Letters from a Thief

(Same night)

The young brown wolf raised his head towards the glowing full moon, its light basking the young wolf in a bright pure glow. An older twenty three year old man stood shocked at the sight, his heart beat faster then the normal rate, for he had never seen such a sight. In all his life after waking from a coma five years ago, nothing as beautiful as the wolf himself has caught his attention. The twenty three year old male was an art thief, he knew what beauty was. This creature, this wolf, was beauty itself.

The wolf did not let out a howl but let out a small whimper instead. The wolf lowered his head, his ears laid flat at the top of his head with his tail tucked in between his legs in defeat. The human male noticed a silver light of the wolf that was lightly out of place. Looking at it closely, he realized it was a band of silver bracelets that rang a little jingle when the wolf moved. The wolf raised his head towards the moon one last time before turning the opposite of the surprised human and running away. The male would have fallowed the sad wolf but it disappeared faster then imagined possible.

The white haired, X-scared chest male stared at the spot previously occupied by the wolf before turning around and walking back to his flat. He needed to prepare for his next target. He couldn't let a simple wolf ruin his job. He placed his hands into his leather pants pockets and hid in the shadows as he walked home. He needed to make get his job done quickly.

*HOWL*

(Earlier that same day)

A small blond haired child giggled happily as her favorite brown haired friend came into her sight. Her light blue dress blew in the wind and her curly blond hair kept getting into her face. She grumbled as she tried to move her hair away. Her nanny was returning from an errand and she didn't want to look like a fool in front of him! Why did the wind hate her so!

The young brown haired male waved and smiled, his silver bracelets jingling wildly from the motion. "Hello Elizabeth, how are you?" The young eleven year old girl, Elizabeth, smiled widely, "Good Afternoon Toboe-kun! I'm having the most awesomest day EVER! Mom got this famous painter and is having him paint this really big picture for her! I haven't seen it yet but I'm sure it's nothing like YOUR paintings! You paint sooooooo much better!"

Toboe, the young brown haired, bracelet wearing male smiled shyly. "You don't mean that Dizzy, I'm not THAT good." Elizabeth shook her head violently in defiance, "Yes! Yes you are Toboe-kun! You're the best! Mom just doesn't know it yet!" Toboe laughed and pat the girls head lovingly. "What ever you say Dizzy. So! What are we gonna do today?"

Elizabeth thought a moment before a light bulb popped into her mind, "Let's play wolves!" Before he could reply, she spun around and ran towards her large back yard. "Ah! Dizzy! W-wait!" He chased after her and quickly caught up to her. She giggled loudly as he tickled her to the ground. She tried to role away but to no use, Toboe was just too strong for her. She rolled near a dirt spot and got the edges of her dress dirty. Both Toboe's and Elizabeth's laugh rang across the garden, making all the gardeners and animals to look over at the two. Still laughing and rolling around, the two didn't notice the older stern, black dress wearing lady standing on the porch to the large house. She glared at the two baboon playing fools with deep rage. "Elizabeth! How dare you! Get off the floor this instant! You are not acting anything like a lady!"

The two stopped instantly and Elizabeth shot straight up, her back straight and her face a calm emotionless mask. Toboe got up quickly as well and brushed off the dirt and grass all over him. "And you peasant! You are her nanny, not a child! Get her inside and clean her up, now!" He bowed lowly and repeated rather embarrassingly, "Yes ma'am, yes ma'am."

The lady made a grunt like sound from the back of her throat before throwing her nose up in the air and walking back into the house. Well, not before spitting at Toboe's feet of course. Once the lady was out of sight, Toboe sighed loudly and Elizabeth's emotionless mask fell off. "I really hate my mother…" Toboe didn't say a word, knowing it would bite him in the behind later. The house has ears and they always tell Elizabeth's mother everything.

Sighing loudly one last time, he grabbed Elizabeth's shoulder and walked her inside while talking about what deserts they should make after getting cleaned up. Her depressing mood lifted quickly and she ran to her room. Toboe stayed by her closed door, knowing to well that he wasn't aloud in until she was done changing. While alone and waiting for Elizabeth, he thought about last night and his failure in finding the scent of the lunar flower. He could have sworn he smelled it the other day, which explained his reason for his activity in the city in his wolf form.

He didn't have the best sense of smell like Hige did but he knew he smelled it. It was during the day yesterday and Toboe was helping Elizabeth on her homework science project when the sudden smell of a Lunar Flower brushed against his nose. That same night it hit him again and he ran after it. He knew from his past life experience that he should not howl when he was either excited or depressed.

