• We met that day, during a fight, I fell for her- er... Fell because of her.....She has a pretty good right, and as far as any of you know, I 'LET' her win. I was dared to approach her, they called her "Red Wolf Fang", and I figured it was just because of the sharp tooth that often revealed its self in her rather beautiful smile, but I alas, I learned it was because of her touch, the closed palm of fear that peirces into the hearts of men and women alike. she was the bully of the school, ruling with an iron fist, a rule so tight that no one has ever seen her fight... because no one dared challenge her. Which would be where I stepped in. "Hello" Is how I started, and "Ow" is how I begged for her mercy- I mean, how I....told her...that "I don't hit girls, so cut it out" ..Yeah, she didn't listen. I didn't like the idea of being beat up by a girl, but I had no need for saving face. what would have been a crowd cheering and following the action with 'Ohhhs' and 'Ahhhhs' were people peeking around there shoulders and not daring to seem interested in Fang's kill. She ate her fill and walked away from my battered remains, and once she was out of sight, why the cowards... came to pick at the remains. Biting me with "You got beat by a girl!" Nawing my broken limbs with "You didn't even fight back!" And chewing me out as if they were so better. As I looked to the sky, replaced by a ceiling and light, for what might have been my last view, I sat up with this feeling of fufillment. Her touch...
    Her touch.......
    Her touch...........
    Her.....Touch......
    The next day, the often loud hunting grounds were now filled with silence as this broken, limping black rabbit approached the red wolf boldly and sat before her.
    "Touch me again~" I smiled.