Chapter… 5? I can't remember – lost the internet over those two cold, hard weeks… it was torture…

Ahem, well, so… yeah. Dun't ownies the charries. And to the person who asked, No. It will not be a Tsume/Max fanfic. Ew. Can't even imagine… (hehe, sorry Tsume 'D)

EDIT: This is edited. Newness. Yay.

Kiba woke up with a start. From the sun's angle, it seemed to be about, nine, or ten thirty. Wolves had a talent of telling time.

The poor wolf's stomach growled. He growled with it. "There isn't anything to eat, is there?"

Hige whined behind him, "Nope."

Kiba sighed in frustration. He stood up and started to walk out. "I'll get us some food. You guys stay here." He walked out, leaving the pack confused.

A few minutes later, Kiba sighed, way out of the pack's hearing range. Today he'd be able to see what the girl was, and why she smelled like Cheza. He could be able to see if she was Cheza's reincarnation. Either way, he had an overwhelming desire to accomplish his new goal: meet the girl and be as human as ever. After all, first impressions are important, right?

His nose twitched as he smelled her lunar flower scent. She was near, but not near enough to be able to talk to her. He sighed again, and again, and again. It smelled so beautiful…

There she was! She just passed him. Her blonde-brown hair waved gracefully, almost teasingly, to him. It was as if it was taunting, Hey! You can't touch this! He inhaled again and followed her.

Something was weird over there. I just walked out of a clothes store to take a little look, when this guy - a looker, at that – just kept on… staring at me. It was too weird. I looked back a couple times, and to my relief, he stopped following me, like a puppy. Heh. That little comment reminded me of Total. Oh! Total! He asked me to pick up some hamburger before I left, I remembered. I turned around and trotted back to a butcher shop.

It was about thirty minutes later when I came out with meat in a little bag. I walked and turned a few times, only to be led into a dead end by none other than, you guessed it, the Voice.

You are in the right place, Max. the Voice chimed. You just need to realize it later on.

I scoffed. True that, Voice. And maybe, just maybe, I'd be able to tell the future like you do. Heh. I realized that made absolutely no sense whatsoever.

You're right this time, it said. That did make no sense.

I growled to myself, and almost opened my wings to fly out when a flutter of footsteps came from behind me. I turned quickly, as my reflexes are, and saw two boys, about two or three years older than me. They both had black hair, but one's was in a long pony tail. The other's was in a beanie.

"Hey." The slurred voice of Mr. Ponytail made me shudder. "What's up, girl?"

I narrowed my eyes. "Nothing. Just got lost."

Now, Beanie-man was pulling something out of his pocket. "Want us to help? We have a map at home." His voice was slurred, too.

I backed up a step. "No, thanks. I'm an on-my-own kind of girl." I snarled.

The pony-tailed dude pulled a knife out of his jacket. "You're coming home with us, chick. Whether you like it or not." I could almost feel the hot breath of the last word.

Oh, well, Mr. Beanie, who apparently hadn't gone on a holiday in a while, (get it? Mr. Bean's Holiday? Hehehe…. *ahem* Nevermind. -.-') pulled out a handgun. I gasped and froze.

"Heh. I guess you don't like my piece, huh?" He smiled a disgusting, and, erm, wanting smile.

I shivered, but continued to glare at them.

"I'm sure I can find a way to the hotel myself. Bye." I tried to storm past that ponytailed dude, but he grabbed my arm and held the knife to my side.

"You. Are. Coming. With us." His breath smelled of a bar.

I growled in frustration. What now, Voice? I thought hard. This is what I'll be thankful for in the future?

Okay, okay – I needed a plan. If I could only get the guy with a beanie from holding my other side down with the gun, I'd be home free. I could also fly out, but he'd shoot me in sheer terror. Nope. I was doomed.

I felt him pull the trigger barely and made prayers quickly apologizing for what bad I'd done in the world. Just like that, my life would flash before my eyes, and then I'd feel warm blood oozing-

"Hey. What are you doing?"

I heard a voice – almost like Fang's, but it was a bit deeper. Despite my disregard to look up, I did so. He had light skin, and a black jacket which had its sleeves pushed up to the elbow. He had the usual jeans and dark tennis shoes, like I did, and thick black hair. And those eyes – Wow - were two blue pools of mystery.

I got familiar of my surroundings, just to be sure how to escape, but found two flaws. The guys still had their weapons on me, all ready to fire/attack. Plus, with them around, I couldn't fly out. Crap.

"She's our chick. It doesn't concern you, man." A guy growled at him.

The new dude blinked – in a certain kind of rage. It was peculiar. But whatever; I had someone. I felt my muscles tense up, preparing to move like lightning against these yahoos. Then, the blue-eyed one stepped forward, and his shoe made a scratching, snik that shoes usually didn't make. I didn't have time to suspect this dude. I needed to get to the flock!

Then, Mr. Beanie pointed his gun off of me, and Mr. Ponytail pushed his knife into me harder. I could barely feel my flesh rip.

The guy with the gun pointed it to the new guy as a threat. "Beat it, dude. She's our chick."

"Excuse me?" I snarled. "Can you say sexist?"

The knife pressed into my side harder. It pierced my skin too slowly, and that hurts. I bit my lip to keep from snarling back at him. Turns out, a little grunt was all Mr. Blue needed.

He leapt up, and kicked Mr. Beanie right off of his feet. Not to my surprise, he couldn't get up.

Then he turned, faced the dude totally stabbing me, and narrowed his eyes. He leapt up, and-

Oh man. I blinked and missed it. Most of it, anyways.

Here's what happened before I blinked: He leapt up, right? Eyes narrowed, and all that jazz?

Well, what happened after startled me: A large, white dog took his place, snarling and drooling, and it- oh, my God- bit the guy's head off. I am not joking. It leapt up, barely missing me, and wrapped its jaws around his neck, and blood spurted everywhere; the knife ripped out of my side, by the way. Partially the blood splatting everywhere.

I fell to the ground out of surprise. I moved my eyes over, well, everywhere. I saw that guy again, the one who wasn't dead, crouched over ol' Mr. Beanie. He stood up so nonchalantly, and turned to face me. I narrowed my eyes at him, just to be careful.

"Who are you?" I managed, the pain in my side not really helping.

He didn't answer. He simply wiped his mouth, not taking those eyes off of me, put his hands into his jacket's pockets, and walked out of the alley, as if nothing had happened. At all.

One other reason to suspect this guy. That makes a total of four reasons I needed to keep from him:

His shoes sounded like a certain type of claws.

As he attacked, a white dog took his place, killing with ease.

Also as he attacked, he moved too fast for me to see him, and I have unnaturally tuned eyesight.

After all this crap, he walks out as if nothing had begun n the first place.

God, was I gonna have a headache tonight. My stomach churned as the scent of the dude's blood infiltrated my nose and messed with my lungs. I opened my wings and flew up into the sky.

Time to think.

YES! Longer chapter, huh? What you asked came true, people! Awesome violence scene with Kibaness! YAY! 3

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