Clx : Yeah ! Another chapter !

Amx : Should we rate it M yet ?

Clx : Why, nothing M-rated has happened yet.

Amx : I know, but there will be eventually.

Clx : True… But nope, not yet ! :D


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It should be funny… or maybe it's just because I'm tired… Hmm… Cute maybe. Interesting I hope ! But really suspicious… MWAHAHA ! *cough cough* Lol xD

(Sorry for not thanking you reviewers for the last chapter… I forgot… T_T)


"We're here. You can let me go now, kid."

Toboe was actually clinging to Tsume as if his life depended on it. And the worst part was that in a sad way, it kind of did. The silver-haired man held his promise. They had arrived at the school in twenty minutes. The only way to explain that was because Tsume drove really, really… really fast. That and they took the smallest alleys imaginable, ones that you had to sharply turn at 90 degrees to keep going. At one point during the death ride, Toboe's stomach churned, but he kept his stomach acid down.

Riding on Tsume's motorcycle was scarier than the worst rollercoaster ever built. That was the second time he'd feared for his life—the feeling was obviously not as extreme as the previous night, but it scared him shitless none the less—in the last 24 hours… He was going to develop psychological problems. Consulting someone for help came into mind to prevent that, but he barely had enough money to live on, let alone pay a shrink.

Toboe's eyes slowly trembled open, meeting the many gazes of the students surrounding him. Not a single one of them was not giving him an odd or curious look. He hated being watched. It always made him feel like he was on display. Subconsciously, his arms tightened around Tsume's waist and a bright blush appeared across his cheeks as the latter chuckled. Although no one but him knew about it thanks to the helmet.

He threw his legs in a most graceful manner, landing on the paved driveway. Just as he was about to hand Tsume the helmet, the bell rang… that annoying constant high-pitched ringing that scratched at his eardrums. Every. Single.—insert cuss here—Time. Speaking of time, Toboe looked at his watch and jumped back as he saw the numbers the two little golden arrows pointed at. "Aw, man! That was the last one!" he shouted as he turned around. "Thanks for the ride—"

Tsume's warm hand grabbed his arm. "What's the rush?"

Toboe blinked a few times then wondered if Tsume was dropped on his head at birth or something. He was about to answer when the man interrupted him.

"I know that was the last bell. What I meant is that I'll go with you to explain to your teacher why you're late."

"He won't listen to you, or anyone else actually," he groaned. "He thinks that he's the only one that can ever be right, no matter the topic of conversation."

We'll see about that… "Worst case, if he doesn't listen—which he will—I'll beat some sense into him." As he said that last sentence he cracked his knuckles.

Toboe laughed, nodding for him to follow. As he'd expected, more heads turned their way as they walked through the many halls of the school. Why did they have to make it so big? He tried to ignored them for the most part, but it was hard to when he could hear the annoying buzzing sounds of whispers. And even worse, the feeling of eyes scanning him for multiple reasons. Such as because he was not in his regular clothes—it was obvious to even the dullest of bulbs that they belonged to the man walking beside him at one point—and the fact that a very handsome man that was not a teacher or a student was accompanying him to class.

With a sigh, Toboe raised his hand to knock on his classroom's door, but turne towards Tsume first. "Um, can I ask you for one more favor?" This peeked the others' interrest. Toboe could have sworn thata few inched closer.

"Shoot." Tsume realized his mistake when the boy flinched at his bad choice of words. "Sorry."

"It's okay. I'm just… still sensitive about it I guess." Again, more students crept their way. "Anyway, I was wondering if you stop by my appartement to pick up some stuff for me?"

"I guess," he sighed.

The brunette smiled at him. "Thanks, Tsume, for everything." People started to whisper as they heard that last phrase. God people have perverted minds these days, Tsume thought. "Here's my key," Toboe announced as he handed it out to him. "My flat number is 507."

"Alright, do you want my number in case you need another favor?" he mocked. Toboe could not help but smile and roll his eyes at that as he took his cell out. "514-666-5683"

"514-666-5683…" he repeated to himself, mentally chuckling at the irony of the choice of numbers. "Got it! Now say cheese!"

"Why would I—" His voice was interrupted by a faint click. When the boy turned his cell around to show him the screen, he saw a picture of himself. He groaned internally. Great, juuust great…

"I need my English books and my novel. It's… something moon. And there's a red and white flower on the front page and the rest is al black I think. They should be on my bed. But if not, look for my red sketching booklet, they should be close to it. Oh! And I'll need that too. It might be hard to find them, 'cause my appartement is a bit of a mess."

"I'm sure I'll be able to find it. I'm good at finding the right things." He winked at Toboe and a faint blush crept up to his cheeks that were already a little rosy. "When do you need them for?"

"This afternoon. I'll wait for you by the front gates at quarter to one."

Tsume nodded as Toboe decided that it was time for him to confront Satan, raising his shaking hand to the door, but not knocking. The man noticed this. "Kid, are you alright?" No answer. "Toboe?"

