Hello. Moofy here. Well, can't think of a single thing I need to say, so here's the chapter.

Disclaimer: don't own +anima, shocker…

Chapter 11

Husky knew he had to be dreaming, and that's what scared him. He never realized he was dreaming until after he woke up, so why was this time different? It just had to be a dream, though, because why would this happen in real life?

He could feel the water all around him, and he couldn't breath, because the water was inside him, too. He was used to that in the dream, but that's all he was used to, everything else felt different. His eyes were closed, and he couldn't move. Something was holding him down, which had never happened in his dream, well, more like nightmare, before. He was being held agents something as well, something hard and cold and flat. He couldn't think of what it was, although it was hard to think of anything at the moment, his mind was so foggy.

A single thought was able to make it into his mind. He had to open his eyes. The dream always ended after he saw the fish, so it he opened his eyes and saw the fish, all this would be over.

He almost wished he had kept them closed. All his struggling increased tenfold, although it still didn't seem to be enough, in his weakened state. There was no fish, no murky waters of a lake. No, what there were was the clear water and tiles. He knew he must be in a bathroom. The worst thing though, was that the thing holding him down, making it impossible to breath, was Dylana.

This wasn't a dream! It wasn't a dream! He was going to die! He didn't want to die! Husky felt his neck burning. Was it from the lack of oxygen? He didn't know, and frankly, he really didn't care.

He could feel himself fading, his vision becoming blurrier and blurrier. No! He didn't want to die like this! He didn't want the last thing he ever saw to be Dylana glaring at him. He wanted to scream out for someone to come help him, anyone. You can't talk underwater, though, and if he opened his mouth the water would rush in and his struggling would stop even sooner. It couldn't end like this, it just couldn't!

Keane's mind was a blank. He woke up, having to go to the bathroom. When he was outside of the door, though, he heard splashing. It sounded like someone was struggling in the bathtub. Too tired to remember to knock or calling out, he simply walked in.

He really couldn't process what he was seeing. He just opened and closed his mouth, like a dieing fish. A dieing fish. A dieing… dieing…water. Dieing. Water. Husky. Myrrah! Myrrah was dying in the water!

"Myrrah!" Keane yelled, shutting out everything else, like exactly who was holding him under the water in the first place.

Husky felt the pressure holding him down stop, and shot up like a bullet. He started coughing like crazy, trying desperately to replace the water in his lungs with air. His head was spinning and he couldn't see straight, but he didn't care. He had to get out of there, before Dylana tried something else.

He wasn't sure how he got up to begin with, but soon he had fallen over the side of the tub. He kept on moving though, running solely on adrenalin. Not even glancing at Dylana, he bolted out the door, pushing whatever was in his way to the side. All he saw was red when he did it, his vision still wasn't working right for him, but it might have been Keane.

Running as fast as he could he didn't know or care where he was going, he was just going. He was out of his house in less then half a minute. He didn't think, he just ran and ran and ran, until he had no idea where he was and couldn't run anymore.

He was in some ally, he didn't know where though. The adrenalin was running out and the skinny boy sunk to his knees. He was exhausted and cold and scared. Shaking violently, he started crying, for the first time since his mother died, and the second time in memory.

He had no idea how long he stayed like that, although he would of fallen asleep there, if not for a man walking into the ally bringing a bit of sense back into him. He was barely able to stop the tears as he just stared up at the man, too exhausted to move.

"Ain't it a little past your bedtime, kiddie?" the man asked, a smirk on his dirty face. His clothes were even dirtier, filled with holes, and his hair was scraggly and ragged. Husky just nodded. His mind was telling him to get up and run away, but he was too worn out, both physically and emotionally. It was taking everything he had to keep himself from passing out then and there.

"Ya lost?" The man asked. Husky managed to shake his head no. He you to be going somewhere to be lost, and he had no where to go anymore.

The man was leaning in front of him now. Husky scooted away from him a bit, not wanting to be close to this guy. Even with his mind as muddy as it was, he could still smell the alcohol on him. He was drunk.

"Those some pretty earrings ya got there, girly," Husky backed away even more. Under any other circumstance, he would of exploded at being called a girl, but he was too distraught and tired to. It did manage to perk his attention, if just a little bit. He wasn't about to lose his mother's earring, and who knows what else.

"G-go away," Husky barely managed to whisper, still scooting away from the drunk. He had never heard himself sound so weak. The man kept coming towards him. Husky felt his eyes begin to water again. Not now. He gasped, but even that was weak, when his back ran up agent a brick wall.

The man's smirk widened and his eyes seemed to light up. The water started spilling from his eyes, and the skinny boy had to shake his head to get it to stop. Crying wasn't going to help him now. The man was coming so slowly, almost like he was savoring it. It made Husky shudder.

