Flight to Paradise

Disclaimer: I do not own Wolf's Rain or it's characters. Just my OC.

Kiyoi walked into the warehouse where she was greeted by the pack jackass, Len.

"'Bout damn time, Kiyoi.Gentaru missed his little punching bag."

"It's my day off. He's not going to beat today."

"You got home late. That cost ya." Len chuckled. Kiyoi sighed.

"I don't feel like beating her up, Len. Her other wounds haven't healed yet." A man dressed in black pants, a white shirt, and a red jacket walked up. He had hazel-green eyes and reddish-brown hair. In truth, he was a wolf, the same wolf that beat the hell of Kiyoi for trying to escape. Kiyoi sighed.

"You're just saying that." She stated, glaring holes through him. Gentaru smiled.

"You know what? You're right." He punched her to the ground. "But's all I'm going to do tonight. Go to bed." He walked off. Kiyoi sat up and rubbed her jaw. Thank goodness, it wasn't broken. She walked in a different direction, to the far corner of the warehouse.

Kiyoi came to a stack of boxes, hidden away in the shadows, even in the day. One box was missing which allowed her to crawl into the stack. Crouching, she carefully went through the hole. Inside was a small bed, a water dish, and a calendar. A stone slab hid a hole in the concrete in which she kept a journal. She pulled it out and flipped through the pages till she found her last entry. Picking up a pencil from the hole, she started to write.

Since she had 'joined'Gentaru's pack, it had been nothing but torture and pain. Everyday was a living hell, a test to survive. She barely made it through. The only thing that kept her going was the memories of her family.

"Momma! Momma!" Kiyoi ran up to the black wolf. Her bright red eyes stared down at the young Kiyoi. A pup, only four months old, she was very lively. She hardly slept. Nothing could keep her down.

"Yes, Kiyoi?"

"Can we go swimming please?"

"Not today, honey."

"Why not?" Kiyoi whined.

"Because I'm going to tell you a story."

"A story?" Kiyoi blinked, her tail wagging in curiousity.

"Yes. A story of Paradise."

"What is Paradise, momma?"

"A beautiful place. Only wolves can enter this heavenly place. At least, that's what is said. Every wolf dreams of finding it."

"Even you?"

"Yes. Even me."

"WOW! I wanna see Paradise." The black wolf laughed.

"You will, honey. When you're older."

Kiyoi smiled at the thought. Such memories were her home away from Hell. But then there came the memories of the day her mother died.

"Momma, get up. Please. We need food. Please, momma, get up." Kiyoi nudged her mother gently. The wolf opened her eyes and stared at the pup.

"Kiyoi, I can't move. I'm afraid I never will again."

"Don't say that, momma. You'll make it. Come on." The wolf laughed weakly.

"Kiyoi, come here. I want to hold you." Kiyoi wiggled her way under her mother's arm and laid down. In a soft tone, her mother began to sing. Kiyoi knew the song. Her mother sang it often. She listened to the lyrics carefully so she'd always remember them. Her eyes began to tear up. Suddenly, her mother stopped. Kiyoi looked up. Her mother didn't move nor make a sound. She was gone. Kiyoi started to cry and whine. She hated this. She absolutely hated this. Her mother and siblings had died leaving the six-month old cub to fend for herself.

Kiyoi didn't cry, but she sighed heavily. It wasn't long after that Gentaru's pack had found her. They had been nice at first, nursing her back to health and caring for her. But when she tried to leave, they wouldn't let her, and that's when the torture began. It started with occasional slaps but grew into beatings as she got older. Now, the two and a half year old, almost three, was covered in scars and bruises. No one cared that she was in pain. She was only seen as a homeless teenager and no one cared. She finished her writing and put the journal and pencil back in the hole, covering it with the stone slab. As she laid down, she heard Len's mocking voice.

"That Kiyoi. She needs to learn that we've given her all that she's ever needed. A home, food..."

"Discipline? She gets plenty of that!" One of the wolves remarked. A sudden burst of laughter caused Kiyoi to curl up in ball and ignore them. Why couldn't they just lay down and die? Why couldn't they have let her die? She sighed and started to sing the same song her mother used to sing.

"Oka no ue ni fuku midori wo wataru kaze

Anata to kita no wa hon no kimagure

Hohoemu sora e to ude wo nobasu senaka

Anata no subete wo mamoritaku naru..." She fell asleep as the laughter faded into nothing.