A/N: Mmk, so here's another chap. It's short, and I don't really think it says much, but it's just what came out. Oh it's all leading somewhere eventually though. lol It's just I needed this to work into how Saida fits into the whole picture.

SPOILERS AHEAD: There are spoilers in this chap. So if you don't want to know or haven't seen the last eps and don't want it ruined I suggest you not read.

Thank you to: Blade's Daughter and merlyn1382 for your reviews. Also to TsumeHiei Luver! Heh, yeah I kind of guessed he was your fave! lol Oh and to BD, I sent you an email. Hope you got it. I appreciate any and all comments. Hope this chap isn't too disappointing.

DISCLAIMER:

RenTin: (looks at Orion about to speak)

Orion: Must we go through this every time? Please don't ask, I do so hate to see you disappointed. Oh wait, no I don't! :p Ask away.

RenTin: (glares at Orion) No treat for you buddy!

Orion: It's not as if you give me any now anyway. So what do I care?

RenTin: (throws pencil at Orion's head)

Orion: Ow! That was uncalled for. And after I came to you to help you write. You ungrateful little bit... (another pencil hits him) OW! That was my eye!

RenTin: (falls over laughing) Hahahaha!!! Wahahahaha!!! That's what you get for what you were about to call me. You know I don't like that word.

Orion: (crosses arms over chest) FINE!!! But you still DON'T OWN Wolf's Rain or ANYTHING dealing with it! SO NAH!!!

RenTin: (pokes out bottom lip) Fine, fine. And thank you for coming out of your hiding place.

Orion: (looks away) You're welcome. Now can we get on with it?

RenTin: You heard him, let's get on with it.

The fire crackled bringing the party out of their dream-like state. Saida picked up the glass and sat back down in front of the fire. Silence still had possession over them.

Tsume was the next to return to the fire's side. When he looked at Saida this time, he could see her hands wrapped tightly around the jar. His mind was reeling. 'She doesn't have hands.' He shook his head and looked at Kiba. "So, what the hell are we supposed to do now?"

Kiba didn't answer him. He just started to walk out into the snow. It had started falling again while they were sleeping. 'Sleeping.' Kiba thought. 'Is that what I've been doing?' The many questions he had would remain unanswered for the time. He knew that, but he asked them anyway.

Saida got up and followed him, leaving Tsume behind. She stayed several steps behind Kiba, giving him room. She didn't understand this anymore than he did. He spoke first; though he never looked back. His voice boomed through the silence, but it was barely audible.

"What happens when we find it?" Saida stopped in her tracks and his sad voice continued. "Why, why did she want me to remember? So much pain and I feel it all. How is it possible that we are still here? And Tsume, he... he..." His voice trailed off.

Saida walked up beside him hoping that her presence would somehow offer him a little comfort. But at the same time she knew it wouldn't. 'There's always hope though,' she thought.

Kiba turned to Saida. It was his blue eyes that stared at her, his human form. "He died. They all did." Saida couldn't understand. She knew what had happened, but it was as if she was an outsider looking into a snow globe filled with scenes from the past. With every shake a new scene appeared after the snow settled.

A brown wolf lying beside a man's body; all was still. Something told her that this wolf was named Toboe. Snow blurred the vision and the scene changed again. This time it was a black wolf with blue eyes and a brownish red wolf lying together, seemingly motionless. Blood was everywhere. Their names rang in her head, Hige and Blue. Snow covered the scene. There was a gray wolf now, a scar marred it's chest. It was alone, all alone, covered in its own blood. It was Tsume.

Saida clamped her eyes shut. It was too much. Why were these memories being shown to her. They weren't her memories. 'I was happy then. I was...I was..." Her inner voice trailed off. She couldn't remember. Nothing from her past was there. No faces, no parents, no nothing. It was as if someone or something had wiped her slate clean. It was as if she had ever existed in that time.

His voice broke the chain of memories that were flooding her mind. "You weren't there. Who are you? Why was it you and not her who had to remind me." Saida knew who Kiba was referring to. It was Cheza. She had bloomed. She had taken her true form and let the seeds of time remake the world.

Saida didn't know how to answer him. Then the voice returned. 'He remembers he is supposed to be searching.' "Searching for what?" Saida was surprised to hear her own voice. It was shaky and fear was laced behind her words.

"So, we're searching for something huh? Sounds ominous to me. Mind telling me exactly what it is we're looking for?" Tsume had been listening. He too was wanting answers. "You're the one that came here looking for us, right? So, why don't you tell us? Why exactly did you have to find us? And why were we supposed to remember?"

Saida could tell by his voice that he was angry, very angry. She racked her brain to say something, anything. "I...I..." He wasn't very amused. She could tell he was trying very hard not to snap at her with his fangs.

