Janemon Rain. One Mixed Up Story.

(I DO NOT OWN Digimon, Wolf's Rain or Jane Eyre.) (I DO OWN my OC's: Cho, Ongaku, Kitsune and Okami.)

Chapter 9 Four New Travellers.

My name is Cho. I live with my friends Ongaku, Kitsune and Okami. We are wolves. Around humans we disguise ourselves; we look just like a small group of teenagers.

In human form I look like a girl with long, brown, black hair, wearing a heavy, brown trench coat, glasses, old, black shoes and have brown eyes full of unshed tears.

Kitsune looks like a girl with ginger hair, glasses, wearing a dark green hoodie and a pair of jeans, with white runners and she has bright, green eyes full of life.

Ongaku appears as a boy with brown hair, wearing a brown, velvet suit with a white tie with black music notes on it around his neck, grey shoes and deep piercing brown eyes.

Okami is seen as a boy with short, black hair, wearing a blue hoodie and jeans with yellow shoes and hopeful blue eyes.

We grew up in Cerban a small little town with rows of houses, a few shops, a library and a forest at the edge of the town. We lived in a cottage with a thatched roof, a kitchen, sitting room and a large bedroom which the whole pack shared at the edge of the forest.

We were happy, young pups playing and exploring in the woods having a wonderful life with our pack. Then one day…it happened. Kitsune, Ongaku, Okami and I were racing each other around the house. Suddenly, our parents told us to go to the woods and hide until they came back for us. We were young and thought it was a game. Our parents said they loved us and we ran off to the forest.

We crawled into a bush and hid, waiting for our parents to come. We waited and we waited. It began to get cold. Where were our parents? 'Let's go back home' I said. 'Yeah, I'm worried' said Okami. Kitsune and Ongaku crept quietly out of the bush and sniffed the air. 'I smell blood!' cried Ongaku. We all began running towards the cottage.

What we saw will haunt us till the very end. The air was filled with an eerie silence. The cottage door was ripped off its hinges. We called for our loved ones. 'Mom! Dad! Charlie! Lupus!' I shouted. The others also called out for their parents and relatives.

Hearing nothing we stepped inside. There all around us were the dead bodies of our family. Seeing the body of a black and grey wolf I ran over and knelt beside her. 'Mom…..Mom! Mom wake up. Please….. You can't die…..you can't.' Tears were coursing down my face. I turned and lying beside her in a pool of blood was my dad a strong russet coloured wolf. I moved beside him and felt my knees go sticky and wet with his blood. I buried my head in his fur as my body was wracked with sobs.

In the distance I heard Kitsune scream and start weeping her orange hair drenched in the blood of her family. Just as faintly I heard Okami crying quietly as he begged the bodies to get up. I also heard the shrill heart breaking howl of Ongaku. I felt his pain, we all did and Kitsune, then Okami and I joined the song of sorrow, pain, hatred and lost innocence.