Crystal Rain
A Wolf's Rain fan fiction by Kyukutou Sakura
Disclaimer: I don't own Wolf's Rain – buuuuut I own Suzette AND Volumes 2 and 4 on DVD! ::big grin::
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AnimaCutie – Sorry to make you (and everyone else) wait so long, I've been getting my happy ass caught up in my school, and I went hunting last week. Soooo, without further blabbering, I give to you…Chapter Six! ::pomp and circumstance::
Chapter Six: Opalescent Farewells
Silk swished, the simple noise loud in the silent room, followed by the clicking of metal on tile. The female noble stood before her full-length mirror, admiring her feminine armor, the light refracting off of its golden surface. Her mask, that hid all but her chin and jawbones, glittered as well. Jagara smiled as she pulled off her mask, setting it on the velveteen rest, followed by her armor until she was clad only in a transparent silk chemise1. She admired her flawless skin, running her hands over her pale exposed flesh, frowning darkly when she touched the welt-like scar on her right shoulder. She pulled her chemise to the side, exposing the scar to the light. The only mar on her flawless body, the spot on her record, the scar in the shape of a wolf's fangs. She remembered how she received that bite, in Paradise. The white wolf had leapt, sinking his fangs deep into her flesh, the blood spilling forth, condemning her to forever seek Paradise as he had. Her lip curled in distaste, she applied cover up to the wound, watching with satisfaction as the powder blended the dark purple welts into her cream-colored flesh. "I will not be held down by some fairytale." She said to no one in particular, before stripping to nothing and climbing into the large porcelain bath that had been filled with sweet-scented soaps and hot water.
The wolves ran into Hubb, Cher, and Quent at Jagara's keep, after they had rescued Cheza. The Flower Maiden had begun to bloom, her veins darkening enough to be visible though her translucent flesh. Kiba was always near her, watching over her protectively. Quent lay wounded on the cold floor of a military van, wrapped in thick blankets for warmth. Blue and Toboe spoke quietly in the corner beside him, before Blue sat a little straighter and looked to Quent. "Toboe, I want you to promise, that if anything happens to me, that you have to stay with Pops." She said quietly, sadness heavy in her voice. Toboe blanched, before stuttering a reply. "But Blue, nothing's gonna happen to you, we're all going to Paradise." He protested, and she shook her head. "I'm half-wolf, Toboe. They won't let me into Paradise." She sighed, before pasting a small smile on her lips. "Now promise me." She said again. "I promise." The pup said dutifully, though reluctance was also in his voice. They spoke no more, as Toboe soon fell into a light sleep beside Suzette. Suzette dreamed, remembering what had happened during their journey. She and Toboe had been separated once more from their pack while searching for Cheza in Jagara's keep, Suzette had been pushed into a heat cycle, and Toboe couldn't resist her. They mated quickly in the shadows of an alleyway, and she knew that they had a fertile union. His pups grew inside her with each passing day.
Cher slept, her head on Hubb's shoulder, watching the shadowed scenery fly by. Smiling in her sleep, she dreamt of their life together before the Cheza project, how they met. When Hubb hit a particularly nasty bump in the road, she woke with a jolt. Smiling sleepily, she poked at him. "Want me to drive, Hubb?" she asked him softly, still leaning against him. The ever-courteous Hubb shook his head with renewed energy. "No, I'm fine. You sleep some more." He smiled graciously, before pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead as she fell asleep. Flushing, the detective kept driving. There was a dip in the road, one he couldn't see. There was a sudden jolt, and the van slid to a stop, at the very edge of a snowy cliff. The wolves and Yaiden carefully got out of the van, followed by Hubb. Cher handed Cheza to Hubb, and just as she let go, the van began to fall. Hubb watched in slow motion as the van tumbled down the cliff, Cher still inside, his fingers outstretched to her. Her cerulean eyes were wide with fear and surprise as she fell, her gaze locked with his until the snow clouded their vision. "Cher!" Hubb cried out, and handed Cheza to the wolf Kiba, before climbing as fast as he could down the Cliffside.
Cher lay still, trying not to move from her position a few feet away from the over-turned van. She watched as her vision blurred, Hubb raced clumsily to her side. He gently pulled her into his arms, staring deeply into her eyes. "Cher, you'll be fine!" he kept muttering to her, hugging her gently, but his grip was firm and unwavering. "Hubb…" Cher said softly, listening to him speak. "Don't speak…just listen. Next time, we'll get married again. And we'll live in the country in a big house, and we'll fill it with kids…and we'll get a bird, Cher! A white one, like the one we had…please don't leave me…" he pleaded with her, but it was in vain. "I don't regret any of it Hubb…I still love you…" she whispered, smiling weakly, before going limp in his grasp. "Cher?" the detective gently shook her shoulders. "Cher…no…" Hubb whimpered, before burying his face into her neck, and sobbed forcefully. "Cher, Cher no!" he choked out between sobs. The wolves watched on, watched Hubb slowly stop crying, dry his tears, and give Cher the ocean burial, her body sinking into the deep, icy depths of the nearby pool. "Farewell…Cher." He said quietly, holding in his fist her brightly colored scarf, which he tucked into his inside jacket pocket.
Wah, I can't believe I typed that! ::cries:: Sorry for the delay… ::sniffles:: Been busy. But I'll prolly update tomorrow. ::smiles:: Ja mata ne! ::winks::
Definitions:
1. Chemise – French term for a sexy nightgown worn under the daywear.