The Boy Who Cried 'Wolfmon'!
Chapter 5: 'Q & A Session'
After a few long hours had passed, the Wolfmon, with Takuya on his back, made it back to his home in the tunnels. As gently as he could, he set the sleeping boy on his back on the ground, but his attempt to let him sleep proved fruitless, for Takuya stirred soon after, and mumbled incoherent phrases.
"Mmmpppphhh . . . I dun wanna eat the slug . . yew can't make meeee . . . Fluffy bunnieees . . ." Wolfmon grinned and chuckled slightly at the words the brunette muttered. Takuya rolled over onto his side, and his eyes shot open as his wound began to sting again. He made a squeak-like noise and winced. The raven-haired teen touched the other boy's shoulder lightly. "Let me see your leg."
Takuya sat up, his back supported by the cave wall. He turned so that the Wolfmon could see his wound. The white-scarfed teen peered at it, then reached into the darkness of the cave. When he drew back his hand, grasped in it was a small white bag. He flipped open the cover of the opening, and shuffled around the bag's contents. He withdrew a large, fluffy cottonball, a bottle of disinfectant, and a cloth that served as a bandage. Silently, Wolfmon wet the cottonball with the contents of the bottle, and lightly dabbed at Takuya's bleeding wound. The brunette hissed in pain through his teeth.
"Don't be such a baby," The thin boy commanded, still cleaning up the gash.
"B-But it stiiiings!" Takuya whined in response.
"I know it stings, take it like a man!"
Saying nothing more, the raven-haired teen finished cleaning the cut, and gently wrapped it up in a bandage, but snug enough so that it would stay in place.
"Don't put too much strain on that leg," Wolfmon ordered. "We don't want it to start blee- WHAT'S SO FUNNY?!"
Takuya, for apparantly no reason at all, suddenly burst into uncontrollable hyena-like laughter. He clutched his sides and continued his maniacal cackles for what seemed like an eternity. The tan boy completely ignored Wolfmon's outbursts of "WHAT'S SO FUNNY?!" and "SHUT UP!" until tears formed at the corners of his eyes and his sides began to ache. He gradually began to quiet down, and rubbed his cheeks, they hurt from smiling and laughing so much. He wiped at his eyes and looked up at the severely pissed-off Wolfmon. His eyes and face were twisted into an angry glare, and two veins were bulging in his forehead and neck. Takuya found his expression funny somehow, and unsuccessfully attempted to stifle a loud snort.
"Would you MIND telling me WHAT'S SO FUNNY?!" Wolfmon demanded.
Takuya gave one last snicker, and then spoke up. "Heehee, when you said 'want it' it kinda sounded like you said . . ." The immature brunette yet again giggled, and then continued. "It kinda sounded like you said . . . Tit!" With that said, Takuya broke out into another spell of side-splitting laughter.
The raven-haired teen's expression became dumbfounded, then slightly annoyed. He snorted. "Tch, you are so strange . . ." He turned, and took a step forward to travel deeper into the dark cave, but paused. What if that psycho were stupid enough to go back outside again? He figured he'd better keep an eye on him . . .
Wolfmon turned around once again, and found the brunette smothering a few giggles and snorts. Takuya then looked up at him, and for a split second, could have sworn he saw a grin flicker across the Wolfmon's fair features. The said teen sighed, and gracefully sat down on the opposite side of the rock/table of Takuya. He set a few candles on the flat surface, and lit them. Takuya shifted, and sat upright, so that he could face his rescuer. He put his elbow on the table, rested his chin on his palm, and gazed at the Wolfmon.
After at least five minutes of just sitting there doing nothing, the Wolfmon spoke up. "Need something?"
"I was just wondering," Takuya began. "You're the Wolfmon that I was supposed to bring the offering to, right?"
"Yeah . . ."
"Shouldn't you be like, really old then?"
"Err, excuse me?"
"Well, what I mean is --" Takuya lifted his chin from his palm, and folded his arms on the table. "-- since my ancestor, Hiroshi Kanbara, made the first offering 150 years ago, you should be waaaay old. But you look my age! How does that work out?"
"I'm not the same Wolfmon."
"Wha --"
"Let me explain.
"You see, I come from the Wolfmon clan. The first Wolfmon, the one who was around when Hiroshi was, was actually a werewolf. He fell in love with--"
"Oooooooh! A love story! GASP! The Wolfmon has a romantic side!"
"Shut up! Let me --"
"Now, don't go around gettin' all mushy!"
The Wolfmon promptly flicked Takuya's forehead.
"OW! Jeez! What was that for?!"
"Shut up and let me finish!
"Okay, as I was saying, before I was OH SO RUDELY interrupted, the Wolfmon fell in love with a human girl, and had a child --"
Takuya burst into another fit of giggling.
"Eeeeeheeheeheehee! They did the dirty! Ahahahahaa-- OW! Quit flicking me!"
"And so they had a boy. And this boy inherited the name of Wolfmon. And so whenever another generation of the clan is born, they claim the name of Wolfmon and have to accept the offering that the village of Tallatpicka made."
" . . . Is that all?"
"Well, yeah. What did you expect? A million giant explosions?"
" . . . "
" . . . You did, didn't you?"
" . . . Maybe . . ."
Another spell of silence came between the two, but this time, it was Takuya who spoke first.