The boy jumped at his name. Something about the way Tsume's voice sounded when he said it was… wow. His blush deepened at his thoughts. "Y-Yes, Tsume?"

"He's that bad, huh?"

"No, it's just that… yeah, he scares me like you wouldn't imagine. I don't know what it is about him, but… It feels like he's sucking out my very soul just by setting his black eyes on me. And when he speaks… God, there's just no human words for it…"

"That bad?" Toboe nodded. "Well then I'l just have to scare him more than he's scared you."

"Good luck with that," he laughed nervously. "I know you can be pretty intimidating… Well, I don't technically know, but from what I've heard people at the club say, you are. But I don't know if—"

"Toboe, that's a promise." His voice resonated once more as he uttered the boy's name, sending shiver down the latter's spine. He smiled. "I'll manage something, don't worry. Just because he's a teacher does not give him the right to scare his students so much."

Toboe could not believe it. His face was going to become a tomato if Tsume did not stop talking like that for crying out loud! Their eyes locked, but Toboe broke the chain that kept them together almost instantly as his cheeks felt almost too warm to bear. "Th-Thanks, Tsume."

Said man smiled as he knocked on the door, because the boy clearly did not intend to. A student's head popped into view as a small crack allowed them to see a little into the classroom. He girl opened it all the as she saw who it was. Tsume could have sworn that she whispered him good luck. That only made him more determined to make the horrible man crack.

He felt strange, a little. His actions were too… kind. I mean, he wasn't the most awful person in this city—let alone the whole planet—but he was not usually this considerate. There was just something about the boy that made him want to protect him. At first, he thought that it was because of the horrible dream he'd seen—if you could even call it that—but he thought so otherwise when he said the boy's name. Another thing he did not know was why he liked saying it so much. There had to be a deeper, more profound reason to explain it.

Shoving his thoughts aside to be dealt with later, he saw the man standing behind a large wooden desk and his eyes slightly opened. A permanent frown, as present as ever, was enhanced by his square glasses. He looked just as sour as ever, Tsume noted. A large grin made its way across his lips. He wished for it to only be internally, but he could not help it. He knew this man, but the man did not know him, and those facts were only going to make easier for Tsume.

Toboe gulped before he walked up to his teacher. He was going to explain everything as best as he could, but he was immediately cut off by an acidic voice.

"Who's that?" he snarled, glaring at the smirking stranger leaning the doorway of his classroom.

"Th-That's Tsume, M-Mister Rog-gers."

A chuckle came from the door. "Don't let him push you around like that, kid," Tsume interrupted, his tone as serious as the boy had ever heard.

Toboe frowned a little at the man that was now walking towards him, completely forgetting his teacher and the rest of his classmates. His eardrums cried as the girls squealed at the sight of him. And probably even more his smooth voice. "My name's not kid. It's Toboe."

"Pa-ta-to, pah-tah-to," *1* he shrugged, his hands in their rightful places in his pockets. His eyes then set upon the man in front of him. "Mr. Rogers, eh? So that's what they call you here. Don't you think that sounds a little old for a man in his twenties?"The teacher looked utterly offended that he'd waltzed right into his classroom, without any permission whatsoever. But he did not care in the least. And even more that he had no idea what Tsume was talking about.

"Do you mind?" he spat.

"About what? That you just gave me a shower and that you're a complete ass? Yeah, kind of."

Toboe quicly raised his hand to his mouth to hide his laughter. Although the other students made no effort to do so. No one ever dared to insult that specific teacher if they valued their life, so this was not something you got to see everyday. With one venemous glare from Mr. Rogers, they were silenced them. Tsume's smirk widened at the man's reaction to his insult.

"Get out of my—"

"Look," Tsume interrupted… again. "The way you discipline your students has nothing to do with me, but punishing them for no reason does. Especially if it's this kid."

"Toboe," the boy corrected him again, earning him a deep chuckle that made him shiver in delight.

"I don't know much about this kid, Toboe," he rectfied himself before the boy could say anything. "I only met him yesterday because his life was in danger and I saved him. Horrible things were going to happen if I hadn't interfered so I drove him to my place. I knew he had school today—it was kind of obvious because there's no way he was going to have a day off in the middle of the week—but I let him sleep in for as long as he needed. Because an event like that is exhausting for anyone. Sometimes, even to those who are used to it like me. And though we were an hour away from the school, I managed to get him here in twenty minutes like I promised so that he would not be too late for your precious class." Those words earned him a noxious glare that did not affect him in the least, he even chuckled. If only he knew who I was… "After all I've said, if he receives any kind of punishement for being a few minutes late, I will make a complaint to your boss."

Every single mouth in the room—except for Tsume's and Mr. Rogers of course—hung so wide open that they threatened to dislocate from their joint. As for the eyes, let's just say that they were bigger than frying pans. Toboe was outright shocked that Tsume was actually able to tell off Mr. Rogers.

"You can't do that," the teacher finally said.

"Do what?"

"Complain to my boss."

"Oh. Yes. I. Can. She's a very good friend of mine."

Toboe noticed that his teacher's eyes slightly widened. But it was almost unnoticeable for anyone without keen eyeight like himself.

