⌈ WOLF's BANE ⌋

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⌈ WOLF's BANE ⌋

sVerrine | gin

 

 

"A man cannot destroy the savage in him by denying its impulses.

The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it..."

 

 

 

⌈ Character Information ⌋

 

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[td] A r a t a | C h i k a n a t s u (25)

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[td]Gender: Male

 

Personality: Intuitive, stubborn, spontaneous,

people-orientated, caring and gleeful. He is usually

easy-going, but can become quite forceful in

certain situations. He is calm and hard to piss off.

 

Bio: Arata is the only son of the Chikanatsu

household, which have been widely known in Kyoto

as to be the most successful in the Tea business,

be it exporting or selling their products inside the

country. As anticipated, the competition was high

and demanding, so the head of the family, Arata's

father, had become, over the years, a callous,

indifferent and very hard to deal with person. He

became the kind of father who had high expectations

for his son, so a rough discipline was imposed onto

little Arata. But the boy was hardly interested in the

family's business and interacted more with his mother,

a beautiful dancer who was still in business as she

vehemently refused to give up her work life, for the

sole reason that she wanted to pursue her passion.

Caring, passionate, ambitious, idealistic, Arata 'inherited'

all those traits from his mother, despite his father's

objection on having such a frivolous personality in the

harsh reality where the 'wolves', as he liked to name

his business competitors, dominated the weak

ones, which were mostly associated with Arata.

 

His views on the perfect relationship: Seeing the

contrasting (divergent if you want) personalities between

his mother and father, he strongly believes that

complementarity is the key of the, what everyone

aspires to, perfect relationship.

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[td]A being that had lived for hundreds of years,

Rezso is from the main blood of Direct Descendants;

the first werewolves. He had lived for so long and had

ruled different kind of packs; he's seemingly a rogue that

kills every Alpha's in a pack he encounters. Ruling

everyone in fear, he had settled down at the largest

pack in Europe, the Black Mist. He had it all, as he

stood at the summit watching mongrels bow down

upon him.

 

It was etched in secret scribes that the Black Mist

Pack was completely annihilated by the modernized

hunters; leaving NO ONE alive. But behind all those

rumors and tales, it had been said that the hunters

were still chasing their worst nightmare, Rezso.

 

Rezso was a very big man, towering over nearly all

other beings both human and wolf form, and appears

to be muscular and well-built. He had matted

(sometimes slick) brownish hair and a pair of

brown eyes and angular features. He usually grow

beard but sometimes shaved it when needed.

 

He's definitely good at long term planning and was

said to be a fine tactician. Rezso's definitely

cold-hearted and usually deals his problem with

force or sometimes extermination. Dangerously

territorial and short-tempered .But everything said,

the saying--"There is more to than meets the eye;"

shall be implied.

 

He loves hunting and cooking. He had no love

interest since he thought he was mateless and openly

fucks bitches when in dire needed.[/td]

[td]R E Z S O | (---)

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[sVerrine]

The hovering sun bathed the Chikanatsu household, light flooding the room enveloped in silence. A short sigh broke the soundless atmosphere and Arata directed his otherwise lost and desolate glance towards a woman, so similar with him in terms of beauty and personality. He licked his dry lips and spoke:

"Oka-san, where is father?"

 

His mother, who was folding a cerulean kimono, looked up at him inquiringly. "That is strange for you to ask. He left China yesterday, I believe he should be in Yokohama now."

 

The inquires that his mother sent were indeed explicable, as Arata wasn't so strongly interested in his father's situation, but he hated the brooding mood, the silence, so chit-chatting with his mother seemed like a good solution.

"He is not so far. Shouldn't you be waiting for his return?"

 

The woman didn't flinch at the question, she exhibited a genuine smile while folding another kimono, a crimson one this time, which had an intricate pattern of leaves. Arata couldn't help but smile himself when seeing the never ending desire of his mother of pursuing her passion, dancing. His father greatly opposed of this when the tea business started flourishing, but the woman, stubborn and with factual arguments, succeeded in deterring the man from his vehement opposing.

 

"I should, but I've been invited to dance at Yuzuru's weeding. There will be many friends attending that I haven't seen and spoken to in years. It is a good opportunity, don't you think?"

 

Arata's brows rose in surprise at what he was hearing. He had a kin interest in parties, especially those held after weeding ceremonies. He quickly wondered why he wasn't invited, given that Yuzuru and him were on good terms; they even exchanged letters frequently.

"Why was I not invited?"

 

"You were, but you can't go. Both me and your father are away, so there should be someone here to take care of the business."

Arata let out an exasperated sigh when realizing that, apart from not going to Yuzuru household, he will also be alone for the next two or three days. It was not like he was prohibited from going outside, in the city, but the fact was that the late economic crisis had a strong impact on many of the nobles, so there was little to do in town even if you went out.

"Wonderful!" The man exclaimed sarcastically. "Why is everyone in this family enjoying their lives apart from me? Doesn't it look strange to you?"

 

His mother chuckled with tenderness. "Well, if you were to find someone suitable for you and get married, you wouldn't be so bored."

 

He ignored the pervert implication that she stated and took her words seriously instead. "It is not my fault that all the women I met were boring fellows."

 

"Well, I agree with you, to be sincere. All the daughters of our friends are such boring ladies, they have no personality at all."

 

"My thoughts exactly."

 

They both looked in each other eyes and started chuckling together.

 

---

Arata was lazying around on the veranda, smoking from his pipe while looking at the dancing leaves. First day being alone, and he was crazily bored of watching the store that hardly had any customers.

It was windy for spring, but the cherry blossoms from the garden displayed a beautiful scenery even in the middle of the night, as they were bathed in the full moon's dim light. If you looked closely, the long obsidian hair which was adorning Arata's face seemed to have shades of amethysts in the light.

 

As silence was piercing his eardrums endlessly, he couldn't tell if he was content or scared when he heard a disturbingly noisy rustle in the bushes. He narrowed his eyes, to see better, but remained in the same position, because he didn't dare to approach.

'A wild animal, perhaps? Should I check?'

[gin]

"Shephard, the subject is at 4' o clock he'd annihilated our troops at the east. Hunt not to kill, soldiers. Proceed to section Delta, be on guard--good luck." A buzz then ended the communication as all soldiers in a clad of thick leather apparel and combat boots approached their subject with stealth.

 

Paws slamming at the moisten ground, making such noises that came from the crisp-dried leaves. Shimmering yellow orbs focusing direly at the path ahead as muscles contracting while swiftly gliding within the air. The feel of the cold night, and the noticeable untouched Moon, basking all entirety with its luminescence. Black lump of fur slowly arrived at the cliff of a little slope in Tokyo's forest. The animal swiftly halted with prominence as he slowly raised his head and howled a proud sound; like a roar of the Jungle's King.

