DISCLAIMER: I don't own Wolf's Rain.
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:TOWARDS A LOST PARADISE:
a Wolf's Rain fanfiction
by C.o.m.t.e.s.s.a
: CHAPTER 4:
: Howling for a White Heaven :
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"I hear a voice….
A voice resounding through the sky
that stopped crying.
It has shot through the target of my heart."
:"Cloud 9" from Wolf's Rain:
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"…." Talking
….+ Thoughts
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The brown haired boy sat silently on the sidewalk's curb, knees drawn up, arms surrounding them. He was pondering.
Across the street "La vie en Rose" Cafe-slash-Restaurant stood, it's deteriorated gray and black façade tightly cramped between two five-stories buildings.
The boy frowned and focused coppery eyes on the big window at the entrance of the Cafe. Through it's once crystal-clear pane Tooboe hungrily watched two women sitting one across the other at a low table, calmly munching down a pie.
Narrowing his eyes and slightly leaning forward, he tried guessing the pie's oh-so-tasty contents. +Is it a meat pie? Mmm…. No, I don't think so…there's something pink there….Perhaps it's salmon, or ham+ Now closing his eyes and taking a deep breath he focused on trying to identify the scents wafting from the depths of the small Cafe. Several pictures danced in his mind's eye, each belonging to what his nose picked up in the air. Finally, he concluded +It's a ham-and-cheese hot pie, with double-flavor and the special Pin-Pin´ spice+ He absently licked his lips +Yes, that's definitely it+ But, with the culinary assertion, came the much painful physical consequence, and in the silence of the Dome, a hungry stomach grumbled.
Tooboe winced and patted his soared tummy. He sighed defeatedly. +I'm hungry….and restaurant-gazing isn't helping+
Propping his chin on his hand, he stared at the cobbles of the street despondently.
The midday sun peeked momentarily through it's cloudy cradle, lighting up the depths of the Dome city. For the space of only a few seconds, light flooded it all, alighting the normally depressing atmosphere of the bubbled city. Tooboe smiled wanly and closed his eyes to savor the welcomy reprieve. But too soon the sun hid again and a chill ran through the boy's back. Suppressing a groan, Tooboe squished himself more tightly inside the folds of his maroon jacket and rested his forehead against his knees. "I'm tired," he whispered to himself "I want to go home…" His eyes misted as the image of that solitary, damp basement he called home´ hovered in his mind.
Two days had passed since the last time he'd dared set a foot in that house. He didn't know why but ever since that last fateful night spent there, writhing under the grasp of deep nightmares, he simply could not bring himself to go back.
Why do I feel like this+ he sighed +I've never felt so….miserable before…and lonely….I miss having company at home. Everything seems so pressing´ when there's no one+ Stealthily, a pair of amber eyes swiftly passed through his mind. Hard, frozen eyes that had shone with pain and an emptiness that to Tooboe had seemed larger than life. Yet, something else was there….a fire, a flaring resolution to never give up, to remain´ through it all that gave those eyes, and the owner of them, its oddly rare quality.
Tooboe, chin still propped on his knees, let his eyes roam the street ahead. The movement of the city's life was soothing his frazzled thoughts. +I wonder how Ookami-sans doing+ he thought for probably the thousand's time in the last two days. Tooboe had taken to calling the white wolf he'd met two nights prior Ookami-san´. As he didn't know it's name he figured that was the best option he could think of. Not that he had told anybody about him –who was there for him to tell anyway?- but the image and scent of the other had lately lingered more and more persistently in his head; and so, Tooboe´d named him thus.
I'm worried about him. Did he heal his wound? Did he found food? Is he lost? Is he resting somewhere….and what if someone attacked him while sleeping+ Tooboes mind fretted.
"Is he even still in the city?" the simple question escaped his lips like a quite murmur. For some reason every time he thought about it, about never seen the white wolf again, his stomach knotted painfully.
Sighing –an action that had lately become a habit to him- the brown haired boy stood up and cracked his back.
Looking ahead wistfully one more time to the now cookies-and-coffee eating females, he began to walk down the street, hands crossed over behind his head.
His mind was reeling with images of the wolf. He didn't know why but he felt completely drawn to him. Though they'd only been acquainted for the space of only some minutes, which had been full of growls and cold threats on the part of the other and embarrassing whimpers and fearful trembles from him, Tooboe could not help turning those instants around in his mind, over and over again. A comprehensible fact if one takes in consideration it had been the first time he'd stared at the Wilderness in the face.
