Edit:/ (13AUG15) some minor editing here and there.
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Training I
Disclaimers:I'll say it once and nevermore. I will never in my lifetime own Wolf's Rain no matter how hard I wish it may be. Alas, that is not meant to be . . . Oh, well. That's what fanfiction is all about, ne? Oh, and, I'm obviously not making any profit off this—only entertaining and tickling one's mind through my writing. Even if it sucks.
Note: Semi-AU (not completely sure, still in process)
Not sure about the pairings since I haven't read any good ones. Oh, and it's my first Wolf's Rain fic so . . . Pocky Sticks anyone?
Ah, gotta quit rambling. Onward!
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Ultraviolet lights were reflected off glass panes as early morning sunlight filtered through curtain-covered windows. That was, until a hand yanked it aside, allowing blinding light to flood in, splashing on a slumbering face of one Hige.
The rust-haired boy whined, pulling the covers over his head and rolled over to his side, and promptly resumed his disturbed sleep without a second thought.
"Get up."
"Hrnn." The form curled up.
"Get up, porky."
"Shaddup." He cuddled further into a ball with arms over his ears. "Go away, Tsume."
"Dammit, I said GET UP!" The taller male ripped the sheet of protection from the young adult thus causing him to shiver from the sudden coldness, revealing him in only a loose flannel pants and white t-shirt.
Wearily rubbing away his sleep, Hige rose to a sitting position, half-heartedly glaring at the older male. "What the hell bit you in the ass?" He yawned, stretching and arching his back, hearing his bones pop.
"Wherever the hell you hailed and crawled out from" Tsume retorted as he threw the covers at the boy, stalking out of the room.
"'Wherever the hell you hailed and crawled out from'," Hige indignantly mocked as he shoved the sheets aside, scratching his morning scratches, and made way to the bathroom only to find it occupied. "Geez, I wonder who pissed in his breakfast?" He sighed and looked around for a clock. Spotting one down the hall, the age-old clock told that it was only 5:30 in the morning. "5:30. He woke me up at 5:30. Why the helldid he woke me up at 5:30 in the goddamn morning? On a Sunday no less!" Maybe it's a calling? I mean after all, Idid miss yesterday's meeting for an once-in-a-lifetime all-you-can-eat-for-free . . . and skipped classes too. . . shouldn't mention that to the others.
The eighteen-year old heaved an aggravated groan, childishly glaring at the clock as if it would give back his hours of missed sleep. Unfortunately, the clock ridiculed the boy when the bathroom door met his face quite unceremoniously.
"YWEOCH!"
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A head full of damp brown hair poked out, soft colored blue eyes blinking for a moment before realizing who it was with puffs of steam lazily rolling out behind him-almost appearing like the form in front of him went through a time-warp of some sort.
"Oh."
"Oh? Is that all you can say, Kiba? Oh?" His gold eyes widen in disbelief, "What happened to 'Sorry' or 'Didn't see you there'! Even better, 'Watch it!'"
A slight roll of the other's eyes as he took step out of the bathroom, donning in only a white terry towel wrapped around his lithe frame, and spoke in the tone that could only belong to Kiba, "Move."
Face faintly scrunched up, he obviously was not expecting that form of response, but complied nonetheless. Hige had to give into temptation about Kiba's state of dress, commenting, "You're not gonna go out like that, are you?"
Padding past the shorter boy, the brunette glanced over his shoulder when he paused. "What if I did? What would you care?"
Blinking in wonder, he squint his eyes, checking his temperature and the younger boy with the back of his hand-fit forgotten. "Are you okay, Kiba? Did the steam get to your brain or something?" Normally, the enigmatic seventeen year-old would roll his eyes and be on his oh-so-merry way.
The brunette waved the hand away with a faint grunt and trekked to his room.
Rust-colored hair moved about as he shook his head, clearing it of thoughts as his stomach growled for solid food. "I know, I know." He patted his tummy and entered the washroom. "I wonder what Blue is serving for breakfast?" Turning the shower faucet on, the young adolescent tested the water.
"KIBA! You used up all the hot water!"
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His ears perked from the exclamation made by Hige, looking up from his small serving of raw beef. The youngest of the five, Toboe, glanced over to Kiba who had just entered the kitchen that merged with the common room, wearing his usual clothing, with a questioning expression.
The recipient of the gaze merely shrugged, walking over to the fridge and served himself a jug of water. Blue, sitting next to the mahogany-haired teenager, had finished her morning meal, now sat with her arms crossed on top of the white marbled table with her back facing the sink.
Few minutes in and the four occupants –Tsume was in the living room—heard the loud stomping of Hige although it died when he came down the steps, appearing as if nothing had happened at all and trudged over to the remaining plate of food for him, grinning at Blue in thanks. Wolfing it down in seconds flat, he smacked in lips in savor of the flavor.