There had to be some way out. Husky began feeling around the ground for something, anything, he could use as a weapon. He hand clenched around a wooden board. He wasn't sure if it would work. He felt like he couldn't swing his arm, let alone a plank of wood, but it was his only shot. He just had to wait for the man to come a little closer.

"Gah! You little brat!" The man screeched, clutching his side. Husky dropped the board and ran, still amazed he had actually had the strength to swing. He could hear the man chasing him, though, and knew it was only a matter of time before he was caught.

It seemed like that would be sooner then he hoped for though, as he tripped over a large crack in the sidewalk. He squeezed his eyes shut, knowing the man would be on his before he was able to get up. Whatever Husky had been anticipating never came, though. Opening his eyes, he pushed himself off the sidewalk and hesitantly looked behind him.

The man was fighting someone. Husky couldn't see who though, it was too dark to make out anything. The silver boy just sat on the cold ground unable to move, and stared at the fight. The new arrival, who Husky hadn't been able to see, moved into the glow of the streetlight.

Husky's eyes widened. It was the boy in Cooro's picture, Senri. It wasn't that which really shocked him, though. It was his arm. It was just like it had been in the picture. Everything was the same as the picture, except for clothes. Fur and claws covered his right arm, which was out in front of his. He looked ready to fight.

Husky stared shaking his head. This was just too much! He was wet and cold and scared and hurt! He just couldn't take anymore! He could literally feel the blood rushing from his head as everything went black. Before he even knew it, he was slumped on the sidewalk, out cold.

Senri watched the man he had been fighting run away in fear. He glanced down at his right arm. He couldn't explain it, and could remember even less, but it was useful, to say the least.

Turning his working eye off his arm, he looked at the small figure lying on the ground. Kneeling down next to hi, he lifted the boy up easily. He was extremely light, but his clothes were soaked, and he was shivering. Senri wasn't quite sure what to do. He had no idea where to take him, but he recognized him from somewhere.

"Cooro…" That was right, this boy had been with Cooro. That's where he could take him. Glancing at his arm one last time to make sure it had returned to normal, the teen began to head in the direction he knew the happy little boy lived.

"Hello?" An old nun asked, sounding very tired, as she cracked open the large church doors.

"Cooro…" Senri didn't exactly have a way with words. The old nun stared at the two in shock, before ushering them in, her eyes never leaving the limp boy in Senri's arms.

"Lay him down here," the nun ordered, placing a decorative pillow on one of the pews. "What happened?" She asked. She had met Senri a few times before, and knew he was a friend of Cooro's, so she wasn't really worried about having him come into the church in the middle of the night.

"Hurt, knows Cooro," Senri said. He was a little bit puzzled, it was very unlikely for him to remember where he met the boy lying in front of him. They had just met once, so he remembered, and it was for such a small time, nothing had really happened, but remember him he did.

"I'll go get Cooro," She said quickly before rushing away. Senri hoped the boy would wake up soon, he didn't look too good. Maybe he should of taken him to a hospital, but he didn't know where any were.

"Hmm? Mother Superior? What time is it? Why'd I need to come down 'ere?" Senri could hear Cooro's groggy voice coming towards them. "Huh? Senri? What cha doing here?" Cooro asked, rubbing his eyes as if to make sure what he was seeing was real and not some strange dream.

"Cooro," The nun, Mother Superior as Cooro called her, started, but was cut off when Cooro gasped loudly.

"Husky!" Cooro yelled before running over to the two boys. "What happened to Husky Senri? Why's he asleep? Did something bad happen? Hey, Husky, wake up!" Cooro asked franticly, beginning to shake Husky.

"Cooro, stop. We don't know what happened, you could hurt him more," Mother superior told him sternly. Cooro let go of the unconscious boy almost immediately. He turned to Senri, about to ask him what happened again, when he heard a small groan coming from the pew.

"Husky!" Cooro yelled once again, seeing his friend begin to shift on the hard wooden bench. He opened his mouth, then closed it again and began rubbing his eyes.

"Urg, ow. Wha… What happened?" Husky mumbled, still rubbing his eyes. Cooro though he sounded really horse and weak. He'd never heard him sound like that before, it was strange. Before anyone could answer his question though, Husky opened his eyes and pushed himself into a sitting position. He started scanning the room, but stopped when his eyes landed on Cooro. Squinting, Husky stared at his friend, and then began rubbing his eyes, a look of utter confusion on his face.

"What the? Cooro? Urg, what the hell? What happened? Why am I so sore? And where the hell am I?" Husky asked, sounding more annoyed then anything, and kept rubbing his eyes and staring at Cooro as if he though it was a mirage or something.