And Wild it had been indeed.
A long lean body that, though hurt and on the bony side of the scale, exuded power. Eyes that stared hard and unyielding at you, betraying no fear or doubt. An animal made for the kill. Pure savagery on feet.
And Tooboe could not help falling under it's spell, the bewitching song of the mountains and raw life. He was drawn by the wolf's mysteries and concealed secrets from lands beyond the Dome. Places far away from the god-forsaken, bubbled, apathetic existence he currently lead.
We're so different….+ he wistfully thought +Ookami-san must be proud and strong….while I….I'm merely a sad excuse for a wolf that even birds can easily beat up.+ Sourly he remembered a not so old episode with some crows on the street of the Meat Market. "Stupid birds," he muttered, brows furrowing in annoyance. "If it hadn't been for them I would've gotten some sausages, not been starving out here in th--" his tirade was abruptly cut by a distant sound. He immediately looked up, following it.
A faint far cry arose above the buzz of the midday city air. It soared with a swift up rush, persistently, palpitant and tense….until reaching its peak note, where it slowly began to die away.
For a moment everything stilled, as if it hadn't been a cry but a ghost….the phantom wail of a lost soul howling to the skies in misery.
Some people turned their eyes upwards too, worried expressions on their faces.
"What do you think that was?" "It felt so near! Do you think…." "Perhaps it was the Nobles doings….?" "Yeah, I think they caught another one to torture, them crazy scientists!" "But is ha—"
Tooboe could hear them all, all the murmurs and whispers moving back and forth between the mouths of the citizens, but he paid them no heed. For the humans it was just another typical anomaly, a crazy consequence of living so near the Scientists Research Grounds. But to Tooboe it was a sign.
The howl was a Call.
"Ookami-san!" He mindlessly dashed forward, skipping his own legs as his ears perked up trying to pinpoint the source of the wolf's cry. +I'm coming+
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In the intersection between the Rowden Street and the Clothes Crafters Boulevard, a girl sat propped against the façade of her house.
Her legs were crossed and the long dirty-yellow folds of her skirt spread wide around her.
Her brows were furrowed, coal-coloured eyes intent on the task at hand, her small pink tongue peaking out through the corner of her mouth. Her tiny hands moved quickly. First measuring then folding and refolding again. Shanna was her name, and in her hands she held the means to her future fortune.
Squared pieces of rose-coloured paper.
She was making paper flowers out of them. Or at least, trying to.
She'd felt lucky that morning no sooner she woke up, so she had gone out as always to walk around the Clothes Crafters Boulevard in search of discarded pieces of cloth or rags. She used them to sew patches in her father's and brother's clothes, or, if Lady Luck was on her side and linens in abundance, to make new ones too. Great had been her surprise when on Tono-sans garbage she'd stumbled upon a folded bundle. At opening it, she'd seen light, almost see-through paper inside. It was the butter-paper used by designers to make molds for dresses. She'd squealed in glee at the prospect of using it herself to design her own clothes, but as she was returning home, something in the Toys Shop caught her attention. A little light-bulb had flared in her mind as a new plan formed.
Up until now, all her attempts at paper-flower handicraft had been sadly pathetic. Her fourteen-years old hands and imagination should be, by now, more than used to dealing in delicate matters like folding and twisting….she had been sewing and maintaining her family's wardrobe for more than five years now. Yet still, this task presented itself as…. Impossible. +To Hell! I'll do this even if I become a prune trying+
This—stupid piece of—paper—will do—as—I say+
"Ha! Done!" She held the finished one up to the skies in self-proclaimed victory, a beaming smile on her face. "Now, twenty more of you and I'll be able to get enough money to buy the twirling….ehmm…bubbly thing," she said, doing rapid mental equations. The picture of the crystal ball filled with a liquid of changing colours and a dancing maiden twirling in the middle moved through her mind, making her mouth water in anticipation at the desire to possess the rare toy. She'd seen it only once at the Toy Shop, but already she'd made up her mind to have it +….whatever the cost.+
To ask for it to her tou-san was out of the question. He could barely support hers and her twin brother's maintenance with his underpaid job at the Nobles Coal Mines, lest he'd be able to buy a useless toy for her.
It doesn't matter. I'll get it myself, even if I have to spend all day folding up these stupid flowers+ she firmly grounded with her usual hard-headed determination.
Picking the finished flower up and putting it inside her dressess pocket, she readied herself to start another.
A minute went slowly by, followed by a second and a third. The pale light of the sun peaked out through heavy gray-green clouds when suddenly she heard the howl rising to the sky.
