"DELI-CHAN?" The brunet moved forth, his eyes watery, his feet stumbling along the rocky path. His heart ached, his hands and clothes filthy. Upon his awakening in this nightmare, he had tried to move forward, he searched for anyone. His music player shuffled around in his pocket, long since dead.

Where was he? This wasn't Tokyo. This wasn't the clubs and lights of the city that he had grown up with. It wasn't his home. The surroundings were bathed in lush green hues, the sky draped with deep blues and fading bold reds and violets. He grew fearful as the area grew darker. His clothing grew stained with mud and filth, tearing on branches and bushes.

Psyche stumbled on the rocky paths and vicious woods of the area. He shivered as he forced himself back to his feet, reminding himself that Delic would be looking for him. Delic would be worried. He was no doubt collecting others to look for him. He was probably worried out of… out of…

Psyche felt the stinging of tears in his eyes as he picked up his pace, growing frantic. "SOMEONE! SOMEONE PLEASE ANSWER ME!" He didn't want to be alone anymore. That was why he loved his job so much. He was always accompanying others, making sure that they were happy as well.

There were no answers from the surroundings though. He couldn't see much anymore, the trees cast dark shadows upon the ground, swaying in the wind as it grew cold. Psyche wrapped his coat around himself tighter.

"Hello?" He sniffled harder as he went along the dark path before him. "…Hello? Anyone? Please… please answer me…"

The tears blurred his vision as he moved forth, his feet may have been moving, but he couldn't tell where he was going. He was so miserable. He was so lonely. Why? Why wouldn't anyone come?

The oranges and violets of the sky faded, the aquas shifting into deep indigo until the night sky was the deepest navy that Psyche had ever seen. He stared up at the sky, aghast at all the twinkling lights above him. He rubbed at his eyes, looking up at the many stars in the sky. They shone down upon him, making him feel lonelier. They were all the way up there, all together…

And yet he was so far down…

He was all alone in this dark and lonely land. It was miserable. With no lights to shine his way, no spirits to guide him, he was left in the dark. Psyche didn't appreciate being left alone. He looked around a moment more before sighing.

Forward march.

He would have to continue until he found someone. He would get home. That promise he could make to himself.

The deep vibrating sound shook him from his thoughts, exciting the brunet immediately. Magenta eyes looked up, searching for the source of that sound. "Hello?" He spoke in a raspy voice. Clearing his throat, he shouted, "HELLO? IS SOMEONE THERE?"

The deep growling/vibrating sound grew louder, Psyche so engrossed in becoming free, he ignored the small voice in his head warning him to be careful. He beat back bush after bush, branch after branch. He looked around excitedly.

It was just ahead! He could see a clearing!

Psyche felt himself trip and go barreling out the brush, his world revolving around him. His entire body ached, he couldn't feel his legs, his feet hurt so much. Still, the car! He looked up and felt his entire blood turn to ice.

A snout sat centimeters from his face, the lips pulled back as the beast snarled at him. Great white teeth glinted in the moonlight. The wolf snarled and snapped at him, causing him to lean back.

"N-nice doggie… sweet doggie…" He looked around only to feel faint.

There was a whole pack. An entire pack of wolves with a convenient pile of dead carcasses nearby, he had stumbled upon a wolves' den.

The monsters circled around him, growls and snarls ripping from the group. Psyche couldn't move. He didn't dare to move. The things were everywhere. It was too much. This was all too much. He didn't want to be here anymore. He wanted to go home. He wanted to go cuddle with Deli-chan…

Delic wasn't here though. He had left him. Now Psyche was going to die. He was going to die and he was going to be all alone as he died.

Shutting his eyes, Psyche felt the warm, fresh tears fall from his eyes. He couldn't believe it was ending quite this way. He couldn't believe he had been so stupid. Why? Why couldn't he be whatever Deli-chan wanted? What was it that Delic wanted so badly? Was he not good enough exactly the way he was?

The world revolved: the moss green grass and dark browns of the world spinning. He couldn't see anything in particular anymore. He couldn't feel the ground beneath his feet. Tears poured down in rivers from his eyes. There was nothing but this ice running through his veins, his heart splintering into pieces. The wolves grew closer and closer.

