Red Flower
By: KuroiRuy
Wolf's Rain belongs to Bones; I simply borrow the cast for my own little amusement.
The newcomer stood watching as his grinning companion sat nude rummaging through the duffel bag pulling out fresh set of clothing. Turning around he scanned the perimeter, his eyes coming to rest upon the tattered carcass. Large strips of meat had been eaten off the animal; nothing remained but the gleaming white bones of the now decaying remains. Sighing he quickly withdrew a cell phone from the inside pocket of his suit, dialing the number he waited. After three consecutive rings a female voice answered.
"Blue this is Tsume, I am going to be late again."
Not bothering to wait for a response he hung up.
Rubbing his temples Tsume once again surveyed the area, taking on the details of the scene. He kneeled by the deer's remains and took on the grotesque picture of the half eaten mammal. Frowning he gently shook his head. This was going to be a problem; he would have to talk to him again.
Slowly getting up he clicked on his phone and dialed again. A raspy voice answered his call. Placing the cell phone between his shoulder and the ear he described the location and the details to the other end of the line. For a whole minute he subscribed the problem of the situation and the needed equipment for the job, finishing off with a growling warning to the one responsible for this mess.
He would have to talk to that pup! Frustrated even more by the young man's reckless behavior Tsume glanced at his watch. Growling softly under his breath he rushed off through the clearing straight for the main intersection.
"Kiba!" he yelled.
His call was brushed aside by the figure on the other side of the road; wearing the freshly brought high school uniform the young man pointed his hand to the opposite direction. Smiling to the older man he mouthed the word "school" and disappeared through the upcoming traffic.
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The neat piles of papers were beginning to stack up on her desk. The apology notes for the entire class that had been assigned to her as the punishment. The dreary thought of hand writing all those letters for more than thirty students in her class, yawning she glanced at her papers, selecting through few of them she selected what she considered the best. Digging through her pocket Cheza pulled out a few coins from her left over lunch. Counting through the change she finally noticed the younger boy sitting silently on the other side of the classroom.
He seemed to be in the better condition than she was. His own stack was way higher than hers as his hand moved violently upon the paper. Considering her options Cheza walked over to him, hoping to smooth out the early morning incident with their teacher. That bitch! Shuddering at the thought of the older woman's reaction at discovering her and new boy by her door.
"Uhm…how is your …uhm…work?" she asked, creeping up behind the boy's shoulder.
"Huh?"
"Your work! How is it?"
" Ohh…its coming along…I still have about twelve more to go…"
Looking at his work, the girl bent over his shoulder and lunged for the unfinished note. Grabbing it and reading through it she shook her head. The boy's writing was all crooked and seemed to be all over the place.
Sighning Cheza crumpled the paper up and threw it on the floor. Toboe sat gaping at her as the girl proceeded next to his neatly stacked up pile. She pulled on every single sheet observing it and discarding it with a shake of her head.
Finally Cheza picked out what seemed to her the most satisfactory of Toboe's work and turned to face the astonished boy.
"I want this one, okay?"
Confused by her request, Toboe simply managed to nod his head in a response.
Smiling, the girl rushed over to gather her own paper and without a word walked out of the classroom, leaving the astounded boy in the crumpled mess of his own work.
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That smell…what was it? It has been nearly two weeks since he picked up the scent. For unknown reason the effect that it had on him was astounding. He couldn't eat, sleep or think. The intoxicating essence overrode his brain, refusing to let the young man from its grip. His beast had snapped its hold last night, not that he minded, but it was an embarrassing mistake upon his inabilityto control it. No more! Today he would find the source to this unmistakable torture and break its claim on him…
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Standing by the copy machine Cheza watched as the papers emerged on the other side, neatly piling themselves. Letting out another suppressed yawn she scanned over each sheet and separated her work from Toboe's. Finalizing and gathering each of the stacks the girl snickered at thought of her professor turning bright red on discovering that only a single apology note was written and the rest reproduced from it. She said to get the entire apology notes ready for tomorrow; she didn't say how! Oh well, she had no energy or patience to fuss over the assigned punishment let alone get her hand overworked for it.Glancing through them one more time Cheza unlocked the door and gently clicked it shut.
The teacher's lounge was empty of its occupants at the moment, but not wanting to get further into any more trouble the young girl quickly walked through the empty hallway hoping not to bump into anyone along the way…
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His lazy movements didn't speed up as he made it to the school grounds, it seemed as the young man made it in every attempt possible to take his time. No books or a bookbag, just a roughly hung up school uniform was the only evidence to his status as a student.
Uncaring for the already late morning he silently progressed into the building, flexing his muscled in the process from the uncomfortable sleep on the ground from the night before. The aggravating headache was also a nice addition, not to mention the lecture that would be waiting for him from his older pack mate. Smiling to himself the young man weighted his option on simply ditching his class for a nice long nap in one of his more boring subjects.
Hallway was empty as he journeyed through the school and then it hit him. The scent! All the thoughts elevated to a simple urgency to find out to whom or to what it belonged to. Rushing, he dashedand unexpectedly bumped into something that let out a small yelp of surprise as a rainfall of papers surrounded him…
Sowwie for such a wait! My pc crashed a couple of weeks ago and I lost most of what I was planning to put up, thankfully not all of it! phew Here what wasn't lost and next chapter is defiantly goin to be longer! More will follow!