Disclaimer: I do not own wolfs rain or its characters, I only own the idea for this fanfic. This is only created for enjoyment… I have no intent on profiting from it.
Warning: This fanfic is boyxboy and will inevitably contain something along the lines of YAOI, you have been warned.
It should also be noted that this fanfic starts off where wolfs rain ends…

Searching
By Darks Light

Sometimes a being, resentful for what it couldn't achieve while alive, will be reborn. However, to gain consciousness of the past events requires a strong will, this is necessary to complete what couldn't be, this is necessary so as not to make the same mistakes.

Chapter One

He felt the rain mixing with the air as it rushed past him and for a minute he almost managed to believe that this was the freedom that he had always searched for, the freedom that he had, for what seemed like eternity now, longed for. However the simple change in a light colour was enough to force him to slow to a complete stop. No. This was not the freedom he was searching for, far from it and even in the state of mind he had been in before the light there still seemed to be something missing; something always seemed to be missing.

It all started with the dreams, he couldn't even remember when he started having them; it seemed like they had been with him forever. Forever buried in the depths of his subconscious just waiting for something. Momentarily closing his eyes he remembered the white, snow-covered scenery and the vibrant blue waters of a river that hadn't frozen over in the cold… opening his eyes again he glanced around the street; it was a filthy, dirt brown; but then again so was everywhere else he had been. No, this was not the place he was searching for, his freedom wouldn't be found here.

So why was he still here? It was that feeling, the feeling that he was missing something, that feeling had led him to this city. It was the feeling that kept him here because somewhere here the was something he was searching for, someone it seemed that he had to find before he could reach his destination and gain the freedom he desired. However, would a place so clean, so seemingly perfect, exist in a world so dirty and corrupted? He didn't know. Until recently he had just been living each day as it came; now he was searching for the source of this feeling. The key he figured was in his dreams.

The dreams, they always started with the white, snow covered mountains, a grey wolf running along the snow-covered shore, he felt like it was he who was running, that he was connected to it. He knew it was true, the wolf was his true form, the form that separated him from the other city slickers that filled this land, the form that was the key to his dreams. He knew it was this forbidden form that had the answers in regards to what he was searching for. The answers were with it in the dreams where the scenery would then change and a destroyed city as filthy as the one now would appear; death was everywhere. Fire, guns and death. There were wolves dying all around him.
Fear.
Betrayal.
Running.
A confrontation that turns into a fight and then a searing pain along his chest, a fresh wound, another scar, he could feel the searing pain even now following the lines of the X on his chest.

Then dream would shift, the scenery would morph and a white wolf would appear. Defiance. Lies. The wolf brought with it a quest, a quest for a place called paradise. Paradise… somewhere in the shadows at the back of his mind the word Paradise was a direct link to the word death. But there were other wolves and the picture of a perfect paradise just for them was already painted; something or someone was urging him to follow.

Everything would soon melt away in front of his eyes and then everything was cold, empty, a wild storm rushed around him and then… a gunshot.
He'd wake up full of remorse. The feeling of regret and guilt weighing deeply on his heart and soul; he had failed.

But at what?