Ok so this is the second chapter for Destines form. I have Crossyourteez to thank for this chapter she is amazing and helped me alot with the grammer of this story so GO CROSSYOURTEEZ!! WHoooo . Sorry this took so long I had it writen just no one to help me with the grammer so sorry but hopefully some one is still out there waiting for my little mezzyly story so Enjoy
Oh yea I do not own YuYu duh
The air scorches my lungs and my muscles scream in agony, but I can't stop. Panic drives me forward, and I have to keep running.
An unknown source fuels me forcing me in a preordained path; it's a foreign feeling that pushes everything to the back seat. As long as I run I'll be safe and I am free to think.
Nothing around me looks familiar. The forest blurs at my sides and scents rip though my nose. My claws send dirt flying behind me, and the mystery force propels me forward.
Are they following me? Do they think I'll hurt someone? The image of me tearing and ripping Sasiy's throat sends a wave of nausea through me, sickening me.
...It was so easy for me , so simple for me to attack her and –I swallowed bile- to steal her life.
Have I become a monster in this form? Didn't I have a choice...?
Certainly, there must've been some other way to escape my prison. Why had these thoughts not appeared sooner, before I went crazy?
Then, worse thoughts.
What if I do hurt someone if I see them? Running for your life seems a perfect time for self-doubt and fear. Fear of myself, and what I.... what I could do to people....
Everything is too cluttered, confused and panicked. My mind reels, pounding blood in my ears.
Then suddenly there is no reason to run anymore, this is where I stop.
The foreign feeling had eased. My body strains under my still weight, wobbles and then collapses. God... I hate running. I'm going to stay here for the rest of my life. The grass is soft like silk under me. Every bone in my body screams but in a clear revived way. Which is sick.... the way I got here is far from reviving. But nothing stops the joyous thoughts... I'm free! No more lousy meals, no more stupid mean wolves, and no more peering eyes! Free, despite the fact that I'm a monster. Free!
Hmm... I wonder what I'm going to do now? My stomach rumbles angrily.
...I guess eating would be a good idea, but I really don't think there's any food place that serves to wolves. Crap. It's not even like I can go and catch something for myself. I'm too lazy, too slow and having to pluck fur off of some poor creature is not something I'm ready to do.
If I only had stupid hands with stupid thumbs!!! If I could have thumbs again, I would never take them for granted. Ever.
So food is a definite out. I guess sleeping would be good. I can get my strength back and then make a game plan. Yep that sounds good.
My eyes slip closed and I await sleep to take hold. Of course when you really want to go to sleep you can't and this was no exception. Opening my eyes, I scan the area around me.
The grass ends around the trunks of the towering trees that have their roots protruding from the ground, seeking something more than the simple food under the earth. This is (shockingly) a forest.
The trees loom dazzling sizes, they're spread apart and nothing but short bladed grass grows between them and most of that is dead and sparse. The trees with their sturdy absorbing roots have sucked most of the nutrients out of the ground, hindering the growth of other plant life.
Well that is the law of nature, the strongest survive. A grin spreads across my muzzle. That's what I'll be... the strongest, the top predator in this area.
Then, just as quickly as I make up my mind, I snort a laugh. Yea right, my prey would just laugh and run away from me! I wasn't made to run, before all this, I had asthma for goodness sake. I've always been the kid who gets picked last to play! And yes I know my body and lungs are no longer held down my human restrictions but still! Running sucks!
So... no one would be afraid of this big, bad, asthma-suffering wolf.
My stomach grumbles again.
But I guess I have no choice if I wish to eat . A deep sense of distress falls on my shoulders. I can suddenly feel clumps of dirt sticking to my fur. My right shoulder aches dully from Sasiy's bite. And the fact that I have no idea how to survive out here alone continues to prod and poke inside my mind.
Should I just let my instincts take over? They did get me out of the blasted Zoo, but I don't feel that primal impulse now. God knows I could use it.
An alarmed bird cry's pierces the air, snapping me out of my thoughts.
Jerking my head skyward I see countless birds of varying breeds scattering to the winds. What got them so startled? A shudder crawls across my body, making my senses bounce off the walls, nervous, alert.
Something is... off...
A feeling of uneasiness settles in my gut. Standing I shake my self off the best I can. The wind howls and trees moan under its pressure.
Then I gag, and I feel my pupils narrow into slits; my breaths snag in my lungs, choking me.