"The principal is a man."

"Yes, I'm aware of that," he grinned evilly, "But that's no the boss I meant."

This time, Mr. Rogers eyes did completely widen, his glasses sliding off his nose. How does this man know about… Tsume leaned to his ear.

"Tell me, is the fact that you're so rough and tough as a teacher supposed to compensate for the fact that you're extremely whipped and submissive to her?" he whispered, his smile almost audible in his tone.

If possible, Mr. Rogers frown deepened. If he was an animal, he would bear his fangs at this precise moment and rip the man's throat out. He tried to look severe, but Toboe could see in his eyes that he was terrified by whatever Tsume had just told him. "Who are you?"

"Hn, you'll find out soon enough." He stood back up straight, staring the man in the eye. "That enough to convince you, Mr. Rogers?"

The latter fought back the urge to punch the man square in the face. But he knew it would be a terrible mistake if the man really knew about that and her. He sighed, desperately trying to keep his cool. And it annoyed him that the man noticed the faint shake his voice had as he spoke. "I suppose. Sit down, Toboe. I'll let it pass this time—"

"Just this time?" Tsume smiled.

Mr. Rogers groaned and the man took it as a very reluctant no.

Toboe was amazed to say the least. This day was full of surprises and he'd not even been up for a whole hour yet! He sat in his respectful seat cheerfully as the tanned man waved him goodbye with a smile of his own.


Tsume was lucky. The thug had not been at the club or anywhere around it, which was understandable for anyone with a brain because of all the police officers. 'Bout time the feds smartened up. But he passed unnoticed quite easily using the back alleys. But they're still not smart enough.

Toboe's appartement was quite organized compared to what he'd been told. It was something he did not expect for a teenage boy. Then again, Toboe did a lot of things that he did not predict he would. His eyes spotted a little silver box sitting on the bedside table, ornated with a variety of precious gems. So that's it, huh?

Like theboy said, his books were on his bed, at least his English ones were. He quickly spotted the something-moon novel sitting on top of the red drawing tablet. His legs carried his muscular body to the table and the title caught his eyes.

"New Moon," he read aloud. Something about the title caught his attention even though he was not one to read much. The flower on the cover only peeked his interrest some more. He picked it up, flipping through the pages and instantly stopped when he saw a word highlighted in yellow. "Werewolf?" His fingers turned to the next page, and the next and the ones after that. Every single word that was highlighted was werewolf or werewolves. He pondered on the reason… Maybe it was related to the dream?

He shoved yet another thought aside as he distractely picked the sketch tablet up, dropping it intantly as he received a faint jolt from the metal binding. His body froze at the drawings in them: two wolves; a small brown one and a larger grew one with a scar on its chest. The exact same ones from the dream, nightmare, vision or whatever it was he saw the night before. He gazed at the following page and the ones that came after as he did with the novel. It was always the same thing. Always the same two wolves. Each sketch sent a wave of déjà-vu and nostalgia throughout every fiber of his being.

As the last page came, a small black booklet not bigger than the size of his hand dropped onto the wodden able. He picked it up, reading the first sentence of the elegant script. "Demons of the past can become angels of the futur?*2* What's that supposed to mean?"

Before he could think about it any further, his phone rang and he answered instantly. The only reason people called him was for important means.

"Tsume."

"Hello, Claw."

"Oh, hey Dawn."

"Have you been able to get into his appartement yet?"

"Yeah, I'm in it as we speak. He gave me the key himself."

"Heh, what a stupid kid."

Tsume frowned. "Don't underestimate him. He's smarter than he seems."

"Whatever. You seen it yet?"

"Yeah."

"Did you take it?"

"No, you moron. I told you I'd only take it after a few weeks or he'll know it was me." He has enough trust issues as it is.

"I would not expect anything less from you, Claw. You sure it's the right one? There's known to be many replicas."

"Of course I'm sure. I can tell fakes from the real thing."

"What about the delivery?"

"Same date and time as planned, Dawn. You know I don't like making changes once I've made up my mind."

"Yes, I know. Well, see you then I guess."

"Alright." Tsume hung up first, groaning as he felt a headache coming along. Why do I always get the dirty jobs?


*1* It's an expression I use quite often. It means : Same thing, same difference. More specifically, Tsume's saying that kid and Toboe are synonyms.

*2* Another thing I like to say often. This proverb can be employed in many different way, but the meaning I give to it is: Demons of the past (as in bad, even horrible experiences) can become angels of the futur (can give you enough wisdom to make sure you do not commit the same actions again, or use them to help others get through their rough times). :)


Amx : Mysterious much ?

Clx : Well, that was sort of the point.

Amx : I wonder what Tsume's up to.

Clx : And who is this Dawn person ?

Amx : They'll find out soon enough.

Clx : I guess… Anyway~, this was supposed to be longer, but I think it's about time I go to bed.

Amx : Yeah, especialy since we have an oral presentation to do tomorrow in french class about a stupid play.

Clx : Ugh, don't remind me.


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