-My True Identity-
Chapter four

By a Midnights Dream

Disclaimer: All characters, items, places and themes mentioned within this story have been created and are licensed by Bones Productions, Kieko Nobumoto, and Toshitsugu Iida. So if you're with SOPA then get off my ass.

The word leaves my lips in a horrified whisper. My amber orbs glance around the room, looking for a way to escape, but I find none. Money or no money: I'm not this type of girl. I don't want to do this—

"As you can see, we have our lovely Miss Hilda returning to us this evening. She's always pleasured to do business with you boys."

As the man speaks Hilda struts over to her golden pole on the left side of the stage. The way she swings her long tan legs is slow, smooth and enticing. She appears so graceful even though all she's doing is walking. As she passes by she winks at some men and even blows one of them a kiss.

Oh no, what am I gonna do? I panic watching Hilda twirling around her pole. The men all anxiously cry out and cheer her on. I can't do that! Oooh that old guy! He made it sound like this was some sort of play for crying out loud! I can't do something like this! What am I gonna do, what am I gonna—

"And to your right is Gypsy and Wag's new edition to our fluffy family."Well, it's now or never. It's not like I can leave now so I might as well grin and bear it. As he talks, I try to walk as slow and as sexy as Hilda did down to my pole. I think the men are oogling at me, but they could just as well be holding back their laughs. It's hard to tell in this lack of light. Over the intercom the man continues. "Brunette, young, supple, innocent: All these words flashed into my mind when I saw her passing me by on the street today. I simply had to share that experience with you gentleman so I begged her to make an appearance. The way she looks at you with those golden amber eyes will leave you completely breathless. Please give a warm welcome to…uh…to…"

Oh yeah. I never did tell him my name, did I? I'm interested to see what name he's going to conjure up for me.

"To miss Caramel Lust!"

I nearly fall over backwards. Caramel Lust? That's the stupidest, cheesiest stripper name I've ever-

The crowd starts going wild letting out excited woops and cat calls. They like it?...Well, whatever floats their boat, I guess.

I suddenly feel very nervous. I don't know what to do, I've never worn clothes this revealing before much less dance on a pole! Desperate, I turn to Hilda, my wide amber eyes practically screaming help me!

She catches my attention and yells over the music. "Don't worry kid. Just go with the music. Look at what the other girls are doing."

Other girls? I glance around the rest of the club and see that there are other girls on similar stages. Similarly they are all wearing furry ears and tails. There is a decent amount of men clinging around their stages, but mine and Hilda's is by far the most popular. I guess she wasn't lying when she said she'd been here for ten years.

Oh god I think to myself again. I can't do this. But I have to do this. I'm already in waist deep. The crowd calls out excitedly as I wrap my pale fingers around the pole. The music fades quiet for a moment and I take advantage of it and try to play innocent as the man said earlier. Raising my brows and clinging to my pole I let my wolf ears droop. "Please be gentle with me, guys." I whine and god I feel like such a whore. "I'm new at this."

The men really seem to like this and instantly brandish five and one dollar bills for me. Wow, could it really be that easy?

"You got it, Kid. I'm tellin you," I hear Hilda shout beside me. "You were made for this."

I feel a little bit of confidence flush through me. If all it took was that little line to get their money out…maybe there's hope for me yet. I want to try something. I stretch out my legs as I round my pole and strut over to the edge of the stage. Looking down on all of the heads of the men below me, I feel like I am their beautiful over lord and they are my subjugates. It's a very empowering feeling.

I lean back against my pole and arch my back against it, flexing my tight belly and accenting my supple breasts. Finally this earns me some fives, ones, and someone even threw a ten! Alright, now we're talking.

I glance over and see Hilda getting closer with the audience. She is on her knees and is allowing the men to stick money into the bottom half of her bikini…Oh this is so wrong. This isn't who I am at all. But do I chicken out and stay in my comfort zone or do I make myself uncomfortable and make this whole embarrassing shenanigan worthwhile? I huff out a sigh and lower myself on to my knees. My amber eyes scan the audience till I find the best looking customer of them all. He must have the most money. With a seductive smile, I beckon him with a long pale finger.

The man looks shocked, and quickly looks around himself to see that there is no one better looking around. He points to himself, raises his eyebrows and mouths 'me'?

I slowly nod my head and proceed to run my fingers up and down my body until he arrives. This earns me a few more fives. I can't believe I'm about to do this, god I don't want to, someone stop me. I reach down and grab the man by his tie and swiftly pull him forward. I brush my fangs against the shell of his ear and whisper. "I really like tips, Mister."

The man looks as if his heart has ceased beating and he goes slack with a blissful look on his face. I can't be sure, but I think I've just made a new fan.

