#bites chomps screeches BITES TEARS KICKS SCREAMS

[shroomsnail]

i wanna cry but like the way kids cry at anything that is mildly inconvenient and just yell without tears. i wanna do that.

#i cant cry tears wont come out but i wanna cry 😠😠😠 #im late for an assignment im not really enjoying doing my honours project (even tho i know its a cool little project!!) #learnt today that i didnt need to do as much work as i did during the summer!! the pi didnt need all that!! #bites chomps screeches BITES TEARS KICKS SCREAMS #gonna kick that pi's ass all the way to mars

[njamil21]

(for the title game) The Perils and Consequences of Egg Salad Sandwiches at 2am

Characters: Princess Sakura (TRC), Fai D. Flourite

Category: Fanfiction, one shot

This got so long and I’m super sorry it took forever to get out! I always wanted to write for Tsubasa because I love this manga as well, and I absolutely adore Sakura’s and Fai’s friendship so this was a lot of fun for me. This takes place in Outo, prior to Seishiro showing up to confront Fai at the cafe. I’m not too good at writing action scenes but I definitely wanted to give it a go here and I thought it would be a nice bit of foreshadowing for what happens in Acid Tokyo (if you know, you know).

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Sakura has ever had egg salad sandwiches as Fai described it, or at least, she can’t recall if she knows a similar recipe from her time in the country of Clow. Fai also didn’t have a similar recipe in his home country but he did taste one during their stay in the Hanshin Republic, so he was confident that they could replicate it for when the boys come home from Oni hunting. They spent the next hour boiling eggs, toasting and slicing bread, and making amicable conversation about the current country they were staying in and their cafe operations. It was a pleasant, simple atmosphere and Sakura was glad to be of help and make something for when Syaoran and Kurogane come home, hoping they would appreciate it.

Fai had only stepped out of the kitchen to fetch the new coffee beans he purchased when the kitchen window suddenly shattered. An inky black monster had burst in the room, teeth gnashing and its pincer like claws clacking against the tile, making Sakura shriek as she tried to get on top of the counter.

She gave a reflexive kick against the Oni’s giant yellow eye but it only gave an unearthly screech, pushing up against her foot as it tried to chomp her leg off. Sakura’s mind was racing, she had no combat skills to fend the creature off but she had to do something or she’d be done for. The Oni tried to bite at her foot again only to flinch when a bag of coffee beans suddenly made impact with its skull, sending the beans flying across the kitchen floor.

Sakura looked up to see that it was Fai who threw it, blue eyes focused on the monster as it turned to face him. “We need to find a weapon,” Fai instructed, his voice now more serious and lacking its usual mirth. “We can’t drive it out and it can only be finished by a proper weapon.”

Amidst the panic she was already feeling, Sakura felt her body go cold. She had no proper combat experience whatsoever and the thought of killing a creature, hostile or not, made her sick. But the Oni was now advancing on Fai, swiping at him with its sharp limbs. With his already wounded leg, Sakura couldn’t afford to be squeamish about this. Sakura quickly surveyed the kitchen, looking for anything that she could use and as soon as she looked at the counter space, a plan immediately clicked into place.

Without wasting another second, she grabbed the handle of the pot, water still boiling the eggs for tomorrow, and flung the contents at the beast. The hot water made contact against its flesh, making him scream as the eggs cracked against its large eye and blinding it.

With the Oni distracted, Sakura grabbed the knife they were using earlier and scrambled off the counter, her grip deathly tight on the hilt as she approached it carefully. There was a knot in her stomach and it only got heavier as Sakura got closer, but she she didn’t back down.

The monster screeched again, blindly turning towards her and Sakura drove the knife into its flesh. It screamed with such a wretched voice — the sound making her blood curdle from hearing it — before it dissolved beneath her blade, turning into a wisp of smoke. It left no trace behind aside from the mess it created, like it never existed in the first place.

Sakura fell to her knees, her stockings soaking up the warm water as the knife clattered to the ground. The screech echoed in her mind and she still couldn’t believe what she had done. Sakura felt her hands shaking when she felt Fai’s arms encircle her.

“You’re okay,” he whispered, his voice quiet and soothing as Sakura felt fresh tears pool  well up in her eyes. The guilt weighed heavily in her heart and Sakura buried her face in his shoulder, hating what she’d done. “You’re okay. I’m so sorry you had to do that, princess. I’m so sorry.” Fai gently repeated that, stroking her hair until her breathing slowed and her tears stopped.

“We’re back!”

The sudden voice startle them only to relax when they recognized it as Syaoran’s. “Welcome back!” Fai called, his voice returning to his sing-song lilt as if they just didn’t have a run in with a terrifying, man-eating creature. “We made some sandwiches for you, they’ll be right out!”

#writers on tumblr #fanfiction #Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles #clamplove #Please feel free to reblog!! #Or comment! #Nishat's writing #Princess Sakura #C!Sakura #Fai D. Flourite #I'm both okay with this and unhappy with it #I wanted to go into more detail but this was already so long #Sakura is a tough girl in general but this was still mid-development and I know she fights some monsters later on but I always imagined tha #She was a girl that had major empathy towards beings that could not speak for themselves #ranging from spirits to water to wind and birds flocked to her #So I wanted to do a little exploration of that prior to Acid Tokyo where she was still upset about it but had to push her feelings aside #aaaahhh sorry I'm rambling #my bad! #lapzoli

[windywooshes]

Zenitsu Agatsuma x (GN)Reader

~*:beloved short cut guide:*~

(Y/N): Name (E/C): Eye color (H/C):Hair color [ i.e. brunette, blonde,...]

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It was harsh and loud when they fell in love with it.

Very loud.

It was crying in pain.

For a moment their throat felt dry and hoarse as if feeling the impact of the high screeching octaves in their own body. It was ear piercing. Never before durring their stay in the Butterfly Estate they have caught that much of a loud voice. It sounded more like a dying animal, if we are honest here...

It took them a lot of courage to inch closer to the pushed open door to the infirmary beds. They couldn't really stand the sight of blood and mutilations of the injured demon slayers. (Y/N) has never really worked with patients before as they were one themself but sometimes, things were critical and there weren't enough Kakushi to lend a hand for Shinobu and the others, so they had to go under the dogs and patch up some of the swordsmen and women. Sometimes, it wouldn't be so bad. Just a broken limb, some cuts. Nothing, what a first–aid kit can't handle. Other times it would look more grotesque and crimson. In those times the view haunted (Y/N) till the late hours, bringing nightmares with them. This time though...it wasn't even half as bad. The (H/C) never saw someone pulling so much drama over a cup of bitter medicine. Was he that sensitive in terms of taste ? They carefully stepped into the room, deciding to aid Aoi with the difficult patient.

„TANJIROOOOooooOooOOOuuu, pLEaSE hElP mE !!! I doN'T WAnT tO dRInK tHIs bITtER medICINe !!!“

“But Zenitsu...you need to get better–„

“I DOn'T cARe !!!“

“Would you stop making so much drama over a darn cup of herb juice ?!“ Oh shoot...never has (Y/N) seen Aoi pulling that kind of furious grimace before. And they'd rather not want to see it again, it was horrifying.

„H–how about I bring you some mochi to eat after you drink the tea? S–so it can wash away the bitter taste...“ the (H/C) voice drifted off and became a bit too silent and soft to hear but the male seemed to have caught every bit of it and shined up in joy and happiness. „Really ? You'd do that ? Waaaaaaah, my herooooOOOoooooo !!!!“ Oh sh*t this is a million yen smile- too precious- needs protection at all costs.

The blonde was about to jump out of the bed like a salmon and tackle them to the floor with a hug, but was held back by the twin tailed girl who just huffed and looked the volunteered nurse dead in the eye. „Then you shall take care of him and keep an eye on his medicine cup. Every day. 3x times !“

They saluted and rushed off to get the treats as quickly as possible. They were freshly made by the three little power girls Sumi, Kiyo, Naho and (Y/N). They got to have a small bite from them before and they tasted amazing ! It made (Y/N) very proud actually ! So just as prideful as they were, they served them to the blond haired boy and his friends. And as planned, the medicine was gobbled down like a shot of alcohol and the red bean balls chomped down to get the lingering bitterness out of the mouth. The group was having a small conversation to get to know each other. Or more like (Y/N) was having a small chat with Tanjirou since he was the only one of the group who you could talk normally to as Inosuke was in his sad phase, while Zenitsu just kept on clinging to their waist and sobbing about his pain and the danger he went through and how much he still is going through because of the aftereffects of the poison. They felt a bit flustered, honestly, not being used to such PDA sessions with strangers but burshed it off quickly. It felt pretty cozy to sit there and chat, patting the soft locks of the boy. As if hearing their inner voice, Zenitsu calmed down a bit and just kept on holding onto their form, more loose now. After some more chit chatting and story telling, they felt warm breath tickling against their sides. Both, Inosuke and Zenitsu seemed to be sleeping soundly. (Y/N) took a small glance at the boy. His sleeping face looked so adorable! Him being so calm in general was a sight they were surprised to see. He alsways looked like a goldfish which was just about to burst with those buldging eyes and wide open mouth.

Seeing him so peaceful made the (H/C) feel so...relaxed. The other pair of eyes looked curiously at them as they were gently unwrapping his friend's arms from their waist. The air smelled sweeter than before all of a sudden.

After they managed to stand up and pick up the dishes without making too much sound, they gave the only awake member of the group one last wave, before rushing into the kitchen to power scrub any type of dirty silverware they could find to calm themself and the blood which was running through their veins. Secretly hoping that no one did notice their now more reddening face.

Through the recovery of the quartet, (Y/N) managed to get closer to the chaotic squad. Even though she was asleep most of the time, (Y/N) got to spend some quality time with Nezuko as well. From hair braiding to sleepovers, no one was save from both of them. At one point (Y/N) was (t)asked to help with the daily stretching and stamina training as well as officially becoming Zenitsu's personal nurse since they seemed to be the only one who was not affected by his exhausting persona. And they gladly accepted. More quality time with Mr Fry ? Heck yeah, thank you Aoi-chan !

Though (Y/N) couldn't help but scowl once they heard that he won't come to training anymore. About to bring another tray of (extra) bitter medicine to hopefully kick some motivation back up the arse, they heard the infamous sobs of the breath of thunder user. „NezuUkoO-cHaaAAAAAaaaannnN...I miss heeeeeeeeer...Inosuke, don't they think that it'd be so wonderful to be taken care of by her ? Aaah~ I bet even her medicine wouldn't taste that bitter~“

“Hm...“

“I wonder if she is doing well? Do they think she is dreaming of me ? Oh, I should find some flowers for her later~“

“Hng...“

It kind of stung, hearing the blonde fawning over the girl. No hard feelings. Nezuko WAS a beauty after all. She was also very kind and soft...and apparently strong too- quality aspects, they couldn't help but feel slightly jealous even though they were a good catch themself in any aspect. But it never seemed to catch the attention of the blonde. It made the mood drop a bit sometimes even though they tried to tell themself that it was stupid to get their feelings stand infront of their friendship. But seeing how different he was acting around the demon girl, heck, even around the other girls of the estate, made their heart feel a bit heavy. It's not like they weren't grateful for getting any type of love and attention from him but it held a lingering aftertaste of friendzone. They wanted to be presented flowers too. They wanted to hear his voice softly coe their name as well...feel the affection he was emitting and have it for themselves as selfish as it sounds.

This topic was chewed over and over with Shinobu-san as well as the other 4 residents in the estate and all of them got their back. Keep throwing in encouragements and plans as to how get the both of them closer. Everything seemed like a dead end as none of the plans have ever worked out.

The (H/C) sighed and rounded the corner, walking into the room with a pout plastered on their face. Setting the tray down with the medicine and two freshly made sweet treats. They crossed their arms, looking stern at Captain Obvious.

“Shouldn't you be training ? Why did you abandon Tanjirou like this ?“

“A-ah, (Y/N)-san...you see...it's no use. The training is just too hard..and I always feel so demotivated whenever I lose to Kanao-chan...“ Zenitsu stuttered out while looking off into the opposite direction, clearly feeling a bit guilty when hearing the water wielder's name.

Inosuke just grunted, his back facing the part-time nurse's, still sulking. (Y/N) shook their head and sighed.

„Well, he at least manages to get stronger than they guys.. He'll probably overrun they both in some days...“

The boar's head moved a little. It even looked like the ears of the mask perked up. Got one hooked. (Y/N) could start cursing themselves out for the next words as they were making them feel slightly bitter,

„Bet Nezuko-chan will be really impressed to see his improvements too~“

Thunderkid's head seemed to make a full 180 flip to Inosuke, screaming that they should quickly set off to training again. And before the (H/C) could react the, now empty, cup was placed into their hands with a thank you. With the boar under his arm, Zenitsu dashed off for training once again. It seemed to be just in time as the mere glimpse of Tanjirou's swift improvements seemed to kick in some additional adrenaline.  (Y/N) started to make the bed with a mix of satisfaction and sadness.

Days passed and the demon slayers seemed to get fitter and stronger. It made the (H/C) smile to see the three in full spirits again. Even our beloved little demon girl seemed to have gotten some of that spark as she was now more frequently joining the late night hang outs with everyone in the household. It was a wonderful time. The house felt even livelier than it used to be before, so it made parting even harder.

When the group set off for their next mission (Y/N) couldn't help but get all gloomy. They understood that they have a job to do, that they do it to protect the villagers and that they have their very own personal reason. But it didn't help the worries from rising up and drowning the mind in sadness. Especially to see someone beloved go into the danger zone. And they can't imagine the big fat blobs of salty water which the (E/C) orbs cried when the group was brought back to the mansion, all beaten up and one with a deep wound up his stomach. No one ever saw (Y/N) in such a devasteted mood. Whenever they were tending to Zenitsu's wounds, they had tears rising up in their eyes, their lip was constantly quivering and their heart gave out one heavy depressing sound. It made the blond worry horribly. He was happy to have someone that concerned about him but he couldn't stop himself feeling guilty to see that sad stadium for a whole week. It became better though once he returned to his training, all fit and refreshed.

The peace didn't last for too long though. (Y/N) was out to fetch some groceries when Uzui barged into the estate and was about to kidnap the poor girls for his mission. No one could imagine the anger rising up inside of the (H/C) once they heard that the trio decided to take on the job with the breath of sound wielder. After the squad returned from that nightmare of a mission, (Y/N) made sure to write an anger stuffed letter to the former pillar. It was so effective that they got an apology letter back from the man. Most of it was braging about his own flamboyant form while the other 1/6th was about the strenght of the boys and how well they managed the situation. Fighting alongside until the end.

It might have been to calm their worries down a bit but (Y/N) couldn't help but curl up in their room and stay awake. Overthinking.

So as (Y/N) was doing some health checks and bandage swaps they decided to talk to Zenitsu. Or more like...confess. They didn't know why it could help but...it felt like it should be now or never. The last chance to be talking in peace. Without any additional worry building up. Their mind has been fuming for nights as to how or when to do it. With the other two knocked out cold and the demon playing with the girls, the (H/C) decided this was the right time. It was perfect. No interruptions. No chaos. No...Nezuko...

Zenitsu was feeling uneasy when he heard his nurse come in. He immediately heard that something was off. The shaky hands which were fumbling with the fabric of the bandage. The furrowed eyebrows which should aid as a help to calm one down. The sound of the rapid heart beating and the unsteady breath. He noticed it clearly. He heard it clearly. And it made his tummy churn because he understood those painful and nervous wave lenghts. He knew those sounds too well. It was not just any type of worry. Not any type of sobbing.

The (H/C) finished up the bandage change quickly and rushed off to bring their patient his warm meal. (Y/N) could course themself for being so shaky right now. There was no doubt they were a nervous wreck. How do people confess ? What words do they use for that ? How do they like...not die on the spot ???

Okay, deep breaths. Get a hold on yourself. You. Are. One hardcore b*tch. You got this.

Even the imaginary cheerleader crowd inside their head didn't really help. With shaky hands, (Y/N) shuffled their way back into the room. What a nervous wreck, even Zenitsu looked so concerned.

One thing came over the other and the soup went on full force sailing through the air, right into sir fryhair. Splashing all over this poor boy's body, burning and staining the whole bed. There it was. Magnificent scream of terror and pain. Zenitsu yeeted out of the bed and squirmed around the room, probably waking up the whole neighbourood right now. Reflexes fast but mind still behind, (Y/N) picked him up and rushed out to the garden, throwing the gold fish back into it's natural habitat. The cold pond water. The koi weren't quiet happy but the burning stopped and the spots hopefully won't end up becoming fat wounds.

Kanao took a quick glance through an open shoji door aaaaand quickly closed it again. Probably alarming the others to prepare new med and bedsheets.

Long story forward, the both of them ended up back in the room of crime. Shinobu talked to them before, asking about what stunt exactly they were trying to pull off. After listening to the sobs and stutters, she nodded her head, making sure the others won't disturb both of them after clean up. And there you were. Everything sparkly now and Zenitsu full of weird smelling cream all over the red spots. Both just awkwardly looked on the floor, not saying a word. The air felt thick and heavy. The other inhabitants leaning their ears sneakily against the door or the room. Hoping to get any snippets of the conversation.

"I like you."

Hoo ! There it was ! Everyone helds in their breath in. It felt as if hours have passed after it became deadly quiet in the room again.

The blonde was quiet. Looking out of the window. Evening was slowly approaching. The sun kissing the sky goodnight, lighting up the room into a soft warm yellow tone.

His breath became uneasy. Not being able to look them in the eye, he stared off into a corner of the room before looking down on his bandaged palms which he placed on his lap. A sorrowful smile forming on his lips. He looked up and looked them into the tear glistered (E/C) marbles.

„...Thank you so much, (Y/N)-chan...

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...but I'm truthly sorry...“

It was soft and hushed when it broke their heart.

So soft..

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I apologize if this isn’t one of the sparkliest or most well written pieces out there ! I’m still a bloody hobbyist when it comes to writing ^^”

Could have worked on this for ages because of the inner perfectionist but I think it's better like this, haha.

I'm about to start daily routine again but feel free to send in requests if you have them ! I could try making some of them into stories or headcanons, just mention what you’d like to have. No NSFW though, sorry hh

#kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny x reader #zenitsu x reader #zenitsu agatsuma #demon slayer zenitsu #fanfic #reader insert #y/n #zenitsu x y/n #kinda heartbreaky ? #kny #zenitsu

[xenoredux]

The Legend of Silver Fang - Episode 5: The Beasts

If you haven’t read episode 4 yet, you can do so here.

As mentioned before, the major story beats and overarching plot are the same. This is written under the supposition that, in fantasy land, this is a mini series with episodes that run about 2 hours in length each.

Some things to be aware of going in:

This story is violent as shit!!! CONTENT WARNING FOR: Animal injuries, animal death, sickness via poisoning, eye trauma, weaponry, cannibalism, fire damage to property and animals, wacky cult antics, child abuse and endangerment, suicide, starvation, dogfighting, bullying, and idk probably something else terrible. Seriously don’t read if you don’t like this kind fuckery

I was trying to achieve a decent adaptation that combines the strongest elements of the anime and manga. It will not be precisely like either and will occasionally totally deviate from both

This isn’t meant to be “better” then the canon. It’s just the way I’d go about rewriting the Akakabuto arc if I had that level of ungodly power lol

Character designs made to represent several mentioned characters can be found here, here, here, here, and here. Others will be left up to the reader’s interpretation. A link to the next episode will also be provided at the end. If a link isn’t available, the next episode just hasn’t been posted yet!

I KEEP POSTING THESE SO LATE IN THE DAY AAAAAHHH

The Igas and Gin are frozen where they float. Kurojaki's teeth clack against the scythe's handle as he sadistically taunts them. This day marks the end of the Iga clan he says (though it sounds more like "Ish ey marsh he and ufh eh Uhguh clun.") Akame barks back someone along the lines of "OH YEAH?" before turning to the others.

The albino levels with them: four against, what, 40? Not good odds. But maybe if there was a diversion some of them could get away. Akame passes his share of herbs to Jinnai and says that no matter what happens the Ohu soldiers must receive these herbs. Even if it costs the remaining Igas their lives and their legacy, no innocents will die just because some mottled dickhead bamboozled them all.

With a final command for them to get moving, Akame vertical leaps outta the lake and busts Koga heads the minute he lands. The other three good guys exit stage right while the gettin's still good. Gin looks back, almost certain someone's gonna come after them, but the Kogas are all too concerned with chasing Akame in circles to care about anything else.