 

Rezso was at least proud that he'd killed fifty hunters during the chase. His thick fur had been covered by blood as its crimson radiance was then illuminated by the moon. A snarl was evident, with his display of deadly canines, as he didn't like the fact that he had been shot by six bullets. It would've healed in a jiffy but the bullets shot were the usual kryptonite of his kind--a bullet made of Ag, the element of Silver. It wouldn't bother if it was just of a low-class but it was a lump of molten silver, the purest of its kind.

 

tsoogsh| An arrow immediately landed atop his body as he skidded poorly at the floor, growling. His eyes was filled with hatred and anger as he immediately tore the soldier's body limb by limb and smashed it into the tree. The persistent hunters knew that he was in Tokyo. He obviously didn't like the place because of its urban form, there were only few forests surrounding it and transforming in front of the crowd was of no option. Luckily for him that he found a forest and that's between Tokyo and Kyoto's boundary.

 

Hunters were really desperate of searching for him in all entirety of the earth. He'd just arrived at Japan for three days and the welcome that they gave him was quite the warmest, he sarcastically thought. Rezso then transformed into human form since he'd saw city lights fifty meters ahead. Bones quickly gave a sign of a crackle as his body distorted back to its human form. The male then removed the arrow from his abdomen that was followed by a gush of blood. It really didn't healed as what he'd predicted. The arrow that he kept holding was acid to his hands; it gave a burn feeling to his palms.

 

Lucky for him that the hunters sent at Japan were all weaklings that he'd toyed with. The werewolf immediately rested at the thickest boulder which his heat couldn't be detected by the night goggles. Yellow orbs slowly disappearing as he waited for them to leave. His head knitted as he stared at his naked self covered with bullet and arrow wounds. Some of the bullets were even stuck poorly within as he tried to scoop them with his fingers; too bad, they're too far from his finger's reach.

 

The male continued to walk aimlessly as he snapped a twig from the nearby branch and tried to reach the silver bullets inside. The pursuit was entirely his fault, he'd admitted. The main fact that he caused lot of attention at the heart of the city made the hunters notice his presence. Who would've thought that his incapacity of speaking Japanese could strike such attention; added the fact, that he had such 'foreigner ' aura with him.

 

"..." As he smashed the tree he was leaning. His anger wasn't quenched while he strolled aimlessly at the forest. His senses slowly weakening as his eyes gave a buzz feeling of exhaustion.

 

The strongest werewolf then ran out of energy, falling poorly at the hardened ground. It was lame but he really would settle the problems once he'll be awake; if he's captured of course.

[sVerrine]

The sighs of the wind grew louder. High-pitched and somewhat plaintive, it whistled through the canopies. But a loud thud broke the nature's vociferation and silence prevailed - there were no nocturnal birds chirping, no bubbling brook, no swishing of the trees, no fragrance of the cherry blossoms, nor even the smell of dirt.

 

Arata froze and his eyes started to water because he nearly forgot to puff the smoke out of his lungs. He let his pipe down and stood up. The dim light of the moon seemed to be devoured by the darkness which was setting in. Arata rose his head and looked inquiringly at the tree branches that ceased to make even a faint rustle.

 

The lithe man put aside his fear and the curiosity took over. He knew it was not a wild animal because the atmosphere would have unfolded differently, and the area around the household was put under high security. He immediately thought that it might be someone who got lost in the woods, run out of food and water and finally fell unconscious. Sure of his theory, he approached with meticulous steps and when the wind started dancing with the fragrance of blood, which pierced his nostrils violently, Arata's body became alert and adrenaline started pumping up and down his members.

 

Arata advanced another few meters, parting the bushes and cutting with a small knife some that were entangled and impossible to drive apart. The smell of blood became even more poignant for the man's senses and he couldn't help but give himself more reasons to believe his theory to be veridical. Another moments of alert walking passed, and Arata stopped a few inches away from the body that materialized in front of him, in the gripping darkness.

 

He put his hand around his mouth to cease the faintest sound to evade his parted lips and with excessive worry, Arata inspected the man. His ridiculously big and muscular body was heavily covered in blood, you couldn't tell the color of his skin beneath that crimson painful blanket of dense liquid. The air was insufficiently penetrating his lungs as his breathings were irregular and either too brusque or too slow.

Arata rushed without thinking at his side and grabbed the man's arm, but he realized he was too heavy for him to carry alone. An impatient sigh penetrated the air as he realized there was no other man, except for himself, currently in the household.

 

"Today is... Thursday." He said pensively, then thanked god. He left the wounded man's side and started running to the east, where the front and principal gate was guarded by Kazu, a guard that he trusted deeply.

He ran while panting heavily and let out a relieved sigh when seeing the figure of the man he wanted to see the most.

 

"Kazu I need you, now! Don't tell anyone." He was so desperate that he failed to observe the other's man features, how he was firstly astonished to see Arata running to him in the middle of the night, then worried at the young Chikanatsu's unusual odd attitude.

 

The both of them rushed at the scene and the greatly wounded man remained unmoved.

"Help me carry him to the house." Arata said in a imposing tone, that didn't bother Kazu at all as he was still bewildered from the whole incident. Kazu was a bulky man, similar in all matters of size with the blooded man, so to carry him in the house was a facile assignment for him.

 

As soon as they reached the first room that opened to the veranda, Kazu stood up even before they had the chance to turn the lights on and spoke hoarsely:

 

"I'll call a doctor!"

 

"What?! No! Are you mad? What will people say when they hear that a man of this size got knocked up and nearly killed in our forest! It will be just a matter of time before they destroy us." Maybe Arata didn't have the kind of personality that his father desired, but he surely understood the reality of the world when wanting to maintain a certain business. Kazu found sense in the lithe man's reasoning and deterred himself from the thought of calling a medic.

 

"Stay outside and make sure no one comes in. Only the two of us knows of this."

 

"Yes!"

 

The man bowed and then exited the room. Arata, calmed now that he brought the man inside, turned on the lights and hold out an instinctual cry-out when seeing the vivid image of the man. The blood was oozing incontrollable from new and old scars which were flooding his tanned body. Scrutinizing them, Arata observed that some where clearly made by knives, while others had a circled pattern and were deeply engraved in his skin.

 

"Bullets? Arrows?"

 

Arata thought of it. 'He was not attacked by an animal. Someone tried to kill him!'

 

The pale man let his head fell in his hands and bit his lips hard, not being capable of thinking what atrocious beings had the capacity of committing such crimes. His emotions whipped about turbulently, but he tried to remain composed.

'Arata, get a grip of yourself. You have to treat him, you can't let him die here.'

 

The man whipped the tears from the corner of his eyes and walked towards a small drawer where his mother kept her medical kit. He grasped it and then returned to the man's sides, starting to clean his wounds.

