Disclaimer- Again, I don't own Wolf's Rain. Lupus is MY character, you hear? Not like you can take her as your own...I based her off of my....uhhh..........special personality, tomboyish antics included. Thanks to all the reviewers out there, you've helped me change my mind from vaporizing humanity from the earth (even though we are screwed)! AND IF YOU DARE PUT A LOAD OF BULLSHIT ON THE REVIEWS THING YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD. I appreciate criticism...well....sorta. Just put what you think on the reviews. And be honest. (see the similarities between me and Lupus?) GAWD THOSE REVIEWS MAKE ME FEEL ALL WARM AND FUZZY INSIDE!!! (well, I am wearing a lot of fleece, but you get the stupid idea). Y'know, this is incredibly random, but a Fruits Basket x Wolf's Rain crossover would be really screwy....just the thought of the wolves and Cheza meeting Ayame cracks me up....WHEN I GO ONTO PONTLESS RANTS LIKE THIS PLEASE IGNORE ME (if you want to read/listen, that's an entirely different story...) Dammit. I'm babbling once again...JUST GET ON WITH READING THE FIC. Sorry for any inconvineince. Wait. I sound preppy right now....kills self. I'm okay...I think....

Chap. II

I couldn't believe it. Honestly, I really couldn't. I mean, I was going actually see some wolf other than myself, for the first time in, what, a year?

Wait. Did I really give a shit about how long that was? I'M GONNA BE MEETING A BUNCH OF WOLVES, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!! I couldn't think of anything else. After banging my head against the wall...hard wall, I might add, a couple hundred times to make sure it wasn't a dream, as well as going into my little 'spastic happiness spazzes' a few thousand times, a new howl joined in. A pretty deep one, too...this guy must be overweight. Let's see...are you a sexy babe....WHOA, WHOA, WHOA! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THIS GUY'S PERVERTED MIND THINKING? My response was more of a growl than howl (hey, it rhymes! I noticed that about five hours after I wrote it. Boy, do I feel pitiful right now...). The fat guy's response....something along the lines of "Hey, I was just asking. You don't have to give me a death threat!"

Yeah, right. The last thing I wanted was a relationship with a fat pervert. Ah, hell with it. He was a wolf, right? So what did it matter? It just felt...I...well, I've got no clue whatsoever how to describe it. I bet that one day I'm going to look back on this and die laughing. Yeah, that's it. I'll die laughing. Never thought of that death before. I mean, I thought of stuff varying from some psycho humanoid computer strangling me to death with wires (this is from Chobits, to those of you who have been deprived of REAL entertainment. And to those of you confused by my talkative ways, that computer-strangle death idea came from Chobits.) to some midget guy with aerodynamic black hair burning me to a crisp (Yu Yu Hakusho! No, I am NOT, I repeat, NOT a Hiei-obsessed fangirl. And if anyone dares to call me a fangirl I may change my mind about not wiping out humanity.), but never laughing to death.

I really scare myself of how random I get sometimes. Then again, radomness is just really hyperactivity and giddiness mixed together.

Giddiness mixed with hyperactivity is a good feeling; I had an easy time realizing that in my present state. I'm serious. I mean, it's one of my rare moods where I don't get pissed every five minutes. Then again, when she(the dead friend, read chap.I if you're confused) was alive, I barely ever got pissed....GOD DAMMIT LUPUS! QUIT LIVING IN THE PAST! What's over is over. End of story. (no, not the end of this story! Note the text below?)

The other wolf- the one who howled first- howled again, breaking my little conversation with myself. He really seemed to like his howl, which I just noticed was pretty high compared to the fat one's. Probably still a pup or runt or something. But if he was a pup, his lungs must've been mutated or something. I swear, you'd think he had lungs bigger than his body with that loud howl of his. He certainly seemed proud of it, though, as he kept on howling. Again. And again. And again. And again...something told me that this guy liked to howl. Normally, I would've been pretty pissed and kicked the crap out of the guy, but this wasn't normal. Come to think of it, this was the first time I ever did anything with a guy wolf. Always wondered what they're like. I remember this time when she (the dead friend) said that I was just like one, minus the obvious differences (do I have to go into details here?)...aggressive, trash-talking...dammit. I'm doing it again. The past is done, finished, no longer existent. It's not coming back. Wolves don't come back to life. Only in freaky horror novels or some fantasy do they come back, and usually as some brain-dead zombies. It's kinda creepy when you think about it, actually...

