!WARNING! SPOILERS ON THE LOOSE, DON'T READ IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN ALL OF WOLF'S RAIN!!!

DISCLAIMERS

I don't own Wolf's Rain, even though it is my favorite anime at this point in time. And I don't think this really happened, this is just my view on what should have happened after the last episode when everyone is reborn. It makes me happy, and it does have a story plot, surprisingly. But yeah. Enjoy. And beware the remarkable amount of spoilers, yet again.

Tsume's POV

"Stupid rain," I murmured, shifting uncomfortably on my motorcycle, cursing my choice in clothes. Leather probably wasn't the best idea, considering the weather. But this is what I had, and I felt...antsy...like I had to get outside. I didn't like being cooped up anyway, but something was telling me that I had to get out. Something was calling me. I'd felt like this since several weeks ago, but who the hell cares? It's just a feeling, unworthy of being noticed...

The light changed color, and I took off as fast as possible. No where to go, but no where to stay...being a drifter was sometimes the pissiest thing to have been, but who the hell can stay in one place when no one wants you? I tried staying once, just to spite the bastards, but I was chased out soon after that. Murder isn't taken very well in Tokyo, so my first plan of action wasn't much of a choice.

I finally stopped at a gas station to pick up some Red Bull. Stuff tasted like shit, but whatever- it kept me going. As I reached into my pocket to grab my wallet, I felt like something wasn't right, then shrugged. Whatever, it wasn't my problem. As I dropped three seventy two on the counter, I heard a muffled cry from the back lot. Piss. I knew I was going to go and see whatever was going on.

Glancing around the corner, I felt my mood blacken even more. Damn. I was getting into something that I shouldn't have.

The boy was curled up in the corner, possibly the most pitiful thing that I had ever seen, trying to yell at a group of jackasses while hiding from them. A painful mew was coming from whatever the men had encircled, and I felt my nose wrinkle in disgust. I was about ready to go help the two things that I hated more than anything (except for maybe the taste of Red Bull)- a cat and a kid. It was lucky for them that I was in a pissy enough mood to do something about them.

"Hey, bastards," I snapped, stepping out from around the corner and giving them the biggest smirk I could remember. "Lucky for the kid that I'm in a pissy mood...I'll give you to the count of three to try to run."

"Who the hell do you think you are, punk?!" one of them demanded, standing up and popping his neck, trying to look tough. Jackass.

"One."

"I think this guy is serious," another one said with a chuckle, looking at me in sadistic amusement.

"Two."

"Maybe we'll let him get one hit in, make him feel like a big boy."

"Three." One of my feet connected with the leader's belly while my hand grabbed the white ball of lint that was the kitten. One of the idiots tried to rush me (poor stupid bastard) but was on the ground after a few swift, well-aimed kicks. The last one tried to make a run for it (punk), so I threw the kitten at the kid- cat's have nine lives, right?- and took of after him. For all that I hated kids and cats, little cowardly punk ass bullies pissed me off more.

He burst in through the back door to the gas station and went to grab some antisocial looking guy who was trying to buy beef jerky. Antisocial's stormy blue gray eyes flashed, and then Cowardly Ass Bully was flung into a pile of Seven Ups. The guy glared at me from under chocolate bangs, then turned back to the cashier, who looked like she was going to panic.

Another punk walked in through the front door and stared in amusement at Cowardly Ass Bully's unconscious body. "Well, isn't that interesting?" he said with a chuckle, taking a bite out of his Big Mac (Rhapsodic Melody- EW! SICKO! McDONALD'S SUCKS!!!) "Which one of you two did this, huh?" He glanced between me and Antisocial for a moment, and then I turned to walk back to where kid and cat were to get my Red Bulls.

"Thanks mister," the kid squeaked, still clinging to the cat and gazing up at me with hopeful eyes.

"What the hell are you doing out in the rain alone, anyway?" I snapped, picking up the energy drinks. "Lucky for you that I'm in a pissed mood, or else I would have left you for dead."

His amber eyes widened in horror. "They would have killed me?"

"Wouldn't take much, would it?" I turned to leave and heard splashing steps come after me. "What the hell do you want?"

"Uh...well...I...uh...."

Dumb kid. I stalked into the gas station and smirked at Big Mac and Antisocial, who were helping the cashier pick up the mess. Antisocial glared up at me. "Aren't you going to help?"

"It's not my fault that you decided to throw Cowardly Ass into a tower of sodas," I snorted, heading towards the door.

"If you hadn't chased him in here, I wouldn't have had to." His voice held the tiniest hint of anger in its monotonous drawl. Good, so he was getting as pissed at me as I was at him.

I couldn't stand people like him, so righteous and self-justified. World isn't like that, punk. Do what you can for yourself and get by- if someone's stupid enough t let you use them, go ahead and do it. Besides, the humans here weren't worth the effort, the primitive sons of bitches.

I was about ready to snap at Antisocial when I heard a sneeze and a pitiful mew from behind me. "Can't you shut that damn flea bag up?" I snarled, turning t fix the kid with the deadliest glare I could manage.

He shrank away before muttering, "I think she's hungry. I found her in a box on the side of the road-"

"Why should I give a damn?" I growled, heading for the door yet again.

"Uh...mister?"

"What the hell do you want now, pup?" I felt him twitch. Stupid ass. Did he really expect me to not notice that he was a wolf?

"Uh...um...can...can you give me a ride home?" he squeaked. "It's raining, and I'm tired, and..."

"Shut the hell up. Where do you live?" I couldn't believe that I was going to put up with this whining bray longer than I needed to. Maybe my paternal instinct was kicking in.

The kid's eyes brightened. "You're seriously going to take me home?"

"Only if you tell me where you live and then shut the hell up," I growled, and turned to leave, the Kid hot on my heels.

"My name's Toboe," he offered as we reached my bike. "What's yours?"

"Tsume," I grumbled, and offered him my helmet.

Rhapsodic Melody- Well, what do you think? It's my very first one, so leave me alone!!! Not really, comment all you want. I know Tsume probably shouldn't have been the first person to have his view, but he's my favorite, and it made me sad that he died all alone, so here's his compensation.