All of a sudden a chill settles on me. I don't know why, but I feel like someone is watching me…and I don't mean in the same way the customers are staring at me. I look up near the door—I don't know why I do—and my blood runs cold. There standing in the front entrance, with an outraged scowl on his face, is Tsume.

I feel a wave of unmentionable dread wash over me.

Oh god, oh no. Oh Jesus, not here! My amber eyes round in panic.

That's it. I'm done for. He's going to skin and eat me alive!

"What's the mattah, shweetheart?" A man says below me, no doubt in concern to my horrified face. But I can't bring myself to look away from him.

Tsume's gritted scowl flattens into a tight line and I visibly see him inhale a deep breath. Oh god, he is pissed. He reaches into one of his pockets and produces his pair of midnight shades. He puts them on and begins stomping right towards the crowd.

Now my fight or flight instinct kicks in. Every nerve in my body is screaming to run away. This man is a predator. He wants to hurt you. Run as far away from him as you can. But I hold my ground. It makes my nerves feel like they're on fire. I can hear my heart pounding in my ears.

"Hey!"

I jump with a yelp and turn to see Hilda glaring at me.

"What's your problem? Get up and dance!"

I turn my gaze back to the crowd but I've lost him. He must be in the crowd somewhere and I can't find him. God I don't know which one is worse: Watching that blood curdling face of his as he advances slowly towards me or not knowing where he is but knowing only that he's hunting me down.

My heart is still racing as I stand to my feet. Well, I better make this work for as long as I can. Seeing as how this will be the last night of my life…With this in mind, I no longer feel like I have boundaries. If I'm going to get killed by Tsume anyways why not go all out?

I strut back to my pole. I go around it so that my back is facing the crowd. I squat down, arch my back out so that the underside of my sex is pressing against the pole and slowly stand up; my soft bikini padded folds hugging the pole slightly as I rise. This makes the guys go wild and they brandish fives and tens alike, holding it over their heads. I lower myself at the edge of the stage and tug down slightly on the elastic to my bikini bottom, exposing just the very top roots of my dark brown hair down there…but that's all it takes. The men stuff bill after bill under my elastic. Just as I thought, my rich customer from earlier stuffs two twentys down there.

For a moment, I completely forget about Tsume. My brain is on some sort of high by doing all these things that I wouldn't normally do in a million years.

Then I find him. He's in the crowd, but he's not storming through it to tear me off the stage like I expected him to. He's just…watching me. The thought makes me self conscious. Very self conscious. I don't want Tsume to watch me do these things. 'But you'll let strange men you don't know watch you do these things?' the other half of my mind reasons. Touché.

He thinks he can intimidate me? Well he's right. But I can show him that two can play at that game. I make sure our eyes are connected before I let my mouth twitch into a smirk, letting one of my fangs pop out. I close my eyes and let my hand travel up my flat belly to the clasp holding my top together in the front. Somehow, I effortlessly manage to unsnap it with one hand.

Tsume's mouth pops open.

Ha! Take that Tsume. I can't believe it: For once I've made Tsume completely speechless.

My top still hangs over my breasts, but it's the very idea that my top is undone that sets the crowd wild. I guess they are anticipating things are going to get wild now. I moan and run my fingers down the valley between my mounds and arch my back to show the crowd the undersides of my breasts.

"Yeah, that's what I like to see!" I hear a customer whoop near my side. An instant later a loud smack comes from my bottom and I yelp at the sharp pain that follows. One of them has just spanked me. I don't know why but that smack is like a bucket of cold water, snapping me out of my deranged tirade. What am I doing? How on earth did I get here? I start to panic. I think I've come in too far. I don't want to be here…I wanna go home.

All of a sudden Tsume's scent is really close. I couldn't smell it before over all the cologne but now it's easy to tell exactly where he is. I look down and he's standing right behind the man who's just slapped me.

Oh god no.

Tsume aptly reaches up and politely taps the man on his shoulder. Irritated, the man turns around and growls "Whazzit?"

A moment later Tsume's fist connects hard with the side of the man's face. The crowd inches away from the spectacle, and now me and Hilda are no longer the main show.

"Aaaagh!" The man cries in pain clutching his face. "You son of a bi-"

Tsume knocks him one again but before he can topple over he socks a really hard blow to his gut, all the while maintaining a deadly calm expression on his face.

"Hey!" Hilda cries out, probably upset that he's interrupting her show. "What's yer problem, buddy!" She turns her gaze towards me and asks. "Do you know this guy or something?" But I'm so dumbfounded I can't even speak.

"Yeah, why don't you get lost pal!" A few other customers growl and Tsume roughly shoves them back. His lip curls over one of his fangs in a snarl.

"I'm not your pal."

