A/N: Here is the second chapter, thanks to djewellz, who did a fantastic job beta'ing this as always. If you see any mistakes, they're mine, because I added some stuff after she sent me the beta'ed version. ^^"
Oh, and she said this chapter was cute, so I hope you all think so too. ^^
.:.::.::Untamed::.::.:.
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"[…] the "secret" of their being up in the tree had continued for almost two years now. Where the thick trunk branched out near the top, the two could sit comfortably. Michiko, straddling one branch, leaned back against another. There were days when little birds came and days when the wind sang through the pine needles. Although they weren't that high off the ground, these two little lovers felt as if they were in a completely different world, far away from the earth. […]"
"Up in the Tree" [Ki-no Ue]
By Kawabata Yasunari (Japanese writer, won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1968)
Two days later and still there was no cat-boy to be seen.
That day, the strange Pet (that was the name of that kind of person, right? Or should he say that kind of animal?) had run away like Hell's demons were after him, having disappeared so fast Allen hadn't even seen him go.
And he'd taken the sandwich with him.
During those two days, Allen hadn't gone back to the playground, but he wondered: had the Pet found food? And drinkable water? The weather was getting cold, and the cat only had seemed to have that thin rag to cover him. Would he get sick? And what if he was alone? In the state the cat-boy had been in, he certainly hadn't had anyone to look after him for a long time.
Allen wondered, and worried.
At school, his friends asked why he was so distracted. At home, Mana asked the same. To all of them, all he could do was smile his reassuring, everything-is-okay smile and say he was fine.
But that wasn't exactly true.
The next day, it rained all day long. It rained as if all the water in the world had somehow ascended to the sky and hadn't liked it, and now it descended from the heavens with a vengeance.
As the rain fell, Allen sat on the huge blue pillow next to the window in his room, his grey eyes distant and his mind full of thoughts of a strange creature with a beautiful human face and big black cat ears.
.:.::.::Worry::.::.:.
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It was the morning of the third day after Allen had seen the black-haired Pet. He'd gotten up earlier than usual and told Mana he was going to walk to school that day.
He'd gotten dressed, eaten his breakfast, grabbed his things, and left the house.
He'd also sneaked a few packages of cookies into his bag.
So now, here he was, the frosty air of the morning making his nose and cheeks rosy, standing in front of the merry-go-round with two packages of chocolate cookies in his hands. No signs of black hair, or a black tail, or a green and brown rag.
Was doing this really worth it? The cat-boy could be miles away already.
Ah well. Might as well try. Besides, maybe he would come back once he got hungry.
So Allen shrugged to himself and left the cookies on top of a rock behind the bush – in plain sight of anyone coming from the forest, but hidden from anyone who came to play on the merry-go-round.
That done, the white-haired boy turned around and left.
.:.::.::Hope::.::.:.
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Humpf.
Allen almost felt annoyed. He'd gone back to the playground and, surprise, surprise, the cookies were still there. Untouched.
Little Allen's thin shoulders dropped, and he stared in dismay at the food.
Okay, he'd known that this was probably what was going to happen. But still. He had… hoped.
Little Allen's gray eyes anxiously scanned the surroundings, hoping to find any sign of watching dark eyes, the shadow of too big cat ears, or a glance of a sleek black tail quickly hiding in the bushes, but he got nothing.
His chest felt a little cold, now that he thought about it. He looked around once more. Nothing.
Rubbing his chest absently with his right hand, Allen fidgeted a little, looking down.
He should have been more careful. Now he'd scared away the cat-boy, and he was gone.
But… he could still come, right? Right. The Pet would eventually get hungry, and maybe he'd come to the playground again…
Yes. Yes, that was it! So what if nothing had happened the first time? Allen just had to keep trying.
And with a confident nod to himself, Allen turned around and went home.
.:.::.::Trying::.::.:.
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Day after day, during the cold beginning of October, even if it rained, Allen got up very early in the morning, put some extra food in his bag and left it behind the bushes on the playground on his way to school.
Every day he picked something different – different kinds of cookies, occasionally a Tupperware container filled with leftovers from the previous night's dinner, more sandwiches. And every afternoon, on his way home, he checked to see if the food had been taken, only to find it where he had left it. Usually he left the food there for the night as well unless it was something easily perishable, but in the morning it was still there.
When it rained almost every day for a week, Allen also managed to sneak a big old woolen blanket out of the house, and he left it inside a plastic bag closed with tape next to the Tupperware dish of food.
Even so, nothing happened.