Shinobi slaying is easier said then done, turns out. Akame didn't become Chief Ninja Daddy without some skills to back the title up. He is eventually pinned down by several heftier dogs, but it takes a few minutes of him humiliating his opponents first. As payback one of the cannibals chomps down hard on Akame's hind leg and jerks it back at a nasty angle. Akame lets out a manly scream of pain.

Jinnai, Kirikaze, and that silver guy are still running back home unimpeded when they hear Akame's hollering. Kirikaze is especially affected by his old man's tortured yowls and he begins crying big fat tears of sorrow.

So overwhelmed is he by his progenitor's wails that he tries to double back, but Jinnai tackles him and tries to smack some sense into him. Kirikaze's gotta nut up for Akame's sake. This scolding almost works, but another scream from the chief threatens to break the rest of Kirikaze's resolve.

They have reason to be concerned. Kurojaki's started wiping the forest floor with Akame's pale ass, bruising the Kishu heavily and giving him a nice big slash across the throat. The cut on his neck isn't enough to kill Akame, but combined with his other injuries it's enough to sap his remaining strength from him. As Akame tries to gather his bearings and defend himself the scythe comes down across his neck a second time.

Another scream of agony reaches the trio. Jinnai and Kirikaze are still fighting over whether to save the army of strangers or their dad when Gin decides he can't stand moral dilemas involving family. He spits out his share of herbs and shoves them towards Kirikaze.

Gin tells the bros that he's willing to double back and help Akame so long as they can pull themselves together long enough to cure the Ohu dogs. As the Akita moves towards the marsh, Jinnai asks him if he's so insolent as to disobey the chief's orders.

"Akame isn't my chief," Gin states matter of factly, "so I can do whatever I want." And so he turns and leaves the two Kishus to collect their herbs and continue their journey. Before they go the two decide to come back and help the moment they deliver the plants.

Akame coughs up blood and falls limply to the ground. He's hurting something fierce. He tries to go all Mind Over Matter with his body, but he's having too much trouble standing up to fight anymore. Kurojaki cackles triumphantly. Maya is grinning in a nasty way while their son yips excitedly, too young to understand that Daddy's committing an atrocity.

Emboldened by the support, Kurojaki decides it's time to deliver the killing blow. He leaps towards the incapacitated albino all ready to shreddy, too busy to notice the other Kogas trying to stop a silver striped blur from slamming into him. Gin lunges through the air, grabs Kurojaki by the hind leg, and does an anti-gravity version of the worm that sends both of them flying to the ground. Gin lands elegantly on all fours, but Kurojaki is slammed face first into the dirt. The moment he makes contact with Mother Earth, the cannibal lets out an unholy screech.

Everyone is taken aback - even Akame is frightened by the noise - as Kurojaki continues vicerally screaming for a moment more. It's at this moment that Gin realizes he hadn't seen where the scythe's blade had landed. Kurojaki lifts his trembling head and turns to face Gin.

The blade has been buried deep into the black devil's right eye. Icky red squidge oozes from the wound and down his cheek as he heaves a shallow, rattled breath.

"You little motherfucker," he pants, his remaining eye bulging and rolling around wildly in his head.

The other Kogas are now a terrifying mix of horrified and pissed the fuck off, and Kurojaki's ready to take advantage of that. As Gin gapes in horror at the live demonstration of why running with sharp things is a bad idea Kurojaki commands his crew to tear the invaders limb from limb. He especially wants that little stripey shit's head on a pike.

Obedient as ever, Kurojaki's mohawked mooks spring into action. Gin leaps to Akame's side to protect him. A couple of especially speedy Kogas advance on them before the others, but Gin's entire bloodstream is full of adrenaline right now and he manages to pick them off easily.

Before the rest of the hoard can descend upon them, Gin snags Akame up by the scruff and leaps into the trees with him. The Kogas watch as the two make their getaway. This only serves to frustrate Kurojaki. As Maya is fussing over his sliced up face he screams for the cult to follow the two.

Unaware of what's gone down, Jinnai and Kirikaze continue their jog home. They've been making good time but are stopped suddenly when another dog they've yet to meet jumps out of the bushes before them. He's just as surprised to see them as they are to see him, and they all trip over each other.

The dog, a tempermental German Shepherd, barks that the two dipshits need to watch where they're going next time. The Kishus apologize before scampering off with their herbs.

To the surprise of no one this rude dog is John. The upstart has finally left the village to pursue more heroic avenues. This is nice, but he realizes it's not quite going according to plan when he notices several dogs of intederminate breed running up to him.

These three dogs have the decency to stop and ask if John's seen a couple of white guys with plants in their gobs passing by. John pulls an "I know something that you don't know" face and tells them to fuck off because he's not going to enable them to chase down a couple of geeks with weeds.

This pisses the mohawked mutts off, as does the fact that John stinks of human civilization. They go to give him a taste of Whoopass Stew (1992) before John recites the navy seal copypasta from memory and teaches them some humility via a few well aimed bites and mean names regarding their haircuts. As soon as they realize he's a capable fighter the trio runs off with their tails tucked both metaphorically and literally between their legs.

This is getting bizzare. John's just arrived in this forest and already he's seen two groups of oddballs he can't begin to understand.

Back at the Iga House Gin has brought Akame home. He sets the ninja chief down gently as the other Kishus come to greet them. The Ohu soldiers, most of who are feeling much better now, are also glad to see Gin is still kicking.

Gin's happy to see them as well. He runs over to where they're gathered to more properly say hello. Most dogs are back on their feet, but he can't see the tallest one of them all. He asks where Ben is before realizing by the look on everyone's faces that this isn't a question they want to answer.

The crowd parts to reveal Jinnai has finally gotten Ben to eat his share of antidote. Ben's a hotass mess, though; his eyes are bloodshot, his mouth is foamy with excess saliva, and his muscles are all twitching involuntarily. He looks miserable as he stares aimlessly into the woods.

Akatora comes over to him and offers a friendly nudge and a whispered, "Hey, you okay?" Ben simply responds by snapping at him. Akatora tumbles backwards, stunned that his old friend and mentor would react to him so aggresively.

Akame pads over to Akatora and tells him not to take Ben's bizarre behavior to heart. Ben's had bad shit in his blood longer then everyone else. It's gonna take him a second to come out of this haze.

Luckily the dane seems to be regaining his composure, for he has managed to stand up and steady his limbs. The soldiers seem mostly relieved at the sight, but Gin notices Akame is still staring at Ben in concern. Is there something he's not telling them?

While alla this was going down, Hyena had wandered off by himself and ended up being taken prisoner by the Kogas. Worse still, he's been trafficking the corpses of dead Igas into their slapshod fridge (i.e. a dank, chilly cave).

As he drags the icky, ewwy canine cadavers along, his captures taunt and jeer at him for being both a wuss and their munchie packmule. One particularly nasty looking sucker with no tail tells him to move his ass before they decide to add him to the every-growing pile of carcasses. Hyena just whines miserably and goes back into the body storage. He's just flopped down another lifeless Kishu when he hears a sudden commotion outside. He cowers far back in the cave.

"MORE of these assholes?" says a newcomer. "Jesus, these woods are full of lunatics."

The Kogas have turned to look at their visitor. Three of them point him out as being a direct threat. They'd run into this dickhead in the woods, and though he stinks of men he's more powerful then any housepet they've chomped on before. While the cannibals encircle John, Hyena pokes his head out of the cave just long enough to recognize the GSD as one of the dogs he'd seen at Ohu. What on Earth is HE doing here?

Back at the Iga house the Kishus have organized to face off with the Kogas. Enough is enough. They can't allow any more innocents to get swept up in this stupid war.

Ben is feeling more lucid now and he insists that the Ohu dogs aid the raid against the Kogas. They outnumber the mohawked mongrels together and lbr this has become personal for the troops. Akame worriedly tries to convince Ben not to subject himself or his bros to this, but the dane refuses to leave it alone. Akame reluctantly agrees to let them help and begins leading the way back to the marsh.

Ben is just behind the shinobi, but he's doing a shit job at keeping with the pack. Despite having scolded Gin for running off course, Ben keeps drifting farther and farther off trail. In fact, he's essentially in the treeline now, and a concerned Gin and Cross follow to ask him where he's going.

Ben freezes up. He takes a deep sniff and realizes he's not with the others. Everyone stops running, concerned. Akame attempts to be stoic, but his brow twitches intently.

Ben tells everyone it's nbd bruh, he's just gotta take a piss, it's fine it's fine it's cool it's fine. Akame grunts and tells Kirikaze to continue leading the pack while he checks up on the big guy. Kirikaze nods and directs the others to follow him.

The only stragglers are Gin and Cross. They're both too concerned about Ben to follow orders. The two of them sneak closer to where Akame and Ben are huddled and strain to listen to what they're saying.

Akame looks sadly at Ben as the dane stares blankly ahead.

"Ben," Akame says in a low voice, "look at me."

Ben pauses for a second as if focusing hard, then turns his head. He's not looking at Akame. He's not even close to meeting eyes with him.

"Akame?" he says with a tinge of fear in his voice. "What's happening to me? I can barely see."

Akame sighs and apologizes to Ben for all this. It's a side effect of the poisoning. Ben was doped up on the bad shit long enough that there was potential for it to do some damage to his senses. The eyes and ears are most suseptible to the poison's effects, and it seems like Ben's eyes are feeling the hurt.

Ben's shoulders slump as he softly shakes his head. He figured his sudden astigmatism and fading peripheral vision had been brought on by Akame's bioweapon. He just hadn't wanted to admit it.

Gin is shaken to hear this, but he's not as upset as Cross. The Saluki is trying and failing to contain her tears.

"He'll never see--" she says before running off, unable to stand it anymore. Gin only lets her go when he hears the conversation continue.

Ben asks if he'll become totally blind. Akame says yes. Ben asks if he'll be blind forever. Akame says yes again. Ben asks if he'll be able to keep up his duties as commander. Akame doesn't respond directly but instead tries to soothe the dane by saying that he owes Ben a great debt and will pay it forward by being his eyes.

Ben takes a moment to think before thanking the Kishu, but he has a request. Cross is ready to take his place as commander when he becomes totally incapacitated, but as she was his successor she'll need a right hand dog of her own. Akame figures that all Ben's soldiers are so jacked that any of them would do nicely, but Ben has his eyes (no pun intended) set on one guy in particular.

That kid Gin... he's a good fighter, sure, but he's also young and eager and empathetic. He's got a good head on his shoulders, boundless potential, and clearly has had some training before. Within a few months he'll be fully grown, and by then he'll make a great lieutenant. Gin only now realizes he's been holding his breath.

Meanwhile, John has made quick work of the lingering Kogas, adding those who didn't flee to the abnormally high count of dog bodies in the area. When he's sure it's safe to come out of hiding, Hyena slinks out of the cave to meet John.

John recognizes the little twerp from Ohu mountain, but he's still in Fight or Fight mode so instead of saying hi he just gears up to cream him. Hyena whimpers and begs for mercy, insisting that the Kogas took him as a POW and that he's still loyal to the Ohu army. John rolls his eyes and takes Hyena's word for it before turning to leave.

Hyena dares not be alone in this above-ground graveyard, so he follows John. The shepherd either doesn't realize or doesn't care that Hyena's his new little tagalong. They wander for a bit, Hyena taking every chance he can to suck up to John, before John tells him to shut the fuck up and listen.

The dogs fall quiet. The sound is faint, but they can distinctly hear a low mumbling, or, more accurately, the muffled sound of a crowd speaking amongst themselves. Someone literally barks a command and all the voices fall silent. John nudges Hyena to follow his lead and the two sneak closer to find out what's going on.

As they advance on the group they realize that it's more of the Kogas. The cannibals are having a meeting.

Kurojaki's eye socket has stopped bleeding and instead has collapsed in on itself, the tattered lids laying concave in his skull. He's sitting atop a boulder looking down at his cult as he gently strokes the babyhawk atop his infant heir's head.

As his son mouths absentmindedly at his father's paws, Kurojaki informs his people that now is the time to strike. They've killed several of the remaining Igas and they still have enough people to take on both the ninjas and any allies they bring with them. It's time to take the Iga homestead as their own and secure a glorious future for their breed. And as an added bonus, he thinks to himself, we can fuck up that guy who took my eye.

Hyena and John take a moment to spy on the hoard from afar. Hyena points out the big guy on the rock as Kurojaki, and it's clear as day that he's the leader of this band of hoodlums. John nods and, having learned nothing from his previous ass whooping at the hands of a pack leader, puffs out his chest and readies himself to attack.

John says he's gonna tear the whole lot to smitherines and singlehandedly lower the cannibal population in the area to 0%. Hyena tries to convince him that attacking a warlord in front of his entire legion of followers is a bad idea, but John's ego demands stroking. He's already taken off in a sprint.

The shepherd tears through several of the Kogas before they even realize what's happening. He rips the throat out of one particularly unfortunate bystander who proceeds to tumble to the ground. The miserable cur seizes wildly as he dies.

Everyone is caught so off guard by this development that they don't stop John when he walks up to the bottom of Kurojaki's perch and tells the merle cyclops that his reign of terror is over. Kurojaki has literally no idea what the fuck is going on, but he rolls with the punches and tells John that he'll be crushed like a bug before the group departs on their actual mission. Before any crushing can commence, a rumbling can be heard coming closer.

It's (predictably) the Iga and Ohu dogs. The Kogas have an Oh Shit moment before scrambling into battle position. They're a little wary of the fight given there's an absolute shittonne of dogs running towards them, but Kurojaki tells them not to be a buncha bedwetting babies and fight anyway. He passes his literal bedwetter baby son off to the boy's mother so he can join the brawl. John just shrugs and goes to attack the guy nearest to him.

As army meets army, the blood begins to flow. Despite how much larger the Ohu pack is, it's really anyone's game, for the cannibals' desperation to keep their cause alive pushes them forward. Still, the Ohu dogs are holding their own. Even Ben is managing to fight off his enemies. Unfortunately for Smith, the dane's poor vision throws a spanner in the works, and the Spaniel gets a couple of chomps on the ass. Don't worry about it, Ben, he's young. He'll heal.

As the battle grows more and more out of control, Kurojaki slinks past his men and into the woods in the hopes of baiting one particular target into following him. To his delight, that target falls into his trap; Gin notices him leaving and gives chase.

Gin's too caught up in the task at hand to notice Kurojaki's leading him on purpose, but lucky for him Kurojaki is too caught up in his own plan to notice he himself is being ambushed. Akame saw Gin following the cultist, and he's bolted out of the woods to save Gin's silver hide.

Akame smacks Kurojaki face first into the dirt and is about to give him an atomic noogie when Gin's all like WAIT. Gin lets the cat out of the bag and tells Akame he knows that Ben wants to scootch Gin up the platoon's pecking order. Gin wants to use this chance to wipe the forest floor with Kurojaki to prove that Ben's right to think that.

Akame is a touch offended that Gin's a filthy eavesdropper, but he understands his motivation. He just sorta shrugs and lets Gin face off with the warlord. Gin puts up his doggy dukes and gets the ball rolling with some fighting words.

Meanwhile, everyone else is fighting a Koga of their own and they're doing a good job of it. Even Hyena is making an honest, if hopeless, attempt at mauling one of the smaller guys. He's failing miserably when he's aided by Smith, who follows up his generously saving Hyena's life by mocking him for being a wussypants and asking him why he hasn't fucked off yet.

Hyena wants Smith and the others to appeal the No Hyenas Allowed rule of their club because he's decided to be a good guy now. Smith isn't sure if he believes him, but whatever, the traitor can serve as a canine shield if nothing else. The two continue snapping at their enemies.

As the fight rages on, John makes his presence known to the platoon by leaping beside a bloodied Ben. John manages to choke out a sincere word of praise for the other dogs' fighting abilities before more graciously humbling himself to Ben by proclaiming he's ready to fall in line with his commander's orders. Ben's newly-beshitted eyes are having a hard time recognizing John, but he'd know that stuck-up, twatty voice anywhere. He instantly welcomes the shepherd back into the fold.

Gin and Kurojaki are standing off in earnest now, but they're still not really getting anywhere. They're surprisingly well matched, Gin always managing to strike and Kurojaki always managing to either dodge or deflect. They've only faced off for a few minutes more when the rumble of a bazillion dog feet advances towards them.

The Ohu and Iga dogs have managed to subdue the Kogas and now they're bumbling towards the fighters. To make matters more dramatic, a storm has been brewing. As if called in as reinforcements a bolt of lightening strikes a nearby tree and catches it on fire. With a terrified, "Shit!" Kurojaki turns tail and runs, a frustrated Gin following behind.

But before Kurojaki can run very far, someone calls down to him from above. He breaks stride and looks up. It's Wilson, finally appearing onscreen again for the first time in a while. His long, white muzzle is rippled in a snarl, and he calls Kurojaki a gutless coward for abandoning his men. And it's not just his men he's abandoned. Has he really forgotten about...

...his own son? Wilson suddenly lifts a small, mottled bundle of fur into view. It's Kurojaki's infant child, and he's crying with fright. Though Kurojaki cannot see it, Maya's body is lying beside Wilson as well, her neck broken and twisted at an ugly angle.

Gin freezes and looks on in horror, as do the other soldiers who come to a stop beside him. Everyone wants to stop this but they're too stunned to speak. The sky rumbles as if angry, lightening flashing and illuminating Wilson's spiteful white face.

"T-tesshin!" Kurojaki cries in recognition. "My boy! What are you doing with my boy?!"

"Can a fucking demon like you truly feel love for a child?" Wilson wonders aloud. "You certainly didn't show any mercy towards mine. You've never understood the horror of what you did, but now you will. I'll make you see. I'll make you pay."

Wilson begins to shake Tesshin back and forth by his tiny grey scruff. A sickening chorus of wails and squeals comes from the baby. The other soldiers are appaled by Wilson's vengeance, as is a now very desperate Kurojaki. The Koga master begins climbing uphill after Wilson, his paws splayed far out in front of him as if trying to grasp for his son.

"Stop!" Kurojaki wails desperately. "Please, please stop!"

For the first (and last) time ever both the Ohu and Iga soldiers are in agreement with Kurojaki. They also call out for Wilson to put the child down. Gin feels helpless to stop this injustice. It's cut him to the quick more then any adult dog's endangerment has yet to. Ben tries to reason with Wilson to stop, but he's distracted by Cross. She's quaking with some overpowering emotion that's not exactly anger and not exactly fear.

Kurojaki nears the hilltop as Wilson's swinging quickens and he jostles Tesshin around like a ragdoll. The Koga leaps with an enraged roar at the Collie when suddenly the two of them are joined by Cross. Before any of them can acknowledge her, Kurojaki collides with Wilson without thinking to stop and sends both the collie and his son tumbling off the hill's edge.

Kuroj screams in horror as he sees both Wilson and the baby descend into the dark gorge below, and the army dogs join his yelling as Cross mounts the hill and descends down into the dark behind them.

The wind blows mournfully as Kurojaki stands mouth agape on the hill, staring into the black pit with his remaining eye. So busy was he with his child that he has only now noticed his wife's bloody corpse sprawled beside him. His eye fills with tears.

But the tears evaporate quickly as he's taken by an overpowering fury. He turns to the stunned soliders and swears at them, damns each and every one of them for bringing his wife and child into this. He will singlehandedly kill them all.

In a (half) blind rage, Kurojaki flings himself headlong into the gaping crowd. First he tears into the massive Moss. Then he slashes Akatora up the shoulder, gives John a concussion, brings Ben to his knees, bam, bam, bam.

So powerful is his rage that one would think he's about to make good on his promise of Ohu decimation, and for the first time the soldiers and their newfound allies start backing away from their foe. All except Gin, ofc, whose protagonist moral code is preventing him from faltering.

Kurojaki's all too willing to beat Gin's ass for causing just about every bad thing in his life lately, so he runs at Gin with reckless abandon. Both he and the Akita leap at each other. A shooting star's comet trail follows Gin's arch in the sky.

The symbolism of it is enough to trigger a convenient, empowering flashback in Gin's mind of his maybe-probably-mostly-confirmed-not-dead father defending baby Gin from Akakabuto. He remembers Riki's signature bear-hunting move, a hard bite to the top of the animal's muzzle. Thinking fast, Gin performs this move on the murderous merle mongrel flying towards him.

This catches Kurojaki by surprise just long enough for Gin to rabbit kick the shinobi bastard into the dirt, bloodying both it and his foe's face in the process. Gin lands back on Earth with an equally small amount of grace by spraining every ankle he's got upon landing. He plops down onto his stomach and quivers as his muscles relax, and Kurojaki has been knocked down hard enough that he's not yet making an effort to get up.

