Disclaimer: I don't own Wolf's Rain…blah blah blah….yadda yadda yadda… And any grammatical errors, I don't care. My finger's broken, for Pete's sake…well…Kiba's sake. Or Tsume's. Yum Tsume…

Cher's Point of View Mysteries "They disappear as reality is rushing to the floor…"

I bit my lower lip as I drove down the winding road to Hell. Darshia had named it that, and it was certainly fitting. I've never seen a more dismal place in my life. My heart tightened with guilt at the knowledge that I was bringing Cheza there.

Turning to face the girl, I forced a smile. "Why are you so sad, Cheza? You're just visiting my work."

Cheza shivered, tears forming in her scarlet eyes. "The Other Ones are screaming. Can you hear them?"

Frowning, I strained my hearing, but only caught the soft whir of my motor. "I can't hear anything, Cheza. Are they saying anything?"

"The Other Ones are scared and hurting. The Other Ones are so afraid that they cannot speak, only scream." She pulled her knees up to her chest and closed her eyes. A tear made its way down her pale cheek; her body started trembling. "This place is so cold."

I turned on the heater. "There's a blanket on the seat behind you." She didn't move except for her trembling, simply sat staring at the dashboard. "What's wrong, Cheza?"

"They won't stop screaming. The Wolves are howling with them. They are as sad as This One is to hear the Other Ones cry." She lifted her head to gaze at the building before us. "The Other Ones are in this place, this cold, cold place."

I held up my I.D. to the guards and put the blanket over Cheza's shoulders. She was looking around now, eyes still bright with tears, almost as though she was looking for something. "What are you looking for?"

I barely caught the word. "Kiba…"

"Kiba? Doesn't that mean fang?"

Cheza simply stared out the window with her unseeing eyes. "This One knows They are not here."

"Who is 'they', Cheza?" She was so hard to understand. I knew that she was insane, or at least so psychologically traumatized that she was something close to it, but the things that she said truly seemed to have some sort of meaning in them…

"Cher."

I gasped and turned my head to gaze at Darshia's terrifyingly beautiful face. "S-sorry, Sir. You startled me. Why are you…?"

He gazed past me at Cheza, who was cowering away from him, even as he started to smile. "Cheza."

"She's a little bit shy…Why did you want to see her so badly, Sir?" I took off my seatbelt and reached for Cheza's, surprised at how still she was. "The only thing truly interesting about her is the fact that she's completely insane."

"Come with me. Bring Cheza with you." He turned away, dark hair swirling around him like a lost shadow. Something about him was so romantically and tragically beautiful, cold and untouchable while still understanding and wise in a way that couldn't be explained…

"Yes, Sir. Come on, Cheza."

Darshia led us past the usual labs where I worked and opened a thick steel door. There was silence on the other side, complete and deadening. As his eye was scanned for entry, he started talking. "Have you heard about the Wolves seen at the Canine's Riot?"

"Yes, Sir. Three of them." I wrapped an arm around Cheza's trembling shoulders. Why was she so scared?

"What do you think of them?"

"Wolves aren't known to cause human deaths, and they should stick out pretty well in Tokyo. I think they're only a minor nuisance, Sir."

"What if I told you there were more than three?"

I hesitated. "How many more?" The door opened, and I gasped as Cheza hid her face in my shoulder, sobbing.

Row upon row of cages were lined on the wall, all containing Wolves of every shape, size, and color. Puppies, round and sad-looking, gazed at me with pleading eyes. Old Wolves, graying, blind, and toothless, sat still in the cages, lifeless and broken. Even the Wolves in the prime of their lives, young, sleek, and hauntingly beautiful, stared out at me with horrid despair. All were quiet, except for one at the end of the hall.

"She's new." Darshia strolled past me toward the cage where the angry barking was coming from, his footsteps breaking the silence. "Would you like to see her?"

"Why are…?" I gazed at the cage where the new Wolf was. She had curly fur of black, silver and reddish-brown, all a stark contrast to her flashing green eyes. Her lips were curled back in a snarl and there was a bare spot on her chest where I could see stitches.

"Someone shot her before we could safely recover her." Darshia had a crooked, cruel smile on his face as he gazed at the Wolf. "It's amazing she survived."

"Why are they all here?" I whispered, staring at her in amazement. "Where did they all come from?"

"Hayo."

"Yes, Sir?" An albino man in a lab coat came out of a door nearby, gazing at me thoughtfully from behind thin glasses.

"Show Cher the reality of this."