What is that smell? Death, rotten eggs, spoiled milk and stepped-in shit had nothing on this stench. It invades my canine-honed senses and clogs up my nose, suffocating me. My fur stands on end in repulsion.
What could make this smell?! It's revolting...!
And I thought my brother's feet were bad! The grass around me curls and blackens the stench like acid to it.
My eyes cloud in tears. Breathing would be lovely, (not to mention necessary), but that smell is rancid.
Oxygen! I need Oxygen!! Inhaling, I choke in putrid air. The air settles heavily on my tongue, coating it in a horrid taste. I can't force out the smell -it's everywhere, and everything.
A slight wisp of comfort passes by my nose, it's a scent intertwined with the horrid odor. It's sweet and bitter like clean crisp winter air it almost holds an... innocence within it. The scents are growing closer together, mixing and molding.
No! The first scent is of death and the second of life, they should never mix.
Before I can even grasp what I'm doing the foreign feeling is back and I'm running again, this time directly to the smell's origin.
I decide whatever the hell this feeling is I don't like it. It makes me do stupid bullshit like go running to a smell that makes me want to blow wolf chunks everywhere.
I know this feeling isn't right... it's to distant from my normal thought process. It makes me feel like an animal, and I don't like it.
Images flash across my vision. An old wrinkled women with silver locks, a blank stare and thin cracked lips speaking alien words. It was her doing, she's pulling and pushing me toward something. What, I don't know.
The smell is almost blinding my senses, tearing at them. The forest begins to thin. Shrubs and bushes appear and sun leaks though gaps in the canopy. The air is thick with a sinister air that doesn't belong here.
The woods radiate alertness and fear. With a quick mental check (courtesy of my super wolf senses) I realize all the creatures that would normally be here are staying away.
Okay... make that all smart creatures. I guess I don't fit that category.
Bursting though a gap in the underbrush my feet screech to a halt, almost sending me sprawling on my face.
Holy crap bat man!!!!
What the hell is that?
My surroundings have now changed I'm in a sort of clearing barren of vegetation just dark soil remains, but that's not what's causing my heart to fall out of my butt in shock and fear. No! standing there towering above everything beside the tops of the trees is a creature of nightmares.
The creature is grotesque its body is strained and torn . The bulk of it's muscles seem ready to rip out of its flesh. It's back is hunched causing it's arms as wide as tee trunks to barely hang above the ground. It's hands are disproportioned and painfully twisted into odd angles, their claws crusted yellow are curled to spirals... deadly talons that are completely useless,.
My ears twitch to a nearly inaudible sound of fear. The creature's labored breathing drowns out all other noises.
My attention is drawn to a miniscule movement, just on the edge of my hearing.
And there it was -the reason I had followed the horrid smell with such velocity.
It took the form of a small girl with frightened doe eyes. She sits, huddled, still as death, with her knees drawn to her chest. Directly in front of the creature
Stupid! How could I have not noticed that the creature was glaring at the girl? His eyes were wild, feral and cunning.
He cannot see her motionless form but her sweet bitter smell lingers, and he knows she's there. And so he stands, licking his bottom lip.
Waiting.
The girl's fear courses through me, driving my mind into a fury which sizzles and bubbles up my throat and erupts as an earsplitting howl.
The creature's attention falters away from her and turns to me. How dare this beast even think about hurting her? All of a sudden this girl had become important to me and now a desperate need to protect her roars within me.
Those split-second decisions you make are usually very stupid. And yes, I do that a lot. And almost always regret them.
Launching myself forward, I rush toward the creature's ankles.
Here goes nothing!
The creature blinks it's beady little eyes, trying to follow me but it is extraordinary slow. A growl escapes through my jagged fangs as I collide with the thing, teeth bared, into the creatures ankle. And, without a single second thought, I snapped my jaws shut.
His Achilles tendon is screwed.
Tar pours into my mouth.
Damn I'm going to die choking on stupid tar monster blood! The creature's ankle is so massive my jaws fit snugly around the tendon, raking across it with a sickening sound.
And an animalistic instinct takes over, and to me, this deadly, foul-smelling attack is a bit like...
Tug-of-war.
At last my teeth meet though flesh, and I savagely begin to pull back, taking the tendon with me. A blood-curdling wail fills the air. The creature's titanic fist swings by me painfully slow, but by swinging it's fist its balance is misplaced.
Crap. I'm going to become a wolf pancake, or get kicked in the face. Neither sound to good.
With a last fervent tug the tendon comes free and I go rolling backwards.
And just in case you don't know... momentum is a property or tendency of a moving object to continue moving even after it's stopped.