The other dogs run forward, panting congrats to Gin for being so awesome and stuff before they move to descend on their enemy.

John makes himself known to Gin a second later when he's like whoa hold up everyone lmao chill, this is Gin's battle and he should be allowed to finish the dude off himself. Gin's just now realized John's returned, but before he can say HUH WHAT John tells him to handle business before he's offered an explanation. Already feeling a bit overwhelmed by the gravity of the situation, Gin turns at a familiar female voice telling everyone to hold their horses.

It's Cross! She's holding a fussy but living Tesshin in her jaws. Beside her is a battered, humiliated looking Wilson. The Collie sways unsurely, totally unwilling to hold anyone's gaze.

While Wilson wallows in his post-attempted infanticide guilt, Cross sets the child down. Kurojaki is a total sack of shit, she says, but he's still this little guy's dad and only remaining parent. This decision can't be made lightly because it will always come back around to affect the kid.

Gin takes this as a chance to stall on his decision and runs over to Cross, overjoyed to see she's still alive. Cross, looking even more tired then you'd expect, gives him a coy wink. She's told him before she has a soft spot for kids, yeah? After all, she's always believed they have the potential to be better then their parents. As she says this she allows Tesshin to toddle up to his daddy and lick his bloody nose.

But it's still ultimately up to Gin whether or not Kurojaki lives or dies. The decision weighs heavily on the kid. Yeah, Kuro is a violent murderer, a cult leader, an advocate of genocide, and an all around assclown, but watching Tesshin lick his deadly dad's face with unconditional affection awakens something in Gin.

He can't shake the memories of his own puppyhood. He was taken too early from his mother and only ever got to be held by his father once before he was forever stripped of the chance to have a peaceful childhood. He's steadfast in his decision to be with these soldiers, but can he truly say he's comfortable subjecting another child to the loss of their innocence?

"Kurojaki," Gin starts. The cannibal king meets Gin's gaze with his single eye. "Get out of here. Take your people with you. Don't ever come back."

Kurojaki understands this is the only chance he's got to leave, so he picks his sorry ass up and leaps with a noticable decrease in elegance into the trees. All he leaves behind him is a puddle of nose blood... and his infant son. Tesshin simply sits beside his papa's nose goo and yips pitifully, too small to understand he's been ditched but having enough cognition to know neither mommy or daddy are with him and he's frightened.

"Miserable piece of shit didn't want the kid as bad as we though," Kurotora grumbles.

The others in the crowd can't help but agree. Some of them believe it's time to kill Kurojaki after all, but Gin tells them to lay off. This whole debacle has been a real fuck of a shit and more unnecessary casualties are only going to make things worse. So long as Kurojaki actually fucks off once and for all, that's all that needs to happen.

A new discussion begins about what's to be done with the baby when the Kai Bros finally take notice of Hyena. Akame thoughtfully dashes off elsewhere as the tiger-striped trio start telling the grey-haired square to get the hell outta here. John breaks up the bloodthirsty posse by explaining that Hyena's lowkey alright actually. John's elaboration on his experience in these woods and his opinion about the Weimaraner doesn't mean much to the Kais given they've never met him before, but Gin helpfully explains that John's an old friend of his who's come to join their ranks.

He gives John a warm, appreciative smile. For a moment he looks very much like the boss smiling proudly at all his troops. John's brow is furrowed as per ush, but he can't help but smile softly back.

But John quickly wipes the smile off his face and gets back to business. Yeah, sorry about leaving the pack initially and all, but he had a bit of self discovery to do. Ya see, John went and battled with the boss. Surprised at his insolence, he's now got the attention of everybody there.

Anyway, John tried to beat the leader into submission, but he failed spectacularly and for the first time he can remember. The experience taught him something he's still too proud to state clearly, but the important thing is that it motivated him to come back. Oh, btw, the big guy himself has a message to share, generously saving the audience from further elaboration on events they've seen take place:

Akakabuto's stronghold is expanding further, and, though on a forgivingly smaller scale then the Ohu dogs, he is also attempting to grow an army of followers. The sonuvabitch may be a horrifying monster, but he ain't fuckin' stupid. He is aware that a massive hoard of dogs are coming to get him, so he's setting up counter measures to stay one step ahead of them. The troops have to hurry and expand their numbers fast, for the battle is rapidly approaching. It's only a matter of time before Akakabuto and his bears begin overtaking human settlements.

This is all well and good, like thanks for the update and all, but everyone becomes distracted by the unmistakable smell of shit burnin' down. Cross is the first to notice the orange-gold light and incredible heat illuminating the woods beyond. The dogs rush over to see what exactly is happening.

It's the Iga manor. The ancient house is quickly going up in flames, much to everyone's surprise. Even more Nani? inducing is the culprit of the mansion toasting himself, Akame.

The Kishu is standing unwavering in front of the burning building. He's grasping a burning tree branch in his mouth, no doubt having gotten it from the tree that had previously been smoldering. The night sky is alight with storm and flame alike as Akame's children run up to him and ask him what the fuck he's done.

Turns out Akame's just tired of the bullshit. He's tired of constantly having to hold off the violent cannibals they have as neighbors. He's tired of living separate from those who could serve as close allies and true friends. He's tired of leading his sons and daughters into battles they cannot win.

Fuck the house, Akame's turning a new leaf. From now on he'll be dedicating his power to the Ohu army's cause and he encourages the remaining Igas to come with. At least then their ability to whoop ass will be useful beyond gang wars.

"Akame!" a ragged voice hollers from somewhere in the woods. "You little coward!"

Everyone looks. It's Kurojaki, his mottled fur caked in dry blood, his single eye bulging. He runs over to the Igas but he doesn't make as if to attack them. Instead, he just keeps yelling, his thoughts spilling like vomit from his mouth.

Akame just HAS to be this extra, doesn't he? First Kurojaki loses his wife. Then his own child is used to humiliate him. And now Akame is burning down the one solace he had left, swiftly destroying his life's mission of overtaking the manor. With one last gibbered out swear Kurojaki leaps into the burning house.

The smell of roasted kindling is quickly laced with, then overpowered by, the stench of burning hair and melting flesh. Kurojaki screams bloody murder as the flames engulf him. Gin gazes into the abyss of Kurojaki's one eye before it pops, bubbles, and oozes down his cheek, its gooey remains soon joined by his eyebrows and the last fringes of his white mohawk. Despite his agony the mongrel makes no effort to escape the flames, instead collapsing without struggle on the immolated wooden floor.

If this whole sight wasn't fucked enough, a whole chorus of desperate cries also approach the house. It's several of the remaining Kogas all hollering out to their leader. Loyalty may be a virtue, but the outpouring of devotion from the cult leads each and every one of the mohawked dogs to leap into the flames alongside their master.

Upon realizing the hoard won't stop making like they're campfire marshmallows, Gin tries to stop them. He's just shoved out of the way. The only Koga who neither leaps into the flames or runs away is baby Tesshin. Instead the child begins nestling into, oddly enough, Wilson's ankle as he watches his family burn to death.

Akame squints into the flames as the Kogas' agonized screams fade away. The cloudy night sky finally starts drip dropping rain down on the scene and working quickly to extinguish the house. Once the flames have subsided everyone gathers to stare into the wreckage.

Gin takes the first step into the charred remains of the manor. The blackened, crumbling corpses of so many canines litter the floor. Gin hasn't felt like crying this much since his first beating from Gohei, but something physically holds him back. He lip trembles as he looks from the bodies to Akame.

Despite everything the shithead put him through, Akame, with poise unmatched by anyone on Earth, respectfully wishes that Kurojaki and his people could have dedicated themselves to a cause that wasn't so heinous. He also wishes that they may now rest in peace. Many years of anguish and war have lead up to this point, but if nothing else it served to prove that Kurojaki had a lotta resolve.

Now that nobody's gonna come in the middle of the night and kill them dead the group allows themselves to settle in and get some shut eye. Everyone is curling up beside each other when Wilson awkwardly walks up to the hoard. Tiny little Tesshin follows behind him.

Wilson seems especially interested in speaking with Gin, who is nestled in between Ben and Cross. While the Collie coyly bows respectfully to Gin, Tesshin recognizes Cross and runs to her so he can tug on her ears.

Wilson apologizes for the whole almost-committing-infantacide thing. He's deeply ashamed of how low he stooped to strike back against his Kurojaki. Now that he's gotten to see him die in literally the most painful way possible, Wilson hasn't got any ill will towards any Kogas anymore, least of all the only truly innocent one. He accepts that what he did was super shitty even if he'd been blinded by immense grief. He wants to do right and contribute to something that matters, so he'd like to know if everyone - Ben, Cross, Gin - would allow him to stay with the pack.

Nobody responds for a moment, though Gin makes as if he wants to say something. Instead the first to speak is Cross. She tells Wilson that despite the immorality of his behavior she understands his pain. She takes a deep breath and places her paw over Ben's, which seems to have signaled him to lean soothingly against her. Cross begins explaining to Wilson - and Gin, just cause he's there - what her life was like before she joined the Ohu army.

Cross was, as most of the folks here were, a hunting dog. She met Akakabuto once or twice out in the wild, but it took her a while to stand off against him in earnest. Before then she had been bred to another Saluki (Ben politely doesn't say anything to this) and had a litter of puppies. She was blessed with the chance to raise and live with her children into their early adult years, but this is Ginga so her backstory wouldn't have been brought up if it'd stayed idyllic forever.

Her master brought her and her 2 year old children along on a hunt one day when the group was met with the pants-shittingly horrifying sight that is Akakabuto. The bear struck one of Cross's sons across the face, snapping his neck and killing him instantly. Cross and her other children tried to defend themselves and their owner, but one by one her kids were brutally murdered.

The only reason Cross herself survived was because when Akakabuto struck her across the back - the thing that left the scars she bears to this day - she took a fall so hard that she couldn't get up and he believed her to be dead.

All throughout this battle Cross and her kids had been looking desperately to their master for help, but he never given it. While they'd tried to defend the man with their lives, he had been running away and leaving them for dead.

Akakabuto eventually grew bored of the dead dogs and left them behind. When she felt some degree of safe, Cross had crawled over to each of her children's corpses and wept into them.

For a while Cross had nothing much to live for. She didn't care about her owner anymore - in fact, she hated just about the whole of humanity at this point sans one human child who had once fed her while she was wandering aimlessly - and her children were all dead. The only thing that kept her going was her hatred for Akakabuto, her burning desire to see him pay for what he'd done to her.

But she had never been a stray before, and despite her strength it was hard to make ends meet. She barely ate enough to fill a cavity most days and she was quickly growing weak, emaciated, and depressed. She'd felt like giving up.

It was around this point when a red and white Akita Inu had found her. At first she had been afraid of him given he was a wild-looking, battlescarred character with an unreadable face, but he'd shown her a kindness she hadn't felt for a long time. He'd lead her back to his pack, an impressively large collective of other former hunting dogs, and told them that she was their guest. They were to treat her with kindness and feed her back to health before letting her go.

The soldiers were mostly nice to her, if a bit awkward regarding her emotional state. Most of them were dudes and the chicks in the bunch were more about biting and killing then offering any TLC. There was one dog who was especially kind to her, though. His name was Ben (Ben smiles and twitches his ears at the mention of his name), and he was an extremely noble, involved dog who lead the first platoon. She and him instantly clicked, and so they became fast friends.

Cross quickly regained her lost weight and, with Ben's help, regained her lost muscle mass... and then some! So grateful was she for both Ben's kindness and the boss's generosity that she insisted she stay with the pack. She humbly requested membership to the first platoon, promising that she could keep up with the others. She even offered to train under Ben's supervision if need be.

The leader had smiled at her and responded with a gentle nod and a twinkle in his eye. The rest, as they say, is history.

So engrossed in Cross's story was Gin that he'd barely noticed when Wilson laid down beside them. He also didn't really notice when Ben told Wilson that he was welcome so long as he used violence as a means of achieving peace, not as a means of releasing his anger. Nor did he notice when Tesshin wobbled over to Moss and his son and was happily invited to spend the night tucked between the pudgy Mastiff's enormous paws.

But he does notice when Cross winks at him and tucks herself tightly against her doghusband, and he takes this as a sign that storytime is over.

Gin settles in beside his friends to sleep, now better understanding the depth of their devotion. As he dozes he imagines Riki (or, at least, the dog who looks a shittonne like Riki) offering shelter to a boney Cross, training up gentle giant Ben, and lovingly smiling down from his perch at his ever-growing pack.

He imagines the Riki Dog smiling down at him, too, and reaching out a paw to him. Before he can imagine himself touching paws with the boss he fades into a deep, dreamless sleep.

At the buttcrack of dawn the troops head out. They're now joined by John, Wilson, the remaining Igas, and even Kurojaki's little son (who Moss has begun happily carrying around in between the folds on his back). The mission to find more soldiers continues on, and all the dogs begin the journey southward to scope out more canine meatheads for their cause.

Bust out the water wings, folks, because the troops are headed to the seaside. Gin's never seen the ocean before, so he's super weirded out by so much water in one place. John considerably refrains from mocking him for not  knowing what the sea is and explains that crossing the ocean is necessary to reach different countries. Given that John once lived in some mysterious land called Your Up, Gin takes his word for it.

The gang boards an abandoned ship half submerged in the ocean. Gin takes a chance to gaze over the edge and into the water below. His eyes sparkle with curiosity as the waves wash to and fro before the boat.

His gaze follow the waves as they go out and out and out further and further away, the expanse of water stretching out miles ahead. Also miles ahead is a mass of land that looks no larger then a grain of rice. Gin excitedly calls out that he's found a foreign country.

Wilson politely tells Gin that he's got a good eye, but that's not a foreign country. It's just Shikoku. Ole Willy used to travel there frequently during his circus days, and it's also where he met nomadic Mortal Enemy #2.

Before Wilson has a chance to elaborate, Ben interrupts. He closes his foggy eyes and takes in the sounds of the waves before saying that yeah, Shikoku's pretty lit. Lotsa bodybuilder types over there, dogs specifically bred and raised for battle. This fills Gin with the sort of glee that'd seem excessive in a hyperactive schoolgirl. Gin begs the dane to let him go on a field trip to Battle Dog Island.

Everything is a blurry mass of God-knows-what in Ben's eyes, but even he can tell Shikoku is a long ways away. He asks how exactly Gin plans on getting there, to which Gin responds with, "Swimming, of course." This is foolish, obviously, as doggy paddling that far through these waters would be impossible. Ben kindly but firmly tells Gin that he'll be just as much help in gathering troops here.

Ben turns with a degree of finality back into the captain's quarters, his face turning redder then normal as he bonks his muzzle into the doorframe. Despite his upset at being denied permission to abandon ship Gin follows after him in concern when Wilson calls him back.

He tells Gin that he's sorry the kid can't come, but Ben knows best. Gin disagrees - he HAS to go. It's his duty to take Ben's place on the trip, for the newly disabled dog won't make it very far in these conditions.

Several of the dogs seem confused about what this means before Gin passes around volume 3 of the manga and catches them up to speed on how Ben's poisoning has started sapping away his sight. As some of them "ohhhhhhhh" in realization, Smith chimes in with a haven't you people ever heard of not leaving the commander of a platoon behind.

John insists that Gin's a tough cookie, perfect to take Ben's place. So long as he has his immaculate bestie beside him, ofc. He'll be going with Gin, too. Not wanting to be left out, Smith also insists on going. So do the Kai Bros. So does Wilson.

Cross looks as if she wants to say something, but she restrains herself. Gin notices and asks her if she'd like to Come Along by Cosmo Sheldrake. She unconvincingly says she'd love to but she can't leave Ben alone in his condition. It's pretty obvious she's keeping something from everyone, but before they can pry she trots off to join Ben in his quarters.

Smith mutters about how he thinks Cross has been looking a little differently lately but he can't quite put his paw on how. Gin doesn't say anything. Instead he just watches her leave.

Nighttime comes right on schedule. The Ohu dogs are sprawled across the poopdeck, pooped from their travels. Most of them are asleep, but some are only pretending to snooze.

Gin is one of those fakers. He slowly and quietly gathers the other pretenders to join him towards the front of the ship. He has a moment of hesitation before leaping into the water when he sees how aggressive the waves are tonight, but he tries not to show any doubt. This has to be done.

Just before he's about to go, the ever-so-gentle scrapping of claws on wood directs his attention behind him. The gathered gang looks back and sees the Igas are also awake and eager to join them.

Akame feels it's his responsibility to lighten Ben's load in this regard. He'll be leaving the near-sighted dog in the care of Papa Moss. Besides, God only knows what the dogs in Shikoku are like, so why not bring a ninja along just in case? Finally satisfied with the group's size, everyone gathers their courage and jumps into the ocean.

Huge black and blue waves toss the dogs around as they struggle to stay afloat. Smith hesitates at the boat's edge upon realizing what sorta Jackass stunt they're pulling here, but he can't back out now. He gives a loud squeak as he cannonballs into the water.

John's rolling his eyes and mocking Smith's masculinity from the boat when he realizes that he can see a pair of eyes glimmer from nearby. Someone is awake and moving towards them! "Oh shit," John manages as he leaps gracefully in after the others.

Turns out that the nosy parker was just Cross. Upon seeing everyone abandon ship she comes trotting, then running, to the deck's edge. She can just make out the shining wet fur of the dogs in the ocean. She hopes aloud that they'll make it.

A confused, groggy voice from behind her catches her attention. She turns to see that Ben has woken up. Moss is trailing behind, a still snoozing Tesshin draped across his broad forehead. Ben asks Cross what she's doing awake. All is still. The silence speaks volumes, and Ben realizes that Gin has taken off in one of his hare-brained schemes again. Cross is about to defend the kid's decision when Ben sorta just shrugs and sighs.

Ben figures that when someone like Gin gets an idea in his head, he won't abandon it. He'll either learn his lesson the hard way or live to do them all a great service, and Gin's proven time and time again he's not likely to up and die on them. Besides, the dane admits, he kinda wanted to ask Gin to ride (swim?) shotgun anyway, but he couldn't justify asking the youngest troop to do it. Though Ben can't see the dogs swim away he still looks out towards the sea.

The dogs swim for a longass time, paddling in their namesakeway as the waves threaten to toss them into space. Shikoku both is and isn't as far away as they imagined, and this eats away at their patience while they grow more and more tired. Gin is capable of leading the charge given his childhood waterboardings but he's also losing steam.

The only thing keeping him moving is the sliver of moonlight above. When the partial moon is intercepted by the clouds, the shape it forms bears resemblance to Riki's silhouette atop his Throne Hill. Gin can't let the big man down.

After a while the dogs come across a reprieve from their struggle: a tiny island, little more then a small hunk of muddy, sandy land sticking up out the water. Shikoku isn't much further now, but the whole lot is swung out. There's just enough room on the puny isle to allow everyone refuge for the night.

The dogs all adorably snuggle up beside each other to keep warm against the cold ocean winds. As Gin rests his head across John's shoulders he takes one last peek at the moon. The Riki Clouds have vanished. He just sighs and closes his eyes.

Night turns to day and things are getting interesting in Shikoku. A nationwide dog fighting tournament is in full swing, making everyone reading this instantly a little less comfortable. In this particular fight, two Tosa dogs named Niouryu ("Nio dragon") and Musashi ("master warrior") are duking it out to a screaming crowd of weirdos who like watching dogs sumo wrestle.

Musashi's gotten the drop on Niouryu and is clearly winning via attempted strangulation. For the sake of saving Niouryu's life and so as I never have to write that name again, the fight is broken up and Musashi is declared winner.

This is very exciting news for the Musashi fans in the crowd because it means that the dude has won the Dog Wrastling championship for the 2nd year in a row. True, he's working his way up from middleweight to heavyweight, but this ain't no small potatoes. Musashi's unmatched prowess is celebrated as he is donned in traditional championship garb. The dog proudly holds his scarred head high as he gazes wistfully into the distance. His nose twitches as he detects something strange on the wind.

Musashi's trainer takes him back to his kennel alongside several other competitors. All of the dogs, Mushie Boy included, begin barking, seemingly alerted to something nearby. Musashi's trainer doesn't know what to make of this so he leaves the kennel to go snooping around in the hopes of finding the source of the dogs' intruige.

Unseen to all but the fighters' noses, the Ohu dogs reveal that they've made it to Shikoku by posing mysteriously atop the high stone wall surrounding the kennels. Gin gazes down at Musashi. They GOTTA get this guy to join the army.

