This chapter is toMakmay04 for all her reviews. Thank you for reading.

Set after the third book. I am aiming for 30 chapters

Warning: craziness

Paring: Fang and Iggy

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: As I've said, I do not own, and if I did, I'd share Fang and Igs with Tomo Potter. Wow, or I'd just watch Figgy 24/7

Chapter 23

I'm losing My Mind!

Iggy kicked a pebble and growled. He had been walking around for hours and had yet to figure out where he was. It's not like he could just let his wings unfold and take off into the sky, someone, if not everyone would see. He sighed.

People that walked by him would start to whisper. It was times like these, he wished he was blind. Then at least, he wouldn't see the faces they would make. He walked up to the canter of the dirt covered village, and sat on the edge of the well. It was old, complete with the bucket you would lower into the well. He looked down and sighed. It was dark, black, quiet. Why was it so damn quiet! He stood up and began to pace.

"I love him, he hates me, I love him, and he hates me. I think I'm going crazy!" He screamed grabbing his head and letting out a frustrated growl.

Fang flew around in circles. After he started to get dizzy, he flew out towards the forest. What did I say to him! I should have just kept my mouth shut. He thought to himself. He looked down towards the village to see some freak pacing and talking to himself. For some strange reason, this guy reminded him of Iggy. He sighed and kept going. He eventually turned and sighed yet again as the 'E' shaped home came into view.

He wondered where Iggy was, his Igs, his baby, his love. He missed him. What if he didn't return? What if he was hurt! Oh god! His poor innocent Igs! What if Ari came back to life . . . again? He growled. Stop that Fang! He's fine, just thinking. Great! Now I'm arguing with myself! This day just keeps getting better!

Iggy sighed. He had to find a way to get back home. This place was too quiet, with all its cracked windows shut, those tumbleweed rolling down the street, cowboys and horses . . . wait. What? He blinked. No horses, no cowboys, no tumbleweed balls, just cracked windows and a lot of dirt. That's it, I'm going mental, and I've got to get out of here! He thought and began to walk towards the forest; from there he could take flight and maybe find his way back home. Maybe find his Fang. He wondered how Fang was. Did he really hate him? Or was it just a caught-up-in-the-moment yell? Iggy sighed. He'd find out soon enough.