"Tsume, why are we up so early?" Toboe had his cheeks in his palms, head tilted to the side as he gaze inquisitively at the eldest. "It's not a calling is it?" Toboe had his mind shut off during the briefing after the tedious lectures on usual procedures though he had voiced Hige's mental question. Blue and Kiba, on the other hand, had to tend to the shop but knew from past experience that getting up early was an indicator of some sort.
Regularly, the group received three callings a week, at most. It was rare for them to have any more than that since they recently received two new bodies to their group: Toboe and Hige. Once the two adjusted to the superior's liking, then the mission would range from receiving none to several in a span of one week. Aside from that, they would typically receive their missions in the evening rather than early morning. Their front, of course, was five humans working in a pet shop of various animals with Kiba, Toboe and Hige in school, leaving Blue and Tsume with the shop until the afternoon.
"Of course it is. If it wasn't then Tsume wouldn't have bothered dragging Hige out of bed," Blue replied with a slight smirk at the imagined sight, and then softly chuckled.
"It wasn't my fault I wasn't here for yesterday's meeting!" Hige exclaimed in a huff as he pouted his lips childishly.
"Right," The smaller teenager stole a glance at the other with a roll of his eyes.
"Weren't you paying attention at the briefing, runt?" Tsume asked as he turned his head to the right, facing the others in the kitchen, eyes slightly narrowing.
Still not use to his piercing look, the youngest squirmed under the silver-haired man's stare and cast his ambers orbs downward.
"We're leaving for camp" Kiba replied to the unanswered question from the opposite side of the table from Hige, lowering the jug to the counter.
Before the two latest additions could clarify it with enthusiasm of ditching school, Tsume abruptly cut in, deflating the bubbling joy.
"Training camp."
"What! Why?" Hige exclaimed as a look of disbelief and bewilderment crossed his face. "Didn't we all go through that hell?"
"We went through it as individuals" corrected the brunette.
"For how long?" Blue asked as she ruffled the sullen teenager's hair in comfort.
"That woman, Cher, said for at least a month if not more but it depends entirely on the team," Tsume shrugged as he returned to his magazine of National Geographic. No, it wasn't to further expand his knowledge but for the scenery of the wildlife that he once long ago experienced and craved for. He continued after a moment, "I really don't care either way."
"If that's the case, then what's the excuse for the Kiba, Toboe, and Hige to be out of school for that long?" Blue inquired, slightly concern if their cover should ever be blown; deliberately ignoring his underlying meaning and callous tone.
"Don't worry so much, Blue," Toboe smiled reassuringly as he patted her hand, oblivious to underlying tone of Tsume's comment, returning the compassion. "I'm sure Cher could think of something excusable for that long period of time."
"Probably the death of a relative outside the country and maybe add in some airport delays and if we're lucky, say we were hijacked," Hige smirked as he laced his fingers behind his head that was cocked to the side after the initial shock wore off, "I mean, the three of us arebrothers, after all."
"Let's go." The eldest stated, not paying any attention to the meaningless squabbles being exchanged, as he rose from the armchair and made way towards the kitchen using the back door to gain access to his vehicle.
The males started to head out the door until Toboe noticed that the raven-haired woman wasn't budging from her spot.
"Blue? Aren't you coming with us?" He queried with questioning eyes. Asking that question caused the other two to stop in their steps with Hige looking back whereas Kiba just waited.
"Yeah, aren't you?" Hige raised a questioning eyebrow up.
Rising from the chair with one hand gesturing to the room behind her and the shop below, she faintly smiled sympathetically. "Sorry boys. Someone got to take care of the shop while the team's gone."
"Can't Cher get an agent or someone here?" Hige asked hopefully. "I mean, the camp's gonna be a drag without you."
"She has to stay," Kiba said simply, turning around. Before one of the two new recruits asked any more, he continued, "If you two haven't noticed from previous missions, Blue stayed behind."
The two blinked, dumbfounded at the new information, however, Toboe managed to find his voice. "Why?"
"For the same reasons she stated," he replied, "as well as being a substitution if one of us fell ill or severely injured."
"But we don't normally get sick and if we got hurt, we heal pretty quickly after a day's or so rest," Hige countered.
"That is what Cher told us." The brunette turned about and headed out. "Come on."
Amber and gold eyes glanced at each other before settling on blue ones, wondering about the previous statement. 'That is what Cher told us.' 'Us?' Cher never told them that before. Maybe he was referring to the original team before they arrived, which only comprised of the three.
She smiled weakly and waved. "Have fun, boys."
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So what do you think of the story? I don't think I've read/seen a fanfiction with such a plot as this so I decided to make one! I hope I got the characters down, though I have an inkling feel that I didn't. Oh well. Since this little project is Working In Progress
(much like the rest of my stories), I'll update it whenever I can, which I think is at least once a month. If I'm on a writing spree then expect two. Be kind and review since you've read it to the end!
Sankyuu!