The Ohu dogs climb down from the wall and disappear into the nearby woods until the sun begins to set and all the humans are gone. The kennel dogs have just settled in when the same smell from before recaptures their interest. Musashi growls but refrains from barking when he sees three synchronized silhouettes approach his cage.

"Who is it? Who's there?" Musashi says with all the confidence of a lion who's punched God to death.

The shadows whisper in low voices that that's not important right now. What is important is that Musashi agrees to come with.

Musashi doesn't feel like missing bedtime so he tells them to fuck off. One of the silhouettes, the one missing an ear, tells him that if he doesn't willingly join their canine convoy they're gonna force him to. Musashi demonstrates that this is an incredibly stupid thing to say to a fighting champion in a way that surprises the trio. He knows how to open his kennel and he's feeling cranky. He grabs the one eared dog as the stripey group tries to scatter.

Luckily for the Kai Kens the other kennel dogs are barking up a storm, all jerring and yelling FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT. This noise would serve only as an irritant if it didn't cause someone, a human, to call out in confusion. A light inside a nearby building turns on.

Moments later the circular beam of a flashlight can be seen from the other side of the yard. Musashi has an Oh Shit moment and releases the dog he's holding. He tells the three that he's impressed by their ballsiness, but if they wanna live to see another day they need to pound pavement.

The dogs seem less afraid of Musashi's threats then they do of the man with the light. As the man calls out to the dogs the three brindles scramble out of the yard, each making a beeline for the treeline. Once he's certain they've left, Musashi meekly sits down and waits for his master to come find him. The man joins him within a moment and scoffs, scolds Musashi for breaking out again, and finally leads the dog back to his kennel.

The Kai Bros (btw it was so obviously the Kai Bros who came aknocking on Musashi's door) start heading back into the forest, kicking pebbles in their path and muttering about how it sucks ass that they didn't successfully kidnap someone to fight a war with them. As Chutora and Kurotora begin detailing just how much ass the situation sucks, Akatora tells them to shut their yapholes and hide. Someone - a LOT of someones, it smells like - are following them. The brothers dive into the bushes.

An asstonne of quadrapedal silhouettes dot the hills nearby. The strangers smell unfamiliar and are poised as if they mean business so Akatora tells everyone to head back to Gin. His littermates start whining about how running away isn't very cash money of them but Akatora nips them on the backsides to move them along. By this point he wouldn't have needed to put tooth to butt. The pack has descended from their vantage point and is headed straight for them.

The trio takes off in a gallop as tens of angry looking dogs, all barking and yelling for the intruders to stop, give chase. Kurotora's got a terrible Napoleon complex going on so he gives up running and instead tries to fight some of the dogs away. This backfires phenominally badly because the pack swiftly overpowers him, then overpowers his bros when they come running to his defense. Manly, agonized screams ring out in the night.

Somewhere insultingly close by Gin and his coterie have noticed the commotion. John proposes that sending the most overzealous and tactless of them to convince a champion fighter to leave his home wasn't a great decision. Though Gin realizes he fucked up by doing this, he's too proud to show the embarassment he feels for his idea. Instead he just tells everyone they oughta go see what the screaming's for so as to make sure they're not down three soldiers.

The troops head deeper into the forest, each keeping their eyes peeled and ears open to see if they can find the disappeared brothers. The Igas try to contribute to the search by leaping through the trees and ahead of the pack. The thick smell of an unfamiliar group lingers in the air, but no one can be seen.

No, wait, there is someone there. A sliver of moon shine casts a dim spotlight over a muscular dog carrying something red and black and striped all over. It's Musashi! He's got a concerned look on his face and a busted up Akatora stretched across his back.

"I'm guessing the Kai brothers didn't convince you to come peacefully?" Smith asks, the urge to alleviate the situational tension clouding his manners.

Musashi shrugs and allows Akatora to slip from his shoulders and onto the ground. Gin quickly looks over the Kai Ken as John snaps at Musashi for doing this to their friend. Musashi's eyes grow wide and spiteful. He tells the dogs to lay off for chrissakes. Believe it or don't, he's here to help. Akatora agrees in a choked voice; Musashi rescued him when he was too injured to save his brothers.

Gin asks Musashi to explain what the shit's happening so the Fite Club veteran lays it all out. The triplets were attacked by a pack that lives in these here parts, a pack that's lead by a dastardly bastard whos exploits encourage gossip even among the most seasoned of fighting dogs. This aforementioned bastard goes by Bandit Bill, and he's a notoriously brutal brown doberman who lives in an abandoned Buddhist shrine. He's a territorial sort and was probably upset that a buncha insolent strays came piddlefarting around his domain.

Before Musashi goes on about Billy the Kid he gives a broken smile and says he'd gone to follow the obnoxious brothers upon realizing that they might have ties to the giant army of dogs that's been growing and moving across Japan. Gin gapes, somehowhaving been oblivious to how a nomadic collective of dedicated troops might catch the populace's attention.

Musashi states that he's glad the army seems real because it means he can be flattered at how they've come to recruit him. Bee tee dubbya, he's totally down to join them. He's been a fighting dog long enough for it to get dull. The old man is ready to live out the rest of his life as one big adventure.

A second later a white dog drops down from the trees. It's Akame here to say that he and the other fair furred folk have managed to locate Chutora and Kurotora. The good news is that they're still alive. The bad news is that they're in front of a weird, ancient looking monument swarming with buff-looking dogs. Musashi confirms that that's Bill's pad, though he doesn't understand why Bill would keep trespassers around instead of just killing them.

Gin immediately announces a rescue mission. Musashi tells everyone to hold their horses. He's gonna go home and bring back his posse to help sort this out. Bill isn't a bloodthirsty idiot - standing in front of him isn't a death sentence - but he needs to know these guys have backup. It'd also be easier for locals to get information outta him  as opposed to new guys from across the sea. Better to talk then fight, yeah?

Musashi departs while warning the troops that it'll be a hot minute before he busts open all the kennels at home, but he swears he'll be back by morning. Given there's not much they can do til Musashi gets back, the dogs set up camp for the night. The night seemingly passes without incident, and the crowing of a rooster can be heard as the sun rises.

Wait, did I say rooster? Oopsie! I meant Smith starts shrieking to the other soldiers that OH SHIT, GIN IS MISSING. John wakes with a start at his friend's name, and as soon as he's truly concious there's no doubt in his mind as to where Gin is.

Predictably Gin has run off to solve this problem by himself. Only this time he has a moment of self reflection. He realizes aloud that he very often ends up helping, yes, but he also has the habit of tying situations in big, complicated knots by making decisions on the fly... just like he's doing right now.

And yet he can't say he feels remorse for it. He doesn't have the time to. He needs to save his friends. He needs to prove himself to Ben. He needs to do this to protect the village, the people, his family, his Daisuke.

The ancient monument, Bill's Bandit Bed-n-Breakfast, is lookin' pretty eerie in the shady woods. The only thing that makes the dark, imposing forest more intimidating is the two dog heads sticking out of the dirt smack dab in the middle of the monument's front yard. It's Chutora and Kurotora, and both are exhausted from struggling to escape their halfassed graves. A deep, slimy voice cackles triumphantly as something lithe, black, and endlessly shitty exits the building.

It's General Sniper! The bastard merrily licks his lips as he watches the Kais struggle to free themselves from the Earth's unwelcome hug. Mr. S is just about to go on about how great he is or some shit when a dog from Bill's pack, one who had totalled the Kai Bros, runs into view and tells him there's an issue. They have a visitor, someone none of Bill's crew has ever seen before. Sniper runs to the arch out front.

Gin's parked his little silver ass just in front of the arch and is refusing to explain to any of Bill's soldiers why he's here until he has council with Billiam The Bad Guy himself.

"I am a representative of the leader of Ohu," he says in the deepest voice he can muster, "and I shall tell you no more. Please allow me to speak to your boss."

"Oh, no, I don't think that's going to happen," Sniper says snidely.

Gin is surprised to see the hoodlum here, but Sniper doesn't explain himself. Instead, his brow crinkles cruelly as he repeats what Gin said: so, he's here to rep for Ohu, huh? Got himself a promotion, ey? How charming.

Sniper turns to Bill's men and explains that this stupid kid's boss is a tyrant trying to take over Shikoku's prime real estate, ignoring Gin's protests and cries of What The Hell Dude. Bill's men approach Gin to tackle him, but Gin leaps past them before they can.

Gin continues to frog-hop his way onto the front lawn where he's shocked to find two of his compadres buried alive. Little Chu and Kuro, Too yell at him to get out, it's a trap! But Gin's too stubborn to listen. He ignores their pleading begins trying to dig them out instead.

While Gin is distracted, Sniper launches himself into the Akita and sends him flying. Gin quickly rights himself, his nose bleeding, and swears aloud while telling Sniper it's unsportsmanlike to strike from behind. The little German chickenshit better be ready to fight because his treason will not go unpunished.

Sniper yells a barrage of death threats at Gin as if all of Twitter is rushing through his veins when he hears one of Bill's men call for everyone to retreat. Sniper looks up and dumbly utters a confused "Huh?". The Ohu dogs have caught up to Gin, and they're here to stop this madness!

Sniper tells Bill's troops not to puss out of a fight. They've got enough dogs to rival these suckers. The troops comply and the fur starts to fly. For a moment it seems like the Ohu dogs will be able to swiftly end this battle. Unfortunately, they lose the upper hand just as swiftly.

Sniper has made his way over to Kurotora and he's got his fangs pressed up against the black brindle's jugular. He mumbles through a mouthful of dog neck that the Ohu folks must surrender to The Bill Brigade or else he'll start killing the helpless hostages. Gin blurts out for the Ohu dogs to stop fighting without a second thought. Sniper responds by telling his ex-army not to move or else the stripey guy gets it.

Bill's fighters take this as a chance to start beating the shit outta the now motionlss soldiers. Gin's eyes fill with tears of frustration and realization at the severity of the impossible situation before them. Before anyone can die, however, someone else comes in and smacks Sniper so hard he flies back a few feet.

It's another Doberman, a brown and tan one with sunken eyes. This other pinscher says in a deep, silken voice that Sniper can kindly fuck off with this sadism. Bandit Bill can handle his own intruders, thank you very much. Besides, he doesn't believe in killing for the fun of it. If Sniper wants to be his right-hand man he needs to respect the rules of Bill's domain.

Sniper half-snarls, half-whines to Bill about how all is fair in love and war. Gin tells his cliche ass to shut up because the Ohu lads aren't here to fight. They're here to ask for help.

Before any more nonsense can go down someone calls ahoy from the arch. It's Musashi! The big man has kept true to his word and has brought tens of his fighting buds with him, many more dogs then the Ohu guys knew lived in his kennel. Indeed a small army of Tosas trail behind Musashi-sama as he steps up to greet Bill.

Mushmush asks in the voice of a gossiping old biddy if Billy has heard of these guys. They're bear hunters with good intentions, ya know. Bill says that yeah, he's heard about the bear stuff, but their former general here has a different story to tell.

Gin insists Sniper is a big fat stupid ugly liar. They're not here to steal land or dominate Shikoku or whatever, they deadass just need soldiers for their cause. Musashi interjects by saying he's not one to get involved in work place drama. To him it seems the real issue is that Gin and Sniper need to settle a beef they've been fostering. Bill appreciates the sentiment (as well as any chance he gets to watch a good fight), so he agrees. Let these two handle this shit the old fashioned way: with tooth and nail.

Gin licks the tacky, drying blood from his nose and dives at Sniper so as to get this party started. Sniper catches him off guard and sends him flying into a tree's trunk. Gin starts scrambling to his feet but he's not quick enough to dodge Sniper snagging him by the scruff of the neck. John almost rushes forward to intervene when Akame restrains him and assures him that they can save Gin if it comes to it, but they'd better hang back in case they upset Bill.

Sniper wildly moves his jaw around and leaves big bloody slashes across Gin's neck, his teeth fumbling around the kid's collar. Realizing he can't tear Gin's throat out with the big leather slab in the way, Sniper has another idea. He tells everyone to watch what happens when you fuck with Mr. S as he gives Gin's neck a hard squeeze and an even harder twist. All the dogs gape in horror as they hear a bizarre, powerful snap. Sniper releases his grip on Gin's neck and the Akita tumbles to the dirt.

John swears loudly. He wastes no time in detailing how he's gonna shove Sniper's ass down his throat when a weak cough makes everyone aware that Gin is still moving. Even Sniper is surprised as the dogs watch Gin hobble to his feet.

Blood is oozing from Gin's clearly not-broken neck. Just before one can say "wait so like what happened", Gin's leather collar slips off his shoulders and hits the ground with a small thump. A white tear in the leather ring explains the strange breaking noise.

For just a second Gin is lost in the memory of when he was given the collar. It wasn't Gohei who'd bestowed it upon him. It had been Diasuke. The boy had said that it had once been worn by Gin's dad, which may or may not have just been a cover for a convenient purchase from Pet Smart. Regardless, Gin silently thanks Daisuke for giving him protection he didn't even know he had, and he thanks God himself for giving him the massive muscles he needs to tear Sniper a new one.

And tear he does, for he begins giving this asslancing all he's got. He runs rings around Sniper, leaps down upon him from the trees, and finishes off his display of hypermasculinity by swinging the Doberman from a hind leg until the pitiful would-be dictator cries out for him to stop.

Gin does indeed stop, but not without placing a humilation cherry on this assbeating sundae. He swings the pinscher into a branch of a tree. When he lets go all can see that Sniper's dangling from the branch by his spiked collar.

"Shit! Damnit!" Sniper howls, defeated. "Let me down! Someone let me down!" But nobody comes to his aid. Either they're too stunned or, like Smith, are laughing at the ridiculous sight. Bill takes Sniper's dangling very seriously, though, and he calls up to Sniper that he's ashamed to be the same breed as him. Then he turns to Musashi with a smile. He would be giving a slow, polite clap if he had hands.

Gin relishes the moment by boldly telling Sniper to never show his ugly mug again because he's the one dog alive, the one dog in the whole world, who Gin will never forgive. The youngin gives the stuck up commander one last chance to fuck off and live peacefully elsewhere. Sniper only responds with more swearing and even more desperate pleas for help.

Gin thanks Musashi for his backup. He's about to thank Bill too when the Doberman takes a step back. Oh no, he's not getting buddy-buddy with anyone yet.

Musashi looks like he's about to roll up his non-existant sleeves and convince Bill otherwise when the dobie explains: Bill would like to meet this Ohu Boss guy himself before deciding if he's gonna join anyone else's army. He's willing to go with, but no promises on whether or not he'll be killing any bears.

Gin figures this is as good as it's gonna get, so he nods and welcomes Bill into the fold. John playfully elbows Gin in the side. This is all well and good, but it's about time to get back to Ben, yeah?

Before everyone can start planning the cruise back, Musashi stops them and gives them a tip. There's an even stronger dog who lives out here, some dude who's rumored to be the strongest in the world. The Ohu troops look intrigued. Some of them excitedly ask Gin if he'd like to meet this superdog. Of course Gin's like HELL YEAH. The dogs all depart, leaving Sniper cursing and swaying from the tree.

And so all three of the packs (the Ohu soldiers, Musashi's crew, and Bill's cronies) join together and start their trek to meet the world's strongest dog. Next stop: the city of Uwajima. Gin allows Musashi to show them the way, but he can tell by how his men fall in behind him that they're really taking his lead.

Gin can't help but feel a warm sense of pride well up inside him. He hopes he can be as good a commander as Ben. He hopes he can do right by the Ohu leader.

After another day long road trip the dogs emerge panting from the forest onto a cliff overhanging a seaside city. Seemingly having remembered all the times Ben refused to speak up about his own prospective recruits, everyone quickly asks Musashi to describe the dog they're after. Musashi's less reserved then Benny is so he settles on his haunches and launches into a story for the ages.

Benizakura ("crimson cherry blossom") is his name, and dog fighting is his game. The dude is an astoundingly tall and muscular Tosa Inu mix as well as an honored veteran in the fighting world. Legend has it he was born 10 years ago in Japan's snowiest mountain region. He was born to two village mutts of unknown ancestory and for a while he was a simple housepet. That was before he turned 2, at which point his master realized there was money to be made off of him after having seen him tear a cheeky village dog he hated he limb from limb.

By the age of 3 Benizakura had effectively dominated the dog fighting championships. He'd body slamming his way through medium, then large, then heavyweight dogs one by one. He traveled all over Japan and had made his mark on history by never losing a single fight. It came as a surprise to nobody when he finally entered the running for the nation's top canine yokozuna (highest rank in sumo wrestling.)

When he'd clawed his way to the big leagues, his greatest opponent was Japan's then-current champion yokozuna. This dog was an equally imposing purebred Tosa named Tsuna Arashi ("rope storm"). Tsuna was no spring chicken - by this point he'd been about 8 or 9 years old - but he'd spent the last 6 years of his life claiming and reclaiming his championship title. Though it was apparent upon their first meeting that Tsuna respected Benizakura's perserverance, the champ had no intention of letting the younger dog take his glory.

Musashi says that this fight was one for the books which I guess makes it highly unfortunate that dogs can't read. Hell, even the wet-behind-the-biceps kids Musashi used to train would recount it with awe.

See, the two dogs' gameness had been admirably strong. They'd never once relented in their assault of each other. Not when their muscles began to quake, not when they drooling bloody spittle, not when Benizakura's ears had been torn to ribbons. Kick, bite, snarl, tear, claw, throw, strike.

Their faces wet with blood and their muscles failing, neither dog refused to give in. And because of that the match's thirty minute time limit came to an end. No decided victor could be decided between them.

Tsuna Arashi was carted away by his master and Benizakura was left in an exhausted rage. He hadn't won. He hadn't even lost. He'd gotten nothing. Nothing at all but a face full of scars and two ragged stumps where his ears used to be.

Time passed without much incident for Benizakura as he continued his training at home. He still had the respect of his peers, and the dude was as strong as ever. His ears couldn't be saved, but they could be cropped, and so his master gave him a battle crop so low his stumpy little ear nubs were almost flush with his skull.

After a few more months of training Benizakura's owner suggested a rematch against Tsuna, but the dog's owner declined. Tsuna was an old fart by now. His eyes were riddled with cataracts, he had developed diabetes, and he was ready to retire. And so Benizakura was blue balled cruelly by fate, never managing to win himself that championship from his greatest foe.

Musashi pauses for a moment before Gin asks what happened after that. Musashi continues his tale of whoopass woe by detailing that, being a dog and not having the context to these conversations, Benizakura never stopped itching for a chance to beat Tsuna Arashi for real. He'd continued his training, continued his hoping.

Three years later just before his 6th birthday, Benizakura finally felt ready to try again. When he came to realize Tsuna would never return on his own accord, Benizakura had busted out of his kennel and gone to find Tsuna himself.

Benizakura crossed water and shore and forest to find Tsuna Arashi, and eventually he did. What he found horrified him. The blind, elderly dog was locked in a pen and being chewed up and spat out piece by piece by the next generation of fighting dogs.

Tsuna Arashi had become a miserable bait animal biding his time til one of his master's newest pupils got too overzealous and handled him just a little too roughly. The sight stopped Benizakura's blood cold. It was then that he'd realized that if he stayed in the fighting game this would be his future, too.

Enraged at the injustice of it all, Benizakura leapt into Tsuna's pen and killed the other dogs, their humans looking while the beast of an animal ripped their livelihoods apart. And this is what they would call him from now on: The Beast. A fitting name given his mauled appearance and massive stature.

But Benizakura either didn't notice the humans screaming or he didn't care. Covered in blood, he'd merely leapt out of the pen just as swiftly as he'd leapt into it, this time leaving a dazed and confused Tsuna Arashi behind.

Since then Benizakura hasn't returned to his OG master. Hell, the only evidence that he may still be alive at all is the fact that Uwajima locals catch a glimpse at him now and again. The Beast has become a sort of Japanese Bigfoot. Though the muscleman lives as a cryptid nowadays, Musashi swears by his belief that The World's Strongest Dog is still alive. The hard part will be finding him.

Meanwhile, back at the ship the Ohu dogs have claimed as a temporary home base, Cross has been left in charge because both Moss and Ben have had to take off due to pressing circumstances. Cross is pretty miffed at being left behind, but Ben had just assured her that her service is appreciated and he'd be back in a jiffy.

Problem is that several jiffies end up passing by as Cross waits and she's getting tired of leading troops on simple hunting missions. These dogs can take care of themselves without someone telling them how to hold down the fort. But what about Gin?

Gin's nearing 2 years now, but he's still so young and has so little experience. Dogs don't have cell phones or group chats so there's really no way to tell how he's doing. And so Cross nudges a subordinate named Luke, a speckled pointer mix, and tells him to take care of business while she gets the scoop on the wayward pooches.

