Alright here it is my first story!! YAY!! Lol, I had this idea in my head shortly after I finished watching the Wolf's Rain series and I finally was able to put up the first chapter so without further delay here it is! Hope you like it I worked really hard!
Disclaimer: Sadly, as much as I would love to I do not own Wolf's Rain! Please don't sue me! On the other hand, the characters and the storyline that I have created for the sake of this story are indeed mine.
Warning: This story contains strong language, violence, and yaoi! I'm telling you now in this warning! If you don't like yaoi or have never even heard of it PLEASE press that pretty little button called the back button and find something else! I'm sorry but I really didn't write this story for people giving me crap cuz they don't like yaoi!
Summary: In the new world of paradise, Tsume and Toboe find themselves leading different lives, their memories completely erased. Little do they know their feelings of the past are about to be reawakened. Tsume/Toboe
Awakened By The Moonlight
Chapter 1: Strangers
"Tsume! Tsume! Where are you? Tsume!"At the sound of his name, Tsume quickly awoke to find himself drenched in sweat, his head pounding.
"Damn it!" he screamed his voice echoing in the empty room. Sitting up, Tsume placed his head in his hands hoping the unbearable pain would go away.
When it only seemed to get worse, he got up slowly from his bed and made his way to the bathroom…or more like a room with a sink and a window whatever the hell happened to the toilet he didn't want to know. Tsume gazed down at the big hole where the toilet should have been and smirked. No he really didn't want to know. After all, this wasn't his real place just a sort of hideout from the cops until morning.
"Heh, they're so easy to fool…" Tsume stared at his reflection in the mirror the dark circles under his amber eyes overpowering the rest of his features. Slowly, he began to examine the rest of his body, which was in no greater state. His skin once tanned and beautiful had turned pale and sickly from his lack of sleep. His strong built chest under his gray undershirt as well as his legs merely transformed into weak limbs. His silver- white hair, unique haircut and style the only things setting him away from being completely unrecognizable.
"Damn it…." He growled suddenly reminded of his headache when a sharp sign of pain ran through his reflection. With great urgency, Tsume reached in the back pocket of his black leather pants pulling out a bottle. He then twisted of the top, tilted the bottle until two blue pills were in his hand and placed it back in his pocket. Turning on the sink, he quickly popped the two pills in his mouth and swallowed. Filling his hands with water, Tsume drank then shut the faucet off. He walked back to his bed and lied down his arms placed behind him supporting his head. Gazing at the moon, which could be seen through the window right by his bed, Tsume wondered like always why he had been having the same nightmare for over three months now. Tsume closed his eyes to recall the memory…he had been riding his motorcycle down a familiar street when all of a sudden he had felt this strange feeling that someone was whispering his name over and over again and every time he looked out towards the sky (at a red light of course he wasn't so stupid to look around when he was driving) he was in the wrong place.
Feeling his headache slowly dissipate, Tsume closed his eyes finally allowing sleep to claim him when there came a sudden knock at the door. Tsume sat up and stayed quiet his mind racing at the theory that it might have been the police. Can't be the cops, they couldn't have followed me…
"Hey Tsume open up!" Tsume concluding whom it was got up, made his way to the door, and opened it. Standing on the other side was a tall boy with black hair and green eyes. He was dressed in a dark blue long sleeve shirt, ripped jeans, and had on a black leather jacket.
"What the hell do you want Holland?" Tsume growled only to be pushed aside as the boy let himself into the apartment. "I tell ya it's like trying to see the damn president!" "You don't know how many people I had to ask just to get your address." Holland sighed making himself comfortable on one of the ripped up couches. "What time is it?" Tsume asked watching as Holland glanced at his watch. "It's about three am." His expression the same. His anger rising Tsume barked out, "WHY THE FUCK DID YOU WAKE ME UP AT THREE IN THE MORNING FOR!" Holland glared at him. "MAN, WHAT THE HELL'S UP YOUR ASS? YOU WERE ALREADY UP BY THE LOOKS OF IT!" Tsume only glared back realizing he was about to get in deeper trouble, Holland backed off. " Look sorry boss but this is really important, I just got this information about an hour ago from one of our reliable sources."