 

'What if he dies... and he is found here in the morning and we are accused of killing an innocent man? Am I doing the right thing? But I can't let him perish so miserably. He is dying from the numerous wounds that I have the qualification to treat - this is surely a sign that I have to do something.'

 

He was dead set on this thought and started to meticulously treat every wound. Arata had both the mental and emotional reasoning to do so, thus the work was neatly, perfectly done until the first raises of the sunshine bathed the room; it also marked the time when the amount of exhaustion finally started to enclose Arata's body, making him falling asleep a few meters away from the mysterious man.

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They said that when you're snoring you don't dream. But once Rezso went to sleep, all of these REM state were always dreamless; not that he's snoring of course. He'd long suppressed and buried all the fond memories centuries ago. Now that there's no sign of him welcoming this on his paradoxical sleep. The adversity of each centuries were tenfold branded inside his head rather than the good ones. He's past rejoicing every minute of his life though Rezso wasn't at least suicidal on his part.

 

The Black Mist was completely annihilated right in front of his eyes. Even a direct descendant like him couldn't put stoppage of such atrocious end. Screams filled his ears, blood stench surroundings wafted inside his nose; it was a sight that seemed surreal for a normal human. Even an abomination like their kind could suffer such despairing emotions; at least they had the right to feel. Yet the Spirits, spared his life; Rezso who took deeper wounds than the rest survived the chaos. Call it curse or another chance; the male didn't like the idea of living for another century again. Especially in a century were technology is mostly advanced in many sense.

 

For the long run that he'd killed thousands of these hunters, they really didn't depleted; Instead, they had multiplied. Such a mayhem it really was. To top it off, they seem to be advanced unlike before.

 

---

 

Rezso opened his eyes slowly and then rapidly blinking. The brown orbs then focused at a strange ceiling that he'd hardly seen. The male was sure that it wasn't prison; so he immediately concluded the fact that he'd been saved and healed by some stranger. Tying to analyze more the place and the situation he's gotten to; he slowly sat in a sitting position. His body didn't felt sore. Once the silver is out on a werewolf's body; its healing process would catch up but the scars from a silver wound will remain like how a scar is etched on a 'normal' human.

 

His pupils sharpened as he took an accidental whiff of an unfamiliar smell. It's a very light, cherry-like fragrance and smelled of fresh wood. It made Rezso's heart thump faster as his wolf tried to jump away from his human form just to search where it was coming from.

 

MINE. As if his wolf forced Rezso to glance at his side. He then saw a male who was soundly sleeping few meters away.

MINE! MINE! He could imagine his wolf wagging its tail happily, excited and any moment ready to pounce the other male.

 

Rezso immediately stood as he analyze the human right before his eyes. Baring his teeth, he really didn't like where the situation's gonna turn. He stood there hopelessly removing all the bandages wrapped at him as he gritted his teeth while staring at the other.

 

You don't have a mate, go back, horn dog. He ordered his raging-with-lust wolf as it didn't really complied to his order.

HE'S OURS. You have a mate. Mark him right now! The vicious growl was evident on his wolf as if it was ready to take Rezso into wolf form. The mutt's seriously rejoicing to the new found mate.

 

It is not to be confused; Rezso had no split personality or any psychological damage. His wolf is more likely compared to a conscience; he and his wolf are one. Rezso's the one in-charge for the controls, his human blood. His wolf is just a fraction of some weird opinions and desires from his wolf blood; that he obviously had no need to follow.

 

 

Done with the internal struggle with his wolf; Rezso completely shoved him back to his mind, shutting him up for good; suppressing his wolf's desire. It gave the brown haired male a whine but that didn't appealed to him for good, not those pleading eyes. They say that rejection of your other-half, your mate, could weaken you or worse--could kill you. But Rezso was different, he's adamant to shutting his emotions off; he didn't need an other half even if it meant for him to die. Why had the spirits bestowed him a mate; it's just completely a hassle--a waste of time.

 

The furious him ruffled his hair as he grabbed the bed sheet and tore it to half; covering half his private parts. His cold gaze then welcomed the guy who recently wake up. Now good he's awake, he sarcastically rolled his eyes heavenwards.

 

"Problem?" as he shook his head boringly, the guy just tilted. Did he understand english?

 

This should be a joke! his mate really was a man. Are the spirits trying to turn him into a homo loving bastard? He snorted at the thought. That fact did draw a complete conclusion inside his head; reject and ignore. He could still feel his wolf whining as it was trying to win his internal struggles. No, his wolf wouldn't win this one...

 

 

 

[sVerrine]

Feeling movements and also the sound of fabric being torn, Arata turned around and parted his eyelids, opening his eyes to look at the standing male. His first reaction would have probably been to jump up on his feet and scold the man for standing up after his near-death experience. But after a few careful glances he noticed surprised that the other one seemed to be completely alright, healed, and ready for moving around.

 

"Problem?" The man's hoarse, powerful and over-confident voice draw Arata back from his thoughts. He tilted his head, considering that yet another issue has been bestowed upon him.

 

'English. Wonderful. Why English of all languages? Do foreigners only speak that?'

 

When the word 'foreigner' passed his mind, he actually looked at the man, not what he had considered only a dying patient. At first glance, he had an exotic allure - tall, muscular and with tanned skin - such a rare sight in Japan. With two chunks of dark amber eying him and and an overwhelming assertive stance dominating the room's atmosphere - Arata couldn't help but feel overtaken by him. Looking directly in his eyes, he felt like he was being devoured. He had met men, mostly in the business world, that had a similar stance because their job demanded it, but never before had he the privilege of meeting someone who would tense and stiffen a room's atmosphere just by standing inside it.

 

He shook his head and thought that he might just stop looking like an idiot who is starring, instead of talking. He stood up, feeling a few bones cracking giving the uncomfortable position in which he had slept in, and walked to the drawer from where he got the medical kit. Beside it were two sliding doors that if opened, would have revealed a wardrobe. Arata grabbed a brown yukata that matched perfectly the man's chestnut hair. He chose it a bit resilient, thinking that the man might torn this apart too.

 

'It's not like he is a wild animal, right?'

 

Sighing, he grabbed it anyway and approached the man in a manner that was meant to exude confidence.

 

"There is no problem. But I assume you don't want to walk around in that." And he pointed to the torn sheets around the man's lower parts. "Wear this, it suits you better." Their eyes locked for a fleeting instant, azure being reflected in amber and vice-versa.

 

"By the way, you speak any other language except English?" Arata was not so good at English, his pronunciation was horrible, and the grammar didn't look that good either. Making a few steps back, he glanced at the man with hope. He then thought that giving a reason would help his cause, as the other male didn't really looked like the negotiating type.

 

"I have many things to ask... but I'm not sure I can keep it up with my level of English..." His hopeful eyes didn't waver at all, he really wished for the other to speak other languages.