Shanna halted her task and, startled, looked up.
It was such a weird sound that, at first, she thought it might come from the Research Center. +But it doesn't seem to be coming from that direction….instead from….+ It had been near, she knew. As it rose in height and pitch, she could almost feel it sliding down her spine, resonating in her very bones.
Shivering, Shanna drew her arms around her, and moved them quickly up and down, hoping the friction might erase the sudden uncomfortable feeling.
"What is that thing?" she mumbled, looking to her right where the cry
if it could be called so- seemed to come from.
It was tense, strong…. and way too near for her comfort, yet at the same time so….distant, as if not being uttered now, but coming from the very depths of Time. A sadness and loneliness that knew no name.
Just as quickly as it started though, it stopped, wavering away to never be heard of again.
Shanna breathed out the air she didn't know she'd been holding.
So weird. I wonder what could've made it….+ Her thoughts were cut short, though, by a chilly breeze that passed blowing the scraps of paper on her skirt away.
The odd moment forgotten, she hurriedly scrambled up to retrieve them. "Oy, damn!"
It proved to be no easy task, of course. The coy breeze had taken them up in its airy folds, spreading them around. Panting, the girl followed. Her arms were outstretched and she shouted her indignation for the world to hear.
And the world paid her no heed.
Her feet padded rapidly in half-cobbled ground as she swiftly passed trash cans, street benders and people walking peacefully about, oblivious in their cold misery to the girl's distress.
She bumped against heavy-dressed ladies shopping, shouted a quick apology to some random boys when she stepped in the middle of their imaginary soccer field, and finally, panting hard with the chilly winter air creating puffy clouds as it left her now blue-tinged lips, Shanna stopped.
The last four or five pieces of the offending papers laid innocently at her feet, floating in a big black mud puddle.
Crap+ She groaned and cursed loudly at Lady Luck for the bitch she was being lately, using all the swear words she'd learned from her temperamental brothers.
"Dammit! Why me! Why doesn't anything ever go my way, for once! This is so unfair." She knew she was behaving childishly, but +Oh, what the Hell, if I feel like throwing a temper tantrum, I will. And I'll enjoy it, too+ Stomping, cursing and in general, venting off her bottled up fury, Shanna fell on her hands and knees to collect the papers.
"I swear for that big, bearded Kami up there that the day something ever comes out the way I want will be the day onii-sanll put to good use the hard muscle his got up the head, or pigs fly or moneyll rain down t—Ow!" she abruptly turned angry eyes up from her now sprawled-on-her-bottom position on the muddy ground. Someone had just unceremoniously stumbled upon her.
"Hey, you! Watch were you're going, you ass!" she bit out.
The figure on the floor next to her, whom to Shannas morbid pleasure had fallen face first in mud, groaned in pain and slowly sat up. It was a boy slightly older than her. A dirty, sored, now half-dazed boy. +And quite pretty, too+ she distantly conceded.
"G-gomen ne," he croaked, wincing as he massaged his sored forehead and cheek. " I wasn't paying attention. It's all my fault," he looked apologetically at her.
Shanna blinked. Never had anyone ever apologized to her. Usually they'd just yell back or simply walked away….but this! This was definitely new. So, despite all her efforts to remain angry, Shanna found herself blushing and stuttering a "no, that's okay."
"No, it's not! Are you hurt? Does it hurt somewhere?" The boy asked, standing up and reaching out his hand to help her stand. Then, he clumsily helped her brush the mud off the dress and pick up the once again spread about papers.
"Kuso!" she muttered as the only two flowers she'd manage to make and the rest of her work material laid wet and dirty in her hands. She sighed. +They're ruined….+
"Oh, no….I'm so so sorry. If I hadn't—now they wouldn't be—and you're all dirty, too….this is—I—I'm sorry" he said hurriedly, looking at the remnants of his blunder in her hands.
She shook her head. +Oh, unfair Kami. You make me bump with an idiot with big soulful eyes.+ Aloud, though, she forcibly smiled and said through gritted teeth. "It's ok. I'll….eh….get more, don't worry. Something'll come up."
The boy, though, wasn't paying much attention. He was frantically digging through his pockets. Suddenly, he stopped and stared intently at his left hand. He seemed to be deeply pondering something. Then, he closed his eyes and sighed. With his right hand, he removed a small object from his left wrist. Holding it to his chest for a moment, he abruptly fixed intent eyes on her.
Shanna blinked, and blushed.