Tsume's attention was captured as he listened to the change of tone in his voice and the serious expression on his face. Sensing that he finally got his attention, Holland continued, "Do you remember that big heist we pulled off two weeks ago? The one with the big mansion and the high society family?" Tsume taking a moment to think answered, "You mean the one where security was the biggest bitch to get through? Holland nodded. "Yeah I remember why?" Holland took a moment, sighed and continued.
"Tsume…every single one of them, every man that came with us that night…. they're all dead." Holland looked up at Tsume noticing for the first time the shocked expression etched on his face. As soon as it was noticed however, Tsume quickly regained his composure slipping back on his cold mask. Facing away from Holland, he finally spoke.
"How did they find us?" Holland realizing he had just asked him a question answered, "Apparently one of our younger recruits got careless and got caught by the cops. Given the right persuasion from the family he sang like a damn canary and sold us all out. He showed the police where to find us and shortly after almost all of our gang were captured and executed by the very head of the family using them as if they were fucking target practice." Holland's hands gripped tighter to his jeans as his voice shook with anger.
"One by one they were all killed because of us Tsume and because of this…" He then pulled out something from the inside of his jacket that was wrapped in a black scarf. Holland gripped the scarf unwrapping it to reveal a tattered book. He then got up and proceeded to hand the book to Tsume. When Tsume turned it over his eyes widened at the title. "The Book of the Moon…" he whispered. Holland confused by the look on Tsume's face couldn't help but think aloud. "Have you seen it before Tsume?" "No, but I…" Suddenly grabbing his head Tsume staggered to the ground his face constricted with pain. Holland immediately rushed to his side panicking trying to figure out what he could do.
"Tsume what's wrong?!" Tsume feeling his headache only grow stronger growled at the pain before he fell forward slowly passing out onto the floor. Holland still panicking over the situation frantically checked his pulse breathing a sigh of relief when he felt a slow but steady rythm. Not thinking clearly at the moment, Holland tried to heave the heavy leader over his shoulder, which resulted in the two both collapsing on to the floor.
Holland finally calming down to think straight settled on dragging and rolling him onto the nearby sofa. "I'm damn lucky you're not awake otherwise I'd probably be dead for even touching you." He sat on the couch opposite of Tsume's and studied his face. Holland knew that whatever was wrong with Tsume wasn't good news. For as long as he knew him, Holland knew that Tsume never and I mean NEVER liked to show any sign of weakness, even while wounded. So for Tsume to collapse in front of him no less meant he must have been in excruciating pain. As Holland's mind raced, a low moan was heard as Tsume rolled over onto his back.
Holland snapping out of his thoughts, gazed down at Tsume's chest rising up and down slowly. Letting out a breath he hadn't know he'd been holding, Holland walked over to where the book still lied sprawled out on the floor, picked it up, and quickly skimmed through it's pages.
Holland jumped when he suddenly heard Tsume stir in his sleep.
"Para…Paradise….". Completely confused by Tsume's sudden choice of words Holland realized something. Turning to the first page of the book his eyes locked on one word. "Paradise…" he read out loud. Taking his eyes off the page, he gazed back up at Tsume. After a few moments, Holland closed the book and lied back on the couch. "Damn...and I thought nothing interesting was gonna happen today." Holland smirked closing his eyes drifting off to a much needed state of sleep, leaving his thoughts to wither away until the morning.
Tsume awoke staring at the ceiling his mind completely separated from his body. He turned his head over to where Holland was snoring rather loudly. Suddenly remembering what happened the night before, he quickly got up and without a second thought, picked him up by the scruff of his shirt. Amazingly this still didn't wake the boy up for Holland's head rolled back and he continued to snore. Losing his patience, Tsume hit him on the head which was definitely enough to wake him up for in the next few moments Holland seemed to use every cuss word in the book.
"WHAT THE HELL TSUME?!" Holland yelled after his very colorful speech, rubbing his head. Tsume smirking at his anger then remembered why he had woken him up in the first place.
