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Chapter 1

Tokaido stretched. Her whole body ached, but that quickly faded, and she sighed.

"Another perfect day," she growled, looking out the window at the gray skies and the pouring rain.

Suddenly an explosion rattled the whole little house, and Tokaido fell off the bed. She growled as she sat up, rubbing her head.

What was that? She wondered. She blinked. Well, I have nothing else to do anyway...

As she walked around the little island, she began to wonder why she'd ever decided to be nosy.

"At least we won't get sunburned, right Siarra?" She asked, looking down at the German Shepard trotting along beside her.

Siarra just blinked at Tokaido, then raised her nose, sniffing. With a loud outbreak of barks, Siarra shot forward, running forward and then quickly turning around a cliff.

Tokaido walked along, following where she'd seen Siarra go. When she turned the cliff, she stopped and stared.

"Siarra! Get off of him!" she yelled after a bit.

Siarra backed away from the boy she'd been nudging with her nose, looking up at Tokaido.

Tokaido walked over cautiously. The boy was unconsious, and covered in blood.

"Come on, Siarra," Tokaido said shakily. "Let's take him home and get him cleaned up. What do you say?" she asked.

Siarra just barked loudly, supposedly in approval.

A few hours later...

Kurama woke up with a terrible headache. In fact, he hurt all over. He heard a dog bark, and a bolt of pain shot through him. He pressed the heel of his hand against his forehead, squeezing his eyes shut tightly.

"Ssh, Siarra," Kurama heard a presumably female voice whisper as he felt someone grab his other hand, pressing something cold and damp into his palm.

"It's an ice pack. It should help," the female voice whispered.

He didn't even bother to respond, pressing the ice pack against his forehead.

"Siarra, out," He heard the girl say, and then he heard the sound of something- Siarra, he was guessing- trotting away. He sighed, relaxing a bit.

When Kurama woke up again, he didn't have a headache.

"You okay?"

He blinked at the girl standing there, looking at him curiously, with a dog beside her.

"What'd you do to get all those cuts? Don't tell me you jumped off that cliff. Then I'd have to call the asylum," the girl said, smiling.

Kurama shook his head.

After a moment, the girl sighed. "Can't you talk?" she asked.

"Yes," Kurama replied with a slight nod. "Thank you for helping me."

"No problem. Now, how'd you get hurt so bad?" the girl asked, sitting down on the bed in front of him.

"In a fight. It's not that bad, though," Kurama said with a shrug, examining himself. He blinked, realizing he didn't have a shirt on.

"Sorry about the shirt," the girl said. "It was really bloody."

"Where is it?" Kurama asked.

"Well, it should be washing right now," the girl said, then blinked. "Oh! I almost forgot to introduce myself. How rude. I'm Tokaido. And you are?" the girl, Tokaido, asked.

"My name is Kurama," Kurama replied.

"Okay," Tokaido said, then got up and started to walk out of the room, dog following.

"Where are you going?" Kurama asked.

Tokaido turned around, smiling at him. "To get your shirt."

Kurama sighed.

Tokaido came back a little later, his shirt in her hand.

"Thanks," Kurama said.

"Yep. You should come back some time. Next time, though, don't jump off the cliff. I might not find you again,"

Kurama smiled. "Thanks. I think I will."