Luke seems bashful in accepting, trying to murmur out something about how Cross might not be in the best way to brave the sea, but Cross won't be having it. She says her goodbyes and then dives into the waves. The tide has settled exponentially but the ocean still does a good job at knocking her around.

While Cross is boogie boarding, Wilson and Gin are poking around the peaceful streets of Uwajima. Most of what they see is quiet, amiable people going about their business, but there is one especially loud something happening nearby. Gin says it sounds like a lotta hooplah for boring city stuff, but Wilson disagrees.

Willy had once traveled here when his circus made its rounds in Shikoku and, if memory serves correctly, bull baiting is a common sport in the region. That's probably what they're hearing now. He assures Gin it's not worth getting involved - bulls don't fight bears - but Gin ignores him and goes to see anyway.

The two make like everyone in this damn story does and stand atop a hill overlooking the bullfight. It's a big runny-aroundy event taking place inside a wooden pen surrounded by hooting, hollering humans. Several of them are cheering for someone called "Don", and in the pen with a very pissed-off bovine stands an absolute unit of a dog.

Gin's eyes widen as he examines the pooch: massive Ginga pecs, Tosa Inu mix, ears cropped almost flat against his head. It's him. It must be him. Benizakura. Wilson tries to explain that Musashi said Benizakura is more like a sasquatch then a regular sports enthusiast, but Gin just excitedly grasps at Wilson's fluffy white chest and tells him to look, look! As the two watch, the dog, presumably the aforementioned Don, uses all his chunk to snag the immature bull by the neck and flip it over using its center of gravity against it. The crowd goes fucking nuts, and too Gin is beside himself with delight. Wilson concedes that maybe, just maybe, this dog IS the strongest in the world.

Someone in the pin comes and separates Don from the bull. As he does so a young boy comes running up to grab Don by the neck and shower him with praise. The old dog seems pretty pleased with himself, holding his head high as the onlookers cheer.

Wilson's not entirely convinced this dude is Benizakura, but he does believe that the army could use this veritable canine tank in their ranks. He asks Gin how he proposes they get the Hulk Hogan of animals to come with. Gin deadass just takes off in a run.

Wilson calls out to Gin to slow his roll, but this roll ain't stoppin' anytime soon. Gin leaps over several gawking onlookers, each one alarmed and confused. Then the Akita aims right for Don while yelling, "Forgive my rudeness, Benizakura!"

The old dog falters, confused. He poses as if ready to take a blow from Gin, but no blow comes. Instead Gin pulls the canine equivilent of a pantsing and yoinks Don's collar from around his neck.

Don's boychild seems insulted that Gin dare makey his dog nakey and demands he drop it, bad dog, spit it out. Don stands growling at the Akita and Gin stands growling back in return. Gin's worried for a split second that this dude might really just be some random guy, but his fears fade when the old dog snarls through a face full of scars, "Who are you? How do you know my real name?"

Gin smiles around the collar in his mouth as he's overcome with relief. But he doesn't get more then a moment to enjoy having found the living legend because the big guy is running towards him, scolding him for his unorthidox greeting and offering him a similar one in kind. A huge white paw lashes out at Gin's face, smacks him silly, and throws him off his feet.

Wilson watches in a panic on the hill. He wishes he had either backup or a unicycle so he could fix this mess. Benizakura Confirmed lashes a paw out at Gin's face once more, only this time Gin has the foresight to brace himself against it.

The crowd seems stunned that a dog only 2/3rds "Don's" size could stop his strike. Wilson is equally surprised. So is Benizakura.

Upon remembering that they paid to be here, several people in the crowd encourage the new Little Guy to give his all against "Don" while others encourage the sumo vet to snap the youngster over his knee. But Benizakura doesn't do anything escept look intently into Gin's eyes, staring like he means to find something.

Gin smiles his soft, goofy smile once more and tells Benizakura this is what the lawbooks call a case of Pinch, Poke, You Owe Me A Coke. He only struck Benizakura once. Benizakura has struck him twice. Big Man owes him a free hit, and he'll be coming back for it later.

Benizakura seems first confused, then insulted, then confused again by Gin's forwardness. And with nothing more then a wink and a duck, Gin leaves Benizakura behind, foot raised and jaw slack.

Gin leaps back out of the pen and joins Wilson. The crowd goes nuts once again, this time because they're all wondering what the shit they just saw. Wilson and Gin quickly depart.

The Collie scolds Gin for putting so many human eyes on them. Gin says he'll explain why he did what he did later, but for now they need to let everyone know that The Beast lives. Not only that, but he'll be expecting to see Gin again.

On a familiar shoreline, a white mass of hair is lawling miserably around the sand. The fuzzy mop turns out to be a dog, and the dog turns out to be Cross. She didn't stop and take a break like the other dogs but instead swam until she'd reached Shikoku. Her unusually wide sides heave as she coughs up sea water. She tries to settles down for a second, but her ears don't follow her lead. They perk up when she hears a commotion nearby.

Her legs are killing her, but she hobbles to her feet and sways tiredly as she follows the sound of someone - no, several someones - speaking. One of the voices is high and desperate while the other two are deeper and more threatening. As Cross slinks into a hunting crouch, she sees who's doing all the yapping.

A long dog of very small stature is being encircled by two much, much larger dogs. The short king is a Dachshund. It seems like he's trying to look tough while being harassed by the two taller bullies. The big dogs are peeved that weenie boy wandered into their territory, and now they're making like they're going to eat him.

Though she's tired enough to sleep for a week straight, Cross's unyeilding sense of justice refuses to let her rest. She leaps towards one of the dogs and cracks him upside the head. She stands over the living hotdog and snarls at the two, telling them to beat it, beat it. But neither of them wants to be defeated, so they ready themselves to fight.

That is, they ready themselves to fight until realizing that Cross is a bedraggled woman. They pause to laugh at the absurdity of what they believe is some homeless chick saving a manlet from assault before Cross sinks her teeth into one's neck and begins shaking.

These dogs are little more then overgrown puppies, maybe 2 years old at most, and though they're nasty little things they're not very good in a fight. "Hey, lady, stop! Let Beth go!" says the one Cross isn't ripping holes in. The dog in her grasp, presumably Beth, begins whining and crying, obviously not used to real fights.

"Okay, okay! We'll go, we'll go! Please stop!" Beth whimpers submissvely. Cross lets him go with a loud grunt and swears at the unruly teenagers as they make a break for it.

Cross pants as she watches them go, and suddenly she's back to feeling weak. The adrenaline has all but left her system and her righteous power has been turned to a mushy lightheaded feeling. She turns to the little dog to see he's smiling gratefully at her.

He thanks her for her help, though he assures her he definitely could've handled the delinquents himself. She smiles back at him. She asks him what he's doing out here and he responds in a way that surprises her.

The Dachshund explains that he's heard about a roaming pack of dogs playing military, running their own corps and organizing men to battle a man-eating bear. He hopes to join those dogs and prove himself just as capable as any warrior, but his training hasn't been going so well.

He sighs dreamily as he imagines aloud how wicked it'd be to be one of the cool kids. All the cool kids, they seem to get it. It being fame and glory, of course.

Cross's smile grows encouragingly as she tells the little dude to keep at it, for he's bound to contribute to a good cause someday if he keeps that attitude up. He thanks her, then tells her that it's time for him to get back to training. Maybe this time he'll stick to killing squirrels instead of chasing down bigger dogs.

She asks him for his name, and he grins a broken smile. Oliver is his name, and he's pleased to make her aquaintence. After Cross shares her own name Oliver enthusiastically lets her know that if there's ever anything he can do to repay her for her good deed, all she needs to do is give a howl.

As Oliver waddles off, Cross's smile quickly fades. She's not feeling too hot. She's been put under an unusually large amount of strain lately and hasn't allowed herself a moment of rest. Something in her stomach cramps up. She's been puking a lot lately and it looks like what little she has in her gut is coming back up. She tosses her cookies all over the forest floor as the lightheadedness comes back.

She tries to stumble away but her head is too foggy. Her legs give out under her and she rolls to her side upon realizing just how long she'd been at sea. She allows her eyes to close as she breathes in deeply. So distracted by her tiredness is she that she doesn't notice when a long, dark shadow falls over her.

Back in Ohu, the boss is facing off with not one but two oversized red-backed bears. The unusually beefy animals don't intimidate the boss, but their origin does cause some concern. These two are beary obviously assassins sent - and fathered - by Akakabuto himself, the types of visitors the Akita has gotten very used to in the past couple of months. Clearly Redhead isn't happy with an especially jacked dog keeping his troops from more human BBQs. Whatever dude, it'll take more then a couple of homicidal teddies to down this masterful bear killer.

Actually, check that: it takes a couple teddies doing something unexpected to down him. The two big-boned barbarians combine their powers to knock a goddamn tree over and roll it the boss's way. Captain Canine is able to dodge the attack, but he can't do so without leaping over a lump of debris that's blocking his path. Turns out that bear ninjas and dog ninjas have something in common, as the poor dog learns first hand that bears understand the concept of pit traps.

There's no skewers this time, but as the leader tumbles into pit the uprooted tree trunk comes rolling in after him. He gasps and tries to get out of its way, but it's too late. The trunk hits the bottom of the pit with a loud WHAM. The sound of splintering wood and a yelping dog meets the twin terrors' ears.

The assassins grin between themselves. Yes. Finally. The Ohu leader has been defeated. The army will soon crumble, and Akakabuto's reign will be unstoppable.

But enough of alla that, I know what you people really came here to see: John yelling at Gin for making a rash decision! Yes, ole Johnny Boy is annoyed that Gin plans on not only finding Benizakura alone, but wants to leave the rest of the troops hanging back while he does so. Like, Gin, dude, you have an army of walking powerhouses and you don't want their backup against The Strongest Dog In The World Trademark All Rights Reserved?? Especially after the bastard hit you in the face twice???

Various dogs begin barking their suggestions. Gin should beat the shit out of the old fart for disrespecting him (so says the Kai Bros), and Benizakura would be outnumbered and thus forced to comply if everyone ganged up on him (so says Bill.) Gin politely speaks up with a deliberate, "Be quiet," which gets everyone to settle down. Akame clears his throat and nods to Gin, clearly having something he's gotta say. Gin bows and gives the Kishu the floor.

Akame explains that given neither Ben or Cross are here, the next commander in line is Gin. He admits that Gin is young and his decisions are brash, but he can't recall any time Gin's pigheaded determination didn't end with the Ohu dogs getting what they wanted. Besides, it's probably for best that the kid doesn't wanna face this with violence. You don't convince people like Benizakura to join you through ass kicking alone, and if there's one thing Gin's proven he can do it's convince people to be cool.

Gin's face is flush with relief as he quietly thanks Akame for his support. Musashi also agrees with the white guy's elaboration. He tries explaining things from a fighting dog's perspective.

If they all go in to kick Benizakura's ass, he'll just fight them off til he can't fight anymore. They'd just be another challenger, nothing more. But no matter how good a dog is at fighting, he's still just a dog. There is always a side to him that's soft and doughy and vulnerable to what he feels is important. Suddenly becoming aware of himself, Moss peers up at the top of his head where a tiny Tesshin is curled in a ball.

Gin allows Musashi to finish what he's saying before going on to explain himself: it's childhood rules, guys. He hit Benizakura once, Benizakura hit him twice. Ergo, Gin gets one free punchy. Smith laughs and elbows Gin in the chest, guffawing about how the baby of the team would find a way to skew such simple, immature logistics to work on a hardass like Benizakura. This plan is crazy... so crazy........ that it just might work!!!

A while later Cross finds herself on the wooden floor of an old barn. She rubs her face to clear her eyes of grit. Once her vision is clear she sees that she's not alone in the room. A dark shadow of what seems to be a massive dog is sitting before her, its eyes shining as they catch the room's sparse light. The stranger asks her in a crumpled, kind voice if she's doing alright.

Cross's brain finally reactivates and she's all like OH SHIT. The dog before her is an aged Tosa mix, his jowls greying and his face smattered with scars. But that's not nearly the worst of it, she realizes, because it turns out she's been chained to the wall.

She scrambles to her feet and demands to know who this random senior citizen is and why she's stuck in her own private Hotel California. Oldie barely reacts. He just gently informs her that his owner is willing to care for her. She'll be safe here.

As Cross pries desperately at the metal stake chaining her up - no dice - the mutt explains that she's lucky to have been rescued. She'd been delirious, mumbling strange things in her sleep about bears and wars. She also mentioned something about Shikoku, which, spoiler alert, is where she is right now.

Cross finally stops fidgeting and lets this sink in. So she made it after all. She's so glad at the prospect of finding the others that she stops struggling and smiles to herself, then to the other dog.

She gingerly thanks him for saving her, like really she's super grateful and all, but would he mind letting her off this chain? She's on a mission. The dog does not offer to set her free, but he doesn't not offer it either. Instead, he just says that she needs more rest.

Besides that, he's become very curious about her circumstances. What in God's name is she doing out here? So gentle is the old dog's gaze that she heaves a sigh, sits on her haunches, and begins describing Akakabuto to him in livid detail. And then she continues to tell him about the boss, and Ben, and Gin, and the sea, and then something much more recent.

Everyone who didn't leave with Gin was just chilling out in the woods one day hunting some food and determining where they'd go next when a scout they'd sent off, a black lab named Kurobe, had returned with some pretty shitty news: all of the platoons sent up north had been killed, wiped out in one fell swoop. Speaking of being wiped out, Kurobe was also bleeding heavily from deep lacerations. She'd collapsed in a heap before Ben before her breathing had ceased. Kurobe had died soon after.

Livid over the gruesome sight, Moss told Ben that it was time to get serious about his fucky eyesight and get to either an optomitrist or a veterinarian in a nearby human village. Ben wanted to argue, but Moss pushed that there wasn't much time left before the final full moon. Something had to be done about the slain soldiers.

Besides, how was Ben to lead his platoon if he couldn't see? Cross had looked at Ben, part of her hoping he'd stay, part of her hoping he'd leave and return with his vision intact. Ben had decided to leave.

Moss and Cross had discussed what to do. They'd want a small base camp for Gin and the others to come back to, but someone would need to head north to sort out the whole mass murder thing. They decided that the dogs should be split between the two platoon commanders available, those being Great and the newly promoted Cross.

Cross had then elected to hang around the dock to regroup with Gin and welcome back Ben when he returned. Better yet, she'd take a day or two to lead Ben to a village herself. Moss had buckled at the suggestion, asking warily if she wouldn't prefer to stay with Ben at the doctor's.

Oblivious, Cross had said that'd be excessive. She could stand on her own four feet without her man, and the hubby would want someone watching over his troops. Then her face fell, her cheeks stinging with embarrassment. She'd noticed Moss looking at her distended belly.

"You should resign when you can," Moss had said sympathetically. "Take it easy til then, but resign when you can. For your family's sake."

And with that he had departed, had followed behind Great as the dane had directed half the dogs away. Cross had stood shaking from both frustration and anguish before Ben trotted up and reminded her that he had a hot date with an eye surgeon. She'd just gritted her teeth, licked his face, and led him through the woods.

The old dog had been listening very intently to Cross this whole time, and even now she could tell he was paying her mind despite his focus being outside the shed. The dog remarks that this has all accumulated in her coming to find some scruffy punk kid with tiger stripes, huh? Well, he doesn't believe in guarantees, but he can promise her that she'll be seeing that kid soon. Cross cocks an eyebrow high enough to count as a Dreamworks audition before realizing what he means.

Not 50 feet from the hut is Gin, his nose to the dirt. Cross notices him as he gets closer. She wants to call out to him, but the old dog cuts her off. He says that he understands why Gin's doing this - he'd done similar rash things when he was young - but he won't be going easy on him. If the kid wants a fight, then a fight is what he'll get.

Cross is concerned about a heavyweight champ punching the shit outta a teenager so she tells the dog to fuck off with that idea. But of course he doesn't. Instead he says that if the Akita wants to die for his cause, then he will.

As Cross struggles to free herself Gin pads lackidasically into view. He calls out to Benizakura and lets the old meathead know he's here for that second hit. Cross gives up trying to loosen her chain and tells Gin to make himself scarce before his head gets lumped in.

Gin's surprised to see her and asks what she's doing here, but she just continues to tell him to get away. By it's too late. The old dog, Benizakura, has climbed onto the roof of the shed, and now he's plummeting down towards Gin. He lands inches in front of Gin. Gin boldly tells Benizakura that he wants him to join the Ohu army. Benizakura's like dude, we've had plenty of exposition for the day. He already knows what Gin's here to do.

That said, The Beast isn't going to abandon his cushy life as a bullbaiter because someone asks him nicely. If Gin wants him as an ally, he'll have to convince him. Gin says he agrees to a fight, but on one condition: if Benizakura pummels him into an early grave, he has to promise to take Gin's place in the army.

Benizakura accepts this offer without hesitation. He shows the exact same amount of hesitation when he grabs Gin by the neck and throws him like a football. This surpises Gin so much that he can't do anything but take the L.

Cross tries to escape the shack by pawing at a wall covered in loose boards, but she can't quite seem to make them break. She looks out at the two brawlers in a panic. Benizakura continues his assault on Gin by headbutting, kicking, biting, and finally throwing him into the side of the hut.

Cross doubles back from the wall as Gin smashes through it, splintered wood flying in all directions. When the dust settles Cross can see that Gin might have met his match. He's bleeding from the face and ribcage, and his eyes are rolling around without focus.

Cross commands Gin as his superior to leave immediately. Dying like a showoff isn't going to help anybody. Gin stubbornly picks himself up, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, while Benizakura looks in through the new window he just installed.

"Get back out here!" the Tosa demands. "You think you're tough? You call yourself a man while you're in there cowering behind a pregnant woman?"

Gin never received a birds and the bees talk during his younger days so it never occured to him that Cross's rapidly growing ponch was the result of her and Ben's alone time instead of her taking seconds during meals. Cross pulls away from him as if ashamed. She says she didn't tell anyone because she was worried they'd think lesser of her for being with child. None of the other chicks in Ohu's ranks have let this happen.

Feeling awkward but sympathetic, Gin tells her that she managed to get here fulla babies so clearly she's not as weak as she's worried everyone would think she is. Before he can further reassure her, though, he remembers what he's here to do.

Gin climbs out of the wall his spine obliterated and tells Benizakura that he refuses to leave until The Beast joins him. As he nears Benizakura, Cross climbs out of the wallhole and chases after him before she's clotheslined by the chain. As Cross flops around in desperate rage, Benizakura takes a moment to look at Gin's bloodied forehead.

One of several massive scars he hadn't noticed before has split open on the kid's forehead. And yet Gin's still here, still standing before a muscleman who has broken dogs' legs like toothpicks. The kid snarls in determination as his forehead blood runs into his face.

Benizakura is distracted for only a moment before snapping out of his stupor and lunging at Gin again, but that pause was all Gin needed to plan his next attack. It should be familiar to Benizakura given he invented it. Making like he's Benizakura and Benny is a bull, Gin snags the Tosa by the flabby skin of his neck and uses his massive weight against him to fling him off his center of gravity.

The two leave the Earth behind for a nanosecond before Gin slams the dog, a monster 3 times his own size, face first into the Earth. Blood gushes from Benizakura's nose as he falls into a heap.

Cross has ceased using her words and is barking like a maniac, but nobody but the three of them is listening. Benizakura wriggles on the ground as Gin looks over his shoulder at Cross. His face says "hell yeah" but then his body goes "oh no" as Benizakura rights himself and slams as hard as he can into Gin's side. The Beast pins Gin to the ground with one massive paw on his neck and the other on his rib cage. Gin squirms violently and Benizakura stands over him panting and swaying. He seems to be... smiling?

Yes indeed, the bull of a dog is smiling ear to ear. And then he begins to laugh. His laugh grows into a bellyfull of guffaws and snorts, his eyes squeezed shut in hysterics. His laugh is as coarse as the rest of his voice, but there's no malice in it. He genuinely sounds like he's heard the funniest joke of his life.

Beizakura sits back on his haunches, still laughing, and allows Gin to get up. Gin doesn't understand if this is an insult or a mental break. Cross is so confused she quits yapping. Benizakura finally stops his chortling and wipes his eyes dry of tears.

The old dog proclaims that this was great. It's been a long time since he'd felt so alive. To think he'd almost forgotten what fighting other dogs was like! He thanks Gin for the fun and says that he'd intitially thought Gin was just some punkass kid who'd grown too big for his britches. But he understands that Gin's got real dedication.