"Holland, why the hell would some rich family be killing over that book?" Holland's face went blank for a moment then was flashed with anger once more. "YOU HAD TO WAKE ME UP SO VIOLENTLY FOR THAT!" With these words, Tsume only tightened his grip on Holland's shirt. "Quit your bitching and just answer the question," he barked. This just adding on to Holland's anger.
"I would if you would FUCKING PUT ME DOWN! ASSHOLE!" Tsume getting ready to kick his ass suddenly chose not to for the sake of his answer. Biting his tongue, Tsume lowered Holland to his feet. Brushing himself off, Holland picked up the book laying not too far from where they were standing. "It turns out, this ended up being some sort of heirloom passed down from generation to generation of the family." Holland paused to reach into his back pocket he pulled of a pack of cigarettes, took one out, and brought it to his lips. He began patting down his clothing apparently searching for something. Reaching around, Tsume grabbed his lighter and tossed it to Holland who caught it with his left hand.
"Thanks," Holland mumbled before lighting his cigarette and taking a deep drag. He breathed out a cloud of smoke and continued. "Hell we thought is was valuable so we stole the damn thing but apparently it's worth enough to get us all killed." Why the family thinks it's so important is beyond me. I mean it's a damn book! What's it got the secrets of life or youth or some shit like that?" Tsume stared at the book before turning away gazing at the window watching as the sun rose higher and higher into the afternoon. Holland then remembered something that had been bugging him in the back of his mind.
"Hey Tsume? When you were passed out you kept saying the word Paradise over and over again. Didn't you say you'd never seen the book before?" Tsume looked at him confused at what he was saying. "What the hell kind of question is that?" He suddenly growled after a few moments. "I've never seen that book before just like I told you so stop asking and get off my back!" Holland completely unmoved by this outburst continued.
"If you've never seen it before than why in the hell are you talking about Paradise or whatever the hell it's called when it's right here in this book?" Tsume couldn't think of an answer for his ears suddenly had picked up footsteps coming up the stairs… fast and he had a feeling they weren't coming for a visit. Tsume didn't know what the hell was going on he could hear the cops coming up the stairs and everything…wait the cops?! Tsume quickly grabbed his black leather jacket from on top of the couch put it on, zipped it up, and buckled it at the bottom. Seeing Tsume getting ready, Holland spoke unsure of what was going on.
"Tsume what are you…" and then he heard them, the shouts from the police coming up the stairs.
"Damn it looks like they found us." Holland quickly grabbed the book and put it in the inside of his jacket. He then turned to Tsume who was standing on the edge of the window. "We're going to have to jump." Holland stared wide-eyed at Tsume as if he had just said the most stupid thing in the whole entire world.
"You're joking right?" Tsume could hear the cops getting closer and closer until they were outside the door. "You got a better idea?" Hearing the cops shouting to bust open the door, Holland made his decision. "We die and I'm coming after you! I swear Tsume!" He screamed looking down at what he saw was his early grave. Feeling a bit impatient, Tsume grabbed Holland and jumped letting gravity take care of the rest. Tsume stared down at the concrete below, he didn't even know if this was going to work but it was better than being taken in by the cops. Tsume tried to think of any possible way they might come out of this alive but it didn't seem likely. Holland is going to be pissed…Tsume though bracing himself for the pain he was about to endure closing his eyes until….
Tsume felt himself land on his feet, his knees bent from the impact. "What the…." Tsume began but was interrupted by someone screaming his name above him. Realizing what little time he had left, Tsume quickly raised his arms and caught Holland. Placing him on the concrete floor, he then turned to look around.
Looks like no one saw us that's good…he turned back to Holland who was reaching all over his body to find any traces of damage. Finally concluding that all of his organs were in place Holland looked up at Tsume his face a pale white.
"We…..are…never… doing that EVER AGAIN!" Tsume finding no time for this stood up and began to run. Holland catching his breath got up and followed Tsume into the alley.
