Well…despite the pathetic amount of reviews; I continued. This plot won't stop bothering me- I suppose playing the Wolf's Rain music doesn't help matter either. So I am going to exorcise it by getting it down.

And you're all coming along for the ride. Warning, it may be a tad Emo, but oh well. Cheers!

When Kiba's eyes opened, the rain had stopped, replacing a grey rainy day with a grey foggy day. Groggily, he lifted his head from the back of the chair, shaking out his arm as if tingled back to life, none too pleased with his head for cutting off it's circulation. He ignored it though, looking at the pot that held the flower, searching for any signs of blooming. There were none. Maybe, he thought, it bloomed while I was asleep. No, he probably would have smelled it, or something; it was only a foot away from him. That notion gone, a great fear that he had killed it somehow took over him. It had been entrusted to him, had he killed it?

That was ridiculous though. He'd watered it, and everything. So when was it going to bloom? It had been sitting on a bloom for four days now! Checking the clock, he saw that it was well past time to go on his delivery run. He grabbed a coat and hurried out the door, glancing one last time at the flower before going to get his bike and start the day.

The feeling of deep connection to the world had grown. He felt as if…he knew something. Something that everyone else didn't. Like there was a secret to the world that everyone else had missed. As he swerved to avoid a car stuck in traffic, he swore to himself. His mind was going in circles over this feeling. Tiny voices in his heart sang joyful tunes as the world around him seemed to fall apart.

It was just a phase, he thought to himself decidedly as he sat down to eat his lunch, maybe the full moon was getting to him. He'd heard medical reports on the news that the full moon really did have an affect on people; it wasn't just pagan mumbo jumbo. Wild, he thought to himself, people probably dance under it and howl like wolves, just because they can. He smirked. Like wolves. Lone wolves like him didn't howl, except to themselves.

"Hige!" A voice said to his right, sounding overjoyed. A dark haired woman threw herself at a strangely familiar boy in front of him, her face reflecting pure joy.

"Blue! I didn't know if you'd be there, but I thought I'd try."

"I tried to tell you I'd wait!"

"Sorry, I didn't hear you."

"That's all right, you're here now, and so am I."

Kiba smiled when the boy, whom he recognized as the one from running into him the other day, wrapped his arms around the girl and buried his face in her hair, pressing his lips to her temple. "That's right, we're both here. How's pops?"

"He's fine. Plays chess and drinks too much, but I can't do much to stop him." The girl said. She went on, but Kiba had stopped listening, preoccupied with another familiar face. It was the boy from across the street the day before. And he was tagging along after a man all in leather, like a lost little puppy.

"I'm sorry! He needed help!" He sighed heavily as the man ignored him pointedly. "Tsume!"

"You were always too kind for your own good, kid." The man said, not looking at him as he kept walking. Kiba smiled, heart silently agreeing. He didn't know how he knew, but he knew that the boy was a naturally kind soul; if a little naive. He frowned. How did he know? It wasn't seeing him with the cats; he knew on a deeper level.

This has been a weird few weeks. He thought to himself, rising. First the old woman just handing him a packet of seeds, then he felt he knew people that he just randomly saw on the street, and then that flower seemed determined not to bloom. He sighed; maybe this was normal for flowers. Checking his watch, he realized that his break was over; he had to get back to work. Contemplating the oddities of his life would have to wait until he got done with work.

He got home, head still reeling from the familiarity of it all. Climbing the stairs to his apartment, he tried to place the faces of the people he had seen that afternoon. They were all so…so familiar. His surrogate father would have told him that he was bound to them by magic. He had always respected the man who had taken care of him while he was young, but that was just weird. Magic didn't exist in this world, it was all science. Evolution, chemistry, physics. Even though they didn't have flying cars for everyone in the world, they still had gone to the moon fifty years ago.

This was different though. This was…well, it was the human mind, a human soul. He suspected that no matter what, science would never be able to shape a soul; even if they learned how to clone a body. With those thoughts in mind, he wondered if it was possible that on some level, he did know those people. None of them had appeared to recognize him, but he had given them no reason to. The girl and the boy; he wondered if they had felt the same when they met; as if they knew each other.

He shook his head, suddenly feeling foolish. Get your head out of the clouds, Kiba. Certainly it was possible; but dwelling on it would only give him a headache. Said headache had all ready set in though, as he unlocked his door and dropped his things on the wooden floor. The flower was the first thing to meet his eyes. He gasped.

It was drooping, the stem so sagged that the bud was nearly touching the soil of the small pot. His heart seized up as one large petal drifted slowly to the floor. Had he killed it? He desperately hoped not as he frantically checked the soil to see if it was dry. It was cool and damp; Kiba rather thought that if he were a plant he'd like to live in just such conditions.

Yes, but you'd never take to being cooped up all day long…his mind told him, and he knew it was right. Maybe that was it. He'd told the truth, he was not at all knowledgeable about plants and their habits; maybe it just needed some fresh air. He tugged on the window, opening it and placing the flower on it. There was no breeze; no movement in the air. Kiba sighed. He had things to do; maybe the wind would pick up in that time and the plant would revive. Picking the forlorn petal up from the floor, he placed it in the pot. It looked ghostly against the dark soil; the whole flower looked almost sad, like it had lost a comrade when the petal fell.

Kiba allowed himself a moment to reflect on the dropping of the petal, and then turned on his heel, grabbing his laundry bag and change. If he didn't do it tonight, he'd never get it done. It was six o'clock. He would be back by eight. How much could happen in two hours?

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