Hey, yea, this is a story that I came up with when I was reading my little one-shot about Kiba. Set after the events in the series about what was going to end up happening after the wolves gain new lives.
Yeah, I don't own Wolf's Rain or its characters. I do own my OCs. Don't take them.
Lost in Nature
The Beginning
The white wolf stood over the one flower on the ground, growing slowly out of a crack, its petals glinting in the dim alleyway. All the memories of before came to his mind, out of the darkness. He wept lightly on the flower. He suddenly realized someone was staring at him. He looked up, his eyes still brimming with the years of built-up tears.
She was short and young with silver eyes, pale skin, and black hair that fell in soft, waving curls on her shoulders. The coat she wore was shabby and patched, a once rich brown now dulled with use. It was a long coat, stopping at her knees. What was left to look at was the bottom of baggy, dark brown, shabby pants tucked into short, flat, black boots. She wore a soft, comforting smile, her hands tucked into the trench's pockets.
"Hi." She said. Her voice was soft and airy. "I'm Aysu."
He stared at her, suddenly angry for being interrupted by this girl. "Go away." He said sharply.
She looked a bit hurt and her voice dropped to barely more than a whisper. "Oh. I just wanted to know your name…and why you were crying."
"It isn't your business."
She still didn't leave. "But…it smells pretty."
"What do you want?"
"Your…name."
"Kiba."
She smiled shyly, then. "Oh. It's a nice name." She paused and stared at him. "Are…are you the one they talk about? The ravens…talk about a white wolf that made it to paradise. But…it was in vain. It's a sad story, though…I was just wondering…you know." She blushed at her confused and choppy talk.
Kiba blinked, his tears suddenly gone. "I don't remember anything and…everything. How did you know I was a wolf?"
She smiled. "I have to go but be careful because things haven't changed any since the story." She turned and was gone out of the alley.
He turned out the opposite end and ran. He ran passed old friends unrecognized. Passed merchants shouting and pedestrians buying and chatting. He passed men in black coats that searched for something. He ran all the way to the gates of the city, his hair blowing, faces appearing in front of him. Some faces were associated with love, others with blood, others with shadows, and others had no association at all. It all scared and confused him greatly.
Once out of the city, he journeyed to where he had stood up, on the snowy hill. He followed his own footprints back to a cave. His existence now was that of trying to remember and survive. He could remember little from this life and the passed one. He remembered only blurred images, aging images, and he was afraid of having lost them in the morning. But, somehow, he knew he wouldn't. Perhaps it really was a beginning. Of what, he wasn't sure.
Yeah, oober short. Next chappy will be longer. And I will accept ideas if ya want to suggest some.