Wait....the little guy's 'saying' something that isn't useless babble. Something about them...four guys and some flower maiden or something...I know that, dumbass. I howled my thoughts back to him. After some strange noise that seemed as if it was saying something like, "Hey, don't call me that!" he responded back something I didn't know- their names...Hige, Tsume, Kiba, Toboe, and Cheza. My interest, for some reason, was suddenly piqued- what the hell was a flower maiden? I opened my jaws to ask, and what happens but the sound of an explosion and the stench of blood erupts from not too far away.

"Wh-what the hell's going on here?!?" I yelled. Another explosion, way too close for comfort this time. Left with no other choice than death, I abandoned the building I knew as home for pretty much all my life. Bolting through alleys, following pure instinct on where to go, explosions after explosions riddled the city, barely drowning out a steady clang that seemed to slowly advance towards me.

What looked like a bunch of knights in armor marched in unison, forming a moving, powerful force. But I wasn't going to let those things keep me from getting out of here. A low growl formed in my throat.

I sailed through the air, landing on one of the knight things. Its spear-like weapon I snapped in two, leaving it no chance to stab it at me. My jaws clamped onto the knight's metal helmet, leaving me suspended in the air.

A spear whizzed through the air and skewered the knight I had clamped myself to. I let go of the machine (sparks were flying from where the spear went in), knowing that the spear was meant to puncture my flesh. I was entirely surrounded by the mechanical knights. Staring each and every one of those things down, my look told them, "You want a wolf shish kebab? You're going to have survive the wolf, first. And that's not going to happen." But these were machines; machines knew no emotion, no fear. They merely advanced towards me, spears raised and at the ready. Feh. Real intimidating. I sprang on another knight thingy again before any of those lumps of metal could do anything. Grabbing its spear, this time making sure not to break it, I drove the weapon through a line of those knights before dodging a volley of swift attacks from those that I didn't stab. After breaking a knight into little metallic bits, my hind legs fueled my powerful spring, soaring above them. Once again running where instinct lead, the knights followed me relentlessly, like they found their prey and weren't letting go of it. Were...these things out to get me? I twisted and swerved around, testing my idea. They still pursued me without losing any focus. They...were....but why? Why would someone need me dead, of all people/wolves? Whatever their purpose was, it didn't matter. Outrunning these things was going to be near impossible. I had to kill every single one of these things. Not gonna be easy.

But I plowed into the force nonetheless. Dodging, grabbing spears, and making mechanical knight shish kebabs was keeping me alive, but strength in numbers really is a true statement. After all, machines have no knowledge of pain or fear- a perfect fighting tool. Just make a few thousand of them, and when any are destroyed, just make a new one. In other words, their numbers were limitless. But my energy was not. I slowly grew sluggish, though I managed to kill at least a hundred of those things, and no wounds had been inflicted on me, aside from the bullet wound from earlier.

It didn't surprise me when a spear plunged into my leg, but that, of course, had no effect on the amount of pain it delivered.

"D-damn everything to hell..." I wheezed. The spear was still embedded in my body. Blood spurted everywhere, barely showing up on my inky black fur. One of the reasons I liked being a black wolf - blood doesn't show on your fur. And most of the time, it wasn't my blood. Regardless, I felt my energy draining as the blood emptied itself from my body. But what confused me was that some other scents were overpowering the stench of my blood. Kinda like....flowers.

I swear I heard a snarl as my consciousness and energy slipped away.

A lot longer than Chap. I. Hopefully I didn't go overboard with anything...R&R, thanks. Just a reminder, Lupus is the narrator of this story, and is a character I created. She's not in Wolf's Rain. And to those of you a bit confused out there, I didn't do much of a description of Lupus at all. So far, all I've written is that her wolf form has black fur (if you read the entire fic you'd have just read that), she's a complete tomboy, and that she wears green sweats in her human form.

And for those of you who posted my first reviews, THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! You know who you are, and I can't thank you enough. I really, never, honestly expected such good reviews....thanks to all the readers, too. Writing these would be pointless like most of the stuff I do without you. Seasa, kaguragirl14....thanks for being the first to read my first fanfic (and putting up with me in real life). And you'd better check out their fics- kaguragirl14's hilarious fruits basket ones (including the diary of Ayame Sohma) and Seasa's...erm....original Harry Potter and Artemis Fowl fics.