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Rezso didn't even budge glancing at his supposedly 'mate'. Only God knows what his wolf might do to him, he's almost scratching like somewhat calling for him to transform in no time. To hell with the wolf spirits; it wasn't destiny nor fate in his case. It's completely a problem! Amber orbs traveled outside the majestic structure. He didn't really know that Japan had such old structures or was he certain that the country was supposedly covered with tall structures.

 

As that unknown male approach him, Rezso couldn't imagine what he was doing--he was simply stepping back. The fear of him submitting to his needs was higher than what he'd expected. Lips half parted as it emitted a low growl. He was indeed tense, he didn't like the idea of that male approaching him casually. His scent wafted inside his nose, tempting him and his wolf to pounce the other in an instant.

 

 

"Wear this, it suits you better."

 

That moment when their eyes met, as if evading a plague he immediately pulled his gaze away from the other man. Well in truth, he hadn't stared at him for a moment; his eyes were on the clothes that the male offered. The alpha then grabbed the clothing rudely, away from the benefactor's hands. It looked like a bathrobe; so he decided putting it casually.

"I have many things to ask... but I'm not sure I can keep it up with my level of English..."

 

His english wasn't perfectly spoken but at least Rezso can understand what he was saying. Though Rezso had to admit that he had learnt other languages and rarely the oriental ones since he didn't imagine himself that he'd enter such area. Had he known that he'd fall into such demise, he'd swore he would've learned a bit.

 

"You listen to me." Baritone voice slowly spoken as his left hand grabbed the other's shoulder; slamming him back to the paper-like wall.

 

"Tell a single thing about me and i'll shred you into pieces. " His words were delivered with vile. Though his wolf didn't like the idea of him threatening his mate as it was whining. Amber orbs gazed fiercely at the male in front him; hatred and confusion mirage on it.

 

Rezso still knew that the hunters were still on that area, searching for him. It's obvious that he couldn't leave the place for days. They're like hounds and they wanted to acquire him badly; probably experiment purposes.

 

[sVerrine]

"You listen to me."

 

Arata blinked with confusion and the moment he parted his eyelids again, his body was already trapped between the barbaric man and the wall. The air blocked in his trachea and for an instant, he became unable to breath normally.

 

"Tell a single thing about me and i'll shred you into pieces. "

 

Dazed at the other's piercing eyes, Arata was at a loss.

But the image of his father quickly arose in his mind, and his perplexed expression became impassible. Soon enough, Arata's slight fear transformed into a calm, peaceful look and the confusion of his visage turned into composure and confidence. He raised his arm, placing his long pale fingers on the man's uptight hand. The touch was electrifying, but Arata ignore the inflicted feeling.

 

"I find your attitude quite disturbing, young man who didn't even state his name." The undeterred glance that Arata gave to the man seemed to be even more demanding than his words. "First of all, I am Arata Chikanatsu and currently the head of this mansion. When I found you last night, drown in your own blood and mud, I took you in and nurtured you back to health. For this, I think it is common sense to say 'thank you'. Secondly, you don't have to fear me telling anyone about this. It is also in my interest for no one to not know about you."

 

The prolonged touch of their hands seemed to create some sort of distress inside the other male, so Arata retreated his fingers and tried to create some space between them.

He treated the man like his father would do with his clients. A sense of remorse washed over him, considering the fact that perhaps his father's influence was greater than he initially thought.

 

"Look, I mean to harm." Arata said genuinely. "And I think you also don't intend to harm me." He looked away then continued. "Why don't we try to communicate without using force? For instance, we can start by telling me your name."

[gin]

His piercing eyes welcomed the latter's gaze. Rezso was still on the process of tightening his grip but was then welcomed by an unforeseen gesture. The male that he was holding into did calmly explain his intentions to him which was obviously opposite from the usual reactions that he'd seen throughout the centuries. Other's did fail miserably or plead their lives to be spared yet the man in front of him didn't showed fear. It was insanely confusion, Rezso thought.

 

Young man!? Rezso thought as he felt his head nerves slightly twitching at the sudden call.

HAHA see? That's our mate so tough! He could even feel his wolf proudly ranting behind his head. The damn mutt. Rezso didn't like the idea that his wolf was slowly accepting the man in front of him as its mate. No can do, is all Rezso could think.

 

 

Rezso was spelled as 'danger,' he can withstand extreme situations down to the basic ones. But as he had brought the scene that was rolling right in front of him, he was left immobile and rendered speechless. This was the first time he didn't know what to do. He was torn from the options of 'leaving' and 'staying.' Add the fact that a strange fragrance was emitted from Arata's body.

 

The male then released Arata's neck from his hand causing him to immediately back away as a strange electric pull did an instant hit, rushing towards his neurons. Arata Chikanatsu was really his mate. Though Rezso instantly denied the fact before it came rushing to his head; seeking for acceptance.

 

"Rezso." His reply that sounded more like a grunt was heard. He found himself leaning at the huge wooden pillar on the right corner as his eyes stared at the tatami mats, seeking for distraction.

[sVerrine]

Arata cast a pensive glance at the distance between him and the violent man. Although he displayed confidence and composure during their small confrontation, it would have been a lie to say that Arata wasn't at least scared of the mysterious man. But now, seeing him open for discussion and restrained from using his fists, the lithe man found the atmosphere to be less tense.

 

"Rezso." Arata whispered with his low, velvety voice, trying to grow comfortable with the pronunciation. He wondered why the man didn't mention a last name, but decided he didn't need an immediate answer to that; Arata was satisfied just with Rezso. "This is a good start." He encouraged, scrutinizing the other man who seemed to avoid his amber chunks from meeting Arata's azure glare.

 

"Judging from your scars, I say that you were shot, cut, and torn apart from animal claws. Giving that I found you on my property, I would like to know who or what caused all..." And Arata gestured at the man's bandages. "This. If you were followed here, then you should be safe as long you are staying in the estate because they wouldn't risk to damage private property. I would like some sort of information, though, to see if I could get rid of the... nuisances."

 

Arata was not doing this out of courtesy, but because he thought that as long as the man stayed here, those who followed him might cause commotion around the estate, which would serve as a bad image for his father's firm. Kicking Renzso out was out of discussion, as the man had a near-death experience the night before; Arata cared for the firm, but not to the point of being heartless enough to kill a man.

[gin]

"It doesn't concern you." He replied shortly as he strode outside the manor. The male did had a new found interest as he stared at the koi that were happily swimming. The view did strayed his attention away from the stinking'-of-cherries guy who kept on asking about him. Rezso had no plans of summarizing his tales to Arata, he just kept silent.

 

It is in no need for the latter to know his deadly lifestyle. The hunters would probably find him in a short time. His stay was short-live, that's a fact. It's no good involving Arata on an episode of irregular andr unpremeditated fighting. Well not that the frail guy's special though, he's a civilian.