They meant nothing to him, merely serving as the messengers of Delic's true feelings for him. There was no one for him anymore. No love, no devotion. Psyche wavered on reality and unconsciousness. His heart bled with emotions, with heartbreak. He… he might as well just…

He might as well just give up…

He fell to the ground, letting the darkness overcome him. What use was there in his fighting? He had no one to spend his life with. He had no one who cared about him. His brothers Izaya and Roppi thought he was a pain. His so-called lover felt nothing for him. Others only tolerated him because he was with one of the three. He had always felt alone, trying to mask the feeling with his bubbly personality…

The pain hit from from his back, claws digging into him. It hurt… it…

~.~

"Damn…" Tsugaru stood up from his table as he heard the growling and the fury coming from the wolves. He had denied it long enough, there was someone on his lands again.

How many times was he going to throw the Emperor's men back? How many times was he to tell the Emperor that he had no intention of marrying some continent noblewoman just so that trade would be improved within the two worlds? This was it. He was going to murder the men, all but one. That one could carry his fellows back to the royal and tell him that Tsugaru Kaikyou was going to marry no woman.

He moved to the door, sliding it open as he slipped his sandals on. His sword sliding so easily into his belt, he set forth into the night. He slipped between the dark trees and tall grass. He bent low, stalking forward with ancient precision taught to him since his royal birth.

The wolves were ahead. A thankful acquisition from his long-passed sempai, the wolves were good markers for trespassers that set foot upon his lands. He listened to the snarls and frowned as he moved. They must all have been gaining age, where normally they were quick to the strike, this night, they appeared to be taking their time with their prey.

Tsugaru's movements slowed until he was walking. Pausing behind a tree, he looked forth, seeing a figure indeed on his lands. The azure gaze of Tsugaru watched in silence as the figure remained frozen, the wolves pawing at him.

The wolves weren't… they weren't killing him though.

Did that mean that the person was not with the Emperor? Perhaps the person was a wanderer from a nearby village? Why would one wander many miles to be here of all places though? The person would have had to have traveled for many a moons, passed several villages and private lands. The neighboring homes were home to finicky men and women. There was… there was just no way!

The alpha wolf turned, looking over at him before sitting upon its hindquarters. Its pack moved away, watching the figure anxiously.

Whatever the reason for this person's appearance on his lands, the fact remained that they were on his lands and for that reason, there would be punishment. Tsugaru moved forth, drawing his blade from its sheath. The blade glinted in the moonlight, furthering in the wolf pack's nervousness.

He moved forward and stared down only to pause once again. His eyes widened in surprise. A woman? The clothing was like nothing he had ever seen, even when he had lived in the royal home. The cloth looked to be white, with pink, a color of the women's court? But that was confusing, the women of the royal home made sure to have the most complex yukatas, delicate patterns of nature and figures drawn upon the silk they wore, but this person's yukata was nothing like that.

A strange helmet covered the person's ears, furthering Tsugaru's confusion. It looked useless, as though the lightest of strikes from his blade would sever it in two. The helmet would protect him from nothing.

He wasn't even entirely sure if it was a man or a woman.

Tsugaru sheathed his weapon before bending down, turning the person so that he might see their face. Dark lashes hid the person's eyes, softer than any silk black hair meeting Tsugaru's calloused hands. He looked down upon the person and felt his confusion further. Was this a man? A woman?

He embarrassedly travelled a hand down the person's front, groping at where he knew men to have their most personal possession. His face deepened into a scarlet as he felt the man's parts. Pulling his hand away, he murmured a low apology before lifting the man into his arms. He stood up and moved through the woods, petting the wolves that followed at his heels for a moment. His gaze shifted to the man in his arms.

What could bring this man so far from his lands? Wh-

"…don't…leave me…" The person in his arms shuffled, speaking with an accent he had never before heard. He was shocked by the voice. It sounded like the man had been through much before arriving here.

He walked passed his home to his bathhouse, watching the dripping spring water that ran through the small hut quietly. Tsugaru looked at the man's garments once more before sighing.

It was going to be a long evening…

~.~

A/N: -drooling over this prompt- Tsugaru~ Tsu-chan…

Psyche: -covers the screen- MINEEEEEEEE!

Review, good peeps. Reviews are awesome… Tsugaru will wolves and a sword though… -is going to suffer, thinking about this prompt at work-