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Chapter Two
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"Remus eh? Nice to meet you too Remmy." Fenrir smiled back and held out his large hand. Remus eagerly took the man's hand, like what his father do when he meets with new people.
But instead of shaking his hand, Fenrir took the little hand and took a deep breath from it. He was surprised at the boy's sweet scent. Never in his life he scented something so… exquisite as the boy. The werewolf took another whiff of it and notice the evident scent of death that lingered from the boy. Something inside of him ached knowing someone so, innocent and so fragrant has death sitting next to him. Still, he ignored it, he need to take another sniff.
"Fenrir?" the boy asked out, his voice a little wary.
The werewolf quickly snapped back into reality and dropped the boy's hand. "Sorry." He quickly said. What's wrong with him? He cant just zoned out on people like that. The large man observed the sickly boy with scrutiny. Why do he feel this way? How can he let a mere boy ruin his focus like that. He's Fenrir Greyback for heave's sake! He's the most wanted werewolf in all of Britain, and feared all over Europe.
"You smell like chocolate and death." The werewolf finally broke the silence between them. Remus looked at him funny and said, "Well my mum came earlier to bring me hot chocolate." The boy mumbled, and to the man's amusement fidgeted and began chewing on his fingernail, a habit that he himself used to have. "Umm…Do you want some?" He offered. Fenrir nooded and took a seat on a chair near the hospital bed, watching silently as the boy in the hospital robe moves gracefully for someone who has an IV stuck in his hand.
He accepted the generous serving silently, giving a small grunt of thanks to the boy. He carefully drink the warm liquid, watching the boy as he sip the liquid delicately. It surprise him how he felt no anger nor annoyance around the boy. He usually cannot stand little children, leaving the baby sitting to the women of the pack. But not with Remus. He wanted to be with the boy.
He doesn't mind the little odd question that the boy asked, nor the invitation to take a look at the boy's colouring book. He loved every minute that he spends near the boy, enjoying the simplicity of a child.
But then he noticed something odd.
"Arent you supposed to be resting pup?" He curiously asked, nodding to the IV on the boy's left arm. Remus nooded nonchalantly and finished his hot chocolate before replying, "I'm not supposed to walk around too much, but because today's my birthday, the doctor allowed to walk around as long as I bring my IV along." He wiggled his arm, his face showing distate. "I don't like having needless stuck in my arm."
Fenrir listened silently and leaned forward to wiped a smudge of chocolate on the corner of Remus's lips with the back of his hand. "Happy birthday then Remmy." He smilled down to the boy, who flushed and muttered his thanks to the man. He is just too adorable!
The sat in a comfortable silence together near the window, with the radio playing muggle Christmas tunes, humming to the all too familiar melody and chuckling when realizing it. Remus's eye bore with deep intensity to the men, whom in return gaze at the boy for a second or two before looking away from him.
It's strange how neither felt bored with each other. They're just content sitting there face to face with the window open, freezing their ass off while humming Christmas songs along with the radio. Hours flew by like minutes, without them even realizing it.
When the sun began to set, Fenrir felt his wolf began taking over his senses and he began to crave the taste of raw meat. "I have to go." He suddenly said, standing up and walking to the open window. He then remembered about the tongue-stuck-on-a-pole boy that he was supposed to be picking up and opted for the door instead. "See ya 'round kid."
Fenrir walked out of the room, denying the desire to stay at the room and just transform there. He hoped that he boy would stop him. He hoped that the pup would plead him to stay. He transformed there, he thought. He could be an innocent wolf and hoped he will just curled down on the floor with the boy petting his head and scratching his ears without killing anybody.
'Laying curled on the floor? Coddled?' he inwardly scoffed. 'A minute with that kid and I've gone soft as a cheesecake.' He stop on his tracks and laughed defeatedly, rubbing his mid length grey hair to calm his nerves. "I'll be damned if I act like this in front of the dumbass." He said to himself referring to the kid he brought earlier.
And so he walked away. Even tough he love to stay, he couldn't. He had a pack to take care, and a wolf growling inside of him. But just before he walked out of the cancer ward, a small hand tugged on his tight muscle shirt. Fenrir turned around to see a flushed Remus with a nurse fussing over him.
"Will you come and visit again? Please?" He asked timidly, holding Rocky the stuffed dog tightly. The boy's hopeful words made Fenrir chest flutter with strage feelings. He leaned down and whispered on the boy's ear, "Only if you promise to keep the window open."
With that said, he caress the boy's cheek one last time before turning back and walk out of the cancer ward. It took all of his willpower not to turn and see weather the boy is still there. 'Keep walking you mutt.' He thought to himself as he began walking down the stairs.
On the intersection of the two floor he stopped, his inner wolf growling to him, ordering him to stay. Surprisingly his wolf liked the idea of being cuddled by the child. Fenrir gave a defeated sigh before continuing down the flight of stairs. He must leave. What if the wolf decided that he wanted a snack while being cuddled by sweet Remus?
'Sweet Remus?' Fenrir thought to himself unbelievably, trying to ignore the fact that he just called someone sweet. But the werewolf cannot hide the fact that the boy made him feel emotions that he thought was lost. Just sitting there with him made Fenrir feel more secure than being amongst his pack.
Mussing over this fact, the Alpha grabbed the collar of the pole boy's shirt and lead him out from the hospital.
"Alpha?" The boy asked him timidly as they walked to their car, "Why do you smell… funny?"
Fenrir gave him a look and gave him a good shove. "It's the medication kid." He said his mind filled with questions and his heart still anchored to the boy.
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I think the last sentence was to cliché. LOL.