"Oh! I never told you my name did I?"
"Hmm, guess you didn't . . ."
The brunette flashed a stupid-looking grin. "I'm Takuya Kanbara!" He extended his hand over the flames of the candles towards the Wolfmon, who paused, then grasped it briefly.
"Last night, didn't you say you had a name?"
"Yeah."
"Well, what is it?"
The thin teen placed his elbows on the table, and laced his fingers together, his expression showing deep contemplation. He remained silent.
"Okay . . . ya' don't wanna answer that question . . ." Takuya nervously scratched the back of his head and looked away. He soon spoke up again.
"How old are you?"
"I'm 16."
"Wow! Really?!" Takuya exclaimed. "But you're like, way shorter than me! I thought you were maybe 14."
" . . . "
The tan boy disliked silences, so he continued asking questions.
"Do you have any relatives?"
Wolfmon nodded. "Yeah, I have my parents, and a twin brother."
"Really? Wait a sec, how come you became Wolfmon instead of your brother?"
"It's a long story, and like I said before: I don't do bedtime stories."
"Awww, you're no fun!"
Despite Takuya's attempts at making a conversation, both boys were quiet yet again. Bored, the brunette rested his chin on his palm again, and played with one of the candles on the table. He wiggled his fingers right in the flame of it. Suddenly, the flame grew in size, and Takuya quickly drew back his hand. He glanced at the Wolfmon, and found that he had been staring at him the whole time.
"The fire . . ." Wolfmon began. "That doesn't hurt you?"
"Um," Takuya answered. "No, never has . . . for some reason . . . I never get burnt."
"Okay, now it's my turn to ask questions."
"Okay, shoot."
"When did you learn that fire wouldn't burn you?"
"Hum . . . Well . . . When I was around 7 or 8 I guess. It was night, and I accidentally knocked over a candle. It burned a hole in my shirt, but my skin was fine."
"Okay, next question. Last night, in the field, how come you didn't have an offering?"
"Oh . . . um . . . " Takuya averted his gaze, recalling his thoughts of running away. "That's . . . kind of . . . a long story . . ."
Wolfmon chuckled. "Heh, just because I don't tell bedtime stories, doesn't mean that I don't enjoy listening to them."
Reassured, Takuya smiled softy. "Well . . . "
Takuya told him everything. Everything about his studies, having no friends, sneaking out, even the book that smelled like raccoon pee. But as he came to a certain part of his tale, he again looked away from the Wolfmon, and fell silent. Not expecting this, the raven-haired teen leaned forward and lightly touched the brunette's hand, then spoke softly. " . . . Are you . . . all right? . . . "
Just then, Takuya began to mutter, and the Wolfmon had to strain his fuzzy wolf ears to hear him clearly.
" . . . I was so lonely . . . It seemed like they couldn't understand . . . Couldn't understand how I felt . . . I told them over and over, how I hated it . . . But they just wouldn't listen . . . But . . . It was . . . It was chaos . . . Chaos all inside me . . . and then . . . I . . . let it loose . . . on them . . . Fire . . . Burning . . . and then . . . " Still looking down, Takuya lifted his free hand. "And with all that power . . . I . . . broke his jaw . . ." Takuya's head then snapped up to look at the other teen. "I-I'm really scared!" He studdered. "If I can't control myself at all, if I let loose again, I could hurt someone really bad! O-Or worse . . ."
The Wolfmon leaned forward across the table, and rested his hand lightly on the side of the brunette's face, and gently kissed his forehead. A light red tinge crept across Takuya's face. "Shhh . . ." the raven-haired teen cooed softly against the boy's messy hair. "Don't worry, everything's going to be all right. Just relax, we'll deal with it in the morning . . . " He looked down and smiled sweetly. "Okay?"
Takuya gazed innocently up at the blue-eyed teen. "Okay . . ."
"All right then," the Wolfmon stood up, and turned to walk down the tunnel, but Takuya caught the end of his striped scarf.
"Don't go!" Takuya cried. "I don't wanna be alone!"
Wolfmon stared at him. But Takuya was looking up at him with those big, chocolate-brown, pleading puppy-dog eyes. How could he resist?
The raven-haired teen once again reached into the darkness of the cave, and retrieved a large blanket and a few pillows. He spread them out on the dirt floor next to the rock/table and made himself comfortable. He motioned for the brunette to come over, and Takuya willingly obliged. Wolfmon laid on his side, rested his head on one of the pillows, and closed his eyes. But they soon quickly shot open as he felt the brunette's arms encircle his waist. Takuya snuggled his face against the teen's chest, and shifted so that he wasn't laying on his injured leg. Wolfmon smiled, and gently wrapped his arms around Takuya and pulled the blanket around them. With one hand, he stroked the boy's hair, and leaned down to whisper in his ear. "My name is . . . Kouji . . ."
But he wasn't sure if Takuya heard him or not. He was already breathing steadily, and his nose made quiet whistling sounds. Kouji smiled and squeezed Takuya closer to him, and soon drifted off to sleep as well.
END OF CHAPTER 5
Ritina: Whoo-pah! I made a nice long chapter for ya! Sorry I haven't updated in such a loooooong time! My history teacher slapped 2 projects on me, and I also had to finish my science project. But now I've finished them all! Oh, I feel so relaxed now that all of that's out of the way, I could just melt!