.:Mine:.

This was written in 2008. It's another short story involving my character, A.J., and my friend's character, Kai.

DISCLAIMER: A.J. Courman is a werewolf. She is MY character. If I see anyone using her or another character that resembles her too closely without my permission, I will consider you a thief, hunt you down, and KILL YOU. Ahem. Kaitso (Kai) Atokata is a werewolf also. He belongs to TheeBycth/Howla, a good friend of mine, and is used WITH permission. Same rules for this character, peeps. Thanks very much!

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He isn't perfect. I can vouch for that.




He isn't the nicest person in the world and his language can get colorful. His hands aren't soft when he holds me- they're rough and calloused from working all day to support his household... which is constantly fluctuating. His "friends", if that's what you want to call them, drift in and out uninvited and unexpected, eat and sleep and then leave him with a dirty house and no food.

But he doesn't complain. I don't know what goes on in his head, because he never voices his opinion. He just... deals with it.

I don't know how he manages to stay alive. He's either working to make end's meet, working his ass off in school or saving my butt from some ghost that attacks the town. He doesn't want to be a nobody, even if that's what society views him as.

At least I have a name for myself, but he doesn't even have that. I knew who my parents were and I still have a family member left. But he... doesn't have anyone. He doesn't even know if "Kaitso Atokata" is his real name. Maybe that's why he's so cold, so distant from everyone all the time. Things have never been good for him.

But... he's not the same with me. With me, I can see a glimpse of who Kai used to be. Of who he was before Zamorax and life had ruined him. There's life in his eyes when I talk to him, a spring in his step. Is it because of me, I wonder? Could I, A.J. Courman, have that effect on someone? I don't know because he'll never talk to me about it. Even though we hug like good friends and joke around with each other, I still don't know if he feels the same way about me that I feel about him.

He's stubborn. He can be a jerk. He's cold. So why do I care about him so much? Because I can see through the emotionless mask he wears to protect himself. I can see his feelings even when nobody else can. I can understand the hardships he goes through because I suffer through my life... even if it's not as bad as his.

That's why I love him. That's why I'd risk my life just to protect him like I know he would with me. That's why I even bother to talk to him everyday even when I know I'll just get brushed off or stared at. Because he's stubborn. Because he's not perfect. Because he's Kaitso Atokata.




And he's mine.