Title: ‘Of Men and Wolves’
Prologue/Teaser
Pairings: Future Tsume/Kiba
Rating: R
Warnings: Angst, yaoi/shonen-ai, AU?
Disclaimers: Main characters are
property of BONES. I make no money off them.
Notes: The timeline continues
from the end of the show.
Enjoy
^-^
His
feet pounded the wet pavement with each step he took. His sneakers were soaked
to the point that he could feel his toes and soles tingle with the cold from
the water. He stepped into another puddle, hardly caring that the hems of his
jeans were now much darker as the water crept higher through the cloth. He
stopped long enough to obey the laws of the land as he watched the traffic
lights before him blink with the image of a red man. It meant ‘Stop’ and let
the cars have their right of way.
It
meant Stop and let life pass by in a never-ending circle of misery and
darkness.
He
lowered his gaze to his wet shoes and stuck his hands deeper into the pockets
of his jacket as if hoping that it would give him the warmth that he so
desperately needed. His dark hair fell in damp ringlets around his face,
perhaps shielding him away from society’s ugly glare.
How
long had he been running? From whence had he come from? Time seemed to have
lost all sense and meaning to him. He knew that he was running to meet
someone…to find something…but…
“Hey,
move it!”
“Ah…”
He
staggered and had to steady himself quickly as the other pedestrians walked
past him. It was a moving mass of humans and he felt like he was in the middle,
standing still, unable to get his feet to cooperate with him.
He
took a step forward – almost tentative and was immediately faced with a barrage
of insults from a man in a yellow automobile before him.
“What
the fuck are ya doing, kid?! You can’t just cross the fucking road when cars
are moving!!”
Horns
blared. Tempers flared. He held out his hands as if to shield himself from the
chaos around him. However, something
deep within him – like a dull flame flickering higher and higher within the pit
of his stomach – rose to the surface. The mindless cacophony of an irate
society dulled and yet sharpened his senses and everything seemed to slow down
before him. He ‘opened’ up his eyes and saw it - the fine hairs on the man now
standing inches before him with a thunderous expression on his visage. He could
see every pore on the pale flesh, could almost taste the hot cold drops of
sweat that oozed out of them. His breathing quickened as a strong and
indescribable scent assailed his senses.
Meat.
He
was hungry after all.
He
licked his lips and eyed the rather fat and juicy neck. He could see
every nerve and vein throbbing with blood, with life! How wonderful and
delicious it would be to have a taste of this being to nourish his famished soul.
He had been running for a long time and it was only a matter of time before his
instincts would kick in.
To
hunt. To kill.
That
was his mission and he was one to never fail when it came to such matters.
His
hands seemed to move on their own accord. He watched in fascination as the
man’s eyes began to widen in fear. He wondered what the man could be seeing for
if he had known, the young man would have seen that his expression was anything
but human at the moment. For what the taxi driver saw was a beast – one with
narrowed teal eyes, shaggy wet hair and fangs within a mouth that seemed to
stretch with each passing second.
The
taxi driver felt something damp between his legs and he knew that he had
finally given way to his fear. Uttering a breathless squeak, he tried to run
away – begging for forgiveness, for the young man to spare his life. He was
just a poor man. He had a wife and kids and he loved them very much. Please,
please don’t kill me!
But
the smell of fear is a potent drug – intoxicating - and the young man was no
stranger to it. He didn’t care about the man’s family or his welfare. He was
hungry and if he didn’t eat soon, he would probably die of starvation.
He
lunged.
“Aaaah!!”
But,
the next sequence of events went by in such a blur that the man was not sure of
what had just happened. He knew he had been this close to taking a chunk out of
the taxi driver’s neck, but now he found himself being pulled away rather
roughly by a very strong hand and literally thrown upon the back of what seemed
to be a motorcycle.
The
glazed and maniacal look in the man’s eyes cleared away slowly to reveal the
chaotic mess that he was now leaving behind. The taxi driver was now a
blubbering mass in the middle of the road. Other cars had stopped to stare.
Passersby had also stopped to witness the strange incident and as if the
excitement would never end, two police cars were now chasing he and his
mysterious ‘rescuer’.
He
had to wrap his arms tightly around the taller man’s waist for fear he would
fall off the speeding motorbike as he stared at the small silver ponytail that
peeked out of the black helmet, with curiosity.
“Faster…”
he finally muttered against the leather cloth upon the man’s back.
He
couldn’t see the smirk on the other’s face. “You don’t have to tell me that
twice,” came the raspy reply. “Hold on tightly.”
I
am crazy,
he thought as he closed his eyes and allowed the rushing wind to envelope them
in its cocoon. Why am I going with him? I don’t…don’t even know who he is…
“You
have a nerve to try to do that in the middle of the street,” the man was saying
as the dark-haired man opened up his eyes to stare at their new surroundings.
They were now out of the city and going down the highway. He could still hear
the sirens behind them, but they were rather faint. “Just what the hell were
you thinking?”
The
dark one said nothing and closed his eyes again. He was so very hungry and he
had been running for so long.
The
silver-haired man turned his head a little to stare at his new burden with a
raised brow.
“Did
you say something?” he asked quickly as he focused his attention back on the
road again.
“Ki…Kiba…”
the other muttered wearily. “My name…Kiba…”
The
silver-haired one frowned lightly before nodding, as if he had somehow expected
such a name in the first place. “The name’s Tsume,” he finally replied with a
screech of the brakes as he made a sharp turn around a corner. “Welcome to my
world.”