Hayo narrowed his creamy pink eyes at me as he smiled. "Of course, Sir. Please step back, Ma'am." I moved away as several soldiers came, all holding the poles with loops that are used to catch animals. "The Newbie, gentlemen, if you would."

Someone opened the Wolf's cage. She came charging out, a blur of colors, straight at Darshia, and would have had his throat had one of the soldiers not caught her around the neck. Snarling, she twirled, enraged, and charged towards him, only to be caught around one paw, and then another and another. Finally, every one of her limbs was caught and she lay prone on the ground, eyes flaring as she gazed up at all of the soldiers.

Hayo jabbed her with a pole until she abruptly changed shape. I gasped and stared down at her with wide eyes. She looked…human.

"Oh my God," I whispered, staring down in disbelief at her still figure. "She…"

"Wolves walk among us." Darshia knelt down in front of her, smiling his crooked smile. "It's a perfect disguise- like a Wolf in a sheep's skin. You don't know until they blow their cover."

I knelt down next to her as well, still not quite believing. "Can…can she talk?"

"Of course!" I jumped back in shock as she snarled at me, emerald eyes flashing. " 'First came the Wolf, and Man became its messenger.'" She thrashed against her binds, lurching the soldiers with her. "I have as much of a soul as you do! I can talk, I can think, I can feel…YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO CONDEMN ME!" Tears flew from her eyes as she screamed the last part, lunging even harder against her ties.

I looked up at Darshia, who had stood silently, feeling my heart twist. She seemed to be right, if she had enough intelligence to argue in such a logical and emotional manner…

"This One is sorry…so sorry…" Cheza knelt next to the Wolf, shedding tears of her own. "This One is sorry you hurt." She reached out and gently touched the Wolf's cheek.

"Cheza!" But the Wolf didn't snap at her, simply let out a soft sob, tipping her head down in defeat.

"Run," she whispered, red hair covering her face. "RUN!"

Cheza stared down at her in shock. "This One does not understand…"

"RUN! THEY'LL DO HORRIBLE THINGS TO YOU! GET OUT!"

Abruptly, all of the other Wolves began howling and crying, slamming into their cages and clawing at the walls. Several of them also changed into their human form, screaming for Cheza to run, to escape before "they" killed her.

"Put her away," Darshia ordered, seeming to be oblivious to the Wolves' distress. The soldiers threw her disjointedly back into her cage, slamming it shut and locking it. "They'll stop crying soon. They always do." He turned towards the door that Hayo came through. "Come along, Cher, Cheza. There's more that I need to show you."

My heart was pounding as I gently led Cheza into the next room, steadying myself on her slim frame. An orb, huge and filled with some kind of liquid, hung from the ceiling. Monitors were hooked up to it, blank because of the lack of a subject.

"Again?" Cheza whispered, staring up at it. "Again must This One sleep?"

"Yes." Darshia turned to me. "Cheza is to stay in that orb."

"How will she breathe? How will she eat? How-"

"Don't worry, Cher. She'll be safe. The substance in there is…shall we say…'fertilizer'." He smiled to himself, obviously amused. "My people will take care of her. I have something else I want you to do."

I hesitantly let Hayo take Cheza, who seemed as scared of him as she was of Darshia, before following my boss. He offered me a package, his one cerulean eye gleaming as he looked down at me.

"What is it?" I asked, turning it slowly in my hands.

"Open it. It's your new assignment."

Slowly, I pulled off the cloth that covered it and gazed down at the book. "The Book of the Moon?" I flipped through the pages, frowning slightly. "What is this?"

"The truth. Are you a member of any religious group?"

"No…This is a religious book?" I looked at the pictures, most of which contained Wolves and flowers. "This is the first religious book that I've ever seen with pictures in it…"

"It details where the Wolves come from and what they are looking for on this earth. I need you to read it and visit the cult known as the Moon's Messengers to get more information."

"Visit a cult! Sir, I'm not sure if I-"

His eye looked straight into me, power in its sapphire depths. "You WILL do it, Cher."

"Y-yes, Sir."

"Good. Now go talk to Hayo. He'll help your project get started." With a swirl of dark hair and whisper of mystery, Darshia was gone.

Author's Notes: Well well well…that should hold some Darshia freaks over for a bit. He's so creepy, but so…attractive…Too bad I'm a Tsume fan girl. I love mes a bad boy…ANYWHO! I'll try to update again, but…if my finger is as messed up as I think it is…It could be a while. AI LOVES ALL OF YOUS!