 

Risking to damage their property, huh? He gave a snort as he heard Arata's words. He'd highgly doubt that, all Hunters could offer was do whatever they want even if it means destroying other properties nor killing a couple of civilians on the process. They're completely craze to get a hold of him, a direct descendant. The first one who's bestowed the curse of the moon, a werewolf.

 

Rezso just stared at pond, the place was so foreign to him. It was beautiful but the fact that he'd found this supposed to be mate made his lips twitch. He was supposed to be a lone wolf, on what basis do the wolf spirits gave him a lifetime partner. Though his expression was a block covered with a cold mask, Rezso did think things thoroughly. He wanted to leave but his wolf wouldn't let him do so. And given the chances that he'd disobey the mutt's wishes, he'll completely lose their bond. It will end up with him unable to transform or lose one's mind. That's the last thing he wanted in the world, given that the hunters that were still searching for him. He needed his wolf power's---at all cost.

 

"stress." He mumbled behind his breath, out of disbelief.

 

[sVerrine]

Rezso exited nonchalantly the room and Arata immediately wanted to argue the thoughtless decision; then it occurred to him that stopping the man would be useless. After all, the only one who was allowed to enter that part of the manor was Kazu, the bodyguard that silently helped Arata the night before.

 

The lithe man's eyes shifted accordingly to Rezso's movements, eyeing him carefully in case he wanted to do something stupid. But not a full minute passed, before a loud pitched echoing voice came from inside the room that the two men just left.

 

"Arata-kun!"

 

The yell worked like a spell because the man summoned by the name froze in the spot and his pale complexion grew sickly white. Arata didn't turn when he sensed the vivacious steps approaching the garden, his mind was preoccupied with founding an excuse for the barbaric man that was silently admiring the koi.

 

"Your mother called me and complained how you are alone and how I should keep you company. Did I surprise you, Arata?" A woman as tall as Arata, with bright blond hair and two hazel chunks brimming with benevolence trespassed the sliding doors of Arata's room and entered the garden, stopping silently when catching the sight of another person. "She must have been... mistaken. Visitors?"

 

She glared at Rezso and skepticism was clearly displayed on her countenance as she was unable to recognize the man. Arata, now turned to observe her refined complexion, tried to maintain his composure and bring out his excuse.

 

"No, no, he is my... sword trainer. You know how dad always tells me to be more disciplined... and I've always been interested in western culture... how they bravely fought with swords... I thought this would be a good idea." And Arata displayed the most honest and innocent look he could, so that not to be discovered by Michelle, his beautiful french childhood-friend. To strengthen his story, he looked at the man and spoke. "Isn't that so, Rezso-san?"

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Rezso immediately dreaded the fact that he had given the young man his name casually. His facial muscles contorted a bit. The fact that his wolf almost jumped inside him by the summon of his name made him snort a bit. He was certainly struggling within. His eyes darted vehemently at Arata, Rezso stopping himself from snapping Arata's slim neck was just a strand away from his consciousness. His death would probably ease his internal agonies but the price of his wolf cutting its connection to him would be paid. The man couldn't take that ordeal, not now, not while the hunters was still in a chase.

 

Great. As his ears picked a sound at the doorway as he stood with stealth for a moment. The steps were heavy, Rezso then eased a little. There's no way hunters would walk in that noticeable manner. He took a whiff at the air, welcoming a female fragrance slowly emitting meters from them.

 

Rezso hoisted his body as he saw an unfamiliar female welcoming herself casually inside Arata's room. The guy immediately concluded that it was his close friend.

 

Call it the usual interest, Rezso's eyes darted at the human's mid-section then up to the breasts. The wolf in him growled, almost scolding him for checking a female while he had a mate right in front of him.

 

 

Arata and the woman talked for a minute as he listened to them with all ears. He even heard Arata claiming that he was his sword master and some shenanigans the blond would believe. Rezso raised his brows, the young male can definitely lie. Arata wasn't just a frail boy in a huge mansion, he so thought. The young master was at least witty.

 

"Isn't that so, Rezso-san?"

The male flinched again, he cursed and growled at the casual calling from Arata.

 

"Yes, the kid is my student." He huffed some air as he whisked his hands in approval; showing no enthusiasm to partake with their conversation.

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Arata's brows knitted down at the word "kid"; he was well aware of the fact that his complexion betrayed youthfulness, but his stance in general was on of mature man. Even so, Michelle didn't seem to mind the man's terming and neither found it suspicious that an employee referred to his employer as 'kid'. Moreover, the woman scrutinized Rezso quite intensely with intentions that were not yet revealed.

 

"Nice to meet you, Rezso-san. My name is Michelle." Her eyes left the man's immediately after introducing herself, and she instead glanced in Arata's direction. "Actually, I was thinking of going out; an Italian restaurant opened last week."

 

Arata cursed in his mind and thought how to handle the situation. He couldn't let Rezso alone in the manor, but neither could he take him out in town, with them, as it will raise suspicion in the woman's mind.

 

"Actually, that's not quite possible. I was thinking of going out in town with Rezso to buy the necessities for the sword practice; there is nothing useful in the manor." Michelle looked disappointed as she gave out an exasperated sigh.

 

"I guess that can't be helped. But you owe me lunch."

 

"Will you wait for me? I could treat you with dinner."

 

Michelle raised her left brow inquiringly, in a characteristic manner. "After you ditched me you expect me to wait for you. Forget it, I'm going to Lucas. He will probably treat me to lunch." Arata's eyes didn't betray annoyance as they should have giving the well-known animosity between him and Lucas; Arata was instead relieved to hear that Michelle wasn't going to remain and wait for him.

 

"Anyway, we are going in the same direction, so I'll drive you." And a noisy sound started filling the space as Michelle's phone rang. She drew out of her purse a telephone that was currently extremely fashionable among youngsters and she answered immediately. Taking advantage of this opening, Arata started gesturing that he will go inside and prepare himself, but not before glancing at Rezso and getting closer to him. He lifted his feet off the ground, sustaining his body weight on his toes while whispering to Rezso's ears: "Come with me." And Arata disappeared between the sliding doors of the room they exited just minutes ago.

[gin]

.The male stood with full authority. What Rezso despised the most was to be scrutinized with a human's eyes--them staring at him completely signs a death wish. It's as if he wanted to tore them limb by limb. He shove the intimidating eyes, full of distrusts; covering it with heaps of his cold poker face.

 

As what Rezso promised, he didn't jump in with their conversation. As he walked around the pond, he wished he didn't came to Japan. But the damn hunters purged him all the other continents that he had left no choice but to hid in a damn oriental place. All the thoughts occupied the male who looked so stern while staring at the pond.

 

"Actually, that's not quite possible. I was thinking of going out in town with Rezso to buy the necessities for the sword practice; there is nothing useful in the manor."