Well... that's what's happing with a million ton monster who no longer has the ability to walk on one leg.
And thanks to it's fat arm and my daring tug of war game, the creature began falling forward with a shocked, agonized screech that makes me cringe and grind my teeth. Surprisingly the creature falls slower then I expect.
Acting on an obvious reflex, the creature tries to catch itself with outstretched arms, but they're strained and deformed in an odd way and can't support the weight.
With a nauseating crack the creature's left arm buckles, failing it's partner and causing the creature to completely slam into the ground, sending a tremor careening though the earth.
Dirt flies in every direction. The creature lays motionless in a crater, making a deep gurgling noise. It isn't dead and only one leg is hindered, movement is still possible, but the strong bubbling stream of blood spilling out of it's ankle is a testament to a likely death by blood loss.
What should I do? Attacking it more seems pointless, but leaving it here spells disaster for anyone who happens upon it...
Oh. Shit.
The girl. Fanatically I search the clearing and find her not far from me. When did she move out from in front of the Thing? Hmm. Strange. I blink rapidly as she looks over at me with a look of shock and a deep gratitude that sends a strange reaction vibrating though my chest. Her emotions pour over me like arctic water, stealing the air from my lungs. Such an innocent presence. With amusement, I feel my tail start to wag. Like a.... dog.
A ferocious growl from the creature causes both of us to jump and be pulled from our thoughts. We give each other a side ways glance. Great minds think alike.
RUN FOR IT!
Without a second thought we both take off in a random direction. As long as it gets us away from that Thing then we're good. I'm trailing behind her, watching her Kimono ends fly out behind her. How does she run in that thing, and she's so fast too. Is she in wooden sandals? This girl is crazy.
I don't now how far we ran, but now it almost seems we are in a jungle. There's so much underbrush. I continuously get stuck and have literally fight to free my self, but the girl seems sure footed, she occasionally looks around, but she never falters in her steps. Staring at her feet I'm amazed to she that she picks her way though all the roots and vines and plant life in her path, fitting her small feet in the impossible gaps between them. Who is this girl, does she live her?
So hot so tired.. Doesn't anyone care that I've had to run ALL day, and then fight a stupid creature. That's it I quit I'm going on fucking strike. And with that i flop down where I am. Cringing only slightly from the sticks, and thorns underneath me.
"Oh"
My ears perk up at the sound of the girls startled cry. i lift my head to see that she has turned and is now staring down at me with big sad innocent eyes. For the first time I truly take in her appearance. She's small in frame with a cute little chubby face and a sharp chin. Her bangs are large and start further back from her head, their multi layered and her hair hangs long, pulled back by a unique six pointed sharp edge clip. She wears a intrigent Kimono of many layers and socks with wooden sandals.
Yea this girl is differently not normal. If only I could tell her hair and eye color I feel like I'm missing a crucial piece of her look. I tense as she gets down on her knees on my level and stares me squarely in the eye. Very slowly she outstretch her hand toward me, is she afraid I'll flee? Haven't i followed her this far. Midway she stops palm down and fingers straight. What? I'm not licking your hand that's gross.
"Don't be afraid... I won't hurt you." The girl smiles. "You saved me forest beast. Thank you."
Her voice is like wind rushing over water, calm serine and comforting, but with a high, trilling tenor as well. My nose twitches as her scent fills it. Instantly my head clears and I'm no longer tried.
Holy cow... this girl is some kind of forest fairy or healer, something inhuman...
But I guess I don't have that much room to talk. I'm no longer human.
"My name is Yukina."
Yukina. I like that name, it's pretty. Carefully I lift my muzzle and meet her outstretched hand.
Crud! She's freezing! My body shakes; it's like I just but my nose on ice. I hear her giggle quietly and I allow her icy fingers to glide down my face and neck.
This is heaven... no wonder dogs love to be petted! This is great.
Her small hands never stray from my face and neck... which is a strange comfort. It's been so long since I've had actually physical contact with any living thing that wasn't violent. Sorrow grips me.
As a human I always had friends around me. I was laughing always touching. I lived off of my friends and the happiness they supplied me, then suddenly I was ripped away from all of the love I had surrounded myself in and now here was this girl who had tested preconceived boundaries without fear and I had accepted her.
It seems ridiculous that a mere pat would stir such profound emotions that now swirled within me.
Stranger still, all the emotions seemed to be of trust and the warm accepted feeling of a long standing friendship. Somehow Yukina had unconsciously filled a gap in me I had ignored for four months.
