Disclaimer: No, I don't own Wolf's Rain, as much as I want to, I don't. Nor do I own the rights to Jimi Hendrix's 'Purple Haze'.

Author's Note: This is indeed my first song-fic, and I'm not sure if I should continue with this particular plot or not. -shrugs- Anyway, I really just typed this and then thought of the perfect song that went with it, changed a few things for a few days, and wallah! Mah stupid work. Well, hopefully you'll enjoy. Purple haze all in my brain

Forever On My Mind

Purple haze all in my brain

Lately things just don't seem the same

Actin' funny, but I don't know why

'Scuse me while I kiss the sky

'...that sexist jerk?' That fragment of her slandering sentence resounded within the confinements of her mind. Was he indeed a sexist jerk? Sure, he could display juvenile actions and torment those around him with his thoughtless comments, but truth be told, he impressed her like no other had. He provided her with a usual sense of warmth in her heart, a piece of her that had never been reached by anyone other than Quent. Other than Pops. For she had experienced the dangers, the hunts, the thrills, the love and the ever lasting lust with that man. He offered his kindness and she returned it with enough loyalty to last him even after her disappearance. Now she transversed with the wolf born a pelt of a mahogany hue, the wolf that was dubbed Hige.

He was her source of life, he was her current calling and could she refuse such knowledge? No, it was impossible to do so, and she continued to marvel at his beauty, at his unknown soul she had yet to grasp understanding of. Blue did not require an abundance more than of what she currently possessed, but the one emotion that would again make her life complete was just out of reach.

Cheza. The dear, dear Flower Maiden that cursed her yet brewed a bizarre essence within her. The wolf had been extracted from its chamber that had resided in the corridors of her mind, and now it thrived. It leeched off of her, required the sight of Paradise and it never settled. The female could not produce what it currently wanted; however, the flower described in the "Book of The Moon" tranquilized the urges whenever she was near. That was enough to leave her mind in peace. Enough to press her to follow every step the Maiden would take. Enough to push her towards love, towards Hige.

Purple haze all around

Don't know if I'm comin' up or down

Am I happy or in misery?

What ever it is, that girl put a spell on me

Releasing a deep sigh that seemed to contain all her musings and worries, Blue concentrated her attention on the back of the male she adored. She would never speak a word of her admiration to him or at least not yet. Though, as much as she wanted to keep her thoughts elsewhere, they always returned to that brute. His articulations, though vulgar to ears of others, were nothing but a tease or occasional challenge. It was a sign of equality. To her at least. Perhaps she was just overlooking certain attributes that belonged to the beast for the fact that she loved him. Adverting certain downfalls so he carried an air or perfectionism when he was nothing more than arrogant and idiotic. Was it plausible it was all just her blowing things out of proportion? Most likely.

Talkin' 'bout heart 'n'...s-soul

I'm talkin' about hard stuff

If everybody's still around, fluff and ease, if

Something's happening, something's happening

How deeply she wanted to speak of her growing emotions, of how they tore at every fiber of her being and how they urged her to speak at least one compassionate word to the wolf that was equipped with such a keen sense of smell. Yet, even under the luminescence of the orb of optimism so altitudinous in the heavens, not a single sound could be uttered. Her vision was hazed and at times she was unsure if she even trusted Hige. With a sudden shake of her head as if to emphasize her confusion, she brought hands of human illusion to her temples and rubbed them vigorously. This was causing her more aggravation than aid. It was a hindrance to her future of romance for if she could only speak without pausing to gather her thoughts before voicing them, then the fellow packmate would have already known of this new change of heart.

Eyes of a dazzling azure color darted around her surroundings. It was post-apocalypse for sure for there was nothing but infertile terrain ahead. The fractured earth's crevices were filled with a constant supply of rock fragments and dust particles, all of which just created a far more morose scene in the female's mind. One of death and one of destruction, of torment and despair, of every hurtful pang one would try to avoid, continued to play almost as a video.

Was there nothing to look forward to? No further life that would generate after her death? Didn't everyone say there was always tomorrow, another day to keep striving for? Then, wasn't it just as plausible that there would be no tomorrow? After all, the destruction of the Earth was imminent. Just as imminent as her next breath, her next heartbeat, her next thought of Hige.

Purple haze all in my eyes, uhh

Don't know if it's day or night

You got me blowin', blowin' my mind

Is it tomorrow, or just the end of time?

She would eventually get to the point of confession, whenever she felt the time was right and the mood was set. Perhaps she would even have to go out on a limb...perhaps. No! Why couldn't she just come out and tell him now? Did she need the assistance of another? Was she too weak?

Help me

Oh, help me

Purple haze, tell me, baby, tell me

I can't go on like this

"Hige! Wait up, would you?"

Purple haze

Purple haze

Purple haze

((This may be continued. Perhaps as a song-fic, perhaps not. I'm not even sure if this is quality enough to continue, so I'm leaving this to my reviewers. -hinthint- I may just leave this as is and jump to a regular, good ol' fashioned fanfic. Definitely with Hige and Blue, but not without the others, of course. I luff them. -grins-))