After what seemed like hours of running, Tsume finally stopped much to Holland's delight who felt like his lungs were going to explode. "Thank….God….I thought you would never stop…Holland managed to get out as he gasped for air breathing in deeply with each word. Tsume's amber eyes locked on to the rising full moon so deep in thought that he didn't even hear Holland. What the hell is happening to me? His mind questioned. First I can hear things even when they're not right in front of me and then when I jump out of a building I come out without a scratch? Heh…maybe I'm just getting really lucky…
"Tsume! Hello, did you hear me?" Holland asked annoyed at the fact that Tsume wasn't even paying attention. "Shut up," Tsume barked his mind still full with his own problems. Suddenly something made his head turn back towards the direction of the rising moon. He could hear a voice, a soft voice whispering his name over and over again. Tsume gasped as the realization hit him. It was the voice from his dream! Just like his dream but…gentle. Holland about to add a fuck you to Tsume's comment was shocked to find that his leader actually had a peaceful look on his face. A look that in all his years of knowing him he had never seen before. Then something amazing happened, something he had never imagined would ever happen in his lifetime…
Tsume was smiling. Holland looked around and blinked about a dozen times, it wasn't the end of the world and he definitely wasn't seeing things. "Tsume..", he managed to say before Tsume turned back to him his cold and familiar expression back on his face. "You don't hear it?" Holland confused at Tsume's question only shook his head. He was about to say something only to watch Tsume run towards the moon disappearing into the darkness. Realizing what just happened, Holland stood up and ran after him. "Hey Tsume!" he bellowed, trying to make his way through the back alleys which were no damn picnic. He couldn't even see Tsume anymore, which was not good, but no matter how fast he seemed to be going the tall leader never came into view. Calling it quits after running into what seemed like the tenth trashcan, Holland stopped to catch his breath. "Damn it Tsume…what the hell is going on?"
Tsume had no idea where he was going only that every time he took a step further the voice would grow louder and louder. He didn't even know where his feet were taking him but there was a feeling deep in his chest that he was going the right way. Something was drawing him in and like a mad man he was following it. Guided by the voice and this strange feeling, Tsume kept on running his heart beating faster and faster. Finally turning a corner the voice stopped, feeling his destination reached, Tsume looked up and froze.
There resting on a wall with his hands behind his head was a boy about the age of sixteen or seventeen Tsume guessed. His eyes were closed as if he were deep in thought. He wore a reddish zipped up jacket, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms; his hair shoulder length and auburn colored. The boy also had on green army cargo pants, which were tucked at the bottom into his black military style boots. Tsume's attention was then drawn to the four silver bracelets worn around his right arm that glimmered in the moonlight.
The boy then opened his eyes to reveal big light brown orbs, which gazed up at the full moon. No matter how hard he tried, Tsume could not stop staring at the boy, a feeling washing over him he couldn't quite explain. Taking a step forward, Tsume was pulled from his trance when he felt glass crush underneath his left boot.
The boy startled by the sudden noise turned directly towards Tsume, his eyes widening when they fell upon him. As if time had stopped , the two stared at each other, both of them looking deep into the very soul of the other. Breaking the trance, Tsume took two steps forward his mind telling him not to but his heart telling him otherwise. The boy didn't move but began to tremble as Tsume drew closer and closer towards him. Tsume was so closed to the boy, he could hear and feel his breathing, which had quickened as Tsume raised his hand up reaching cautiously for the boys face. There was something about those eyes…. that drew him in as the moonlight lit up the boys face…he knew he had seen those eyes before but…
His heart beating faster and faster Tsume gently touched the boys face earning an unexpected gasp from the smaller figure in front of him. Realizing what he had done, Tsume withdrew his hand as if it were burned. Their eyes meeting for the briefest moment speaking far more than any words. Suddenly a pain unlike any other he had ever felt before had entered Tsume's mind.
Trying to keep his body from collapsing, Tsume reached into his back pocket for the bottle when a sudden scream entered his senses; gazing down he was shocked to see the boy on the floor, his head in his hands, screaming from some unseen pain. Is he feeling the same thing I'm feeling? Tsume questioned his thoughts interrupted when the pain seemed to double. Staggering to the ground, Tsume tried once again to reach for the bottle only to find his back pocket empty. "Damn it! It must have fallen out!" Tsume growled feeling his luck being torn away from him.