"We don't know Husky. Senri just brought you here. Why are you all wet? Did something bad happen?" Cooro asked. Husky's face scrunched up in confusion, and he looked at his clothes. They were all wet. Suddenly his eyes widened, and the silver boy's body went ridged. "Husky?" Cooro yelled, not very concerned as his friend was close to hyperventilating. "Husky? What's wrong? Tell us what happened," Cooro asked, grabbing his shoulder in an attempt to both calm him and keep him upright. It worked a bit, the silver boy's breathing evened out a great deal, although he still looked extremely distressed.

"I… She.. water. I don't know. I just…" Husky mumbled out, not really making much sense.

"Do you want me to call the police? Or take you to a hospital?" Mother superior asked, making her presence known to Husky for the first time. The skinny boy shook his head repeatedly though.

"N-no! I'm fine! I just… something happened. I was outside, and Senri saved me from some guy… I think it was Senri… a bear? What? No, um, after that I just fainted, it's fine," Husky tried to explain, obviously leaving quite a few things out, but the old nun simply nodded.

"Alright. Would you like me to set a bed in Cooro's room?" She asked. Husky just nodded. "You may stay as well," She said to Senri before leaving to go make the beds.

"Husky! Tell me what happened, are you really okay?" Cooro asked the second Mother Superior had left the room. Husky nodded.

"I'm f-fine, really. Just a little s-shaken up, and exhausted, but I'm fine," Husky said, trying to both reassure Cooro and avoid any further questions at the same time. Cooro wasn't about going to let up, though.

"Alright, but what happened? Why were you outside so late? Did something happen at your house?" Cooro asked, staying persistent. "C'mon Husky. I wont tell anyone, promise! Unless if I don't tell someone, you'll die or something," He pleaded.

"Urg, you're so annoying sometimes. Look, I just… I kind of, I don't know… I ran away… Dylana, I can't… be around her anymore," Husky mumbled. Cooro nodded, glad Husky finally told him something, not everything obviously, but something.

"Okay, don't worry Husky. I wont make you go home or anything, but…um, who's Dylana?" Cooro asked, scratching the back of his head. He had never heard Husky mention anyone with that name before.

"Huh? Oh, she, uh, she's Keane's mom. We, well, we don't get along. It's cause I look like my mom, or something. I don't know," Husky explained. Cooro just nodded. So Husky and Keane had the same dad. He wondered what had happened to Husky's mom. He must have been living with her before he moved in with Keane. He wasn't about to ask Husky now though, he was still so shaky…

"Oh! Husky! You're probably freezing! I'll go get out some dry clothes. Senri, stay here with him," Cooro exclaimed, quickly running out of the room before Husky had any time to protest.

Husky glanced over at the other boy nervously. He was staring at him with a peculiar look on his face. Husky suddenly remembered what he had saw right before he had apparently passed out, and without warning it was very hard to keep his breathing even again.

"Calm, s'alright," Senri said, reaching out a hand to try and calm the younger boy. It seemed to have the opposite effect on him, however, as the silver boy shot away from him like a bullet.

"No!" I-I mean, n-no. It's alright. I-I'm fine!" Husky stuttered, now standing. His eyes didn't leave the older boy's arm the entire time.

"Husky, is it a good idea for you to be standing?" Cooro asked once he came walking in, clothes in his hands. It nearly made Husky jump a foot in the air, although the black haired boy didn't seem to notice. "Well, now that you are, put these on. They should fit, although anything would be better then what you're wearing now," Cooro handed him the pajamas and showed him to where the bathroom was. About a minute later Husky came out, the wet clothes in his hands.

"You can just leave those in the hamper. C'mon, your tired right? I'll show you my room, Senri's already up there," Cooro said happily, beginning to pull Husky along.

Once in Cooro's room Husky laid down on a sleeping bag. Cooro had offered him the bed, several times in fact, but Husky refused. Cooro was wrong though. He was more then just tired, he was exhausted.

"You sure you're okay, Husky?" Cooro asked one more time. The silver boy nodded, already half asleep. It was amazing how good dry clothes and a sleeping bag felt after a night of nothing but cold, sopping wet clothes and either concrete or a hard wooden church bench.

"Um-hmm," Husky mumbled. He wanted to ask Cooro about the bear claw he had drawn on Senri, but he was too tired to. Besides, that Senri guy had saved him, he seemed like a nice person, if not a little quiet. Kind of unnerving. He had probably just been hallucinating or something.

Besides, that was the least of his problems right now. He had no idea what he was going to do in the morning, or where he would go. He didn't want to think about that right now, though, he just wanted to sleep. So that's what he did.

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Hurray! Longest chapter so far! Hope Husky didn't seem too out of character in this chapter, but I mean, the little tranny isn't all strong all the time. Well, please review.