All of the men in his area surround Tsume and start jeering at him. The music stops playing and the illusion of the strip club is shattered. The mic makes horrible screeching noises as the middle aged man fumbles to bring it to his lips. "N-now hey! Let's not fight in the bar, gentlemen!" but his cries fall on deaf ears. If anything the fight only gets worse.

That's it, I can't stay here. Gripping my top together I spin around on my heel and run as fast as I can to the door behind the stage that leads to the dressing room.

In an adrenaline induced furry I race into the costume room and grab my normal clothes off the rack. Without thinking I pull on my pants, I tear off the veil from my hips in irritation as it gets in the way of my zipper. I don't even have enough time to put my boots on before Hilda slams open the backstage door. Out of everything that's happened tonight he looks the most shocked to see that I'm scrambling to put my clothes back on over my costume.

"Where are you going?" She cries.

"I'm sorry Hilda I-I just can't do this anymore." I sob and before she can stop me I open the door out on to the street and book it into the welcoming darkness.

I'm barefoot and topless on the streets of some foreign city. God, how did it ever get to be like this? I shrug my shirt on over my shoulders and press my head against the cold bricks of a building. You know, I don't think I ever would have done any of this stuff if I hadn't left Freeze City. I morbidly think to myself.

"Hey, baby." calls a voice behind me. I whirl around clutching my shirt close and know even before I see him that it isn't Tsume. He smells a little like him though and looks roughed up. Could be one of the guys Tsume fought with? But underneaththat faint trace of Tsume is an unmistakable scent…he's a male wolf. I must not have noticed it in all of the smells in the club.

"What do you want." I demand trying to steady my shaking voice. Oh jeeze, not good. I'm in a dark alley way, half naked with a honry-hungry male wolf eyeing me. Crap.

"What do you think I want, sweetheart?" He says inching closer towards me, leering at me with hungry eyes. "C'mon: you and me—we'd make a great pair."

I take a step back and my back bumps into the unforgiving brick of the building. Jesus, I think. Am I doomed to constantly be trapped by men like this?

"No way." I say glaring at him. "I won't do it!"

"Well too bad, chicky." He growls looming over me.

Despite myself I start to tremble.

"Matin' isn't about what you want. You find each other, fuck, and then move on. That's how it is and how it's always been…but ya know." He reaches up and strokes my chin and I feel every inch of my skin crawl. "Depending on how good ya are I might just decide to keep ya."

What's wrong with you! My mind is screaming at me. Bite his frigging finger off! Run away! But I can't I'm so scared, I can't move.

"Hey asshole." I hear a voice growl at the mouth of the alley, momentarily stopping my attacker's advance.

No…it can't be…why?

Tsume stands at the end of the alley. He's standing directly under a street light, making him appear more sinister and darker than usual. Through the dark shadows that cling to him his golden eyes cut through the shadows, glowing with fury. "Get your paws off my girl. I won't say it again."

Whoa, what?

"Oh yeah?" The stranger growls. "Who the hell'er you? And just what the hell are you gonna do about it?"

I see a flash of steel grey and a moment later the mass of Tsume's wolf form collides with the brown one of the stranger. I scramble backwards against the building, trying to stay out of the way but I'm already flushed against it.

Loud snarling and growling sounds echo down the alley making the fight sound really loud. I cover my eyes and sob. I can't watch. If Tsume were to get hurt because of me…I…I

I hear one of them yowl in pain and I have to look. Tsume is standing over the brown wolf with his muzzle rolled over his gleaming fangs and his ears are flat against his head. His steel grey fur is standing on end, making him look gruesomely intimidating. The brown wolf scrambles to his feet and begins to retreat backwards.

"This is my female." Tsume snarls with a snap and the other wolf bolts away whimpering.

"Whatever man! She's all yours woohoo hoo hoo!"

I can't help it. The other guy's sissy wailing noises elicit a giggle out of me.

Now in human form Tsume turns to me with that same awful scowl on his face he had the moment I saw him standing in the door way of the club. Immediately my giggling ceases.

"Just what the hell is so funny about any of this?" He yells, making me shrink down. "Do you have any idea the torment you put me through when you disappeared like that!" He continues, his voice rising.

I feel my cheeks sting from his rebuke and I can no longer look him in the eye. How could I think to try and defy Tsume like that? He was just worried about me."Gee I…I'm sorry Tsume."

"You're damn right you're sorry! Didn't I tell you to stay close to me, Toboe? And then when I go out looking for you where do I find you? At a god damn STRIP CLUB!" He snarls and slams his fist hard against the side of the brick building.

"Well you don't have to yell at me Tsume!" I scream and feel tears spill down my cheeks. God damn it, I hate it when this happens. I'm not sad, I'm really pissed off. But immediately I see Tsume's face soften with shock.

"Toboe…" his voice is surprisingly soft.

I furiously wipe the tears from my cheeks away. "And since when am I your girl?"