He took one step forward. Bowing deeply, he reached the object out to her.
Now, she merely gaped, shocked.
It was a bracelet, a simple golden band that was probably made out of coloured metal or even plastic. But it was very thin and pretty in its simplicity, shinning in the yellow's different hues according to how the light touched it.
As the seconds passed and she merely stared, Tooboe fidgeted.
"Ehmm….I-I know it's not much but I don't have any money or anything valuable, so….ehmm…." he peaked up a her through brown bangs. "Please accept this as repayment."
Shannas mouth, that had closed itself sometime during his speech, once more fell open in surprise. +What the-+ This boy wanted to repay having ruined some, and being completely honest here, already ruined scraps of paper she'd found on someone else's garbage with a, though obviously cheap, ten times better bracelet!
She chuckled, and then erupted in a full blown laugh, teary eyes, tummy ache and all. Gods! The idea was so….so….ludicrous she felt she was going to explode!
Meanwhile, it was Tooboes turn to stare. And gape. The only-two-minutes-ago-wrath-induced´ girl was now laughing her head off, and not so metaphorically, either. Her cheeks were bright red, eyes streaming down tears, and she was hugging her middle as if her entrails were burning. Little did Tooboe know, that's exactly how Shanna felt at the moment.
Oh, Kami, I'm dying here! Ahahahahaha+ she thought, gasping for air to calm herself.
Little by little, she began to regain some semblance of composure. Rubbing the corner of her eyes, she said "….oh Kami. Ah, look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have blown up on you like that but," she smirked "you don't need to give me anything, ok? It was just some pieces of paper´. So, no harm done. Really."
Tooboe shook his head negatively and pressed the small metal band on her hands. He needed to repay her, after all. It was a matter of principles, ingrained in his head since his cub years by his obaa-san. If ever you damage anything, child, you incur in a debt that must be repaid. Remember this carefully, for it is what prevents us from becoming savages.´
"No, no. I did ruin your papers, and your flowers, and your dress, too! You have to accept it, please," he pressed.
"But—oh, don't be stupid! It was some paper I found lying around and this," she looked down, twirling the bracelet in her fingers "this is….ehmm….plastic?" she ventured, quirking an eyebrow.
Tooboe blushed, his right hand going absently to play with something inside the sleeve on his left wrist. +No, it's my only memory of obaa-san+
"Iie. It's bronze" he mumbled.
"Well, see? It's not worth the trade" she finished, smiling. No one had ever been so….solicitous with her before. It was a nice change, she thought.
"But, if you don't take it, how am I going to repay you? I-I bumped you, knocked you in mud, destroyed your….work. What if you'd been hurt? No, I already feel bad for the flowers….I just don't want to feel I owe you, too" he trailed off, looking down.
Shanna rolled her eyes exasperatedly. Though very endearing of him to be so worried, it was starting to become mildly irritating. Scratching her head in thought, and idea popped in her brain.
Rummaging in the big front pocket of her dress, she retrieved out something. It was a carefully rolled up paper. It was shinny and white in colour, with very small patterns of silver thread and a little floral scent of some kind. Tooboe sniffed the air slightly. He'd never smell anything like it before, and couldn't help smiling at its pleasantness.
It was, no doubt, a present-wrapping paper, and the scent was that of Sky Jasmine. Shannad found it in the dumpster bundle, along with the rest and had saved it to make a different bouquet for her tou-san. He liked flowers just as much as her kaa-san had.
Shrugging, Shanna began folding it meticulously as she'd done with the others. +Oh, well, let's pray that with this he stops bugging.+
Once she finished, she presented the paper flower to him. "Seeing as you won't give up, let's make a deal. Your bracelet for my flower, how bout that?"
Tooboe looked at the flower in surprise and was about to open his mouth to refuse when Shanna cut him up.
"Take it or leave it, but I won't have you giving me your damn bangle any other way. It's obvious your attached to it and am still not sure why you keep insisting anyway. So, what it'll be?"
Tooboe blinked, stunned. But then, seeing the resolution on the girl's black-coloured eyes, he relented. That and also because she had a quite dangerous annoyed twinkle in her eyes, like saying "push it and I'll throttle you."
"O-kay" he said, and the exchange was made.
The boy took the paper flower and brought it up for inspection. It wasn't much. Just a wrapped and twirled-on-itself paper. He sniffed it and smiled, amazed. "Hey, it looks real! And scented too!"
Shanna laughed. "You haven't seen many flowers before, now have you? Of course it's not even close to a real one! And the scent is that of jasmine, I think."
