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Author's Note: Four reviews is about four more reviews than what I had expected x) Thank you very much for your attention, I hope this fanfic will please you until the end^^
This chapter is a bit weird as well… but then again, maybe I'll stop pointing when chapters are weird here, or you'll soon get bored x)
Quick word to the reviewer:
Zyanya: Ah, yeah, I didn't want to reveal everything right away^^ Answers will come soon, though, but not in this chapter… Except if you're really perceptive *wink*
Starnet: At the very least, it begins on a tragic opening… though I don't think the rest of the fic is going to be much happier x)
bed of nails and sandpaper: Ahah, trouble begins right away, or so it seems x) I'm glad you liked the intro, at any rate^^
lapin bleu sans pattes: Hey! Une connaissance ! Tu as tout à fait le droit de reviewer en français, j'aurais tendance à faire pareil x)
Je n'ai pas complètement abandonné l'idée d'écrire en Français (j'ai un projet sur Saiyuki dont je ne sais pas encore si je l'écrirais en Français ou pas^^') mais c'est vrai qu'en ce moment, j'écris essentiellement en Anglais… Il faut dire que DeviantART, site sur lequel je publie de plus en plus, est très majoritairement anglophone, et c'est quasi impossible d'avoir un peu de visibilité la bas si tu n'écris pas en anglais… Donc à la fin, on prend l'habitude^^' (Quant au cas particulier de « Problèmes d'Ado », entre autres fics, je m'étais lancée la dedans sans savoir ou j'allais, ni ou l'inspiration m'emmènerait… Et partir dans une fic sur un vague délire privé n'aide pas à la mener à bout^^')
En tout les cas, merci pour tes encouragements, ils me font chaud au cœur et me motivent à tâcher de mettre à jour régulièrement (Parce que cette fic-ci sera finie, promis !)
01 Wolves.
"I'm sorry for you mate." Taichi sighed, a comforting hand resting on Yamato's left shoulder. "I know it's a huge blow for the both of you…" he stole a quick Glance at Takeru, who was still crying in Hikari's neck. "But really, did you have to howl this way? I mean uh…"
Yamato shot a blank look at his friend, his eyes still stunningly intense despite their bloodshot state, and Taichi couldn't help gasping a little at the sight. He would never, ever get used to the blonde's gaze. Even Takeru's eyes, despite their bright blue color, couldn't be half as impressing as his brother's.
"When I felt dad was dead…" Yamato closed his eyes, taking a deep, shaky breath. "There was nothing else I could do… he suffered so much…"
"But how… how did you k-know that?" Takeru sobbed, sitting beside his older brother, Hikari's hand still in his. "You said it at the exact same time as mom… You weren't supposed to know it and…"
"I don't think Dad has ever told you about wolves, has he?"
"Onii-san, I'm not asking for a fairytale! I want to know how…"
"Please." Yamato cut in with a very serious tone. "Listen to what I have to say. I promise you will get answers from it."
There was a long, tense silence as Takeru's marine blue eyes affronted his brother's turquoise gaze but, in the end, the younger brother sat with a heavy sigh, tears still falling from his eyes.
"Go ahead." He said. "Tell me about your fairytale."
"This is no fairytale." Yamato answered, and there was no tear in his eyes anymore, no more hesitation in his tone. "This is the history of Wolves, and the origins of men."
Yamato straightened, and even Takeru looked at him in surprised awe at the new feeling emitting from him. Sitting in front of them, he looked more present, more volunteer than he had ever been, to the point of overwhelming even Taichi and Daisuke's naturally leading statures. When Yamato finally resumed his speaking, his voice was deep and steady, sounding somewhat like a storm coming up.
"It has all begun when Zeus and the other Gods grew tired of animals…"
In the beginning, Gods had only created animals, creatures walking on all four, barking and hunting, choosing to remain among themselves for intelligent conversation, and only going down among their creations when they wanted a little action… But there is only so much time before you are tired of seeing the same faces and hearing the same voices every day. And since the Gods were all siblings and/or husbands and wife, they knew each other very well…
As a result, they soon grew tired of being alone in the world.
They wanted to have more intelligent creatures. Creatures that would be able to sing, and think and read. Creatures that would be as civilized the day as they would be wild at night. Creatures whose beauty and mysteries would equal those of storm, and stars. Creatures who, like them, would never be able to forget they were bound by blood and memories.
For millenniums they fought about what shape those creatures should have, for they needed to satisfy all of them. And then, after centuries-long negotiations they, at last, managed to agree on one creature that satisfied them all. Wild and refined, smart and instinctive, powerful and beautiful…
They had just created the Wolf.
Wolves, you see, were the ones supposed to rule over the other animals, that's why they were given two bodies. The first one, four legged and covered in fur was meant for the night, to help them hunt and taste all the delights of the wildlife. The second one, furless, standing on two legs and doted of hands, was meant for the daytime, for them to read and write.
At first, everything went fine. Wolves were loved of the Gods, and loved them in return… Some Gods had a stronger liking for particular kind of wolves. Hephaestus and Apollo loved wolves with red fur, because it reminded them of the sun and fire they both loved. Hades, king of the dead, and Nyx, who rules over night, had a particular liking for black wolves; and finally, Zeus and Athena took a liking for white wolves.
Each of those three kind of wolves were awarded special powers by their protectors: red wolves controlled fire and light, black wolves became necromens, mastering the art of sparing death and disappearing into the shadows of the night. As for white wolves, they were gifted with wisdom, and the Gods' most powerful weapon: lightning.
"I don't see what does that has to do with you and dad!" Takeru interrupted. "You said you would answer my questions, but you're only giving me a fairytale!"
The young man shot up from his seat and began stomping back and forth from one wall to another, under the surprised and confused stares of their friends… how could Yamato think of telling such rubbish in such a moment? Either he had gone nuts, or he hadn't realized that their father was dead yet!
"Are you done?" Yamato asked, and his eyes seemed bluer than usual when they rested on Takeru's. "I know it is difficult for you to understand for now, but you need to hear the whole story before I can tell you anything else."
When Takeru snorted at him, Yamato frowned, and the air suddenly tensed, as if becoming more… electric. Takeru shivered at the word his mind had just provided, and turned his eyes away from his brother's.
"Now sit down, and listen."
And Takeru couldn't help but obeying his brother's new powerful, thunder-like voice.
"As I said, everything went all right… in the beginning."
End of Wolves.
Next Chapter: Forgetting. In which Wolves forget something very important.