 

The werewolf's ears twitched at the sudden revelation that he was suppose to accompany that mate of his. His blood boiled as his wolf almost jumped out in happiness. In summary, he felt like churning, he didn't like the new emotions stirring within him, contrasting his thoughts--completely. He felt it was a premonition to his shortcomings. This Arata guy will be the death of me... he shove his glare as he heaved a sigh.

 

Surprisingly, Rezso followed Arata with no qualms as the guy ordered him casually. It's even a shocker that his Proud, Dominant, Savage wolf allowed a puny human to order him around. His wolf was completely smitten to the sweet lunacy Arata's body emitted.

 

"Where are we going?" His baritone voice smothered the place. With a grunt he stared at Arata's eyes, almost drowning within it. Rezso gave an animalistic growl as he distanced a bit.

 

[sVerrine]

Arata's blue crystal eyes were reflecting in Rezso's own savage hazel chunks, and for a fleeting second, the inexplicable loud sound of a heartbeat was emitted in Arata's entire body; he nearly froze realizing it was his own heart behaving so uncharacteristically. He shook his head with vehement movements and averted his gaze.

 

"Where are we going?"

 

The animalistic growl that Rezso's gave out only drove Arata into thinking that the man highly disliked the idea of being around him, which put an end to the thoughts implemented by his body's weird behavior.

 

"I suppose we are obliged to go out together now that Michelle volunteered to drive us." He sighed heavily and continued with a tone that revealed annoyance. "I can tell that you don't enjoy my company for reasons... that I can't comprehend giving that I saved your life. But whether you like it or not, we have to go together somewhere to keep our cover." The thought of being disliked by the man for unknown reasons infuriated Arata more that he realized. He acted more than nicely with him, but Rezso still refused to cope with him nicely, politely.

 

'Why is that? What is he hiding from me? Is the reason behind his injuries also a reason for his lack of cooperation? Am I not good enough for him to confide in me?'

 

Arata blinked as his brows furrowed, coming to realize that he was giving way too much thought to this. How unlike Arata to ponder about these things.

 

In his attempt to deter his thoughts from unjustified frustration, Arata started looking pensively around the room and realized that he was actually quite hungry. "We'll go eating. I guess you are also hungry." Arata gave Rezso a head to toes glance, and concluded that walking in a yukata in this year and age will attract people's attention. He himself had to give up his attire and get something that was fashionable. "But before going we have to dress properly. I doubt my cloths will fit you, though." Trying to find a solution, his thought immediately stopped at Kazu, who had a similar build with Rezso from what Arata could tell.

 

"Wait here." Arata said in a casual tone, trying not to sound like he was giving orders. The lithe man disappeared beneath another sliding door and went further and further in to the house until he arrived at the servant's 'quarters'. It was simply the part of the building designed for the few people that had different functions in the house - cleaning, cooking, guarding. Depending on their contribution brought to the manor, one room was shared between two, three or four people.

He sighed relived when he met Kazu's eyes, who was currently resting on his bed as his only roommate was currently on guard duty.

 

"Kazu, can I borrow some cloths? I have to go out." Kazu threw him an inquiring glance as he stood up and approached his closet. "I'll explain when I go back." Arata continued, waiting impatiently for the cloths. He had to convince Rezso to dress before Michelle started asking questions.

 

"Fine, do you need company for... whatever you are doing?"

 

Arata shook his head in disagreement hearing the man's words and exited the room quickly after Kazu handed him a pair of jeans and a black sweater. Returning, he glanced gladly at Rezso, who seemed to have waited for him.

 

"I got you some cloths. By the way, what do you prefer eating?"

[gin]

.His eyes strayed a bit at Arata's physique, it wasn't bad, that--- he'd already know. The struggles was more and more hitting him like a strong current. It was certainly not a good thing, all this sensations are new. He preferred beauty towards destruction not the other way around. He had lived the life of a barbaric werewolf and not someone who can give affection. It's not him, that's not Rezso.

 

--I don't do romance... he said to himself more or like he stated it to his wolf.

 

--You will, i tell you. more like a threat than a request as it impurely growled.

 

--Just give me time. He thought to himself, this was new. He didn't wanted to trust Arata, nor tried to. But he felt safer, though within a short period of time, with him. Closing his knuckles he heave a sigh as he'd decided to at least follow the guy without complaining. Not that Rezso wanted to have good terms with him, he strongly defended himself.

 

The male took the disturbed expression of Arata as he stated his pleas. It was not a good sight to appreciate, like he'd use to see other human's face contorted with shock and pain. He was fine with Arata treating him like his enemy while his wolf in the other hand didn't like the idea of his beloved mate hating him. Ruffling his chestnut hair, he find himself confusing--way beyond comprehension.

 

He didn't even noticed his proclaimed "mate" leaving the room.

 

Once the male was back, he immediately spotted some clothing as Arata explained to wear another clothes. Wasn't the clothes he was wearing good enough? He was pretty sure it was more comfortable than the new ones Arata gave him. Or was the guy had an inclination of playing closet? These whimsical thoughts were on his head as he snatched the garments away from Arata's hands. That didn't earn him to stare for the Japanese boy as he turned around immediately removing the robe like clothing away from his body.

 

Rezso's muscular back faced Arata. His back covered with deep scars and the newly acquired wounds that healed shockingly for a short period of time. The advantages of a werewolf, fast regeneration, together with its inhuman strength. He felt eyes boring at his back but shove the keen observation away as he focused on dressing himself.

 

The man changed in front of the young Japanese as he revealed all of his flesh leaving his tight gray boxers covering his butt. Rezso didn't mind it at all since they were both guys while his idiotic wolf gave a snort as if it was proud that Rezso had a good figure that is best to be flaunted in front of its mate. The garment was a bit tight but it still sufficed.

 

"A rare steak and mashed potatoes." He casually stated as he zipped the jeans, letting the garment hug his flesh.

 

"Do Japan have steaks? " He questioned almost innocently as he remembered them eating rice and vegetables on a certain cooking channel.

[sVerrine]

As Arata's vocabulary in English wasn't so well developed, he feared in a way Rezso's answer because he might not have understood it. He couldn't help but laugh impolitely loud when hearing the man's simplistic request. Arata expected something complicated because the man's features were very distinctive; although he couldn't quite label Rezso as refined, he had to admit that the man exuded some sort of aristocracy, one that Arata couldn't picture entirely.

 

"I'm sorry." Arata's apologetic words followed his laughter. "Yes, yes, we do have these, although they aren't traditional dishes. We have to go to an European restaurant, no problem." As he was speaking, he let the loose yukata slid down his pale lithe body and he walked in boxers towards the nearest closet, opened it with a casual movement and grabbed a pair of black jeans and a marine blue shirt. As he dressed he remembered his eyes loitering around Rezso's well built body with envy (and a bit of something else he couldn't exactly grasp and explain) when the man put on the cloths Arata brought and wondered if the man did now the same with him.

