Disclaimer: I don't own Wolf's Rain.

Warnings: Shounen-Ai, YAOI, Violence.

A/N: Hello again to everybody! Sorry for not updating soon, I'm a lazy bunch:P Many big thanks to those who reviewed:Rider, BrOkEnWiNgZ, dragon lover ryushi, Jjinks and Youkai-girl23. It's deep night and I'm almost sleeping. Sorry, if the chapter turned out boring…

Chapter 7

Tsume cursed himself, Kurt, the boy, the God and the fate, while running around his flat and collecting everything he might need. Stambling, jumping from one corner to the opposite, he tried to gain thoughts, change clothes and at the same time work out some kind of a plan. There were three main problems, which demanded immediate solution. The first was Kurt, who had to be saved by all means. The second was his new secret enemy. The third was the goddamn boy. And there lay the main difficulty, which bothered him much. Tsume couldn't leave Toboe alone in the flat. The possibility of him being killed was pretty high.

Despite all of these problems, Tsume felt himself excited. The usual fervor burned within his blood, the feeling of an upcoming battle - incomparable with any other feeling. It wasn't fury or rage, it wasn't revenge, leading many people to their fall. It was something hidden, something deep within him. Something that even he understimated, not to mention his enemies or rivals.

Tsume rushed in the kitchen and emptied the cup of coffee in one gulp, not paying attention that the drink was hot. He grabbed Toboe's shoulder and pushed the boy in the direction of the exit. Toboe, still wrapped in the towel, resisted as he could.

- I have a spare set of clothes in the car. You'll dress there.

Toboe noticed the edge of the table and grabbed hold of it, not understanding Tsume's hurry. The man furiously scowled, and growling, threw Toboe over his shoulder, then jumped out of the flat, not bothering to close the front door. Toboe's face was a sweet combination of red, white and green: red, because his ass was freezing in the open air; white, because people in the street stared at them in shock; green, because he was hanging with his head down.

Tsume threw him on the backseat, started up the car and sped it up beyond limits in a minute. Toboe only sighed and searched for the promised clothes. He barely managed to put on a T-shirt, which, by the way, was much bigger than of his size, when Tsume had been forced to brake. The man growled and leant out of the side window, cursing out loud every car, taking part in a traffic jam in front of them. Then, he leant back on the seat, gritting teeth. He almost hit Toboe, when the boy asked him a question, but stopped himself, struck by the sight of innocence, occupying the backseat of his car. Toboe put on a T-shirt, which had seductively exposed one of the pale shoulders.

- Tsume?

- What? - he snapped, averting eyes.

- Mmm… I think, these jeans are going to fall when I stand up.

Tsume sceptically observed Toboe's legs (the boy blushed) and took off his own belt, whatching how Toboe, panting, tried to put it on. Tsume inwardly moaned.

Kurt was somewhere there, beyond the darn jam, probably dead already, and he was sitting in a car with a boy he hardly knew. Tsume still wondered, why he had ever taken him in. Nothing bound them, unlike he had been bound by fate with Kurt.

In truth… Tsume owed him his life.

IIII

It was one of the easiest deals he had ever planned. He was as ready as he could have ever been. All things were considered, all guys knew their places, everything was thought over three weeks ahead. But, again, life showed its other side, and no mercy was there.

It was such a roundup, Tsume doubted he would ever forget. Later, the traitor had had to suffer for several weeks before he got the blissful and desirable death. But, back then, Tsume could only stare, lying on the ground with a bullet in his leg and bleeding heavily, how his guys were falling one after the other, screaming and agonizing.

Then, suddenly, strong hands appeared from nowhere and dragged him aside - under the safe darkness of a side street. He remembered he, himself, resisted and tried to crawl to where police had been prevailing, but the same hands caught and stopped him. The pale palm covered his mouth, not letting him shout.

- Stay silent. They won't notice us.

- I don't care! - he hissed.

- Then, I'm sorry…

When Tsume regained consciousness, he found himself lying in a bed, under the annoying look of a boy with dreamy blue eyes and black unruly hair.

- Why did you help me?

- Now you owe me?

Tsume scowled at the boy's smirk and mocking intonations. He had to admit, that the boy was not a boy, but a young man.

- My name is Kurt. How are you feeling?

So that was how they had met. Kurt didn't ask any questions… or, to be precise, didn't demand any answers. Tsume barely said more than thirty words, while being under the young man's care. But some time later, when the situation after the roundup became more or less stable, Tsume found himself buying a bottle of vodka and heading to Kurt's apartment.

The young man met him with a raised eyebrow and got a "why-the-hell-I-am-still-standing-in-the-doorway" look in response. They spent a good night that day. Neither spoke, but the silence was comforting.

The tradition was set and Tsume, every now and then, would find himself in the Kurt's company, both staring in the window from dusk till dawn.

IIII

Toboe caught Tsume by the black sleeve of the man's sweater with a high collar.

- Tsume, what is going on?

- Stay here and be as silent as a mouse.

- Tsume…

In a blink of an eye, Tsume was gone, leaving Toboe alone in the car, parked in the shadows of a side street. Toboe curled on the backseat, the strange feeling of danger capturing him. He almost smelled it. And, suddenly, he heard voices.

- What the hell? - exclaimed one of the two men, approaching the car - Five minutes ago the place was clear.

The second man smirked.

- Our boss is brilliant, isn't he? Even such a small operation, like killing a former colleague, doesn't go without patroling. But let us look inside, may be, there is nothing…

Toboe closed his mouth with a hand, so as not to scream, but knowing that there wasn't a place to hide. In the next moment he felt himself being dragged out of the car and pinned against the brick wall of a house.

- Well, well, well… Just look what we have got here. A pretty little boy…

The wave of dizziness covered Toboe, he trembled.

- Afraid, aren't we? - one of the men put his hand under Toboe's T-shirt, touching boy's chest.

It seemed, there was no oxygen in the world.

- Let me… go… - uttered Toboe in a hoarse voice, gasping for breath. He couldn't understand what was happenning.

- And if I do exactly the opposite?

The man's face was so near…

Toboe screamed, unable to bear the pain throughout his body. He rushed forward, clawing the man, then the other, feeling blood on his face, trickling down his neck. Toboe fell, all the powers left him.

He was slowly sinking… sinking… and sinking…

tbc