But he fallowed that scent all night long until it suddenly disappeared at two in the morning. Toboe was angry, tired, and depressed but he didn't cry out. It would cause some trouble for Toboe if he was noticed in his wolf form.

Toboe had been in a coma for five years now and only woke a few months ago. From what he could find out, a group of people found him unconscious and brought him to the nearest city, which was where he was living in how. The city was called Sun Lost City. Compared to the last city he lived in before fallowing Kiba and the others, this was like the worlds own paradise. The trees are real, the air isn't as polluted as was the last town, and there aren't as many poor and bad people. It was calm and peaceful.

Ok, he was lying. There was one thief that no one could seem to catch. He is an art thief and his name was Tsume the Wolf. I automatically thought it was my Tsume but the town's people said he started stealing here over ten years ago. Either way, Toboe wouldn't let the thief come anywhere near the house if they ever even thought of doing it. This was his home now and even though he may smell the flower again tonight, he would always protect the house and the people living in it.

Suddenly thinking about flowers, he swore to himself that he was going to search again tonight, especially because there was a full moon out. Sighing silently to himself, Toboe ran his fingers through his hair in silent encouragement. He was still tired from last night but a wolf's job is never done. Ha, yeah right.

*HOWL*

(That same Night)

Toboe really wanted to howl. He wanted to howl badly. He went on the hunt for the flower again that night but returned empty handed. The scent came and went again just like last night. He didn't understand it and lately, he was beginning to not care. Lowering his head in defeat once again that night, he sauntered off towards his new home. He knew it was going to be morning soon and he needed to wake his charge up before dawn to get her ready for her trip to some banquette in another town.

Easily slipping past the guards in front of the house gate, he jogged into the backyard and walked up the porch. Before he could even think about changing back into a human, a sudden snap of a twig caught his attention. Whipping around, he searched for the direction of the noise. Could have been an animal, he thought. He stared at the darkness for a moment before walking into the house still in his wolf form. Once the door shut behind him, he quickly converted back into his human form.

He made his way to his charges room quickly. He made no noise as his bare footed feet patted lightly on the floor beneath him. Years of practice made him a champ at sneaking around silently. He guessed sometimes that he was more of a mouse then a wolf. The others would have agreed.

After waking Elizabeth up, she automatically asked about the picture he was painting for her. Elizabeth didn't know why she was suddenly thinking about it, but it gave the young wolf a feeling that he should go check on it. Excusing himself while she began to dress herself, he walked back out into the hallway and silently made his way towards his room.

He opened the door silently. Suddenly, right as the door opened, the most familiar scent hit his nose. It was the scent of his gray wolf friend, Tsume. He didn't understand why he smelled it in his room but he then realized that it was most likely coming from the leather bracelet he had on his dresser.

Before getting shot and forced into a coma, Tsume had given it to him for his birthday. He was so happy; he swore he would have died right then and there. Luckily, Tsume smacked him on the head for the comment. Toboe couldn't lie to himself then and now; he loved Tsume. Not as a brotherly, companion, member like love. No, he felt the real heart pounding, butterfly stomach feeling love everyone dreams about. If the incident never happened and he was with the pack right now, in paradise, he probably wouldn't tell him. He wasn't known to be a scaredy cat for nothing!

He took the bracelet off that night because he knew he would get distracted by the scent of Tsume and the flower. He pulled the bracelet on gently now, careful not to break it. Once the bracelet was on his bare wrist, he went to his large canvas and moved the thin sheet covering it. His eyes went wide as he found a white envelope attached to his painted on canvas. He picked it up gently, his hands shaking lightly.

Someone was in his room, and he didn't know who. He opened the envelope slowly. He breathing became quicker and his heart beat sped up. He took out the thin sheet of paper and looked over what was written down in black pen. Whoever wrote it had good penmanship. He began to read:

This painting is beautiful. In all my life I have never seen anything worth a second glance until I have found this. And to think, it's not even finished. Do so, and make it beautiful. Once it is complete, I will steal it. Make no attempt to hide it from me or to tell the police. It is futile. Complete it.

~Tsume the Wolf

Toboe's eyes went wide and his mouth practically slammed into the ground. Tsume the Wolf, the town's renowned art thief, wanted to steal his not-even-complete painting.

A/N: Whoop, its out! I hope to get the next one out as soon as possible as well. R&R please!