 

Not before he was completely done, Michelle walked into the room and she seemed to be finally done with her phone call.

"Good, you two are ready. Perfect timing." She said, not suspecting anything as her eyes lingered on Arata who should have, in her opinion, chose her above his 'sword instructor'. But she didn't mention it as it wouldn't have brought a change to the current situation.

 

With a quick movement of her right hand, she gestured the both men to follow her outside. Arata glanced at Rezso who didn't seem submissive and adamant to follow her immediately. As Michelle's quick steps made the distance between her and the two men to quickly grow more discrepant, Arata leaned forward, sustaining his body weight on the man's arm. The touch of their skin was electrifying, an inexplicable heat burning from Arata's stomach and spreading all over his body. He tried to conceal his reaction as he spoke in whispers: "C'mon. We are both starving. We'd better not keep her waiting."

 

Arata broke the small engagement of their skins and walked in front of Rezso. The long haired man was in general a touchy-feely guy, he liked being over intimate with many persons, but with Rezso he felt like every touch, every approach from his part had a different meaning, a different impact on the other party. Being taken-aback by a feeling, not being in full control, Arata grew concerned and panic gradually build as he felt a change in his monotone life approaching.

 

He put such thoughts aside from the time being and focused on the small trip that the three of them had. As he expected, it was boring and uneventful. The driver tried to make conversation and Michelle responded vehemently every time. Arata smiled at the whole conversation, his eyes fixed on Rezso, who was still a mystery for him.

 

Michelle dropped them in town, not before reminding Arata how indebted he was to her. After the car was nowhere near their line of vision, Arata turned around and gave a full glance to Rezso.

 

"Ok, what sort of steak did you say you wanted?"

[gin]

On the account where Arata suddenly slid his garments down to his pale body, Rezso did admit that he almost tried to reach the guy and pounce him at the paper wall. Not that he wanted himself being like that, he just couldn't endure the sight and view as to where Arata would show his pale and smooth skin.

 

Indeed, he was an animal but not to an extent where his rationality was slowly slipping away. The male then realized that having a newly found mate was something he couldn't comprehend or even the new presence that was slowly building inside himself. Rezso wanted to churn, the thought that he wanted to stay and at the same time leave ended with him clenching his fist under the pockets.

 

His mood then lighten now that he had felt that the both of them were good to go. He didn't mind his wolf. The guy didn't like the idea of the mutt playing the part as his conscience even though it wasn't really one.

 

In a pacing manner he followed the lead of the voluptuous lady, Michelle, and then Arata. But a sudden event made him stir and frightened as strong electric-like currents seeped to his every pore which happened to be graced by Arata's flesh.

 

--Fuck not this again. As if Rezso gave a lost puppy expression and immediately covered it back with his usual poker face.

 

The strong emotions just by them hovering around was still a bit better than Arata touching him casually without his permission. It was a sight to take, having a strong-willed Alpha like Rezso succumbing and enduring into his carnal pleasures.

 

His clad in muscle self slowly slid to the farthest part of the car where he and Arata couldn't accidentally touch each other. His left arms supported his face as he leaned and watched the city lights beyond the window of the vehicle. Japan was really a nice place, tranquil and busy. His brown eyes scanned at the forest he had immediately spotted when they were driving.

 

--I'd definitely go in there. His wolf full of glee suddenly barged into his thoughts.

 

--Whatever, Mutt.

 

For the period, he ignored the noises that was happening inside the vehicle. Rezso had given himself some personal time to detach from this newly humans who he had known for his mishaps.

 

The car did even stop without him knowing, the proof that he was swimming within his own world. Arata and him inched away from the vehicle as the both of them stood side by side at the street.

 

"Let's talk about it once we get inside the restaurant." He answered as he scanned the perimeters, looking sharp for possible blasts and gunshots that will be directed at him. The coast was definitely clear but he still didn't let his guard down.

 

"So where is it?" He'd realized that him leading the both of them wasn't a good idea since he didn't even know the place.

[sVerrine]

Arata glanced past Rezso's shoulder, eying a particular building where customers casually ventured back and forth. It wasn't really modern, but not old fashioned either; with a slight European touch in design and architecture, but a strict Japanese type of organizing and administration, the restaurant was engulfed in an atmosphere that betrayed familiarity. Or at least that was Arata's opinion. He glanced fugitively at Rezso as they entered the building, trying to decipher the slightest feeling that the man might have of the location; but Rezso's expression was steel cold, impenetrable; which did not surprised Arata.

 

Inside, a man rapidly approached them, greeting with a practiced smile. "Welcome. Have you booked a table?"

 

"No. If there are any available, we'd like a table for two." With a glance that wasn't in the least condescending, as most would have expected at the request Arata made, the man's gaze was dropped on the lines of a list where the available tables were noted. With an impartial smile he returned the gaze. "Follow me."

 

The man showed them the table and left after bringing two menus. Making himself comfortable on the chair, he glanced intently at Rezso, who seemed to be alert. Arata sighed casually, reaching out his pockets and drawing out his cigarette case. Lighting one up, he pushed the box in Rezso's direction.

 

"Help yourself." His eyes didn't leave Rezso's perimeter as he spoke. "You have to relax a bit. By the way, what would you like for a drink? I'm a fan of sweet drinks, which I bet you aren't."

[gin]

 

He eyed the establishment conservatively, memorizing each detail of the huge structure. In case for any attack that will occur Rezso can immediately escape unscathed. The werewolf's feature doesn't give away his stern and guarding nature. He had definitely perfected the art of using a decent poker face. His supposed to be mate turned towards his direction, making the poor guy flinch without the prior man's notice. As soon as Arata turned his head back towards the restaurant Rezso hurriedly took a sniff. Brilliant golden flecks surrounded his sharpened pupils as he tried to search for a hunter's scent or something suspicious inside the perimeter.

 

A guy then ushered them inside the building while Arata did alMost the talking when the waiter was asking for orders. Rezso just led himself while sitting in a laid back manner while his dead eyes watched the paser-by like a hawk.

 

--It looks like a date... His mood immediately turned sour at his wolf's random opinion.

 

"Fucking mutt.." He muttered unconsciously instead of saying it inside his head. This wolf of his will be the death of him surely. After the waiter handed them the menu he gladly helped himself by ordering the steak he promised earlier. He eyed the waiter suspiciously as it gave a lingering look towards Arata. A possessive low growl escaped at his parted lips as he glare at the poor guy who immediately scampered away.

 

Rezso did not even notice when Arata slid a cigarette box at the table. His brows raised in a questioning manner but he did not pry fOr a question. He was certain that Arata wasnt the type to use cancer sticks with that plump lips he was seeing. Without a word, he grab a stick and lit it while raking over the menu and listening to Arata.

 

The Japanese guy obviously nailed it, he hated sweet drinks with a passion. "Beer." Rezso handed the menu to Arata profuself evading skin contact.