And if he's the youngest in his army's ranks - woof! The other troops must be just as amazing. So sure, he'd be happy to live out his winter years fighting alongside the Ohu dogs. Why not?

Gin's jaw falls open in a dopey looking smile of its own. He's kinda amazed that this whole thing actually worked. While he catches his breath, Benizakura pads over to Cross.

"Benizakura, thank--" she begins, but he politely cuts her off.

"So formal, you people," he says. "Just call me Zak." And with that, he uses his powerful jaws to yank the chain from Cross's collar. The thin but sturdy metal loops snap in half.

The three are just about to head out when the door of the nearby house opens. Everyone stands surprised as the boy who was with Benizakura at the ring steps out with a large bowl of dog kibble. He seems confused and asks his dog Don what's going on. He watches as the Akita and Saluki run away, and then panickedly follows when the Tosa joins them.

"Don!" the child cries out. "Where are you going? Don't leave!"

Gin notices this mildly underwhelming goodbye become a melodramatic one as the boy trips and spills the food he was carrying. Benizakura pauses and looks back for one last time. His gaze meets the boy's, and the child begins to cry tears of confusion and hurt.

Gin's own eyes glaze over as the sight fills him with a sense of familiarity. The child's desperate face reminds him so much of Daisuke's. Is this how Diasuke felt when Gin left? Was it worse given Gin took off without saying goodbye? Gin doesn't know. All he knows is that it hurts to watch the dog give the boy a solemn smile before turning away forever.

Cross lopes up beside Gin and they wait as Zak catches up to them. The boy is still calling out and blubbers desperately. Gin's wet cheeks match Zak's. The old dog isn't so proud that he hides his pain, and he simply chokes out his desire to leave. The others nod and lead him away.

Gin lags a few feet behind as his thoughts jumble with memories of Daisuke. Gin had forgotten how much he missed his boy. He'd forgotten the last time he'd felt like a dog instead of a soldier.

The dogs slow their pace. This allows them some time to share their thoughts with each other. Zak is pretty broken up about leaving his boy. He's not so steadfast in his decision to fly the coop anymore.

Gin pauses thoughtfully before sharing his own experience with the Tosa. Gin had to leave his boy behind when he joined the army too, and it was one of the toughest decisions he'd ever had to make. Even though it hurt him in a way he's never been hurt before, he did it because...

Gin pauses as his eyes well up. The other dogs wait for him to finish his thought. Gin chokes on his words as he says them, but he still manages to spit them out.

"But I had to leave him because I knew it was the only way I could keep him safe. Because if we succeed, he'll never have to face that kind of danger again."

Everyone falls silent. Cross's eyes are wide as she takes in Gin's words, and Zak's face is stony before he nudges Gin's side encouragingly.

"Okay," is all the big guy manages to say. "I understand."

But the waterworks gradually subside and Gin's focus shifts back to the mission at hand. After running for a shorter time then you'd expect, the trio meet up with the Ohu dogs in the area.

Everyone is very impressed to see The Beast in The Flesh. He's impressed by them, too, and he quickly takes on the role of everyone's surrogate grandpa by telling them stories from the good ole days and calling them variations of "whippersnapper." The strongest dog in the world easily finds comraderie among his fellow punchy people. While he worms his way into everyone's hearts, Cross meets up with Musashi, Bill, and their comrades.

This vacay has come to an end, so everyone goes to cross the sea once more. Benizakura chauvinistically offers to help Cross carry her pregnant self across the waves, but she blows a raspberry at him and jumps in before she has to answer any questions about what he old dude said regarding pregnancy.

This will be the last bit of goofing before the journey back because oh my god there's a lot to do when they get to shore. Ben has to be retrieved, John is set to lead some of this gang to find more soldiers, Moss's crew up North needs to be checked on, and, most importantly, everything must be organized before the end of the month. That's when the war will truly begin, and everyone will have to contribute.

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AND SO THE SERIES CONTINUES. Just two more episodes after this one, get ready for ‘em. They should both be up before the end of the month. Also keep your eyes peeled for something else, visual stuff this time, that’ll be coming shortly too.

Episode 6: The Battle

#ginga #ginga nagareboshi gin #silver fang #hopeanuoli #yoshihiro takahashi #ginga words #rewrite #fanfic

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Written for a prompt that @teetlebros wrote forever ago that I finally thought of something for. Trigger warning for near drowning.

Most of the time, Donnie didn’t go salvaging on his own.

He had before, sure, for the first time back when he was twelve, couldn’t sleep, and absolutely needed to get his hands on some motors for his latest project that absolutely could not wait until morning. When he returned, hours and one extremely worried overprotective older brother later, even Raph’s rant about how he should have at least left a note did nothing to diminish the glee of a successful find.

So while Donatello could go salvaging on his own, in his opinion it was always better to have someone with him, someone to help carry the treasures he discovered and to rant at about how people threw away such good stuff.

Sometimes though, like on nights like tonight when he just needed a break from everyone and had taken off muttering under his breath, a clear sign to everyone to give him space, he was alone.

Completely alone.

Completely alone and wishing he wasn’t when he opened up a large storage container to find a pack of now extremely pissed off mutant silverfish.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me!” Donnie cried out as he swung his bo at the first silverfish that lunged at him, sending it flying into the air. The rest of the pack came at him, forcing him to constantly move and stay on the defensive.

As much as he hated asking for help, Donatello knew when he was in over his head.

“Neon Leon at your service.” Leo’s voice drawled out from the phone’s speakers.

“Silverfish, lots of silverfish!” Donnie screeched, internally cursing as he hit a silverfish too hard and caused it to split into two, adding to his problem.

“I’ll get the others, where are you?” Leo quickly asked, all joking and goofy smugness gone from his voice.

“I’m at the junkyard near the docks wi- HEY GET OFF!” Donatello shouted as a silverfish got lucky and dodged his bo, landing on his shoulder and taking a bite out his phone before chomping on the shoulder clamp for his battle shell.

“Stop it, that is some very sophisticated and inconvenient to fix tech you’re chewi- AAAAAAHHHHH!” Donnie’s lecture was cut short as the silverfish bit through some wires, activating the rotors and launching them both into the air. They flew erratically, the sporadic movements throwing the silverfish off, getting higher and higher, the navigation systems not responding to Donnie’s desperate commands. With a pop and a spark, the blades stopped moving.

For a moment, just a moment, he hung still in the air.

Then Donatello started falling.

Plummeting like a rock thrown from a roof, Donnie fell quickly, trying and failing to get the battleshell working again. He looked down, seeing nothing but fast approaching water beneath him, and realized he wasn’t going to get it to work in time, if at all.

Nearly at the water, Donnie took a deep breath in, and prepared for impact.

Slicing through the surface of the water like a knife through butter, Donatello shot downwards, getting deeper and deeper by the second. He internally sighed in relief that the impact didn’t kill him, and reached for the shoulder clamps on his battleshell.

It didn’t release.

Eyes going wide, he pulled at the malfunctioning clamp more, kicking his legs to try and slow his descent.

Neither worked.

Donnie reached the bottom as his frustration levels rose. He was naturally a good swimmer, so being in the water normally wasn’t a problem, but with his battleshell stuck to him, the normally protective device was now a hinderance instead of helpful, a deadweight.

Oh, the irony.

With an internalized huff, Donnie crossed his arms, sitting on the sand and garbage covered floor, and waited for his brothers who were thankfully already on their way. Luckily, since he was a softshell turtle, he could wait for hours.

Two minutes into his wait, Donnie’s posture stiffened with a realization. While his brothers were looking for him, yes, they would be looking around the junkyard on land, not underwater.

They didn’t know where to look.

-TMNT-

The first hour went by with Donnie struggling to keep his heartrate down, to keep calm and try not to use up the precious oxygen he had.

The second hour went by with Donnie staring upwards, eyes darting and praying to spot a familiar figure.

In the third hour, he was hoping for a fishing net from a boat or even a singular fishing line, just something he could grab onto and pull himself upwards.

Hour four had him pulling again at the shoulder clamps, internally screaming and wishing he could just see what that blasted silverfish had done so he could at least try to fix it.

In hour five, everything went dark.

-TMNT-

“-athe, come on Donnie, breathe!” A voice filtered through the darkness and Donnie felt a painful weight on his plastron and burning in his lungs. He coughed, sputtering up polluted water. His body heaved, and suddenly it felt like he was coughing up a lung along with all that water, his entire chest and throat feeling like it was on fire as his body desperately attempted to get rid of the unwanted liquid.

“Oh thank god.” Through the haze that was slowly fading, Donnie recognized that as Leo’s voice, looking up as he coughed and gasped for air to see his twin fall away from him, relief clear in his tone and on his face.

“Donnie!” Mikey yelled, tears spilling over as he wrapped his arms around Donatello in a vice-like grip, shoulders trembling.

“What…what happened?” Donnie wheezed, lungs still attempting to expel any remaining fluid.

“You’re gonna half to tell us that Donnie.” Raphael said, dropping down, shoulders sagging in relief. “We looked at the junkyard, found the silverfish but not you. If it weren’t for that tracking system you have in your tech…” He trailed off, expression twisting and eyes slamming shut before pulling both Donnie and the still-attached Michelangelo into a tight hug.

“Silverfish…silverfish messed up my tech, couldn’t get the shell off, dragged me down.” Donnie croaked as he remembered the events that led up to being trapped underwater. “How long…?”

“Almost five and a half hours before we finally found you and got you out of there…Donnie you weren’t breathing, if Leo didn’t know CPR…” Mikey trailed off, voice cracking and breaking into a sob as he pulled Donnie tighter.

“It’s alright Mikey, I’m fine.” Donatello consoled, feeling his breathing slowly return to a normal rate. He looked up, gratitude clear on his face as he looked towards Leonardo. The red-eared slider was leaning back on his hands that were propping him up, exhaustion radiating from him. Donnie jerked his head, gesturing for him to join in the group hug. Leo smiled, quickly accepting the invitation.

“I’m ok.”

#TMNT #Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles #Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles #RotTMNT #TMNT Leonardo #TMNT Leo #TMNT Raphael #TMNT Raph #TMNT Donatello #TMNT Donnie #TMNT Michelangelo #TMNT Mikey #Angst #tw: drowning #tw: near drowning #TMNT fanfiction #TMNT Fanfic #RotTMNT Leonardo #RotTMNT Leo #RotTMNT Raphael #RotTMNT Raph #RotTMNT Donatello #RotTMNT Donnie #RotTMNT Michelangelo #RotTMNT Mikey #My writing

[askvenomandthekids]

it takes a monster to raise some kids - chapter 2

Summary: Eddie Brock’s life is already a nightmare with his monstrous alter-ego. Now, throw some two runaway kids into the mix, and things get even crazier for him.

Genre: Family/Friendship/Angst

Warnings: Gore, Graphic Violence 

READ PART ONE HERE

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15697584/chapters/36507144

Most of the time, the symbiote couldn’t understand his human host.

The Other Half was too picky about many things. He was fussy about who they killed and what they ate. He would protest over which humans to kill, and would regurgitate whatever meal Venom consumed. 

This erratic and human behavior, often frustrated the symbiote. Venom never cared what went down their throats, as long as it was delicious carcass. On the other hand, this horrified the Other Half to no end. It made the symbiosis between them so much more difficult. Why must humans have so many taboos and rules and pesky morals?

Bodies are meat, meat is food, and food is sustenance.

However, it does not think itself as cruel, and tries to be reciprocal to the other’s needs. Apparently, the human is obliging to certain types of humans they would kill down as Venom. Secretly, Venom does not quite comprehend this bewildering moral system, who gets to live, who gets to die. At the end of the day, all humans are walking bags of flesh. But, when the symbiote kills these certain types of humans the human deems as unworthy to live, the Other Half complains much, much less. So, both parties reached a compromise.

Last night was one of those nights, where Venom stalked after their unsuspecting prey.

Those particular humans were all dressed in uniformed black, all heavy with the stench of That Place. Remembering That Place brought a white hot fury shared by Venom and the human. ‘Life Foundation,’ is what the Other Half would whisper in their mind, but Venom cares not for names. What was clear was that those humans from That Place, were free lambs for the slaughter.

Venom watched their ignorant prey from the shadows, as they bustled and moved about. Plenty of them swarmed around two black vehicles. While the Other Half pondered what precious cargo they could possibly be guarding, such thoughts had not crossed Venom’s mind. All Venom saw, while he waited hungrily from the shadows, was meat ripe for the taking. They waited together ever so patiently, until the humans from That Place boarded the vehicles and drove off.

And that was when the hunt began.

They launched off their haunches, and sprinted after the vehicles. Each time all four of their feet pounded into the ground, powerful muscles rippled through their body. Venom blindly followed the white sterile and chemical scent from That Place, and never lost sight of the vehicles. Like a prowling lion on the hunt, they darted through wood, dirt, and rocky ground, their sights firmly set on their prey.

They bid their time, until the cars reached a secluded destination in the heart of the wood. A gallows grin too wide for a human face, stretched violently on their lips.

Dining time.

In a dark blur, Venom pounced on one of the two vehicles. It brought its talons down into the metal, and shredded away at the material like it was wrapping paper. The car sharply swerved, and crashed into an oak tree. Sirens began to wail, and smoke clouded the metal wreckage. Two humans emerged from the front, coughing and swearing.

“Shit, what happened?”

“I dunno, I heard something on the roof...it sounded like screeching…?”

“You heard that too?”

The humans murmured to each other, a shared sense of subtle anxiety growing between them. Venom crept up to them, hanging upside down from the branches above. Delicious, succulent fear. Involuntarily, saliva dribbled from Venom’s mouth. They dripped onto the humans below.

One of them pulled out a flashlight, and shined it above to get a better view.

This was the last thing both of the poor bastards saw. A wide and gaping maw, filled with a countless number of serrated teeth, came upon them. They didn’t even have a chance to scream, and Venom chomped their heads off in one, clean bite. Warm blood bursts in their mouth. They grumbled, pleased. The heads were always the best part. They exploded so nicely on their tongue.

“F-fuck!”

Something sharp and metal hit Venom’s meaty shoulder. It hissed, turning its body at inhuman speed. Another human from That Place, cowered before Venom. When Venom made eye contact with this very frightened human, the ant scrambled to get away. He pointed his weapon, a gun, and fired it off like crazy. The bullets hit Venom’s chest, but the symbiotic suit kept the metal from piercing their skin.

Venom growled, displeased. It began advancing towards the human, dragging a long and bloodied tongue across its teeth.

“B-b-back up! We need back up! Come in, hostile force has intercepted the Esper Delivery, I repeat, a hostile force has intercepted - AAAAAAggHHH!”

They went straight for the throat - it was the most tender and sensitive part of the human body, after all. Venom’s hand was so huge, it easily wrapped around the human’s scrawny neck. The man struggled, thrashed, and kicked. What an annoying little bug.

“Please! Please!” Was all the man managed to sputter, before Venom snapped his neck. Bones crunch, and the man’s head bended at an unnatural angle. He stopped moving. Venom couldn’t even decide which part he wanted to consume, before his senses told him there were two other human beings from That Place, attempting to flee the scene. A wicked smile crossed their face.

Oh, Venom liked it when his prey tried to run.

They can never can outrun him.

They ate and ate, filling their stomachs with minced meat and pulverized bone. Perhaps they were being a touch gluttonous, but it was a well deserved meal. More scum wiped off the earth, and a hearty meal for Venom. A successful hunt indeed.

Just when they were polishing the last scraps of meat from their hands, Venom heard a quiet sniffle.

They stopped gorging, and paused.

After a few seconds passed, the sniffle returned, much sharper and louder this time. They cocked their head, and crouched. Where was this sound coming from? Now that Venom was alert, he picked up the soft sniffles coming from one of the trucks, sounds that would’ve been impossible for the human ear to pick up on. Intrigued, Venom prowled over to the truck and stared. They licked their lips greedily, and relished the thought of more humans stowed away in the car. It could always eat more.

Ravenous, Venom dug their talons into the metal and slashed it down.

They unhinged their jaws, until the bone dislocated, prepared to quickly devour the unfortunate passengers.

What stopped Venom was a piercing cry - one belonging to a child.

They froze and their mouth snapped shut.

Inside the truck was a little human girl. She had a round and chubby tear-streaked face. Her innocent brown eyes fearfully stared up at Venom. A hiccup escaped her, similar to the sniffle he heard from earlier. She squeaked in alarm when Venom’s pale eyes looked at her, and backed away deeper into the truck. She curled into a corner, and hid her face into her arms. Soft and pink fear radiated from the child’s small form. The animosity within Venom instantly disappeared.

An innocent. What could an innocent be doing with some humans from That Place? Venom craned their head into the truck.

“POOR, POOR LITTLE ONE. WE’RE NOT HERE TO HURT YOU.”

The child only trembled from Venom’s booming voice. They gingerly reached inside, and scooped up the little girl. She whimpered, and covered her eyes from Venom. Now that they were holding her in their claws, they felt the thrum of her tiny and beating heart within her chest. So fragile, so young. Venom cradled the child. She could be crushed so easily, if he wasn’t careful.

The Other Half’s consciousness surfaced momentarily, and panic seared into their mind.

‘You’re scaring her!'

Suddenly self-conscious, Venom held the child further away from their chest, at arm’s length. She trembled, her small hands balling up into tiny fists.

“T-there a-a-are two of you.” She whispered, wide eyed.

Venom smiled, pleased from the child’s observations.

“YES,” They confirmed.

“Are - are you g-gonna eat me?” She asked in an even smaller voice.

“OF COURSE NOT, LITTLE ONE. YOU HARDLY HAVE ANY MEAT ON YOUR PUNY BONES.”

‘Jesus fucking Christ, that was a horrible thing to say.’

The little one stopped shaking, and paused to study Venom.

“You shouldn’t curse,” She suddenly declared. “Shen said those were bad words.”

Venom tilted their head. The child can hear their conversation? Strange.

“STRANGE LITTLE ONE.”

The Little One glanced around, cautious.

“Are...are the bad men gone?” She asked, in a hushed voice.

Venom tucked the Little One into the crook of their arm. They tapped her little nose, and shook their head.

“I CHASED THE MONSTERS AWAY.”

A tentative smile reached the Little One’s face.

“No,” She giggled. Fear instantly disappeared from her scent. “You’re a monster. Mister Monster.”

Venom grinned back, in an attempt to mirror the child’s mood. Unknown to them, their smile was blood stained and showed too many teeth. At least the Little One calmed down now. It was a nice change, holding a life form that didn’t take one look at Venom and run away, screaming in fear. She tried to peek over their shoulder, but his muscle mass was too bulky.

“Mister Monster, can you get my brother?” The Little One pointed a chubby finger to the other truck. “He’s stuck in there!”

‘Don’t let her see the blood.’ The Other Half cutted in, panicked.

‘DO NOT FRET, WE ATE NEARLY ALL OF IT.’

With the Little One close to their chest, Venom pried the metal off the back of the other truck. Lying inside was another child, a boy older than The Little One. He was slumped over to the side, unconscious.

“Shen!” The little girl cried out, and wriggled out of Venom’s grasp. They set her down, and she clambered to reach her brother’s side.

Venom stared at both of the children, contemplating. Both were innocents from that Other Place. Lost and orphaned innocents. It is only natural, that they take them to their nest.

In that moment, Venom decided that the children was theirs to claim.

#venom 2018 #venom #eddie brock #marvel #venom fanfiction #it takes a monster to raise some kids

[youngbloodandhonor]

The fumes that slammed into Jerrith nearly put him on his heels when pried the door of the outhouse open, the filth from the inside had nearly glued the hinges in place.  The squire jerked his head to the side and squeezed his dark amber eyes shut to keep them from watering as he summoned up the willpower to not lose his breakfast.  Even then, his cheeks puffed out and his stomach heaved a wave of burning bile up the back of his throat.

Jerrith swallowed hard and forced out a loud breath once he was certain he wouldn't vomit then shot a watery glare over his shoulder in the direction of Sir Oscar's tent.  After three weeks straight of having to scrub shit off the walls, Jerrith was starting to suspect that the poor outhouse etiquette was more a matter of how the men on this side of the camp lived and not because they wanted to make his punishment more miserable. 

 The door started to close on its own and bumped into his shoulder with telling squish.  "Great."  Jerrith muttered flatly before kicking the door back open again, sending it slamming against the side of the outhouse.  He supposed he should be grateful he'd remembered to tie his long red hair back out of his face this time; he could already feel the cold moisture seeping through his off-white linen shirt. 