Many things could have happened to that bad tempered cat kid. He could have gone deeper into the forest (the mountains, maybe?); he could have gone back to wherever he'd come from; he could have died; he could be lying on the ground somewhere, wounded; he could be starving… (he probably was).
And Allen couldn't help but worry.
It could be so cold out there in October; when it rained and you had no way to get dry and warm, you'd freeze in your clothes, you'd lose sensation in your limbs because of the cold… and once winter came and snow began to fall, it'd be even worse. Much, much worse. Allen knew this very well.
Too well.
There had once been a time when a life like that had been everything Allen had known.
So it really was no wonder that he was worried sick.
More or less two weeks after he'd seen the dark-haired Pet for the first time, Allen decided he'd had enough.
.:.::.::Thoughts::.::.:.
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"Allen, what are you doing up so early?"
Mana was at the kitchen doorway, wearing his warmest pajamas and the big woolen striped socks that reached his knees, a steaming cup of something in one hand and the newspaper in the other. He looked with surprise at Allen, who had just arrived at the bottom of the stairs. "It's Saturday."
"I know, Mana," Allen chirped with a smile. Mana watched as his son padded across the living room towards the kitchen. "It's just that I want to go to the playground today," the white-haired child added as he walked past his father into the kitchen and began preparing his (larger than average for a kid his age) breakfast.
Frowning, Mana distractedly took a sip from his cup, then hissed and jerked it away when the too-hot hot chocolate burned his lips and tongue. Using the poor newspaper to try and wipe away the stain he'd just made on his pajamas when he had moved the cup so violently, he turned around to face Allen, who was still busy preparing his meal. "That playground near the forest? The one you like to go to after school?"
"Yes, that's the one." Allen smiled up at him, carrying a bowl filled with breakfast cereals from the counter to the table.
"You've been spending an awful lot of time there recently," Mana muttered, almost to himself, once again raising the cup to his lips without noticing it. Fortunately, Allen stopped him with a hand on his elbow, making Mana lower his arm so Allen could take the cup and add some cool milk. "It's just…" Allen began as he poured the milk. "I saw a lost kitten there the other day."
Mana's expression softened, and he took his cup back with a grateful nod.
A lost kitten. Of course he would react strongly, Mana thought, studying Allen's expression.
He took an experimental sip as Allen turned around to go put away the carton, and smiled when it was just the right temperature. "So what are you going to do?" You're going to ask me to look after it, aren't you?
"I want to find it and give it some food," the child replied with a smile directed at Mana as he sat at the table before digging into his bowl of cereals. "…and maybe a blanket or two. Or three," he added quietly as he looked down – embarrassed? Trying to hide from Mana's eyes? Depressed as he remembered something painful from his past? For Mana, it was always hard to tell what his child was feeling. The white-haired boy had more than a few issues, and he tried hard to keep it all in.
But in this case, all Allen needed was encouragement, and Mana knew it.
He walked into the kitchen and stopped next to his son, who hadn't looked up yet and was eating almost mechanically instead of in his usual delighted manner.
"I think it's a wonderful idea."
Allen looked up at his father's warm smile, the smile that praised him and told him everything was fine at the same time, and he couldn't stop his own answering smile.
Though he did feel a twinge of guilt for not telling Mana the whole truth. But the other kid had asked Allen not to tell anyone, asked that with such a deep terror hidden in those entrancing dark eyes despite the threats spilling forth through his lips and the iron fist on Allen's throat that Allen… Allen knew exactly what kind of request that was. It was a matter of survival and sanity; those originated the kind of despair, of fear, that Allen had seen in his eyes.
Allen knew everything about that as well.
Mana's soft voice interrupted his dark thoughts. "I was more or less expecting you to ask me if you could bring it home," his father said, curiosity obvious in his voice.
"I…" At that, Allen visibly hesitated, his spoon full of cereals hanging in mid air. "I… I don't think it would want to come home with me," he finally said, quickly resuming his eating.
Mana blinked. "And why not?"
"It doesn't know me. Don't you always tell me to not talk or go anywhere with people I don't know?" And Allen offered him a bright smile. A bright fake smile.
Mana sighed. That is something you already knew long before I met you. But all he said was: "Whatever you think is best, Allen." And he took a long sip from his cup of hot milk, turning away to go to the living-room.
Allen smiled.
.:.::.::Father::.::.:.
