Disclaimer: I do not own Wolf's Rain, but Sakura does belong to me.
Author's notes: Okay, guys. This is the prologue that I wrote after I wrote Sakura. So um...this story just keeps getting removed and added and removed and added. If you're a fan, PLEASE please just sit and relax. I'll have some stuff goin' on here soon enough, I hope. Again, if you're a fan, I apologize for the adding and removing, I really do. Thank you SO much for reading!!
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Sakura stood against the wall of some apartment building, one foot against the wall and the other on the ground for balance. It was mid-fall. In a city from long ago, there would have been golden and orange leaves falling from trees. But in this town, the only indication was the colder weather.
It didn't bother her much. She'd been through harder weather in harder times. She stood with a cigarette between her lips, taking a puff every so often and watching the smoke curl into the brisk air. The smoking gave her something to do with her hands, so they didn't pick at the scabs on her arms, or even worse, cause more lesions on her pale skin.
She said nothing, simply watching the people bustle about her. She seemed to be in a sort of...marketplace. There were little kiosks set up around the area, along with the restaurants, so there was no doubt a large amount of people. She kept pressed against the wall, her oddly colored eyes following one person at a time.
She didn't like to be bothered, and only approached people out of sheer desperation; when she'd used all of her money and eaten all of her food, or, in severe cases, needed medical attention. A handful of these events had ever happened, and she was damn grateful.
She didn't like people. She didn't trust people. She didn't even want to be around people. But she was forced to. She knew that leaving the dome would be simply suicide... but she did like to think about it often.
The black haired girl dropped the cigarette, snuffing it out with the heel of her boot. She crossed her arms, not moving from her position, as though she were ready for someone to sneak up from behind her. To match her hair, she wore mostly black boots. Black winter boots, a sort of charcoal skirt, torn fishnets, a plain red top and a tattered black leather jacket. On her shoulder was a backpack, holding all she owned.
She hoped, prayed that if she dressed in black that she could blend into the backgrounds; become a mere shadow and slink along without being noticed. But, alas, that usually didn't happen, especially in this bustling market place.
She could hear a distant yell and the sound of sirens, but she didn't pay much attention to it. Instead, she concentrated on listening to the people around her. She would listen to a conversation for a few seconds, roll her eyes and concentrate on another. Her eyes fell on an older pair of women, one dressed in a long coat and the other in a simple skirt and top. She was a good fifteen, maybe twenty feet from the pair, but she could still hear the conversation.
"Did you hear? Someone found a wolf in town....can you believe it?" The older woman said, surprise showing in her voice.
Sakura took a hard gulp, moving away slowly from the market place.
"What is this world coming to? You don't...suppose, it was just a big dog, do you?"
She walked away, quickening her steps and gripping tighter on her backpack.