Disclaimer: I don't own Wolf's Rain.
Warnings: Shounen-Ai, YAOI, Violence.
A/N: Hi to everybody! The summer is coming to an end:( and instead of updating I was captured by laziness. I've rewatched Wolf's Rain twice and fell in love with wolves again. He-he, I'm having evil plans of writing a fic with Tsume/Kiba pairing. Anyway, back to the fourth chapter...
Thanks to everybody who reviewed:
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Raina Frost: I used the idea that people being under big emotional stress close up to the outside world. Toboe lost his family, lost his last hope to stay with Tsume and his nervous system shut him in order for the boy not to hurt himself more. The precondition of his 'returning' can be anything beginning with his own sensations and outside irritants. Thanks for review:)
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Chapter IV
He thought it was a dream - the one he wanted to come true. But then he could see himself standing in the hall of Tsume's flat waiting the man to come back - and that was the verge when his powers left him. He needed Tsume right now! Or, he would surely, die. So when he saw the man turning towards him, he moved without thinking - wrapped his arms around Tsume's waist and pressed his body to the man.
To tell the truth he hadn't any intentions of kissing. More likely it was an instinct that came over him. But that was the instinct he didn't regret about - for Tsume answered his kiss. And the world swept away.
He felt himself being pressed to the wall, hands caressing his back under the shirt, lips kissing the corner of his mouth. He was so damn happy he thought he would die from the feeling. But then Tsume let go of him.
Toboe couldn't trust his knees to stand, so he slipped down the wall. At the opposite wall stood Tsume, Toboe could hear his heavy breathing.
- Go… to sleep… kid. - heard Toboe and followed Tsume who went to the bathroom with his eyes.
IIII
Oh, God… He couldn't have done it… Those lips, that body…
Tsume opened the cold water and nearly jumped under the cold-burning spurts. It wasn't like he didn't feel such desire before… But to the boy he hardly ever knew… That was something quite out of the ordinary.
Thakfully cold water washed his seductive thoughts away. Tsume wrapped himself in as many clothes as he could and slightly opened the door to see if the boy was still there. He wasn't.
Not trusting his grit the man decided to go for a walk. In order to calm himself down. Moving like a spy in his own flat Tsume ran out into the street.
Walking along the road with his hands in pockets Tsume suddenly felt like he was again seventeen with so much things on his mind.
IIII
- Why am I to do it? - asked the young man, hand with a dagger obviously trembling.
- He is the one who made you hurt. Don't you want him to suffer? - his master leaned on a wall, black eyes watching the two without any emotion.
- But… but he is unconscious…
- Oh, he would surely wake up after you hurt him… - the man grinned.
- But I'm not… a killer. Can we… just… take him to the police? - hope shined in the gold eyes.
His master sighed.
- What will they do? Do you really think that they'll believe you? That this man raped you two years ago?
The young man frowned. Suddenly his sensei grabbed him by shoulders and started shaking him violently.
- Stop being a fool! Kill him! Get your revenge! Kill or he will hurt someone else!
The man released his seito and placed his palms on the young man's cheeks:
- It's time for you to decide. Are you with us or no.
For the first time in his life resting his head on the man's shoulder the young man started crying. And when his tears ended the dagger easily found its way to the heart of the lying man.
Sensei just nodded:
- Welcome, Tsume the Claw.
IIII
Tsume shrugged the memories off and answered the phone call.
- What is it?
- Sir, this is Den. I think we have some problems, sir.
Problems... wasn't a right thing to talk about right now. The new weight to the long list of things on his mind.
- What sort of problems?
- Not on the phone, sir.
Tsume moaned inwardly.
- Alright. Tomorrow at six as usually.
- Yes, sir.
The man scowled at his mobile feeling grateful for himself being out, for he wanted to yell somebody's head off.
IIII
Toboe didn't really remember how he managed to reach the bed. But he fell on it and hid his face in the snowwhite pillows. Not only he was shocked by his own behaviour but also was captured by such feelings, both emotional and physical that wouldn't let him go so easily.
He liked Tsume. There was no doubt about it. But to tell the truth he was scared shirtless about the whole situation. Yes, Tsume always meant something more to him then others did. He liked Tsume, looked up ti him and cared about him. But maybe... maybe it was something more than just friendship. Maybe only now he is beginning to realize his true feelings...
But there was a very-very big 'but' that was scaring him. Tsume... Even if he does look like himself...
"Do I really know him? Because... because he isn't the man I liked".
Toboe felt the urge to cry when the only thought drained away all his powers, captured his being and blinded him by its unmercifulness.
"What if..."
IIII
Tsume returned before dawn. Carefully he locked the door and entered his bedroom. The boy was sleeping peacefully on the bed embracing one of the pillows.
Tsume caught himself suddenly wishing to become this pillow. He growled and went to the kitchen feeling that he won't asleep tonight without a drink. He poured himself a glass of wine and sat near the window looking at the rising sun and thinking about his life.
Yes, his love wasn't a paradise. Constant actions, constant danger, lost friends... the list could go on for a very long time. How old was he? Twenty five...
His life was ahead of him. Tsume wondered if the choice he made once was right. But then... what was done once can't be re-done. Second chances are rare to be given.
He noticed the drink didn't help him relax tonight but only pushed him forward to sink into depression. Sometimes his loneliness was unbearable.
Tsume sighed and went into his cabinet. He greeted the sofa with a little sad smile:
- Well, it seems to me we'll have to put up with each others presence for a little while longer.
Covering himself with a blanket Tsume closed his eyes.
"I wonder why the hell I took that boy in. And what does that damn strange feeling of 'I can't let him on his own' mean? Gods, the only thing I know is his name".
Tsume yawned.
"Tomorrow I'll ask him... about everything".
IIII
"... What if I... I'll realize that I... love him and he won't remember anything about us. Will I... Can I... love the man who is not... my Tsume?"
TBC
A/N: Gods, I'm a sucker for suspension points:P -cries- Say goodbye to both Tsume and Toboe for at least two chapters. And please review:)