"Oh that's right. You don't talk much do you. Well what was all that junk you were spitting out earlier, about that voice telling you to follow it and it will lead you?" Saida remembered the words she had spoken. It was the voice that had told her to say them.

She could feel Kiba looking at her. Tsume could tell he was confused and decided to clear it up for him. "She was spouting off about some voice guiding her or something. I thought it was strange, at the time, but now. I mean hell that was like reading the newspaper compared to what just happened.

Kiba looked up at Tsume, amusement in his eyes. "You read the newspaper?" Tsume huffed and clicked his tongue while turning his head away from Kiba. "Yeah I thought not. So in essence it's not as strange as that." He turned his attention back to Saida. "What was it you said?" He waited for her answer. 

Saida got up, glass in tow and began to walk away from them. Why should she have to repeat it. It was obviously nonsense. And she didn't know what it meant anymore than they would. So why bother with it? The musical voice returned.

'Do not be afraid to tell them. You now know you are wolf. You have a purpose. One that was forgotten last time. Last time before the winds of time changed this world. But this time, this time, your purpose will be fulfilled. Everything will be as it should.' The voice, even though confusing at times, usually made her feel calm. It was something she had come to trust. The only thing that she could trust. But now for some reason it didn't; it only angered her.

'What do you know? What have I done? I've erased my memories from before all of this. But somehow I can remember everything you've ever said to me. Everything you've made me do. I can remember it all. But my parents, my life before this, there's nothing.' Tears were forming behind her closed lids as she struggled to understand what the voice was trying to tell her.

A gentle tap on her shoulder caused her to snap her head in the direction it had come from. Her eyes were glassy, but she refused to let tears fall. She refused to let this get the better of her. It wasn't something she normally let get to her before. So why should she let it now?

"So, where to? You're the one with the voices in your head. I mean, it's not as if I can just go back to that city and live as if I don't remember. So what does that voice of yours say now?" Tsume bit out the words. He loathed her, for making him remember. 'I was perfectly content before... as a human.' He turned his head to the side and rubbed the back of his neck trying to think. 'Or was I? Was I really satisfied with my life?'

Saida's harsh voice broke his thoughts. "It's not my fault. I had no control over any of this. I wish I could explain. Maybe I am crazy. Maybe I'm making it all up. Maybe there really are voices, but they're not real, just in my head." Saida was only getting angrier with every thought, every word. Then she did something she never thought she would do... or could do.

She shoved the glass jar at Tsume. She shoved it into him so forcefully it made him stumble backwards a bit. "Take it! I don't want it anymore. It's only gotten me into trouble. I don't... I don't..." Saida turned away from him, trying to calm herself down.

Then, from somewhere inside her she managed to do just that. It was like something was taking her anger away and locking it up. "I don't want it anymore." Her voice was calm now, but filled with sorrow and anguish. She started walking again into the darkness, into the snow.

Tsume watched, shocked. He didn't know her story, but from the time he met her, he knew that the glass and the flower were her world. She had made it that way, and now, now she just gives it up.

Kiba came up and took the glass jar from Tsume, who's grip was loose and about to let it slip to the ground. "I don't think you should drop it." Tsume shook his head and looked to his now empty hands. "Think I was a little harsh?"

Kiba didn't answer, but followed Saida's tracks. When he felt that Tsume was no longer behind him, he turned. "Well, are you coming? Or are you just going to stand there like a noble's statue?" He waited a moment for a response. When he got none, he continued walking.

Tsume's brow furrowed. He made that clicking noise again and muttered to himself. "I can't stand nobles." He clenched his fist and looked back towards the shrine. The falling snow had put out the fire. He noticed an orange glow floating in the sky. The last remaining embers disappearing into the snow. 'Nothing left behind. What choice do I have, but to move forward.' With that he started to run. To where he wasn't exactly sure. Though he did know he wasn't alone.

A/A/N: Well, this was pretty much nothing in my book. But I had to put all the unanswered questions in here, because they are supposed to be answered as the story progresses. Actually most of the time they are going to be answered without anyone realizing it. (clamps hand over mouth) Uh, yeah, forget I said that. R&R as usual. I don't care whether they're good or bad. Although I should state that if you just write a flame, it better be good. Because I'm really picky about those. I don't want a "this story blows" or "sucks it just sucks" because really if that's all that your vocabulary consists of, well just don't bother wasting what brain cells you have left by typing that out. It'd be useless. Now, if you could come up with some big words like, atrocious or horrendous, that would impress me, then flames are pretty much welcome. Hope that offends no one. Orion made me grouchy as he seems to have left me again. Until later ;)