought, taking his cigarette from his mouth to tap it lightly, watching the spent ashes fall to the ground, swept away by the wind. He watched them with distant eyes. He looked again at Tokito then his uncovered hand.

The fur had begun to inch ever so slightly up his wrist, devouring the skin. Kubota reached out and lightly touched it, stroking his fingers over the soft fur. It felt warm and supple. He traced the claws, feeling the strength and knowing how razor sharp they were. He stilled when Tokito groaned and shifted in his sleep, murmuring something.

"Tokito," Kubota whispered, leaning his head against Tokito, feeling the boy shaking uncontrollably. "Tokito, wake up."

"N-No…please, Akira-san," Tokito's voice was soft and frightened, like a lost child's. His hands clenched tightly as he shook in terror. "Please, stop…no."

"Tokito…wake up," Kubota said softly, leaning his cheek on the top of Tokito's heads and slipped his hand between his, feeling how tightly Tokito was clenching his hands. He didn't flinch even as he knew Tokito could break his hand just as he had broken his wrist almost a year ago.

Tokito's body slowly stopped shaking, and Kubota remained silent.

"Kubo-chan," Tokito's voice said shakily.

"Yeah?"

"I had a nightmare…but I can't remember all of it," Tokito said, holding Kubota's hand less tightly. Kubota noticed it and instead tightened his grip; trying to give a small amount of comfort to the only boy he cared for, the only one who could tame his beast.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Kubota asked throwing the idea to the wind. He hoped Tokito would tell him these things. He wanted Tokito to depend on him, to lean on him and never leave his side.

Tokito was silent and he suspected it meant no. he sighed and said, "You don't have to…we'll need to be going back soon. We'll need to move soon."

"Move?" Tokito asked, looking up at Kubota's face. He nodded.

"The yukaza know where my apartment is. I imagine they've already tracked it down and are staking out right now. So we have to wait a while before he go back…I could give them the slip while you go in and get some of our things then get out through the window," Kubota said, taking a long drawl from his cigarette.

Tokito grunted and continued to lean against Kubota.

"Kubo-chan?"

"Yeah?"

"We can't go back to the way things were before…can we?" he asked softly. Kubota looked down at Tokito's distant face with surprise. He hid it well but patted Tokito's head, his hand lingering on the mass of black hair, petting it with gentle caresses.

"No, we can't…"

Tokito gave no response, instead cuddling back into Kubota's body for heat against the cold. Kubota added clothing to their list of needs. He sighed and stood up, picking a now asleep Tokito into his arms.

"Just sleep…I know a place we can hide for now," Kubota said and started walking through the old, mysterious night towards a certain pawn shop with a creepy quack veterinarian.

I

Sanada sat behind his desk at the bustling headquarters of Izumo. He sighed, signing endless piles of paper while Ark Royal snoozed at his feet beneath the wooden desk. Guards stood at every door and men hurried everywhere.

Repairs to the yukaza were catastrophic, and the men lost to Makoto Kubota's blood bath were insane. He had decimated at least a third of the men, including most of the youth division. Two of his best men had been killed, and Osamu was in a delirious, temperamental state. He had been that way since he arrived on the mainland, holding the body of his practically dead friend in his arms. His heartbeat was faint, and his body mangled.

Thirty-eight dead bodies had been found on board, killing shots to each.

You haven't lost your killing touch, Kubota…and your love for animals hasn't decreased any…how interesting, Sanada thought, smirking while he stared down at the binder of information he had gathered on the boy. Interesting indeed.

"Sir, is something wrong?" one man asked and Sanada looked up, smiling.

"No…in fact, I have a special mission I want you to conduct with the head of the Youth Division," he said, closing the binder and leaning forward. The boy, no more than sixteen or seventeen stood straight at attention.

"Anything, sir," he responded.

Sanada smirked and began telling his new friend the details of the mission.

I

Wild: Well people, this is my starting. I hope it is a good beginning for everyone!

Kubota: *smoking*

Tokito: *playing video games in the room* Please review! *wins the game* Hell yeah!

Wild: *smiles and waves* Bye bye!