 "Oi! Lad! Don't ye be abusin' our privy door! We shit in there ye know!"  One of the soldiers heckled, his voice followed by the sound of rowdy laughter from more than a few others.

"You don't fucking shit in it, you shit on it." Jerrith grumbled with disgust under his breath and didn't bother to look back at whoever was doing the heckling.  Instead, he focused on his chore and got the bucket of soapy water set down in front of the door to prop it open.

One more week of this hell and maybe Sir Chaynal would lift his sentence.  Long hours of physical training, cleaning armor, mucking stalls, cleaning out houses, laundry, mess hall duty, and practically every other mundane chore that Sir Chaynal could think of and when he ran out of chores? Jerrith got to move stones from one side of the camp to the other where everyone could see.

He wasn't allowed out on patrol, or with any of the raiding parties.  No sparring unless it was against training dummies. No drinking.  No fun.  Just work. Jerrith was lucky that it was just work though.  If Sir Chaynal had pressed for the whole truth, the lad probably would have been skinned alive. The lad rolled up his sleeves and then plunged his hand into the soapy water to grab the scrub brush but then paused when he heard a familiar screech in the distance. 

 Abrahmis!

Straightening with the scrub brush in hand and soap sliding down his wet forearm, Jerrith blew back a stray strand of hair with a puff as squinted down at the other end of the camp where the Gryphon riders were coming in. Two riders flanked the huge, riderless Gryphon, each one holding a lead on his harness to force him along. The scrub brush missed the bucket and smacked off the rim to land in a pile of filth and Jerrith's boots kicked up sand as he broke into a full sprint.  Tents seemed to fly passed him, and more than one soldier poked their heads out with a, "Oi!" or, "Whoa laddie!"

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"I'm sorry, lad that's all we found of him."

The words echoed in his head over and over as if from far away as he stared at the flickering sword hilt.  The magic within the item sparked and fizzled as if broken, trying to come to life but simply couldn't.  This was it - this was all that was left of the closest thing to a father Jerrith had ever known. 

Sir Chaynal sat atop his dark steed, towering over the lad and would have even if he'd been on foot.  The Knight was over seven feet tall and in full plate and his visor down, he looked more like a metal giant than anything of flesh and blood.

He turned his head toward the dirty, eighteen year old squire.  Jerrith had been lost in Duskwood for weeks after the House he'd served - a House he had bled for, died for, and been tortured for - abandoned him without a second thought. Jerrith hadn't even been able to see Sir Chaynal's eyes through the silts on his helmet, but he could hear his voice echoing inside the plate. He remembered it because it surprised him how smooth and fluid it was - like a bard's voice - and not some booming, thunderous sound like the armor suggested it would be. "Can you stay in a saddle? If you can, then you can ride with the Sanguine Song."

"Lad? -Lad-"  The voice intruded on Jerrith's private thoughts, his shocked expression lifting to meet Sir Vallinor's sympathetic one. "No."  Jerrith heard himself say, hardly aware that his mouth was moving.  "You're lying. This can't be--" "It is." Sir Vallinor said gently but firmly and set a heavy hand on Jerrith's sagging shoulders.

Dark amber eyes turned up to glare at Sir Vallinor through the lose red strands of hair hanging in his face.  "No." Jerrith said again, unable to breathe it seemed and shook his head, "No...no...NO!"  As those words left him the strength left his knees and he was sinking - falling - to the ground. "NO!"  Jerrith screamed, both fists slamming against the sandy soil as holy fires erupted across the ground in a patch all around him.

Sir Vallinor went down with him, and set a hand on Jerrith's bowed shoulders. "He's  gone, lad.  He's gone ye--" "He's not gone."  Jerrith said shakily, too quiet to be heard. "What?" Sir Vallinor asked, leaning down. "HE'S NOT GONE!" Jerrith repeated, shouting now as he pushed up from the ground. "You left him there!"

“We didn't, lad!" Sir Vallinor argued and tried to take Jerrith by the shoulders to give him a shake but Jerrith wasn't having any of it.  He pushed the man away and lept to his feet, then darted around the Knight's desperate grab.  He ran ran to the picket line where Abrahmis was rearing and flapping his wings in protest of the handlers trying to calm the giant gryphon down.

Jerrith ducked under the tether and then swung himself up into the saddle, gripping tightly with his long legs so he didn't get thrown off.  To the cries of, "Heys!" and "Get down!", the lad ripped his belt knife free and slipped it under the first tether. It took a few seconds to saw through the thickly braided leather, first one side then the other. Abrahmis' wide and wildly flapping wings kept the others back just long enough for the leads to break and with a loud snap, and a jerk that almost dumped Jerrith out of the saddle, he was up in the air with a whole different problem.  Abrahmis didn't like Jerrith being on his back.

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"Sir?!  Should we go after him?" Toman, Sir Vallinor's short and stocky, blonde haired squire asked from the side

. "Aye, get yer gear." Sir Vallinor said with a heavy sigh, "I'm not fer lettin' the lad ride t'is death."

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Jerrith rode for hours, fighting with Abrahmis the entire way.  He'd seen the great gryphon rip the faces of Orcs with its foretalons.  On one occasion, he even witnessed the gruesome display of Abrahmis chomping down on an Orc's arm and then, with a sharp, twist and tug, tore it straight out of the socket like leg off a Pilgrim's Feast turkey.

The lad knew better than to try to ride either of Sir Chaynal's mounts; even cleaning out their stalls or providing basic care for the animals was a perilous task.  Jerrith had only been with the Sanguine Song two days before he discovered just how hard Danton, Sir Chaynal's war horse, could bite.  He still had the mark on his shoulder. It was a constant struggle now to keep an eye on where Abrahmis' head moved, ready to jerk his legs back to keep them out that dangerous beak and to give the gryphon a good smack. Yelling at the creature was useless this high up for the wind ripped his words straight out of his throat the moment they were spoken. 

Exhausted, Jerrith hadn't been prepared for the gryphon to sudden dive down towards the ground.   Jerrith screamed and his stomach leaped into his throat as he felt his rear lifting from the saddle. The only thing connecting him and Abrahmis for several terrifying seconds were his fingers clutching the top edge of the saddle horn in a white knuckle grip. Air blasted from his lungs when the saddle unexpectedly came back up to meet him as Abrahmis leveled out with a backtilt of his wings. Abrahmis screeched mockingly and Jerrith glared for that screech sounded eerily like Jerrith's scream just a few seconds ago.

Jerrith muttered some of the more colorful combinations of swear words he'd learned from the more veteran soldiers of the Sanguine Song.  His muscles shook and burned as he readjusted his seat, already feeling the sting of blisters on his backside from the constant shifting and sliding around. All his grumbling came to stop though when through the hazy blur of low hanging clouds he could see the intense black column of smoke rising from the sands of the Voldun desert. His faith not misplaced that Abrahmis - trained to drag his rider dead or alive back from the battlefield - would return to the spot where Sir Chaynal fell. Jerrith had to swallow the hard lump in his throat, not bothering to tear his eyes away from the flattened village as he moved his leg back away from Abrahmis' deadly beak again.

The gryphon tilted his wings and started to circle as they drew closer, stretching his neck out as he looked down, tilting his head this way  and that to get a better view of the bodies on the ground.  They were too far away for Jerrith to see anything clearly, but he looked down anyway at the tiny, blackened corpses while he planned how he was going to dismount and get away from the war gryphon before it could tear him apart.

Jerrith found his opportunity as Abrahmis circled down lower and threw himself from the saddle when they were still a good ten feet from the peak of the sand dune below.  All preconceptions that sand was soft flew out the window when the squire landed hard and then fell into an uncontrolled tumbled down the sand dune.

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Sir Vallinor scrubbed a gauntleted hand over his bushy brows as he stood after examining the small crater in the sand dune.  It really wasn't that deep, and by this point it was hard  to tell that anything had even landed here.

He would have missed it and assumed it was simply part of the landscape had not the gleam of Sir Chaynal's bladeless hilt caught his eye.  The old  Knight could only guess that it must have fallen off of Jerrith's belt.

Toman stood off to the side holding the reigns of both their gryphons and looked out over the razed village with a cruel smirk.  He'd been here with the raiding party only a few hours ago so nothing he saw surprised him.

Orcs, Trolls, Vulpera, and Goblins lay dead by the score, no matter their gender, age, or occupation.  It made little difference if they'd been a warrior or a civilian.  Young, old, or in their prime.  They all bled the same and died the same.

Every building had been burned to the foundation stones and now there was nothing left but that thick black smoke rising into the air as the fires died out on their own.

Though that smoke, Toman finally spotted Jerrith - unless he was mistaking a very red headed Orc for the other squire.

"Sir Vallinor."  Toman called out. "Huh?" The big bear of a Knight grunted, looking over at his squire.

"I think I see him." Toman explained. Sir Vallinor's bushy eyebrows raised, revealing small, beady green eyes as he looked across the swath of destruction and couldn't help but notice something else just beyond the figure desperately searching through bodies. Both men sucked in their breath in unison as just beyond the village, cresting the next rise,  figures began to appear in a line.  Riders -- heavily armed riders --probably from the next village and no doubt drawn by the smoke had come to investigate.

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Jerrith's wind burned cheeks tingled as he sat up, his exposed skin feeling strange after spending so much time flying through the air.  He grabbed his aching shoulder, having landed on it first when momentum, the angle of the hill, and gravity sent him tumbling.

Sand clung to his wind blown hair that had come free of his pony tail somewhere along the ride, he finally realized, but hardly cared.  With a grimace and a grunt the lad pulled himself to his feet and staggered forward a few steps to get his legs working properly again and then walked more normally, still clutching his shoulder as he passed through the clouds of smoke into the burned out village. The bodies were just numbers to him - not real people - and the fact that they were the most hated of enemies made it easier to see them as less than vermin.

Especially if they were Orcs. During his search for Sir Chaynal's body, the young man began to notice things about the placement of those smoking foundations and the overall design of the place - things Sir Chaynal had taught him to look for.  It looked like a village, but Jerrith knew better.  Sir Chaynal probably had too. It was a war outpost, and the small bodies were more likely Goblins or Vulpera than young orcs, and the larger ones, judging by the charred tusks, were Trolls. Not that it mattered.  They were Horde and deserved to die and it wouldn't have been the first civilian town or village where the Sanguine Song had sung their bloody battle hymns.

Jerrith pushed away the images that tried to resurface - images and experiences that surely justified it all in his heart - and focused again.  He had to find Sir Chaynal. He just had to.  There was no way, not in all the world, that something so pathetic as Orcs could have killed the man.

Obviously, Sir Vallinor just left Sir Chaynal behind.  That was the only scenario the young paladin could accept.

Jerrith was in the process of pushing one body off the top of another that he couldn't really see when a spear went flying just passed his head.   The head of the spear lodged itself firmly in the base of a smoldering pillar with its handle quivering from the force of the impact. The squire threw himself to the side and rolled into the nearest wall of ash and smoke he could reach - there wasn't anywhere else he could take cover until he went down to his belly behind the other bodies.

It was then that the Jerrith realized in his emotionally driven haste he hadn't stopped to pull on any of his armor or grab his weapons.  He was still only wearing a light linen shirt, trousers and a pair of work boots and his only weapon was that belt knife he'd used to cut Abrahmis' ties. One glance over his shoulder as he continued to run told him that he was sorely under geared and over matched with twenty to one odds.

It came as both a relief and shock when, in his flight, Jerrith saw the familiar forms of Sir Vallinor and Squire Toman charging in, shields at the ready and hammers drawn!

Another spear whizzed passed, this one clipping his bruised shoulder and sending him tumbling along.  Sir Vallinor threw charged by and threw his shield, the light-based replica image of the thing shooting out and then bouncing between several of the war riders. "Get 'im' to the griffs!" Sir Vallinor bellowed at Toman and expertly caught his shield at the same time.  Lifting a plated boot, the Knight stomped down as well, consecrating Light magic crackling across the ground all around him.

Sir Vallinor started slinging insults in Orcish as more than just the riders that had been hit by his shield came charging down the sandy dune.  As mighty as Sir Vallinor made himself seem in that moment, even he knew he couldn't take on twenty and their slobbering hyena mounts.

Toman grabbed Jerrith by his arm and hoisted him up, "Go, go! You dumbass!" And shoved him towards the Gryphons.

Time slowed down for the red headed squire.  He could hear the clangs of Sir Vallinor's shield and the whir of his hammer against the whimpering and snarling Hyenas and the cries of their riders.  Spears soared pass them and Toman, on many occasions, had to grab Jerrith and force him down while he lifted his own shield  to block one of the incoming missiles. This isn't happening,  Jerrith thought to himself repeatedly as the reality of it all warred with denial.

Sir Chaynal  is dead. None of the bodies Jerrith had found were Sir Chaynal's but he hadn't been able to search through all and now he wouldn't ever get the chance.

No. Any moment now he was going to wake up on his cot to Sir Chaynal pouring another bucket of ice water on his head.

Jerrith looked over at Toman just in time to see to a spear explode through the back of head, punching through his helmet.

Jerrith could hear someone screaming in protest that sounded strangely like himself.  Toman's weight carried the pair of them down only a few feet away from the Gryphons.

"Sir Vallinor!" Jerrith heard himself scream, recognizing it as his own voice now, and looked up in horror as the huge bear of a man - his form aflame with avenging light in the shape of angelic wings - disappeared beneath the press.

A dark form dived straight into the middle of it all. Abrahmis! Jerrith's breath caught in his throat as the powerful gryphon's taloned claws gripped the back of Sir Vallinor's chest plate and lifted him off the ground scattering the riders. With a might beat of his wings, Abrahmis pulled Sir Vallinor to safety.  The other two gryphons followed that que and soon, all three of the Sanguine Song's men were being carried away off the field of battle.

Jerrith hardly saw any of the landscape going by beneath him on the way back, nor did he feel any of his wounds.  He could feel the heat of Sir Vallinor's glare however, just on the other side of Toman's lifeless body.

Some of the other Sanguine Song soldiers were already waiting for them when the Gryphons touched down, lightly depositing their passangers before taking off into the air again.

Jerrith's legs felt like like pudding - he couldn't even rise as he watched Sir Vallinor scramble over to Toman to look him over. The big man's hands shook as he pulled the spear free, then gathered his squire up as he choked back sobs.

A lump rose in Jerriths' throat and he looked away-- the weight of grief and guilt was tearing him apart.  If only he hadn't slept with that girl, then maybe he wouldn't have been on privy duty and would have been by Sir Chaynal's side.  None of this would have happened if he had had better self control. The lad pushed himself up to his feet but he only made it a few steps before Sir Vallinor shouted at him. "Ye ain' fookin' goin' no where!"  Sir Vallinor gently laid Toman to rest and then stormed over to Jerrith.

Jerrith couldn't even process that the man was closing in on him, much less the explosion of white spots and black specs that suddenly filled his vision.

It was strange, figuring out that he was looking up at the sky and then realizing that he was laid out on the ground with a busted jaw and blood in his mouth.

Sir Vallinor's bushy browed face and bulbous nose hovered only inches from his for just a second before hands came in from the  sides to pull him off the squire.

"Now ye can leave!"  The Knight spat.  "Go home, boy 'fore ye get us all killed."

Jerrith couldn't think of a single word to say in protest - not that he could have said much of anything.  Even the thought of trying to move his jaw hurt.  Nodding, and unable to look any of the other soldiers in the eye, the lad turned and numbly walked to his tent to gather his things, before heading home...to Stormwind.

#short stories

[datela-vodenit]

Babysitting (Wildstar fic)

Since people liked the drawing, this is what I came up with in the hours I had free today. Grammar and spelling mistakes might happen, but hopefully you guys enjoy. :)

Taren peeked around the corner of an empty crate. It was a perfect night for a sneak around a dominion camp. The aurin hadn’t really partaken in stealth missions too often, but for the right price, he couldn’t pass up the offer. His bots were in a bush somewhere, waiting for his signal. From the looks of it, the camp mainly consisted of draken warriors. At least he’d have a better chance at getting away quickly, their armor doesn’t exactly look built for speed. Then he noticed their supply tent, a guard at the side of it. Taren ducked back behind the crate again and took out a laser tether along with a small remote. Taking a deep breath, he pressed a button on the remote. In the distance, he heard the explosion of a ton grenades, as well as the chirping of his bots.

Their distraction seemed to have worked, all of the draken had taken up arms and started to make their way towards the ruckus. Taren made a beeline for the supply tent, relieved to see that it was free of guards. He skidded to a halt in front of a mountain of crates. “Woah!” He exclaimed proudly. “I mean, I hit the jackpot, just a shame I can’t take all of ‘em.”

He triggered the tether and tied it around three heavy crates. Clunk! Taren jumped at the sound of a pile of spears falling behind him. Whipping out a pistol, he turned around to face whoever made the noise. To his surprise, it wasn’t who he was expecting. He gazed down at a tinier version of a draken. The child was a dark brown and auburn color with blonde hair and green eyes. They were decorated with necklaces, bones, and red rags. The kid hastily lifted a large spear and pointed it Taren. “Go away!” They cried, baring their rounded fangs.

Taren lowered the pistol and grunted, “I can’t deal with this now…”

He then pointed the pistol behind the tent and began to shoot holes to tear out and escape. It was then that the draken child screeched. Taren flinched and tried shushing at them, but it was already too late - the mother had already showed up. She was a much bulkier version of the child, venom eyes gleaming maliciously at Taren. “Oh, uhm, hello Missus! You’re child is misbehaving a bit…”

He didn’t have time to recover before the draken lunged at him and plunged them both out of the tear. She slashed towards Taren’s chest, but he managed to snatch the clawed hand before she made a mark. She did the same thing with the other hand, but he caught the other as well. Taren whistled shrilly, calling at his Bruiserbot. The robot answered immediately, letting the Artillery bot do his fiery business with the other draken. The bruiser bashed into the draken mother and stunned her. Taking the chance, Taren stood up and bolted for the crates. Luckily, it seemed like the child had run off and the tethered crates were still there. He took up the tether and whistled for his bots to follow him.

The trio met up at a grinder bike and attached the crates behind it. “Good work, guys.” The aurin praised his companions, who bleeped cheerfully.

Taren heard the screams of the draken behind him, who were close behind. Taking a hint, he started up the grinder and began his journey home. The group of draken behind him quickly grew smaller as he rode off into the horizon. He chuckled to himself and relaxed his arms. Now, he set his destination to the nearest exile camp.

-0-

Taren pulled into the entrance of the camp where a woman and a granok were waiting for him. “Sorry I couldn’t get anymore,” He apologized to the granok soldier.

Before he could continue speaking, the granok cut him off and reassured, “Don’t worry, kid! You did what you could, whatever’s in these crates should be enough for the camp.”

The woman approached him and tossed him a bag of coins. “Here’s your payment, cupcake. Thanks for the help.” She smiled, giving him a friendly wink.

“Well, thanks for the job! Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be-”

“Wait a sec…” The granok interrupted him once more.

Taren looked towards the soldier and gasped loudly. The granok was holding up the draken child from before, struggling to keep a grasp on the thrashing gremlin. “Ah… we didn’t order a draken with our supplies.”

“B-But, he wasn’t there before! I mean, he probably slipped into the crates while I wasn’t looking!” Taren cried out in confusion. “Sir, I wasn’t meaning to take him too!”

“Alright, alright, kid! You gotta get this kid back to where he belongs before his parents come lookin’ for ‘im!”

“What?! No, no, no, no, no! I just got back from a near death experience!”

“Well, death ain’t done wit yah yet!” The granok growled, holding out the draken to him - who started reaching for him angrily. “The draken know who you are and if they find yah, they might kill yah!” The woman agreed, “It might be the best option you have. Just give them back the kid, but don’t let them see you!”

Taren had lost the fight. His shoulders slumped forward, holding out his arms to take hold of the pissy child. The draken dropped into his arms and the kid started to bite at him. “AGH!” Taren yelped, fixing the kid upside down so his claws or teeth wouldn’t reach him… but his feet did.

“Die! Die!” The child shrieked as he kicked at Taren’s face.

The granok whispered to the woman, “Wonder if that was baby’s first words.”

Taren’s bots hummed humorously, amused by the comment. Taren scoffs and goes for the tether. He manages to wraps it around the draken and sets him atop the grinder, keeping a hand on the kid’s head so he doesn’t escape. Taren sighs and looks towards the exile pair for help, but only received shrugs. Closing his eyes, he tells himself, “Well… it’s the right thing to do…”

When all was decided, Taren sits down behind the draken and revs up the bike. His bots chirp at him curiously, but he holds up a hand, “Ah, actually guys, you should sit this one out. If I’m lucky, this shouldn’t take long… plus there’s no room, sorry.”