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Okay, he had everything. His backpack had food (for Allen and for the "kitten"), the three blankets (Mana had protested quite vehemently against Allen taking so many blankets for one little kitten. "You're going to asphyxiate the poor thing!" Mana had said anxiously, fearful for the safety – and cleanliness – of his blankets. But he'd fallen silent once he'd caught sight of Allen's infamous puppy face, big teary eyes and sparkly effect included), and a thermos of warm milk and another of hot chocolate (Allen figured a cat-boy would like plain milk. If not they'd have to trade, and Allen very much preferred hot chocolate to milk, even though it was drinkable). He also had a small box of tissues and a lantern he'd put there when Mana wasn't looking (Allen intended to go on searching until right after sunset, so he'd need the lantern on his way home).
He had warm clothes, and his gloves were in his pocket, ready to be used. There was also an umbrella, leaning against the sofa on top of which his bag sat. Allen's watch was on his right wrist. He was ready.
He heard a low chuckle from the sofa behind him. He turned around to glare at Mana. "What?"
"You look like you're about to go on some sort of-" Mana waved his right hand in the air, as if trying to make what he was saying more understandable, "-trek in the mountains, exploration sort of thingy. You have the attitude down to a T."
Allen just smiled warmly. "You're making fun of me, aren't you?"
Mana recognized the hint of a warning in his son's voice. "No, no, no, not at all, not at all!" he hurried to say. "It's just that you look so adorable, all serious about the bag and what you take with you."
The white-haired child blinked. "I am not adorable," he declared seriously with a blank expression, like he was stating a universal, undoubted truth.
"Of course not," Mana agreed, smiling. "So, do you have everything?"
"Yes, I think so." His son's big grey eyes turned to him once more, anxiety swirling in the pearly depths. "Do you think there's anything else I will need?"
"Hmmm, no. That should be enough. You're not going on an excursion or something similar. Just make sure you come back before sunset."
Allen fidgeted a bit. "Can I maybe… come right at sunset? Or a little after? No later than that, I promise."
Mana frowned. "You're going to stay with the cat until so late?"
The child looked down at his feet. "I'm not even sure I'll find him… it." Oops, slight slip there.
Mana didn't notice. He was still frowning slightly, even though the expression had softened. "I want you here at sunset. Is that understood?"
"Yes." Allen nodded.
"Do you want me to go with you? Or your friends?"
The grey-eyed boy shook his achromatic head. "No, there's no need. Besides, I'm sure you have a lot to do, and you know how Daysia's grandfather and Lenalee's brother are."
His foster father just sighed. "Ah, yes. That is true. But are you sure? What I have to do can wait a few hours."
"No, no, you don't have to, really. Besides, with too many people there, it might get scared and run away."
Mana smiled, and got up from the sofa, ready to get to his work.
And so Allen left to look for the cat-eared, black-haired boy he'd seen.
.:.::.::Determination::.::.:.
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So. This was proving to be difficult.
Allen had left his house around 8 AM, absolutely determined to find the cat-boy. Once he got to the playground more or less fifteen minutes later, he'd passed through the bushes and walked into the forest determinedly.
And now… well. He didn't know the kid's name. Perfect. So he couldn't call and shout his name, even if Allen doubted doing that would make the other come. So, all he could do was… well, look for him. Just like he'd look for a real cat – walking quietly through the forest, checking under bushes and small trees, listening intently in the hopes of hearing something that would tell him the black-haired kid was nearby.
The white-haired human boy did this for hours as the morning went on, walking and walking and looking everywhere. Little Allen's clear eyes moved constantly from one place to the other, trying to take in even the smallest detail in the hope of finding any sign of the cat-boy's presence, but so far… nothing. Every time he thought he'd seen something and looked again, it was just a small animal running away or a strange shadow cast by a plant, and his little heart felt a little bit heavier in his chest.
Around midday, the grey sky had darkened considerably, and soon rain began falling. Hidden under a huge rock, Allen waited for the worse to pass, shaking with cold, his knees tightly drawn to his chest, and rubbing his gloved hands against each other and against his reddened face for some warmth. He chewed unenthusiastically on a sandwich briefly, and then the rain let up and he abandoned his refuge to continue his search.
The long hours of the afternoon seemed to stretch on impossibly as Allen fruitlessly looked for someone who seemed to be invisible.
At a certain point, Allen asked himself a question he probably should have considered earlier.
What if I wanted to go home now? The little boy thought, looking around at the unfamiliar surroundings. Would I know the way?
And from that point on, not only was it a search for a wild hybrid boy, it had also become a search for Allen's way home.