Whether or not I understood it, Yukina was now my friend and an intense need to be by her had surfaced. It was one those things that happens suddenly and with out need of an explanation..
I must sound like a stalker. Thank god telepaths aren't real, right?
Man... I must really be lonely if I can accept someone so easily, but how could you not with her big eyes and her constant smile...? Ugh if I was human I think this girl would challenge my sexual preferences. Which was very, very weird.
Even though my joking I could still feel the bond between me and Yukina growing. Might as well just accept it now anyway. Why not be friends with this cute little girl?
As time passes Yukina's strokes become more leisurely and slow. As my head lays on her small knees, the day's events catch up with me and I finally feel the ache of my overused muscles, and my head clouds with fatigue. How long had I run with out proper rest? Way to damn long if you asked me. I'm sleeping for a freaking week...
A shriek rips though my ears and I go tumbling to the ground.
Son of a whore...!
What the hell?! Is that my heart beating on the ground? I think it exploded out of my chest. I look up at the cause of my mini heart attack and see Yukina looking fretful and biting her fisted knuckles. What's her deal?
More importantly, why should I care?
There was no physical danger that I could smell so, yawning, I lay my head back down to continue with my much needed sleep.
"No..." Yukina's voice was tired sounding, almost resigned.. "Forest beast... we must go, please... I was only supposed to go for a short walk and I've been gone for hours!" Yukina poked my forehead, insistently. I suppressed the urge to growl. "Genkai must be so worried about me. We have to go back to the temple."
Forget you, Yukina, I'm sleeping I don't give a rat's left ear who Genkai is and if she's worried or not.
I just stare up at her with what I hope is a "are you f-ing crazy look" but I highly doubt she'll get the memo.
"Please I know your weary... but you can rest when we get to the temple and I'll feed you too."
Ding ding ding. We have a winner folks, if you ever want my fat ass to move offer me food and a place to sleep, so I could become even more of a fatty. Which is sad, but I don't care. With a sigh I heave myself up shakily.
Yukina smiles down at me and turns; so our grand adventure begins again. Did I ever tell any one how much I hate hiking? And running? And taking a mouthful of a wanna be Hulk?
The jungle terrain continues for a while but slowly it returns to a normal forest with barely any underbrush.
This sure is a strange forest... it doesn't know what it wants to be. Now that it's easier for me to walk and I don't have to worry about randomly thorned vines, I can stare up at the trees. They're all strange trees that look similar to normal trees but with different shapes and smells...
Hey, is that a plum tree? Stopping I turn from our path and stare at the smallest tree I've seen all day. It's medium height with twisted branches reaching for the sun. The blooms cover the tree making it almost look like one giant flower.
"Hey look Yukina a plum tree!!" I'm startled when three sharp barks come spewing out of me. Wow! Is that how I talk? Yukina looks back at me quickly, then follows my line of sight.
"Oh it's beautiful! Look at all the blossoms," Yukina sighs happily.
"Yea" I bark in reply even if she can't understand me and I look like an idiot. It just feels good to talk again.
A light breeze pushes its way though the trees swaying the plum tree, sending the blossoms spiraling into the air merrily. Laughing, I begin to chase after them.
I've always chased plum blossoms. My mom and I used to do it before she got to old. It was like me chasing bubbles... I do it because I always have.
"Umeko..."
What? Skidding to a halt, I stare a Yukina with wide eyes.
"Do you like that name? I think I'll call you that. Umeko"
I can't stop myself from laughing. Yukina's eyes grow wide. I lift my paw to my muzzle, and grin a fanged, sheepish smile.
I forgot my laughs sound like growls. I trot up to her, my tail wagging behind me.
Of course I like the name. The irony behind it almost sends me into a fit of laughter again. Umeko. Of all the names she could have chosen for me, and she chose that one, my birth name. The one my mother had chosen for me. I had been expecting a stupid name like Spot or another pet name of the sort.
Because I knew she would name me you always give animals stupid names. I'm guessing my reaction to the plum tree was what made her choose that one.
I decide I'm lucky, at least now I know what to answer to. Even if her saying my name caused me to remember all the friends... friends who called me the same name...
"Umeko... come on, we're almost there." Yukina begins to walk toward a very small gap in the trees.
I think this girl is a dictator. Yep... there's no other explanation. I wonder if I can go on strike?
Hm...
Regardless, I follow after her, completely unaware of the swift change that was about to occur, and the strange new existence I'd find myself in.