Wolf's Rain Fan Fiction ❯ Broken Claw ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

Broken Claw

Chapter 7

 

He stood on the rooftop, surveying all that passed below. So far, there were none that caught his eye.

 

It was late as night and dark as pitch. It was the perfect night to stand watch, and an even greater time. It was when the prime culprits came out to play. It may have been his night to relax but he could not, not with such people running amok down there. He could only sleep easier knowing everything was at ease. His watch was interrupted when the door to downstairs creaked open behind him.

 

“Dad?” his son called. “Are you okay?”

 

“Yes, I'm fine,” he answered. “I'm trying to enjoy my night off.”

 

“Oh.”

 

The boy then shuffled over to the ledge and took a space beside his father. His son, even at only eight, looked like a miniature version of himself, right down to the same blue eyes. There, the similarities also ended. His eyes may have been the same color but they were vastly different. Behind his blues was a joyful exuberance, a kind his father had long since lost. The boy still small, tried to peer over the ledge like his father.

 

“What are you doing out here, Dad?” his son then asked.

 

“I should be asking you the same thing, son,” he replied. “I told you to go to bed.”

 

“I couldn't sleep.”

 

He sighed and tossed his son's black hair. “You're still a kid. You need your rest.”

 

“What about you, Dad?”

 

“Me, I don't need as much sleep as you do. Too many things I have to take care of before I can go to bed. Do you understand?”

 

The boy really didn't comprehend but nodded anyway.

 

“But when you get older…” his father explained. “You'll carry on what I'm doing for this city.”

 

“Why is it so important?”

 

“Everyone needs to be safe, and so I keep things that way. If I wasn't here this whole city would go to ruin.” He then placed a caring hand on the boy's shoulder. “You're my only son and the one of the only things I still have left besides your sister. Your mother's passing made me want to protect you both even more. When I'm gone, you'll take over protecting all the rest. I know you'll do me proud, son.”

 

The boy fell silent. Such a burden was placed upon his shoulders and nothing in the world could ever take it away. The legacy was that strong. His father spoke again.

 

“Now, I want you to go back to bed,” he said firmly.

 

“Okay, Dad,” the boy replied. “Good night.”

 

“Good night, Ken.”