Thank you again for all who reviewed, i got to write quickly because snow has blocked all the roads here, and so I don't have school nor school work to do.
And thanks to snow I wrote this chapter faster, anyway thank you again and hope you enjoy my story:)
On with it!
Kakashi was devastated, why was she uncomfortable with him; is it really like she said that he looks so much like the wolf? Though he got to spend time with her with his original form but he can't talk to her, and can't get closer than they already are; so he's been trying to find a way to make her comfortable, but until now there was none.
The day they met, the day she met him in his human form, was unexpected to him; and when she met with him again but with his wolf form, he secretly hoped she'd realize who he really was. She was so close on realizing, but Kakashi had to act as if he didn't understand so he and Takashi can stay in the village, and away from the things they ran from.
He laid on the floor of Takashi's house, staring at the ceiling, Kakashi let out a breath and wondered if he would be able to see his old village again; they ran from it since they were young, he and Takashi and some other boys that day ran away together from the war; some returned and some adapted on living normally with humans. Takashi and Kakashi were from the ones who lived among humans, because they didn't hate them that much; unlike some others. It wasn't hard for them to adapt, people were good to Kakashi when he was alone, they helped him when he had no home and gave him food.
But that village knew of his true self; that's why they begged him not to hurt them, when it appeared that he won't they sent him away with conditions; that he will not attack him, and that they will not follow and kill him. So that was the last time he was living a normal life with humans, after that day he started to search for a pack, or some of his old friends that ran away with him, and when he did he wished to go back in time.
Kakashi's thought were interrupted when the door opened, he turned his head and stared at Takashi who looked back with a raised eyebrow.
"What are you doing on the floor?" Takashi asked
"Thinking" Kakashi shrugged placing his hands under his head
"That's new" Takashi chuckled "What are you thinking of?"
Kakashi rolled his eyes then said "I don't know what exactly, many things are happening now"
Takashi frowned, moving to sit on the chair "What happened?"
"What didn't happen" Kakashi mumbled, lifting himself up to a seated position "Akio died, our village doesn't exist anymore, Akihito is becoming dangerous, Hiroshi is missing, and-"
"I never thought you can think this much" Takashi said trying to ease the tension, making Kakashi smiling
"Don't worry," Takashi then said "We'll find Hiroshi, and he can figure out what to do with Akihiko"
"Do you think that Hiroshi would want to meet us after what happened?" Kakashi said with a smirk
Takashi grinned "He can't keep hiding from us"
Hiroshi fell asleep later than usual that night, knowing that Momoko was there. His mind kept swirling around many thoughts and questions; why did she accept, will she bring someone, and was someone out there waiting for him to sleep.
Hiroshi had a habit of always thinking of things too much, screwing everything in the end, he has been trying to fix his habit for a while, but sometimes thoughts just crash into his mind and sit there.
That night he slept only when he heard her soft breathing, and because of his worries he woke up earlier than her; though he trusted her and knew she wouldn't do something to him, he still followed his gut feeling; he followed it ever since he was young. But this time his gut feeling was slightly wrong, when he woke up she wasn't awake and no men came here; he stood up and quietly walked over to the bed. His red eyes focused on her, she was sleeping soundlessly, unconscious to the life around her and relaxed; a thought of the last time he slept like this crossed his mind, but he shoved it away.
She was beautiful, the sun rays were casted on her soft skin, lightening her cheeks with soft pink blush, her lips were parted and her hair was in a messy braid.
Hiroshi huffed and looked away, why was he staring at her; she's just a normal person. So why was he mesmerized; perhaps because he just woke up from and he was still not seeing things well yet. He grumbled and sat at the window sill frowning, he hated when he feels restless about something. A soft gush of wind came by making Hiroshi grimace; he needs a bath, it's been a long time since he was able to take a proper bath without worrying if someone would come up on him.
A soft humming from his side caught his attention, he turned and stared at Momoko while she stretched under the covers; obviously have forgotten that she wasn't in her own room, he watched her with his soft expression hidden behind his frown.
She yawned and sat up, blinking twice before her pink eyes scanned the room; her expression became a frown then turned into shock. Momoko turned at him with wide eyes.
"What happened?" she asked
"You slept here" he said quietly
Her mouth formed an 'oh' and she nodded, Momoko stayed silent for a while until it all returned to her memory. Hiroshi stared at her wondering how can a girl, not any girl but a petite one, stay out all night at man's house without worrying; even if she knew him, men have sick minds sometimes. He released a breath through his nose and allowed his eyes to stare at her; she was so weirdly beautiful, though he was against it he can't deny this fact.
After a while from meeting her, Hiroshi noticed that she became prettier day after day, and when he noticed that he began trying to leave the hut, but couldn't; he was waiting for her to come, that was that made him return every day, and he hated it. Hiroshi noticed that because when she slept here, he wasn't wondering around the house but sat quietly waiting for her to wake up.
Momoko looked up at him with a smile "Why are you frowning on such a beautiful morning?"
He didn't spare her a glance "This is not what I call a beautiful morning"
She hummed "Then what do you call it?"
"Just a normal day"
She pouted "Hiroshi"
He blinked, surprised to hear his name, and turned to her "What?"
