Disclaimer- I don't own Wolf's Rain, Lupus and Viatora are my original characters, all that crap. Actually, Lupus and Viatora are Latin words- 'lupus' means 'wolf', and I messed around a bit with 'viatores', which means 'travelers'. I would go into details, but I'll confuse people...

Chap. IV

Lupus...

Not now...

Wake up, Lupus...

Uh-uh. Not happening...

Luuuuupuuuuusss...

Shut it or I'll do it for you....

Do you want crappy hot dogs or REAL meat?

Okay, okay, I'm getting u-HOLD IT. That was...that was Viatora's voice!

DINGDINGDING! Can't forget about preppy old me, can you?

Wh-what the fuck was going on? Was I hallucinating something? A-am I dead? Is this an illusion from all that bleeding? I mean, it's never good when you hear voices in your head...

No, it's not an illusion. Want me to prove it?

No, dammit. I don't.

You're Lupus, a 14-year-old black wolf, a discerning characteristic of yours being your mismatched eyes. One mud brown, the other light green, kinda like that sweater I always wanted...

Whoa, whoa, whoa. For one, how the fuck did you know all this stuff about me? Second, how in the hell'd you know that there was this shitty sweater that Viatora always longed for and pissed me off with?

Because I am Viatora, silly! Continuing with my description, you could be described as sassy...

Shut it for a minute. Viatora's dead. You can't be her. And besides, NOBODY, I repeat, NOBODY...

Calls you sassy. Yes, I know. And who else would know...

...but Viator..a...OH MY FUCKING GOD! IT'S REALLY YOU, VIATORA!!!

Yup! Took you long enough.

But...how?

Knew you'd ask that. Okay...I got taken to the Realm of the Dead after I died, but the rulers of both heaven and hell refused to accept me. Normally, if that happened, the rejected person would just disappear, but I didn't.

Why? I mean, I don't want you to disappear...

Because of you, Lupus. You're the oddball from everyone.

And how am I that?

Because history didn't predict you would come.

Say WHAT?

How to say...well, there's a scroll with its own mind in the Realm of the Dead. It foretells every single event to come, what happens, when it happens, how it happens. It's the history and future of everything. But you were the exception. It, for some reason, didn't predict anything concerning you.

So you're saying that I wasn't supposed to exist...

Well, pretty much, yeah.

My mind went totally blank. I mean, I wasn't supposed to exist? I could just imagine a little sign over my head, flashing in bright neon lights, "Brain Overload."

I kinda expected you to be at a loss for words.

Hell, yeah. What the fuck are you expecting when someone's just been told that they weren't supposed to exist?

You haven't changed at all, Lupus! Still trash-talkie and smart-aleck as ever...

Hey, you know I prefer smartass! Y'know...it's beginning to feel like old times, where someone would listen, respond...I really missed you, Vi (Viatora's nickname). I still do. Why can't you just come back to life?

That's where it goes back to the history scroll. You're the first thing it ever missed, and I'm the only being that knows more than just a little bit about you.

No kidding?

Uh-uh. But that's the source of your power, Lupus.

Eh?

Lupus, depending on what you do or what happens to you, the future's going to change. By a lot. What I sent you before you last woke up...I was trying to tell you what I just said. Now, I'm like your guide. Give you advice, comfort you, give you information...the stuff we did when I was still alive.

So...it'll be like when you were alive, except that it's all in my head. Literally.

Sort of. It's a lot more complicated than that. See, I've got to develop my supernatural powers before I can do much. Right now, all I can do is talk to you and give you images, but only on full moons, where both your power and my power are at their height. Eventually, though, I'll gain enough power and become something like a ghost.

But...I can finally talk to you again...just like before...

I know! I'm really happy about it too!

You still sound preppy, you know. And you do know that it really pisses me off.

Like I said, you haven't changed a bit! But you need to be a little more concerned about both your leg and your rescuers. They look and seem trustworthy to me, and you really need to look into the flower maiden. That's all I can tell you for now.

Wait...that means...

I've got to go. I can only chat with you so much...

No! Don't go, Vi!

I have to. It's my power's restriction right now...I'll talk to you again on the full moon. That's not too far away...

Fine. Go. I need something to complain about besides my damn leg, anyways.

I heard Vi laughing as her voice faded away.

Wow. That was one hell of a conversation. If that really happened...all that was true. Vi was honest, never told any lies...doubt she'd start now.

It really felt plain screwy trying to comprehend everything Vi told me. I wasn't supposed to exist...that I controlled the future...that'd I'd be able to contact her again.

Like I said, really screwy.

Thank you reviewers, thank you readers, thank you ! If you'd be so kind as to review, I'd be more than happy to wait to unleash a fucking nuke on the world. Everything....must......DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Except for my reviewers)