"Oh." He moved the flower this way and that, drinking in its every detail, as if it held many mysteries. "Mmm….what kind of flower is it?"
"I don't know. The only kind I know how to make, I suppose." She shrugged. "They're all the same."
"But, doesn't it….oh, I don't know, resemble some real flower or something?"
Shanna pondered this and searched in the recesses of her mind. Her mother had been the one to teach her how to make them, when she was still alive. She'd been an ikebana´ designer and her passion for flowers had reflected everywhere, even in her children. She'd been very keen arranging them and creating them out of paper, too. She could make many different kinds. Sadly, Shanna hadn't been able to acquire her innate ability, and the only she could make were….what was their name? White´….it was White´ something. White Cloud? White Sky?….White—White—
"Heaven!" she said abruptly, hitting her right fist against the palm of her left for emphasis. "They're called White Heaven´. My okaa-san taught bout them."
"White Heaven, huh?" Tooboe whispered, still staring at it. Somehow, it suited the delicate pearly-white thing perfectly. Smiling warmly, he bowed to her. "Doumo arigatou gozaimasu. It is beautiful."
Then, straightening, he asked "Can I ask you something? Did you hear a….ehmm….cry near here? I was sort of following it but I lost track."
Shanna blinked and nodded. "Yes, I did. It was some time ago." She looked around to get her bearings in where the Hell she had ended up after running so recklessly. She signaled with her hand up ahead, beyond a damp alley. "If I'm not mistaken, it should've come from there. Though I'm not very sure, I was some blocks away when it happened." Then Shanna gazed at him quizzically. "Why are you following it? Do you know who did it?"
"Iie" Tooboe rushed to answer "I'm just curious, that's all." He bowed again "Arigatou for your help….ehmm…what's your name?"
Shanna smiled, and extended her hand "Shanna. And yours?"
"Ah, it's Tooboe" he shook her hand, and for an instant she dazedly thought it felt….furry? Blinking and shaking her head to clear it she said:
"Tooboe?" she chuckled "that's a weird name…."
Tooboe flushed slightly. "Mmm….anyway, arigatou for your help, Shanna-san. It was nice meeting you." Flashing her a smile, he skipped away.
Shanna waved a slight good-by and stared after him. +Such an odd boy….+ Then, she blinked and gasped, awestruck.
For a moment there, she thought she saw the boy….vanish and a dog of a sort, run where he'd been.
Rubbing her eyes with the back of her hands, she fixed again her eyes on him. Already Tooboe was quite far away, but he was a boy alright, not a dog.
Shanna shook her head and turned around intending on going back home. +Ok. Recount of the afternoon: first a creepy cry, then my work-and backside- ruined by pretty-eyed, goody-goody-too-shoes boy that doesn't know the first thing about the workings of the world if his trading skills are to be taken seriously….and now I'm seeing things.+ She sighed +Oh, great Kami what a lousy joker you are with me.+
Tooboe trotted through the empty streets of this old part of the Dome. His head moved this way and that, nose and ears alert for any signs of the other. By his changing surroundings Tooboe knew he was nearing the Southern Wall of the Dome, the abandoned part, where the old Factory had resided.
The place was more like a huge hole in the ground than a part of a city. Pieces of once tall structures laid spread about in the space of several kilometers. Moss, ivy, and some weird looking trees had pervaded through everything, taking permanent residence. It was ruins and desolation. Vestiges of the human's destructive prowess. Amongst themselves.
Once this part had flourished thanks to the Factory, a place ruled by the Scientists that had housed and given work to thousands of people. But a revolution had taken place, and now only this sad picture of devastation remained; devastation and destruction that the citizens of the Dome had been subject to in the hands of the Scientists own Military Force-SMF- five years ago, on the times of the Great Strike.
The Nobles hadn't taken lightly being opposed to, even by mere citizens with clubs and rocks, so they'd retaliated with the latest weaponry, annihilating a quarter of the city's population, and completely erasing the Southern Side from the map.
Tooboe shivered. He'd witnessed the destruction first hand, heard the human's wails well into the night, seen their shredded bodies….too many to even try remembering, decomposing under that summer's sun. At the time, he and his obaa-san had fled to the Northern Part, away from the gas clouds and constant military pursuits. When everything had calmed, they'd returned home next to the other refugees. Those had been difficult times, were food and water had been scarce.
The Nobles had cut them, thus punishing the entire city for their rebellion. So, next to the ones that had died on the Strike, many others joined quickly afterwards, dying of famine, inanition or sickness.