.:.::.::Lost::.::.:.
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He'd been walking for hours. Hours on end. His legs felt heavy and ached, his small hands were very cold inside their gloves, his pants and his jacket were wet, the umbrella had suffered an unfortunate accident when Allen had tried climbing up one of those really big trees to get an idea of where he was and find his way home, and every once in a while, Allen wished he could throw away his bag so he wouldn't have to carry it anymore.
In other words, he was screwed. Not that he'd use that kind of word out loud (Mana would never forgive him), but it was the truth, and it was okay if it was only once and only inside his head.
It had rained twice since that morning, for brief periods, but this time there hadn't been any convenient big rocks under which Allen could have taken refuge. He'd had to walk in the rain (he didn't really feel like sitting on the wet ground and the mud, even if his exhausted body was begging him to do it).
Allen looked hopelessly at his watch. 7:30. Soon the sun would set, and the cold dark night would arrive.
Things weren't looking good.
.:.::.::Persistence::.::.:.
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Kanda had stayed away from the playground for two weeks and gone west. He wasn't that far away from the city, but close enough to make a swift escape towards the depth of the forest as soon as he sensed the search teams nearby.
So far, nothing. It seemed the human boy had kept his mouth shut after all. Huh. It was almost surprising.
Maybe Kanda would be able to go near the city again. He really needed to get his hands on some food; even someone's leftovers in garbage would be better than the three skinny rats and an edible but horrible-tasting plant he'd eaten recently.
Oh, how he missed soba.
But that day, something quite extraordinary happened.
The cold wind suddenly brought a scent he recognized from somewhere. It didn't set off any alarms in his head, though, so even though he couldn't remember what it was, it shouldn't be a bad thing.
Curious, he descended from the tree he used to sleep in – one of the biggest trees he'd found in the forest, with the curious characteristic of having two of the main branches growing out of the trunk next to each other and above a third one. It was perfect to take refuge in from the rain. Kanda had even created a nest of sorts with some bushes' flexible branches and leaves and lost bird feathers. It wasn't the paradise of beds, but it was better than nothing.
So he left his small 'home', heading towards the origin of the scent.
Soon he could hear noise too – something was moving quite loudly in the forest, stomping through it carelessly. Much like humans did.
More cautiously now, Kanda silently approached and climbed up a nearby tree still covered in leaves so he could see without being seen.
And there, dragging himself pitifully through the mud, covered in warm and stuffy clothes and carrying a heavy backpack, was the Sandwich Kid. Now that Kanda paid attention, he looked quite small.
Right at that moment, the human boy tripped over a twig that wouldn't have been a problem had he been taller, and Kanda snickered to himself. What a moyashi, he thought amusedly.
The white-haired strange kid wasn't looking good, though. He was very visibly getting tired and panting softly. What the hell was he doing so deep in the forest?
Kanda followed him quietly for about two hours. The human seemed to be looking for something, and to be lost at the same time. Occasionally, he'd glance around, obviously trying to decide which way to go, and then turn in a certain direction.
During the last hour, he'd just been walking around in one great, big circle. Not for the first time, Kanda wondered if the other was an idiot. Seriously. Who goes walking in a forest, apparently to look for something, and then gets so hopelessly lost? If he knew that he had no sense of direction whatsoever, why do something so stupid? What was he looking for?
The idea that maybe the human was looking for him did come up in his mind, but he quickly dismissed it with annoyance. As if.
.:.::.::Following::.::.:.
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The sunset was approaching quickly, and the eerie kid was obviously exhausted, but he kept walking. Kanda was almost impressed.
Eventually, the sun did set. In the darkness, Kanda's feline eyes could still see pretty clearly, and he watched as the kid took a lantern out of his bag and turned it on.
For yet another hour, the boy walked in the dark, his strange white hair almost glowing.
Then suddenly, he just fell face first on the wet ground of the forest.
What the hell?Kanda thought. Did he pass out or something? He snorted mentally. What a weakling.
But Allen's hand was moving, inching towards the fallen lantern; when it reached it, the hand just laid on it tiredly. So he was conscious – maybe he'd tripped and didn't feel like getting up.
Che. If he stayed that way, he was going to die, as surely as the sun rises every day. If he didn't get up and start walking soon, he was a dead human.
It had nothing to do with Kanda, though. Nothing at all. What did he care if the kid died? It wasn't his business. He'd given up, so why help a kid that, on top of being a weakling, didn't have any strength of will? And so Kanda turned around to climb down the tree he was currently occupying to disappear in the darkness and leave the kid behind, when another sound came from where the human lay.