"Hey, I hear something! Lieutenant over here!"
Now this was just fantastic! The cop's were right on his ass and they were sure to find him if he didn't do something about the boy's screaming. "Kid, shut up!" Tsume warned his own anger at the pain getting the best of him. Tsume brought the boy to his feet yelling over and over for him to be quiet but it wasn't working. Tsume could hear the cops getting closer and closer as he began to panic. He had to do something and do it fast.
Taking the boys face in his hands, Tsume quickly pressed his lips against the boys in a desperate attempt to silence him. The boy stopped, his screams being muffled by Tsume's mouth before he stared at the taller figure in front of him with wide golden brown orbs. He could feel the boy stop shaking against him as his eyelids slowly drooped lower and lower.
Tsume's mind seemed to turn blank when he felt the boy's soft lips pressed against his; he was even more shocked when the boy slowly closed his eyes as if he was letting himself be taken into the pleasure of the kiss. Tsume, expelling all resolution inside of him placed his arms gently around the boy's waist bringing him closer and closer against his body.
He froze when he felt two soft hands slowly wrap around his neck bringing their contact even closer. Those lips they just felt so…perfect. Tsume couldn't think of another word that could describe them. They stood there in each other's embrace for what seemed like eternity. Behind the darkness of his closed eyes, Tsume could see images or more like memories but nothing that he had ever remembered before. Though the people in them he couldn't make out, he heard voices speaking to him as if he were actually there. Familiar words were spoken that Tsume couldn't help but remember. Then what sounded like his voice cried out something…a name.
Tsume's eyes suddenly opened wide suddenly realizing that he and the boy were still kissing. As they finally broke apart for air, Tsume was confused to find something deep inside of him growling at the absence of those soft lips. Completely pushing this thought to the back of his mind, Tsume turned his attention back to the boy. He was still breathing deeply, a scarlet blush still tainting his cheeks, Tsume tried to pay attention to something else besides how cute the boy looked at that moment. As their eyes slowly met once more, Tsume realized something he hadn't before. The pain…the unbearable pain they had both faced just moments before… was completely gone.
Tsume then felt the name repeat itself over and over again when he looked into those eyes…those strange yet familiar light brown eyes. "Toboe…", he whispered watching as the boy reacted, his eyes widening at the name. Tsume felt himself piece two and two together and he knew he was right. It felt right. This boy… was Toboe. How he knew that he wasn't sure but…his thoughts then froze when he heard a familiar voice calling his name.
"Tsume? Tsume is that you? Thank God!" Holland ran towards Tsume talking at around a hundred miles a minute before realizing that Tsume wasn't the only on there. "Who's the kid?" Holland suddenly asked turning towards Tsume. The boy seemed to gain back all his senses for he growled back at Holland, "I'm not a kid!" Holland completely ignoring him turned back to Tsume only to be rewarded with a "if you say a word I'll kill you" look.
Sensing that it was the best answer he was going to get, Holland continued. "Tsume…we don't have time for this…" he paused to emphasize on the word. "The cops are right behind me so unless you wanna get caught I suggest we move now!" Tsume turned back towards the boy, his brown eyes gazing back betraying what he knew was sadness. Holland quickly ran passed him tapping him on his shoulder to tell him it was time to go. Tsume took one last look at the boy before stepping out of what felt like their own world they had created, and ran after Holland. The boy only stood where Tsume had left him his voice echoing in the empty alleyway as he finally spoke.
"Tsume?" he whispered his heart already aching at the loss of someone he didn't even know but…his eyes glanced back to the place where the moonlight did not shine, the place where Tsume had disappeared into the veil of night.
Yay! I'm so happy that the first chapter is done! I would be more excited but it's like 4:00 in the morning! Gahh! Now I know how Tsume felt! Lol thank you for taking your time to read my story I really appreciate it! Review and tell me what you think! Love you all! See ya I'm going to bed! lol
Until we meet again,
-Hana no Shojo