Tooboe shook his head +And all that just for some petty political disagreement+
He moved through the detritus carefully, avoiding long spear-shaped pieces of metal here and chunks of buildings there. After the failure and collapse of the People's Revolutionary Front, this side of the city had been cleared of any living thing by the Scientistss Sweepers. A warning,´ his obaa-san had said to remind us all whom we serve…. And what happens to those who disagree.´
But, with the passing of time, and as all Military and policiacal movement disappeared from the site, gangs and rebel groups began hanging about the place and marked it as their own.
Swiftly, Tooboe skipped some cement rocks an moved towards the remnants of an edifice. Only it's lower part remain, for the top had been knocked down and spread in huge chunks all around it.
Approaching from a side he peaked inside and sniffed +Safe+ his mind supplied. Tooboe stumbled inside, moving through the darkness and up a set of barely half-standing concrete stairs.
His heart was beating madly and his palms felt sweaty as they slid through the right side wall. The place was so spooky and shabby that it was giving him the creeps.
Up he went, through one, two, three sets of stairs. He clumsily skipped rocks and assorted unknown things covered in dust or mud. At one point, though, he reached the top floor.
Stopping, Tooboe looked around. Again, he was facing the outside world, looking at it from the edge of the third floor's cement platform formed by the building's top-half-off.
Tooboe walked forward a few steps and, with surprising agility, jumped up and stood on the thin edge of a wall.
Reaching his head up, he sniffed the air. Dust, ashes, churned rocks….and the lingering scent of old death. It was the acrid smell of destruction and time….yet still no white wolf to be scented.
Tooboes mood dropped. +Perhaps Ookami-sans not here anyway+ He sighed. +It's useless….I won't ever see him again.+
He dejectedly sat on the wall's brink. The cold breeze swayed his bangs sympathetically in slow motion and he closed his eyes, shunning the foul view. The silence surrounding was complete, except for the soft swish of the wind passing through rock crevices and removing dust and debris.
"Oh, this is blithely stupid," he scolded himself aloud. " I can't be seriously expecting to pick up his scent from up here! Besides, he could be anywhere. Maybe, not even in the Dome anymore. Argh. If I had followed him when I had the chance….". Faintly Tooboe admitted that that wouldn't have been possible anyway.
He'd have teared me to shreds. Now that I think about it, what tells me he won't try this time, too+ He shrugged. +I don't care. He needs help and I'll make sure he gets it. Even if I have to force it on him.+
He didn't stop to think on the somewhat small problem of him never having fought before, or the other's twice-his-size-and-experience-on- the-biting-you-head-off field.
Standing up he jumped down from his perch. Once again his resolution to search for the white wolf was flaring. But as he was nearing the stairs to make his descent, Tooboe froze.
Sniff sniff He jerked his head to his right, high up, and inhaled again. Dirt, mud, but also very, very faintly was the distinct scent of cold electricity, like a brewing snowstorm.
It's him+ he internally squealed, rushing to the right edge +I can smell it, it's him! Where….where are you+ He forced himself to focus, to tune every other scent brought by the distant winds out, carefully analyzing everything. +It's so faint I can't—There+ His eyes flew open and fixed upon the debris of another fallen building, where a huge oak tree seemed to be sprouting from.
"I'm coming," he mumbled, more a reassurance for himself than anything else. Rushing down, he jumped and passed blindly through the edifice's interior once again.
"Wait for me, Ookami-san!"
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"The wild sleeping within is driving meto the eternal, endless, irreplaceable dream.
Like a climber ascending to the summit,
I want to reach someday the place of beatitude.
So I'll keep on walking,
Because I am the child of the journey.
I hear a voice,
From beyond the sky that stopped crying.
I am waiting for you.´"
:"Cloud 9" from Wolf's Rain:
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TRANSLATIONS:
Ookami: wolf
Onii-san: older brother/s
Gomen ne: I'm sorry
Iie: no
Otou-san: father
Okaa-san: mother
Doumo arigatou gozaimasu: thank you very much.
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Author's Note: Well, here you go chapter 04. Phew! It was a long one, a bit pointless for now but, you'll see...soon everything will make sense ) Anyway, thanks to Myaa for her review! This chapter is in your honor!
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C.o.m.t.e.s.s.a.
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"The big wave brought you/ words, any words/ your laughter/ and you so lazy and incessantly beautiful/...we talked and you have forgotten the words..."
J.L.B.