Kanda glanced over his shoulder.
The kid had gotten up, after all.
So Kanda continued watching. Just out of curiosity, of course.
The little human kept tripping over things, and he was so tired that more often than not, he ended up with his face or backside on the ground. But he always got up again and kept walking.
After three hours of this, even Kanda had to admit he was incredibly persistent. No matter how many times he fell - and Kanda had heard him hiss and grunt in obvious pain whenever that happened, so it was also quite painful - he always stood up and resumed walking.
But he wasn't going anywhere. After the big circle from before, he'd started heading in the right direction, but then he'd taken a turn for the left, and now he was walking parallel to where he wanted to go.
Not that it was Kanda's problem. Of course not.
Even though the kid had given him that delicious sandwich. Even offered the other.
Kanda grumbled to himself. Now that he thought about it, he kind of owed the little bastard. In this situation, it would be shameful for Kanda to let the human die.
A yelp pierced the night, and then the sound of a body falling. The kid had tripped and fallen again.
With a sigh, Kanda examined the situation.
Lost kid. Very late at night. People must be searching. The idea of going up to the kid and offering to play guide didn't particularly appeal to Kanda. But he had to somehow tell the little idiot where to go.
It began raining again. Heavy, it almost felt like a tropical rain.
He had to find some way to make the human go in a certain direction…
With a devious smirk, Kanda hopped down from the tree.
.:.::.::Honour::.::.:.
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There was something coming from Allen's right. Something big, and it was walking fast, breathing heavily. It was galloping, closer and closer, its steps splashing on the pools of mud and water on the ground!
Absolutely terrified, Allen turned in the opposite direction and ran as fast as his small, tired legs allowed him to.
Behind him, Kanda watched him go, smirking amusedly.
Then a heavy raindrop fell on his ear and slid to the inside, and he frantically tried to wipe it off.
.:.::.::Fear::.::.:.
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The next hour went pretty much like that – Allen walking, sometimes slower and sometimes hurriedly, and whenever he headed in the wrong direction, Kanda would make noise and such so that Allen would go running to the right path again, half-scared to death.
Soon Kanda could smell lots of human scents and hear shouts in the distance, and he immediately understood that they weren't far away from the people looking for the little human. There was no way for the little human himself to know this, however, because his senses were obviously not as sharp as an animal's.
Allen could barely walk anymore. He was extremely tired, and very, very cold. All he wanted was to sleep. He didn't even feel hungry – just sleepy, and bone-deep tired. His body ached all over.
The next time he fell, the ground felt so comfortable as opposed to a standing position that he stayed that way longer than he had before. Not even the falling rain bothered him anymore.
Ten minutes later, he was asleep.
Kanda waited ten more minutes for the damn little bastard to get up, but he didn't. Maybe he had finally passed out.
Silently, Kanda walked among the vegetation until he reached the white-haired boy. Picking up a twig, he poked the human's back.
No reaction.
He poked harder.
Still no reaction.
He shook the bushes and stomped his feet right next to the kid.
No reaction whatsoever.
So Kanda stepped closer and kneeled next to the fallen boy to inspect him, long black tail swishing anxiously behind him as he leaned closer.
Heh. Seemed to be just asleep.
He looked around, and smelled the air (or he tried, anyway - when it rained, it was kind of difficult to do that). His black triangular ears turned from side to side, listening.
From his calculations, the humans were more or less thirty minutes away, maybe less. But even if they reached this place, there was a chance that they would miss the kid.
Kanda pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. He really didn't have a choice, did he?
The logical thing to do was to get the kid to a place where he would be easily seen. There was no such thing nearby, though. Except for trees. That would have to do.
So Kanda pulled on the human's left arm and put it over his shoulders, and then with much pulling and maneuvers, he managed to get the white-haired child on his back. Picking up the lantern and turning it off, he stood up and began walking towards the big tree in front of them.
Of course he wouldn't take the boy directly to the humans; he didn't want them to see him. He'd leave the kid here and wait and watch from a safe place nearby. If Kanda did things right, the humans would see the boy as soon as they reached that area and would only have eyes for him, unlike what would happen if he tried approaching them while they still were on a search frenzy.
With little more effort than usual, mostly due to his strength (that was roughly twice the strength a human child his age usually had), he climbed the tree until he reached the lowest of the big branches. He leaned the boy against the trunk and then proceeded to get the lantern stuck in a bunch of small branches above, positioned so that when turned on, its light fell right on one of the trees, like one big bright yellow circle.