"If you need anything you can tell me okay?"
He thought for a second, should he take this chance.
"I need a place to get cleaned"
Kaoru sighed as she sat in the kitchen with her mother waiting for dinner to be served, while her younger brother played outside with his friends. Kaoru, to be honest, envied him; her younger brother, because he was still young and had no worries about his mother nagging on him because of a girl she saw him with, unlike Kaoru.
Ever since her mother saw her returning home with him and his jacket on, she didn't stop nagging, and practically squeal about them being a couple. Kaoru, being Kaoru, couldn't tell her mom that it was nothing; afraid to upset her, so she tried to avoid the subject as much as she could.
"We need a man in this house you know" her mother once said
Kaoru knew that her mother sometime joked about it, but it was different that other boys she once played ball with; maybe because she's now older.
"Can you perhaps tell Takashi over?" her mother said with a bright smile "He asked of me to tell him whenever I make this meal"
Kaoru practically held herself from falling off the chair, "Yes mother" she said hiding the surprise
Why was fate against her?
She sighed loudly and grumbled while walking through the village; she kicked a pebble as she wondered about the man that her mother had become close to, well; if she wants to be honest Takashi wasn't a bad man, after the long time she's been around him she can tell that somehow; if it was night he wouldn't let her walk home alone, if she was cold he would give her his jacket, if she was mad and searching for her friends he helped. Never the less, he was a good man, only if he held back from teasing her.
She wondered for a second if what he did was on porpoise, to make her mad, or just to have fun when bored. Whatever it was, Kaoru wished he'd stop, casting that thought to the back of her mind Kaoru looked around her as she walked around the village to Takashi's house, she saw a man and his wife working in their shop, with their young kids playing around, the woman noticed her and raised her arm waving at Kaoru, who smiled politely and waved back.
The village was small, and everyone in it knew each other. If something happens at Kaoru's house half of the village would have known after three hours, women and their mouths were scary; Kaoru always thought. She liked how the villagers are so close, but hated that they sometimes don't respect privacy, that was one of the reasons Kaoru didn't want her mother to get too close to Takashi. Because their neighbors will find out, and then tell their neighbors, and so on; eventually creating a rumor about Kaoru being engaged to Takashi.
That's how much women were scary with their mouths.
Kaoru has been hearing something's about her and Takashi, since in the latest weeks they've been together a lot, well what could she do; Momoko is busy with her mother, Miyako disappears suddenly and Kaoru is left alone and bored, and when Kaoru's bored she looks for Takashi to mess with him. Not that she doesn't have friends, in fact there are many girls that like her; but Kaoru doesn't feel relaxed around them, because they can get caught in jealousy sometimes. Like lately they didn't like Kaoru being around the handsome, single man in the village, though they didn't show it; Kaoru could feel it.
Sighing loudly, Kaoru encouraged herself when Takashi's house was in sight, and walked towards it with steady steps.
Miyako sighed loudly as she sat on her bed in her bedroom; her grandmother had left to the neighbor's house and was having a feast with the old lady there, she invited Miyako but the blond girl refused politely. It wasn't because of anything, but the young man who is the old lady's grandson made Miyako feel too welcomed; Miyako heard that he planned on asking her hand in marriage when she reach the right age.
Miyako didn't want it, but her grandmother thought otherwise.
The girl hummed as she slipped off of her soft bed sheets, her loose, silky and blond hair that her mid back ruffled against her blue night gown, her bare feet padded against the cold wooden floor on her way to her closet; Miyako opened the brown doors and reached in, pulling her sketch book and the pencil.
She looked through the old drawings she drew; many of them were nature, but she was searching for one particular drawing. The flower field she drew when the dirty blond wolf was around, Miyako's bright blue eyes scanned the drawing, it was beautiful; the colors of the flowers and the green of the trees with the bright blue of the sky were amazing, if only Miyako could do it exactly as she saw it, make it more real. But something was missing in this drawing.
She smiled, knowing what to add and walked quickly to her bed to start with it. Her hand gently ran across the drawing, adding a big form.
Whenever Miyako thought of this field she remembered the wolf, it had a connection to him somehow; because every time she wanted to meet him, she would find him there. So she had to add him into the drawing.
But lately, whenever she thought of that wolf a specific man came to mind, a dirty blond haired man with electric blue eyes, a man that looked similar to a wolf. She met Kakashi a lot lately, thanks to her friend, who goes to Kakashi's friend's house when she doesn't find her own friends.
Miyako stopped for a second to understand what just came to her mind, why was it that she and her friends are meeting in a strange places and mostly at Takashi's house, it was a thing to laugh at. Miyako giggled to herself, her and her friends really have something that connects them together.
Miyako's thoughts drifted back to the man as she started to add a dirty yellow color to the drawing, he sometimes tried to make the conversation longer between them, but Miyako couldn't, she'd feel as if she sat with him before, and if she tried to tell him something it would feel as if she said it to him before. It frustrated her, she likes to be friends with everyone, no matter whom; but this man had something in him that unsettled her.
She sighed softly, the drawing starting to end, her mind swirled around one thought; she knew that it might be stupid of her to think like that but she couldn't help it, something was missing.
Can it possibly be that the man is related to the wolf?
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