Flight to Paradise
Disclaimer: I do not own Wolf's Rain or it's characters. Just my OC.
Tsume walked down the street, his hands stuffed in his pockets. The cool night air blew gently, barely rustling the leaves. He didn't go back to others. Instead, he decided to walk around town for awhile. He thought about Kiyoi had told him.
"Why didn't you try and escape?"
"Don't you think I've tried? That's why I'm covered in so many scars. Every time I tried to escape, he beat me harder. It's total hell!" Kiyoi stared at the ground. Tsume didn't say anything more.
He sighed and looked at the sky. The stars shone brillantly above while the moon illuminated the streets. He knew they had to help Kiyoi but how? How could he repeat what he was told? It was just plain awful.
Kiyoi felt like a thousand knives had stabbed through her. Blood dripped to the ground, leaving a trail as she walked in the alleys. She was barely alive. When she reached a clearing just outside the city, she collasped, blacking out from a major loss of blood.
Blood. Lots of it. The air reeked of its foul scent. Tsume covered his nose to keep himself from retching. Then it hit him. That scent. It was Kiyoi's blood. He started to run. He had to find her and soon. If she lost too much blood, she would die.
Tsume panted. He couldn't find her. The trail of blood he'd been following was leading him in circles. What was he going to do? He couldn't let Kiyoi die, but he didn't even know where she was. Walking down an alley, he came out into a clearing and saw a dark shape lying on the ground. He ran over to it. It was Kiyoi. She was covered in fresh scars, bruises, and wounds.
"Kiyoi!" He knelt beside her and lifted her off the ground. So much blood. Would she live? He gently shook her. "Kiyoi, wake up. You're not going to die because of some bastard wolf. I won't let you." He stopped. Had he just said that? He had been nicer to her than the others since they had met and that was just the other day. He shook his head. There wasn't time for such thoughts. "Kiyoi, just hang on. I'll get help." He stood and raced back to Kiba and the others.
"Oh, my God!" Hige screamed seeing Kiyoi's bloody and beaten body. Kiba's eyes were wide in horror. Toboe couldn't even manage a sound.
"Don't just stand there. She needs help." Tsume almost shouted. Hige and Toboe nodded, unsure of what to do.
"I'll go get some bandages. Tobe, you and Hige go find some water." Kiba ordered and took off. Hige and Toboe ran towards the nearest lake. Tsume brushed Kiyoi's bangs out of her face. He started to growl until Cheza walked over and kneeled beside the wolf. Softly, she began to sing.
That voice...It's so beautiful. Who's singing? Why do I smell flowers?Is it the Flower Maiden?
Kiyoi woke to find herself wrapped in several bandages. Her sensitive nose twitched as the smell of her own blood filled it. She looked around. Kiba, Hige, and Toboe were laying by the fire, asleep.
"Tsume..." Scanning the camp area, she looked around for the wolf but couldn't find him. Grabbing a stick, she stood, her legs trembling. Using the stick as support, she sniffed the air for his scent, limping every step.
Tsume stared up at the night sky,a black velvet blanket covered with stars with a pale moon in the center. He sighed. He couldn't sleep. The image of Kiyoi's battered body haunted him too much. A cooling breeze blew from behind, carrying a familiar scent. He turned.
"Kiyoi, what are you doing up here? You should be resting." The girl smiled and walked over to him, collapsing. He caught her and helped her up.
"You can't keep me down that easily." She said in a near-whisper. He sighed.
"You nearly died. You call that easy?" He looked at her. Her eyes held a far away look. She sighed and looked to the sky.
"I've had worse. He's nearly killed me many times. But I live. Somehow, I live." She nuzzled into his chest. He started to blush. "You're the only who cared, Tsume. You're the only who cared enough about me to help me. I thank you for that. For being the friend I never had." She felt a tear slide down her cheek. Tsume was speechless. No one cared? Did anyone even notice the scars she had? Why would anyone ignore such an obvious thing? Then again, humans were thick-minded creatures. They worried mostly about themselves, waiting for someone else to do something for them. It was awful. "I want to escape, to see Paradise, to live out my mother had planned for me. But living like this, how can I? Mine is a pathetic exsistence." Tsume wrapped his arms around her and held her close. Kiyoi's eyes widened.
"It might be seem that way, but there is more planned for you. I'll help you. I won't allow you to live this way any longer." He told her. She smiled. 'Tsume...' She snuggled against him. "Kiyoi?" She looked up at him.
"Yes, Tsu..." No sooner had she looked up that he pressed his lips to hers. Her eyes widened to immense size. Was this really happening? What did it really matter? She closed her eyes and kissed him back. Seconds seemed like hours. There was no way this could be real. Yet it was. Kiyoi wanted the moment to last forever. A few moments later, they parted and said nothing. Kiyoi rested her head under the crook of his neck, purring contentedly. 'I will not let her live in this hellhole any longer.' Tsume listened to her purrs and smirked. "Beautiful moon tonight." Kiyoi murmured absent-mindedly. Tsume looked up and nodded.
"Sure is." 'A kiss under the moon...' He laughed silently. 'Sounds like one of those romance novels.' Kiyoi yawned and drifted off to sleep. Tsume smiled. Gently as possible, he lifted her up and walked back to camp.
(Okay. Tsume is way OOC, but to tell the truth, it's actually quite refreshing, as stated by Night Imp. Thank you all for the reviews. Hopefully, the next chapter, will be the last. More fluffiness ahead and perhaps a little angst. )