They would certainly notice that. He turned it on.
It was still raining, and Kanda's hair was plastered to his face and back rather uncomfortably, but by now, he was more or less used to that. His body temperature was slightly higher than a human's, so he wasn't that cold.
It would certainly be another thing entirely once the snow came.
Shaking his head as if to make those thoughts go away, Kanda turned to the boy again. He was still sleeping, his cute face a little paler than before, it seemed. And he was trembling violently. Was that normal?
Crap. He should be freezing. Humans died and got sick easily, that much Kanda knew. Was this enough to kill the little bastard? Was he even going to last the half an hour that Kanda estimated it would take for the humans to reach this area?
Damn, damn, damn, damn.
Only one way to make sure.
He reached for the boy's jacket and undid the buttons. Carefully, so as not to slip on the wet and somewhat slippery branch, the panther boy moved from where he was and sat next to the human. Slowly, both because he absolutely loathed what he was doing and because he didn't want the boy to wake up, he slid one warm arm around the white-haired boy's back and the other over his chest, pressing his own body against the other trembling one in an attempt to get it warmer. His long tail wrapped itself around the kid's waist. And so, together, even though only Kanda was aware of that fact, the two of them waited.
And meanwhile Kanda tried to ignore the deep blush on his face.
Not that the panther-boy thought the human child was cute. He didn't. Really. No way in Hell.
He was very warm, though. And soft.
The rain continued to fall.
.:.::.::Wait::.::.:.
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Soon he could hear the steps, the rustling, and other noises. When lights began appearing through the trees, Kanda extricated himself from the hug they'd ended up in, much to his displeasure (in his sleep, the boy had grabbed, wrapped his arms around and snuggled with the body that was offering him warmth. For a brief second, Kanda had thought it was cute. Then the arms around him didn't go away and it seriously began to bother him, but there was nothing he could do. It was warmer that way, anyway), and silently merged with the shadows and disappeared.
Ten minutes later, a victorious and relieved shout echoed through the forest when someone saw the lantern's light and followed it to the little boy sleeping on the tree.
Twenty or so humans came rushing, bringing lots of lanterns and first-aid kits, as well as blankets and thermoses with hot beverages, and under the watchful eyes shining from the darkness, the sleeping boy was taken from the tree and wrapped up in blankets, then delivered to a tall man with a kind face that looked so relieved he was near tears.
Soon they left, taking all the lights and the noise with them, happy to have retrieved one of their own.
Kanda watched them leave, dark unreadable eyes glued to the tall man's back.
Then he turned around and disappeared in the darkness.
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"Step by step walk the thousand-mile road."
Miyamoto Musashi, legendary Japanese swordsman
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End of chapter 2
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About this rewritten version:
- The next chapter should be up around the 20th or 21st of September. From then on, I'm not sure about how frequently I'll be able to add chapters. Hopefully, every three weeks.
- The whole story should be about 7 or 8 chapters long, and then an epilogue. So, 8/9 chapters in total.
- The epilogue will be a time skip of a few years and will contain the promised lemon scene.
- Next chapter will be shorter than this one.
- Fourth chapter will probably be longer than this one.
- Timcanpy shall make an appearance at some point! But "what" will he be…? xD
- No 'Mana getting shot' scene (those who read the original version know what I'm talking about).
- It will be damned hard for Allen to get Kanda to trust him. Weeks, months. Talk about skittish.
- I still don't know if there'll be a "Kanda sees Allen's arm for the 1st time" scene.
- There shall be several attempts at cuteness. I have a list of possibly cute scenes that I want to try to include. Ya know, stuff like little Allen playing with Kanda's tail like a kitten playing with his mother's tail. (d'awww…. xD) If you have any suggestions, please, do tell me! xD
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Finally, just two lil' things.
First: THANK YOU, everyone. You're all awesome, for putting this story on alert and favouriting already even though it's not finished yet and even for simply reading it. ^^
Second: THANK YOU, thank you, thank you, reviewers. This story has almost 100 reviews, (though most were for the original version) and even though I don't mind if you just put it on alert or in your favourites, I love to bits everyone who takes the time to also say something. Because really, knowing just how much people liked what I wrote gives me that warm, fuzzy feeling I think all fanfic authors get when they receive feedback and that's very, very nice. xD I try to reply to every review to show my appreciation, but I'm not sure if I've managed to show just how much I loved the reviews, so here's this lil' thank you. ^^