 

Damn it , is there a way to undo having a mate? If there is, so help him God, whatever it takes he will certainly grab the oppurtunity.

 

 

[sVerrine]

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Being accustomed to ordering dishes that belonged to fancy cuisines, either traditional or Italian, French, Arata thought that it would be a welcomed change to also order steak, like Rezso did. He broke the eye contest he had with the male and turned his attention to the waiter, who's unyielding, somehow improper gaze didn't come as a surprise to Arata who was used to receiving unwanted attention. Unfortunately for the waiter, Rezso didn't share Arata's indifference to his surreptitious glances. The young man noticed Rezso possessiveness when driving the waiter away, and couldn't help but feel relived that the male's feelings for him weren't necessary hateful or hostile. While puffing the smoke out, he displayed a boyish smile which clearly portrayed his feelings.

 

Hearing that Rezso settled for beer, Arata skimmed his own menu and quickly decided to have a glass of plum wine. A full minute passed with the two men engulfed in silence, making Arata grow bored and with a lingering desire to break the stillness of the atmosphere. But as he felt that opening a discussion topic with the other man was like stepping on land mines, he found it quite difficult to speak his mind.

 

"So... where are you from?" Arata realized his own stupidity and lack of imagination by addressing this question to a man he found wounded, covered in blood, nearly dead on his property. He somehow realized that the whole situation was shabby, and Rezso was probably a fugitive of some sort. In any case, Arata was fixed on digging out the truth, whether Rezso wanted it or not.

[gin]

So... where are you from?

 

Rezso was not obviously up for idle talking as he raised his left brow at such question. The atmosphere was tense as he kept it like that. His intimidating eyes snap at the food that was then displayed at their table. Rezso's attention flew towards the steak in front of him as he stealthily grabbed the knife. As a puddle of juice ooze at the meat, he felt a raw carnage within him. A feeling as close to hunting a prey and then eating it; it was delicious. His brown eyes showed small golden flecks around his iris. Noticing the change, Rezso blinked his eyes rapidly as he managed to massage his temple.

 

"Cologne---Germany."

He replied at the question addressed minutes ago.

 

 

--Ask him some questions, twat.

Another grunt escaped from his mouth at the wolf's thought.

 

His werewolf was named Remus and he's by far the most annoying mutt he'd encountered. Contrary to his heartless attitude, Remus was a playful wolf who is fond of joking around. It's not mistaken that his wolf can have a mind on its own. It's like naming another conscious existence of Rezso.

 

--His animalistic side or so..

 

 

 

"How old are you, Arata."

He yielded to his wolf's suggestion, pretty nonchalant at his sudden interest at such non-sense. If the guy wanted playing 21 questions, then Rezso wanted his fare share with it. He might talk to the boy knowing that he would probably took care of him for a few more days. The werewolf was penniless and jobless in that oriental nation so it's advisable when he's at his best attitude.

 

 

The pull from his mate might be strong but he can stay in a low profile while staying at a guarded manor where no hunters would suspiciously raid it. It was pretty obvious that Arata was loaded enough to prevent trouble from entering its household.

 

He then noticed that determined gaze coming from the boy that Arata was adamant to know the real story behind him. His wolf was tad happy knowing that it got some of its mate's attention. On the other hand, he felt troubled by Arata's curiosity.

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"Cologne--Germany"

 

Arata was genuinely surprised to hear a straight-forward answer from Rezso. He was certain that he would be denied from anything that implied invading the man's privacy. Arata lifted his chin and furrowed his brow, but he didn't have time to come up with a comment because Rezso's lips parted again, this time asking him a question.

 

"How old are you Arata?"

 

"25." Arata responded promptly as he run a hand through his hair and displayed a whimsical smile, realizing that it was the first time Rezso had been interested in him. Seeing this as an opportunity to get to know each other, he decided to keep the conversation going.

 

"To be sincere, I wouldn't have guessed you are from Germany." Arata said pensively as he proceeded cutting his steak into small pieces. "Perhaps it's the fault of stereotypes, but I pictured German boys as powerless lithe blond blue-eyed men with too much ambition for their own good. At least that's how the Japanese media wants to portray you..." He gulped down a piece of meat and then continued. "I guess there is still some hatred and tension between nations." A short paused followed. " After WW2, I mean." He explained himself, hoping he didn't offend the other man by bringing up that subject.

 

Arata broke the eye contact and seriously started asking himself what was wrong with him. Why was he such a bore? Why couldn't he simply say 'Oh, Germany! That's sounds nice.' ? Why was it so complicated to pay a mere compliment?

But deep down he felt that Rezso could be hardly compared to anyone he had tried to make acquittance with. Thinking all this brought Arata back to score one: Why did it matter what impression Rezso had of him? Was it his pride? Or something else? The confusion prevailed and Arata denied any other related thought to this topic.

 

"A..anyway, how old are you?"

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--and finally he learns to converse... It is as if that Rezso can see his wolf with a smug while wagging its tale. In fact, Rezso can have a descent conversation given that the person he was conversing with is not his mate. Arata stirs something within him whether it is good or bad, he does not know.

 

He had never had a mate for all his life and never did he asked for one. It looks a bit troublesome for someone like Rezso whose always on the run. Even with his malevolent state, he can still worry a bit for Arata knowing he'll be dragged into such demise.

 

--darn. He's already been tagged by it. Rezso thought as he fished the nearby napkin and wiped his mouth alongside with the thoughts darkening his mood.

 

Arata was a bit helpful from draining all the negativity by engaging to some topic. Rezso might not be imparting him with all of his thoughts but he was unfortunately all ears at Arata's topic.

 

The Japanese lad's stereotyping was very far from the truth. German men were far from what Arata described; Powerless? boys? Ridiculous. He hasn't indeed seen all of Rezso's culture. Almost everyone in Germany were tall and burly men with strong inclination to alcohol, mainly beer. Even their women held taller heights than the rest of the world but they weren't the master race. Despite their hugeness they were pretty strong and disciplined. But he wasn't wrong with the idea that German people are quite ambitious given the substantial impact of the world war they instigated.

 

When Arata inquired his age, he almost choked from the beer and stared at his plate looking dumbfounded. He was not used to be asked by these questions since his previous lifestyle meant that he's the one to do the questioning. Rezso's timeline had started way back the eleventh centuries were Supernatural beings like him was never been just a part of a story book.

 

"29." He lied almost instantaneously. He'll be sent to asylum if he'd declared his real age. Spare him the truth, he thought.

 

Now that he'd remembered, his wolf seemed pacing as it wanted to strip down its human nature and resume back to being the big bad wolf running inside the forest. He'd noticed that when he was with Arata, he almost forgot the problems that were haunting him daily.

 

--damn, I need a run. He thought as he tapped his feet almost impatiently.