The two bots whined sadly, Taren feeling slightly guilty for having to leave his pals. “Don’t worry, everything’ll be fine and I’ll be back before you know it.” He then looked up to the exiles and said, “Can you watch ‘em for me?”

The woman nodded, “Sure thing, they’ll be here when you get back.”

“Tha- KBFF!” The child had headbutted Taren’s chin, stopping him from finishing his sentence.

Taren grumbled, “Alright, I’m off.”

-0-

This was a real drag for Taren. He had spent all morning, trying to stay awake while avoiding headbutts and shoves from the draken child. Luckily, the kid was getting tired and slowly drifting to sleep. Hearing the snores of the child almost made Taren fall asleep too. “Ugh… this won’t end well if I don’t get any sleep.” He mumbled under his breath.

He pulled the grinder over towards a cave he spotted and parked it outside. Taking up the child, he carried him into shelter and set him down. He shivered, he would need to get a fire going before getting rest. Gathering the necessary supplies, he began to make his fire, carefully watching the kid while he was doing so. Taren reminisced as early as he could to his childhood. He certainly wasn’t this annoying as a kid. Did he ever kick his dad in the face? No! Actually, he might’ve tried kicking his dad once or twice… but it wasn’t in the face!

He managed to get the kindling fired up, placing it under a bundle of sticks and letting it do its work. Taren sighed happily and slouched over. “Finally… I can get some sleep now…” He groaned, even though the glow of morning was starting to rise over the horizon.

Taren let himself flop to the floor, making one more final check on the draken. Then, he closed his eyes, letting all the stress wash away from him.

CHOMP! Taren woke up to pointy teeth digging into his scalp. “AUGH!”

The draken child had woken up before him and started chowing down on his head. His bites were weak, but strong enough to remain latched to the aurin’s head. Taren ripped the kid off and gave him a stern glare. The child spat out any hairs he took with him and hissed. “Oh, you think you’re tough stuff, huh?” Taren barked. “You’re lucky I’m a nice guy or else I probably would’ve ditched you when I-”

Taren stopped himself there. The draken seemed to be puzzled at Taren’s sudden change in mood. A few moments after, Taren came to and knitted his brows together, “No biting anymore, you got me?”

“Psh… okay…” The kid growled, pursing his lips.

Taren then sat the draken down, giving himself a moment to breath and glance outside. The sun was just touching the edge of the ground, meaning he had little to no sleep. Seeing this made Taren fall back to the ground, rubbing his eyes with annoyance - this draken brat was going to be the end of him. A faint roar caught his attention and he sat right back up. It was gone for a second, but came back again. He realized that it wasn’t exactly coming from a beast though. The sound was coming from the kid’s stomach. “I’m hungry!” The child yelled, pounding his feet on the ground.

Hearing this also made Taren’s stomach growl. He breathed through his nose and nodded his head, “Me too. Wait here.”

Taren left for the grinder and fished out one of his backpacks. He took it back into the cave and sat in front of the fussy draken. Taren stuck his hand into the bag for a moment, but then had a thought. He raised a brow towards the draken and lifted his hand out, setting it on his knee. “Now, if you want food, you have to tell me your name and say ‘please.’”

“No!”

“Tch, that was very rude. I don’t think I want to give you food now.”

“Raaah!”

“Name and some thanks, please!”

The draken thought it over and mumbled out, “Zaku…”

“And?”

“Food, please.”

Taren smiled brightly and took out some jerky. “Alright, here you-”

He noticed that the draken can’t really take the food with all the tether still around him. Hesitantly, Taren reach towards the tether and switched it off. Despite being surprised by the aurin’s actions, Zaku swiped at the jerky and started gnawing on it. “Can I get a ‘thank you?”’ Taren complained.

“Mpbhbbh.”

“I guess I’ll take that.” Taren sat back, watching the child scarf down his food. “So, Zaku, huh? Cool name! My name’s Taren!”

This is how Davvik got on his good side, right? Give the kid food and they’ll like you? Although, Taren will have to find a way to teach this kid not to chew with his mouth open. Zaku finished off the last stick of his jerky and smudged the crumbs off his face. He crawled towards Taren and held out a clawed hand, “More!”

“Hey! You can’t have more food talking to me like that! I need to eat too as well!”

“MORE!”

“NO!” Taren tried pushing away at Zaku, but the child persisted.

Taren swatted away at the child, making him land on the ground with a loud thud. Zaku slowly sat up, sniffing with a sad frown on his face. Taren’s sneer turned into a look of regret. The draken started whimpering and tearing up. “Oh shoot…” Taren muttered.

He looked down at his bag and saw a single stick of jerky left. Taren approached the kid and kneeled with stick in hand. “Okay, I’m going to give it to you,” he said, keeping it away from Zaku’s grabby palms. “But you should talk to people like that, ever! It’s rude and hurts people. Now, will you behave?”

Zaku lowered his hands and looked down. He finally squeaked out, “Not hungry.”

His clawed hands pressed onto Taren’s hands and pushed them towards the aurin’s chest. Taren wasn’t really expecting that, maybe the kid wasn’t so bad after all. He smiled at the kid and bowed his head, “Thank you, Zaku. That was really good.”

Zaku crossed his arms and legs, turning himself away from Taren. With that, Taren ate the last stick and closed the bag. Taren then stood up and stamped out the fire, turning to Zaku and explaining, “Hey, we’re gonna need to leave soon. When we get to your mommy, I need to you to say anything of what’s happened between you and me. Do you understand?”

The draken tilted his head to the side. “Don’t tell your mommy about me, okay?” Taren repeated slowly.

“Why?”

“W-Why? She might… hurt me.”

“Nu-uh, Mommy nice.” Zaku firmly stated.

Taren snickered nervously, “Ahhhhh, I don’t know about that.”

“Mommy. Nice.”

Taren rolled his eyes, “Whatever you say, kid. Come on, let’s get going.”

Zaku got up in a flash and ran outside, Taren closely behind. So far so good, Taren thought fondly, helping Zaku onto the bike. They resumed their journey, nearing the camp.

-0-

“I gotta pee!”

The grinder screeched as Taren slammed on the brakes. Zaku leapt out of the seat and towards a stray bush. Taren wiped his forehead, knowing that could’ve been a disaster had the child not said anything. While the child was doing his business, Taren was taking the time to think about how hard it must’ve been for Davvik to take care of him - on a spaceship no less. Having to teach him from the ground up. For all the flack that he gives Dav, he really does appreciate what the mordesh has done for him, despite never really being vocal about it. Perhaps he was a bad child. Taren slumped down in his seat, starting to doze off from lack of sleep.

His eyes started to blink to a close until his vision was completely dark.

“AAAAAHHH!”

Zaku’s screech woke him up. Two pumera were haunched, creeping their way towards a fallen draken child. Taren immediately took action and whipped out his big gun. “HEY!” He shouted after the pumera. “Over here, pussy cats!”

The pumera lunged towards him, Taren back up while aiming his gun towards them. Taren was about to pull the trigger when he backed up into a bolder behind him, breaking his focus. To his surprise, the pumera had stopped chasing him and quickly dashed in the opposite direction. Taren’s face fell as he figured out what was going on, “I have a feeling this is going to be… very bad…”

The boulder behind him began to rise from the ground, dirt and rocks crumbling away from the shell of a huge boulderback. Taren stood in shock, clutching his gun. The monstrosity looked a little too big for his liking though. There was only one thing he could do. “Zaku, get to the bike!” He shouted at the child.

The boulderback roared, signaling Zaku to rush towards the grinder. Taren swiftly joined him there, nearly get crushed by the beast’s pillar-like legs. He started revved up the grinder and sped away, the boulderback shrinking from their sight. Zaku giggled at their escape, looking up at Taren to see if he was laughing too - he wasn’t. “Uhm… you good, Zaku?” He asked quietly.

Zaku nodded vigorously and smiled. That was enough to put Taren at ease and he returned to a calmer state. “Alright, let’s finish this journey.”

-0-

They had reached the outskirts of the camp in the evening, the sun preparing to set. Taren got off the bike, lowering Zaku’s tiny legs onto the ground. The draken was already making his way towards the camp hastily, until Taren ran in front of him. “Woah woah woah!” Taren abruptly yelped. “Remember to keep your promise.”

“Huh?” Zaku crooned, tilting his head again.

Taren sighed and knelt in front of the child, “Don’t tell your mother about me, ever! Don’t say my name, don’t tell her I rescued you, just say you got lost or something.”

Zaku twiddled his thumbs together, finally getting what Taren means. “Come back?” He asked shyly, a twinkle of hope in his eyes.

“Me? Ah, I can’t.”

Zaku’s lip quivered softly, “Why?”

“Uh… Cause I don’t think your mommy would like that.” Taren bluntly stated, his voice cracking slightly.

The draken shook his head and wrapped his arms around Taren’s shoulders. “Stay, my friend!” Zaku begged.

This touched the aurin’s heart as he hugged Zaku back, “I know, but I can’t! I just can’t do that.”

His arms clenched tighter around Taren’s neck, not wanting to let go. Taren breathed deeply, rubbing the child’s back. A thought came to mind and he pulled the draken away, “Maybe someday we’ll see each other again. Maybe when you’re older.”

“Then you stay?”

“Uhm… we’ll see.”

Zaku looked down towards the camp, where his kind were bustling about. He saw his mother and started towards her. But he stopped and turned to Taren. Zaku went for Taren’s hand, “Come!”

Taren winced in anxiety. He wanted to grant Zaku at least one last walk before he had to go. Maybe he could make it to a rock before he would let Zaku go free. “Alright, Zaku, I’ll walk with you, but then I have to go. Okay?” He told the youngling.

Zaku nodded and smiled. They made their way silently towards the camp, Taren taking each step cautiously. There was something about hold the hand of the enemy’s child that felt so… awkward. Of course, the draken were an enemy of the exiles, but Taren couldn’t help but feel if everyone acted like Zaku the factions would get along better - minus the clawing and kicking. Maybe he just had to give a few of them some jerky and they’d calm down. They had made it to a decently sized boulder and Taren crouched down behind it. He held Zaku’s tiny palm in his hands and gleamed, “It was nice to meet you, Zaku. I hope we can see each other again.”

“Yeah!” Zaku cheered, giving one last hug to the aurin.

“See you later, bud.”

And with that, Zaku rushed towards his mother. Taren watched as the older draken’s expression lit up at the sight of her young. She ran towards Zaku and lifted him off the ground, spinning him in her arms and squeezing him tightly. Taren smiled at the sight and leaned his head into his hand; he was glad to have done some good.

“HEY!”

Taren nearly jumped out of his skin hearing one of the draken warriors roaring behind him. The draken had snatched his collar and held him up in the air. “I found him!” The soldier growled, throwing him towards Zaku’s mother.

Taren thumped onto the ground, glancing up at a furious looking draken lady. “Taren!” Zaku shouted, swiftly covering his mouth.

His mother raised a brow curiously. “You steal my kid, furball?” She questioned menacingly.

Taren slowly lifted himself onto his knees and shook his head, quietly admitting, “I didn’t take him, I just returned hi-”

“Her.”

Taren did a double take, “Pardon?”

“My daughter, you didn’t steal her?”

It took Taren a moment to answer, but he did so with a lilt of confusion, “I found hi- her in one of your supply boxes. I just thought… it was the right thing to bring her back to you.”

The draken’s eyes squinted. She didn’t really look like she was buying into it and the rest of her posse didn’t really seem to be convinced either. She looked to her child and questioned, “Did he steal you, Zakura?”

Zaku looked to Taren then back at her mother and shook her head, “No. I follow.”

The mother made a noise of disappointment, “You should not go following after bad people on your own.”

“Taren’s not bad!” Zaku yelled. “Taren’s my friend!”

The mother looked back at Taren, who was sweating nervously, wondering how he was going to walk away from this. The draken lady sighed and softened her expression slightly, “If my daughter is telling the truth, you are truly lucky, fuzzball.”

Taren looked up at her hopefully. “Get out of my sight before I change my mind.” She sneered, not even giving Taren a side glance.

He stood up in disbelief, Zaku smiling down at him. Taren bowed his head and simply said, “Thank you, ma’am.”

“What did I say?”

Taren stumbled away, looking back and waving at Zaku. She waved back at him gleefully, standing on her mother’s shoulders. He could hear her faint goodbye as he made his way back to his bike. Smiling to himself he sat down on the bike, taking out his communicator and tapping a series of buttons. It rang until he could hear the voice of Davvik, “Hello?”

“Hey, Dad.”

“What’s going on, Taren?”

“Ah… just wanted to talk for a bit… to say thanks ‘n all… for everything.”

#wildstar #wildstar rp #fanfic #aurin #draken #taren gardenia #zaku (zakura) #alright I'm going to sleep forever now

[365runesofthesystem]

So Basically I Suck: NM Edition.

So I don’t know why I suck at updating this stupid thing. But I do. And I apologize. 

But here we are once again, with me posting like four parts of the fic because I am an idiot and don’t know any better. 

Bear with me! It is on AO3 too. 

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV / Relationships: Noctis/Prompto / 

Tags: Prompto Gets Hurt, Blood, No Guts, Noct tries, Ignis and Gladio can’t leave them alone, Rude Awakenings, Preamble for Angst, Yay.

Chapter Twenty-Two: In Danger, There’s Risk.

Noct had been leading, Prompto right behind him, when his friend had tackled him to the floor, Noct scraping his hands as Prompto shot, the telltale blood and stench of daemon the only sign of what happened.

Prompto was breathing hard, his face wincing slightly as he stared at the corpse for a moment before moving to meet Noct’s gaze.

“That thing had too many teeth man.”

Noct looked at the thing, seeing more teeth than real muscle and shuddered.

“Great. Looks like we found our target.”

Prompto groaned, kicking at the corpse before looking around, checking their surroundings.

“How many were there?”

“Five.”

“Dude.”

There were actually eight, the other seven not so thrilled that their scout had been shot right off the bat.

They had fought in battle royale style, feeling just as comfortable tearing at one another as they did Noct and Prompto. The boys had used that to their advantage, Prompto agitating them enough to attack each other and Noct taking them out all at once.

The last one had jumped, surprisingly dodging Noct’s attack and opening sharp scissor teeth to bite.

Noct saw a flash of silver, the gun moving past his eyes as Prompto dove to get in between Noct and the monster.

He had overshot, the daemon moving past his gun as it fired off a clumsy shot, instead going for the arm that was left extended.

The daemon snapped down in a hideous crack.

Prompto screamed, swinging wildly to throw the it off. It sunk its teeth in deeper, Noct hearing the sounds of digging into human flesh and instantly jumped forward, grabbing Prompto’s arm and stabbing the monster with a dagger.

It opened its mouth and Noct yanked, pulling it off the rest of the way, decidedly ignoring the tear of flesh as he did so. Prompto screeched, pulling away from Noct and dropping to the ground to cradle his injury.

Noct spun, taking stock that all the monsters were dead before dropping down to Prompto’s side, the setting sun making the blood shine.

There was so much.

Too much.

Noct swallowed and grabbed Prompto’s shoulder, trying to pull his friend towards him, one hand digging in his pocket for a potion.

“Prompto? Prompto. Let me see it.”

He whimpered, jerkily shaking his head as he curled further into himself. Noct could see the blood trailing down, the red liquid soaking through his friend’s clothes.

“Prompto, you have to let me see it. We need to give you a potion. Prompto?”

Prompto was heaving, his breath coming out in short gasps now, his body starting to shake. Noct took a breath and then pried the arm from Prompto’s body, earning himself a yelp as Prompto tried to recoil.

His arm was torn apart, the skin completely ripped to shreds and the blood basically pouring out. Deeper holes showed where the bite was, jagged and unorderly.

Noct almost puked but instead held onto his arm, Prompto trying to tug it away.

“Prom, you have to stop. Let me heal it. Don’t worry. Only a second.”

His hand found the potion, bringing it out and instantly breaking it over the wound.

It was slow and from the way Prompto was still tugging, probably not all that painless. The first thing to leave were the bite marks, the gashes slowly mending themselves as the blood slowed to a small seep.

They needed wto more potions for the arm to start looking like an arm again, the blood starting to cake onto both their clothes.

Prompto had tapped out half way through the process, Noct barely managing to catch him as he fell backwards.

Noct hadn’t paid attention, tending to the arm but now that it was over, he looked Prompto over. He was hot, his body on fire as he continued to gasp for breath. His face was pale, a pale that Noct knew wasn’t natural and his cheeks were flushed, his freckles standing out. Noct felt his forehead, felt the heat practically radiating off his skin. He pulled back, laying Prompto on the ground as he pulled out his phone, calling Ignis.

He answered on the second ring.

“Ah, Noct. Did you finish the-”

“Prompto got hurt.”

He felt the instant shift in Ignis, heard the rustling that probably meant he was moving.

“Are you out of potions?”

“I used them on him, Specs. It healed the bite bu-”

Prompto shifted, groaning and slowly sitting up, cradling his head. Noct stopped talking, watching. Prompto blinked and looked around, his eyes bright with fever. He sat there for a second, his body swaying before he moved, shifting onto his knees to stand, his body shaking. Noct lowered his phone, moving towards his friend.

“Prom, dude. Don’t get up yet.”

“Noct?”

Prompto turned, looked at Noct and then waved him off, slowly standing up. Noct did too, the phone forgotten. He grabbed Prompto just as he started to fall again, feeling the heat as Prompto clung to him.

It was getting worse, his breathing short and choppy.

Prompto groaned.

“Noct, I feel sick. Why do I feel sick?”

Noct raised his phone again.

“Specs, he has a fever.”

“We are coming now; you two aren’t to far off from the haven anyways.”

Prompto looked up, his eyes barely opened.

“I’m gonna puke.”

Noct was instantly pushed away, Prompto leaning away from him to empty his stomach, groaning after he was done.

“I hate drinking too much.”

He fainted again, Noct jumping to catch him again.

-

Gladio and Ignis had reached them, and after initially freaking out about the blood, managed to get Prompto an antidote and they made their way back to the haven, Gladio carrying Prompto the whole way back.

Noct had been scolded, Ignis taking out all the stops and Gladio just silently watching over Prompto as he did it. Noct listened, for once, if only because Ignis’ stupid words kept going to the obviously worst case scenario had they even been the littlest bit less prepared.

Afterwards, Ignis had let Noct go, Gladio switching out with him and giving him a small hit on his head, saying nothing.

He sat down next to Prompto, looking his friend over.

He still had a slight fever, more just from the pain and the recovery - Ignis had explained everything to him in his rant, making sure Noct understood how lucky they both were - and Noct looked at his arm, Gladio having put it above the covers, the blotchy spots on his skin making the bite mark just visible.

Noct could hear Ignis and Gladio talking outside, their voice just soft enough that he couldn’t make out words. Prompto was breathing steadily, his chest rising and falling gently, his mouth barely opened.

Noct felt himself slowly break, his body climbing down from the adrenaline and tense nervousness from the accident.

His breath hitched, his eyes stung and to hell if he broke his fingers from balling his hands into fists.

He was an adult, for crying out loud.

He took a shuddering breath, calming down. He leaned forward, feeling Prompto’s head before letting his hand just rest there. He closed his eyes.

“Prom, you idiot. Specs got angry at me, you know.”

“And here I thought you were going to be romantic.”

Noct looked up, seeing Prompto smiling at him, tired eyes taking him in.

Noct chuckled, smacking his cheek.

“No romance for you. I wasn’t even the idiot and yet, I had to sit through the lecture.”

Prompto laughed and slowly sat up, Noct helping. He winced and rubbed his head with his bad hand, giving Noct a whine.

“Why does my head hurt if I got my arm chewed off?”

“Gladio probably knocked you into something while he was carrying you.”

Prompto snorted.

“Figures.”

They stopped, Prompto taking in Noct for a second.

“Noct, dude. I am fine. I knew what I was doing.”

“Great. Don’t do it again.”

“Noct.”

“No. Ignis was right; we were lucky. That thing could have torn your arm off. Or worse, chomped down on something else.”

“Noct.”

“Prompto, you almost bled out! Almost died, if I had taken too long to grab a potion or wrestle your arm away or-”

“Noct.”

Noct looked at him, taking in Prompto’s frown. 

“What?”

“It’s fine.”

It wasn’t, not really.

Noct couldn’t help but feel that way.

#noctis month #final fantasy xv #final fantasy 15 #ffxv #noctis lucis caelum #prompto argentum #fanfics #long posts #always #noct tries #injury #blood #prompto gets hurt #rude awakenings #preamble to angst