Something about his demeanor has changed. Even though he calmly walks up to me with his hands in his pockets, I don't feel scared of him. His face is open and there is no trace of his usual irritated expression. "Are you saying that you wouldn't like to be?"

Uuuuh…what? What did he just ask me? "Uhhm…well I…"All of a sudden it's like my brain is blank and I'm not angry anymore.

He looks down at me and makes a face. "I hate this makeup on you." He says and I gasp as he runs that thumb over my lips again and wipes away my lip stick.

Oh god.

"You know, I saved your hide tonight: twice as a matter of fact."

I blink my amber eyes up at him. "…And?"

He smirks. "And, don't you think I deserve a little payback?"

Whoa just what does that mean? "I…I guess so-"

The moment the words are out of my mouth his lips are over mine. The sound of a gasp gets lost inside his mouth. The warm feeling of his lips molding over mine: it makes that hot aching feeling happen inside me again and I'm completely lost. I moan and close my eyes, clinging on to his strong arms for dear life.

His tongue traces along my full lower lip and he growls. I feel his warm hands run up the sides of my curves slowly and it makes me gasp again. I want him to feel higher. I want him to—

"Mnnnn…"

His hand reaches up squeezes one of my breasts. "Aaah Tsume…" I say breathlessly.

This makes something inside of him snap. All of a sudden he his gripping me under my legs and he lifts me off the ground. He presses me against the wall and holds me in place with his hips. I feel his hard erection pressing against the inside of my thigh.

Oh my.

He attacks my lips and I can do nothing but wrap my legs around him and whimper. If the throbbing coming from between his legs is anything to go by I think he really enjoys it when I do that. Pulling away from my mouth he does something very wolf-like and licks near the corners of my mouth submissively.

Well butter my ass and call me a biscuit: Tsume just did something submissive—To me!

He pulls away and stares into my amber orbs with such a carnal, animalistic hunger I'm suddenly afraid of what he might do: Afraid and excited.

"We should stop."He says, bringing the iron hammer down on my fragile hopes and dreams.

No we don't. My fuzzy brain pleads, but my mouth can't form the words. We don't have to stop.

He puts me down and runs his fingers through his short hair, fixing it I guess. I must look like a catch: Smeared whore makeup, wrinkled red shirt hanging open, baggy pants sagging around my waist, hair tousled from our hot alley make out session.

"I know this is going to be hard to believe but dark alley sex isn't my kind of scene…" He reaches up and I feel that same electric spark ignite under my skin as he caresses my face. "Sorry but...I'm just not that kind of guy, Toboe." His hand falls back to his side and he starts heading to the mouth of the alley, his hands stuffed in his pockets. "Wipe that crap off your face and get dressed. I'll stand in front of the alley so no one comes down here."

I stare after him completely dumbfounded for the millionth time this evening. 'Not that kind of guy'? Sorry, but I was kind of under the impression that he was. Or maybe…I simply wanted him to be at that moment. I don't know how he manages to do it. It seems like just when I think I know Tsume, he does something like this that completely throws me for a loop. My brow is furrowed in puzzlement and for a moment I am motionless as a single question wracks my brain:

Just what kind of guy are you, Tsume?

Hedo again! So what'dya think? You guys likey? I know this one is a bit longer than the rest but originally this and the previous chapter was all supposed to be one chapter! Yikes that would have been long! But in the end I think it worked out. I have to say I don't have any idea what to write about for chap five. If you guys want you can pm me a request and I'll write it. I'll be sure to give you credit. Or you can leave a request in a comment if you don't have an account.

Thanks for the help guys, your comments were the only thing that kept me going. Well…that and my current fascination with Wolf's Rain—but mostly your comments!

And now an excerpt from my crazy-ass dreams.

On 9/23/11 I had a dream that I went to a school with a whole bunch of dinosaurs for teachers. They seemed like those phony costume dinosaurs you see in kid shows or something. Anyway, I didn't do my homework so my English teacher (who was a brontosaurus) started whipping me through the air and said that he would eat me if I didn't do my homework next time but I was like "bitch, you're an herbivore". Then my dream changed and I was standing outside on the playground in a batman costume. For some reason my body had changed into a man as well…weird. So then this guy comes up to me and was like "Hey, my son's been having a pretty bad day and I was just wondering if you could go over there and say a few words to him because you're his favorite super hero." And I was like sure, I'll do that. But as I approach this guy's kid he doesn't get any bigger…if anything he just get smaller. By the time I make it over there the kids on the size of an action figure. So I pick him up so we can talk at eye level and he melts in my hand! And then the guys behind me and was like "Oh yeah. I forgot to tell you. My son is made of ice-cream."

And then I woke up to an ordinary day.

R.I.P Ice-cream kid.