This is a collection of stories about Tsume and Toboe and their relationship that I wrote for the 30nights-challenge on livejournal.

All mistakes are my own and English is not my mother language. I hope you still enjoy it. ) Tell me what you thought. Constructive critizism is always welcomed - flames not.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything about Wolf's Rain.

Warnings (for this story): possibly angst, slash (if you hunt for it)

A/N: I like thinking of Tsume as someone who has dark thoughts. There's no reason for it. :D I love the color of his fur. So, why not combine it?
But still I believe he's a totally nice character and has not a single evil hair on him. Maybe he is a little bit OOC here...

Watching You

I'm lying here. The night is dark and the cool wind makes my skin tingle as it tousles my coat.

Still, it feels oddly comfortable.

You are laying next to me, coiled up, your fur against my fur.

Mine is as dark as the night and yours seems to be so much brighter. Whenever moonlight touches you, you almost look like an angel. At least that's what human beings would say. I have to use this word 'cause there's no counterpart for it in our language that explains how beautiful you look.

Somehow I think I disappear next to you. The darkness is slowly swallowing me. I'm a ghost.

Do you see me?

Of course not, your eyes are closed; you sleep.

I know you're dreaming.

Your nose sniffles from time to time. It's an odd sound in this silence. It feels wrong in this place where nature seems to be so superior. On the other hand, we're part of this nature and I feel comfortable though it's still strange.

Your paws twitch. Are you fleeing or running across a meadow? Is someone running next to you? I wish I knew who.

Am I jealous? Maybe.

But watching you sleeping in this very moment is my own pleasure. Mine alone. No one else can see you right now. I'm the only one. You're mine.

Your head lies close to mine. I feel your breath whenever you exhale.

A cloud moves between our noses. It's foggy and for a moment I cannot see you anymore.

I wished you'd stop breathing. So I could watch you without being interrupted.

I know it's cruel to think that way but I can't help it.

I could stare at you all night but sleep is important and almighty. Often, my eyes just close against my will and I am forced to cease the watching.

Plus, without sleep I'd be too weak to move on. And finding the paradise is important. More important than watching you. At least that's what Kiba says. But to me, the latter means the world.

You're so innocent – yet weak. At day I have to protect you and care for you. I always pretend I don't. I've achieved what I wanted: you trust me. I do it for a very selfish reason. You sleep so close to me because you trust me. And I am able to watch you. So selfish. After all I missed in life I think I can allow to be that way. I don't hurt anybody.

Still, I would give my life for you. That's part of the deal. A deal I made for myself.

I guess you know already. I'm so obvious.

I'm not sorry. Don't expect me to be. Maybe you don't.

Usually I feel restless. I've been alone all my life. I can't stand Kiba trying to control me. I only can find peace and calm in watching you. While sleeping, you look even more innocent.

You're nothing more than a young kid that wants to discover life.

I know life. And I know that, one day, you will get to know it, too.

And then your innocence will vanish. The world is cruel. You know that term. But the truth is much more than just cruel. There's the really bad side you don't know yet.

I want to watch this innocence as much as I can. The final day will come too soon and it'll be gone. Forever. And I will lose my calming influence. I crave so much for it because I never had it. And now, when I've finally found it, it's disappearing again. I am addicted to it.

So let me watch you till I can't anymore.

You exhale once again. I hate these clouds. It would really be better without them.

Sometimes, in moments like these, I believe it'd be better if you died.

Life wouldn't get you and your precious innocence. It would remain and I could watch it a little longer, maybe.

I watch you and feel guilty. I shouldn't think such things. But then you exhale again. And the cloud is back. I feel this silent, childish rage again. An inhale, and the guilt returns. And then an exhale, dying would be better…

It's awful and terrible.

The moon disappears behind a cloud. It's getting colder. I snuggle closer to you.

Darkness comes again. It swallows me once more and makes me a part of it.

And so is my heart while I watching the small clouds escaping from your nose, encasing you; so far from me.