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 3
Tsume dashed after the kid around the ignorant market people and out into the main street and traffic just keeping up.
"Toboe!" Tsume growled as he continued with the chase, once or twice thinking that it was finally over when the runt nearly fell flat on the foot path but he always recovered in good time.
"Toboe I'm not going to hurt you!" he called out, shoving people out of his way left, right and centre; he wanted to end this before they reached where the traffic thickened. The rain began falling heavily from the sky making the people on the streets scatter if they didn't possess an umbrella or something that would protect them from the water, water that was dirtied by the pollutants of this city.
Tsume had nearly caught up with the runt when he reached the corner of the street where the kid tried to make a sharp turn around the bend. However with the gritty sidewalks coated with water Tsume watched his feet slide out from beneath him sending him sliding out onto the road. The runt jumped up onto all fours and was about to start the game of cat and mouse again when –
"Toboe!"
There was a shrilling screeching sound of old brakes mingled with the sound of bending metal, smashing glass and the gasps of the unsuspecting people.
Tsume ran out onto the road to where the kid was lied sprawled out, limbs askew on the wet bitumen.
"Stupid, just stupid runt," Tsume mumbled as he checked the kid for a pulse as the people attracted by the commotion began once more to clear away into their own little lives. He breathed a sigh of relief, pulse was good, breathing was good and – Tsume felt along the kids limbs; it didn't seem like anything was broken.
"You're lucky runt, very lucky," Tsume said as he picked the kid up in his arms before heading back the way they had just come; ignoring the furious drivers yelling out profanities and suggesting that he kept the kid on a leash. However as he turned to give one persistent bastard a piece of his mind he noticed someone hanging out across the other side of the road; though this wasn't just any someone.
Tsume growled lowly and dangerously as he looked past the man and into the green eyes of the dark brown haired guy who had caught his attention; he smelt wolf. Not only could he smell it but he could feel and see what it was this guy was hiding from the other people who bustled along the street, it was his true form; a white wolf. With one last fierce look at the white wolf guy he turned with the kid and moved off down the street hoping to lose himself in the crowd and put as much distance between him and the other. He kept pushing on even though he was tired from the run and now weighed down by the runt, he didn't care if that guy too seemed familiar because all that he felt that was linked to that guy was false hopes, trouble and death. No, he didn't need more of this wolf business at the moment, especially any business that sort to involve that one; something told him he wanted nothing to do with that white wolf.
He was glad that by the time he got himself and the kid back to his apartment that it was still raining, that would keep the other wolf from sniffing out his trail though the city probably could have done that too. However something in his lost memories told him this wouldn't be the last he would be seeing of the white wolf; a wolf with a knack for tracking things in impossible conditions.
Shaking his head from side to side, clearing his mind from those thoughts and his face from loose rain water he ducked into his apartment before closing and locking the door behind him. He placed the kid on the old lounge his usually used as a bed before shutting and locking the windows to keep the rain and any unwanted visitors from coming in. With the kid looking like he was going to be out cold for some time, Tsume went and sat on the floor, leaning against the wall in a position from which he could watch the front door, both windows and the lounge without barely having to move his head. He'd keep watch while the kid slept then he'd talk to him, see what he knew and why he felt he knew him so well.