First:
My replies to commenters:@Yuki88: Like you, I'd like to have MOAR MARIHARU as well. Less FoF though.
Ah, Haruna's lover...I'm keeping his/her identity a secret for now. Not because it's a surprise or anything, but I have no idea what I'm doing right now.
So I'm sort of avoiding Haruna's lover for now.
Mariko's more like a werewolf here. I'm glad you find it freakingly interesting. I hope I can make the future chapters freakingly interesting for you though.
Oh, and yes, to the VEEERY long wait.
I'll try not to though.
Anyway, thanks for reading and commenting!
@KojiYuu44: Again with the long wait.
People seems to know me now, huh.
Much like what I said to Yuki88, I'll try not to make you guys wait. Though, I doubt it really.
Honestly, this fic could go anywhere with how I am.
I guess here's hoping I can make this interesting and a bit different.
Thanks for reading and commenting!
@arrow27: Thanks for thinking it was awesome. Means a lot.
In this story, those two, along with Miichan are best friends. I just miss me some No3b love.
And I do hope that this will be a great MariHaru with an NC17 rating. If not, at least I tried, right?
Thanks for reading and commenting!
@Nyx: Here's hoping I'd be able to pull it out like you expect then.
Honestly, I'm not really confident where this whole thing is going, given that I have no idea where this is going.
I don't think that even made sense.
Anyway, thanks for reading and commenting!
@flameeyes: Aww. Don't thank me. Listening isn't really that hard to do. Sorry I can't give out proper advice since...I'm not really good at that topic.
All I can do for you is to listen.
Don't worry, I'm pretty sure you can get through it.
Many kinds of fishes, you know.
Thanks for reading and commenting!
@yanouchi: I thanked you for the poster, right?
Thanks again!
Don't be surprised that I did another MariHaru. I honestly would've like to do a whole lot more fics. If I could, I would...but...life, life and life gets in the way.
I think everyone knows how it is.
Thanks for reading and commenting!
@lovemariharu: Yippeee! I updated!
Awww, thanks for waiting for my updates then.
Sorry about the delay though. Blame life, it's easier to blame that.
I'm glad I could somehow cheer you up then, just by updating.
And lol, don't blame the SNH babies. By what you showed me, I can't blame you for focusing on them, you know.
Thanks for reading and commenting!
@RJay: I'm glad you liked the idea of having another Mariharu fanfic.
I'd be ecstatic as well, but it's me writing so...
Yeah, it's a werewolf story.
And like you, I do find vampires story intriguing as well, but I thought about giving them werewolves to shine on their own story.
Plus, I love them furry ones.
Lmao at the dog whatever.
But yeah, Mariko's a werewolf...or at least I think so.
I'll try my best to make this story interesting then.
The no pressure just added pressure. Kidding.
Thanks for reading and commenting!
@masokun: You know, I actually had to search what shape shifter is. I have no idea what that is.
When I read it, I thought it was a pretty cool idea. Sadly, I thought of Mariko as a werewolf than a shape shifter.
Though, maybe I could play with that in the future chapter.
Yeah, I actually miss the No3b bond, so I guess there will more No3b love here. I'm glad you liked the prologue.
Here's hoping I'll make it interesting then.
Thanks for reading and commenting!
@dee1711: Ahh, dee1711-san. The only person who can make me hungry just by saying a delicious, heated, capitalized lettered threat to me.
Seriously, when I read your comment, I got hungry and invited a friend of mine out to eat Japanese food that day.
Had me some Katsudon.
Then after a few days, some Curry.
Thank you for liking this fic then.
And yeah, despite Mariko-sama being a troll, at some point, the werewolf thing somehow fits her image. I don't know why I think that too, really.
Your P/S actually make it sound like heaven to me.
Thanks for reading and commenting!
To the silent readers and thank you pressers, I thank you as well. 
With that done, I apologize for the delay and for this crappy chapter.
This chapter feels...flat to me. Haruna's character feels flat here. I dunno, maybe I'm over thinking about this or something. But yeah, flatness everywhere.
I guess the transition from BC to Bitten is just...overwhelming for me.
That and I wasn't feeling like myself a couple of days back while I was writing...which is really odd.
I guess it's one of those days. I dunno. I'm ranting nonsense I know. Don't mind me here.
Anyway, yeah, try to enjoy the flatness of this chapter.
I'll try to edit this when I get back my mood in a hundred percent. Right now, it's like 50-65 or something.
Thanks again, and try to ENJOY!
NOTE: italicized words << as such, can be flashbacks or a phone conversation. I've placed some -- before the scene of some flashbacks. The others? You have to read to understand.
Hopefully, it won't be confusing. Tell me if it is. Thanks!
_______________________________________________________Chapter 1: The girl who didn’t cry wolf.
“And you say this was caused by a wild…Husky?” The doctor asked as he cocked his head to the side, blinking a few times in confusion while he binds my wounded arm. I’m currently in a small clinic downtown being treated since I did promise Takamina last night to go to a hospital first thing in the morning. Sad part is, this town doesn’t have a hospital. So I went with the second best, a small clinic. Truthfully, I didn’t want to go since, despite the enormous, ugly wound that the wild Husky left me, the wound doesn’t…hurt. I still have no idea why that is.
Why wasn’t I hurting?
“Well, yeah. It just suddenly attacked me yesterday.” I informed him with a nod. I watch him as he carefully tied the two ends of the gauze together in a bow tie. Once done, he leaned back and pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose.
“Well, that should do it.” He says as he gave me a gentle smile making me blush a little bit. I have to say, this doctor in front of me, with his gentle features, semi long brown hair tied in a small ponytail, hazel brown eyes is an epitome of a good looking man. He doesn’t look Japanese now that I blatantly stare at him. He’s probably half Japanese and half…something that would make him that good looking. Maybe I should tell him about the small wounds that the Husky left on my shoulder as well. If I did, he will probably ask me to remove my top for him to see and—
“Are you alright, Miss?” He suddenly asked with a slight frown. “You seemed a bit…flushed.”
“You’re fine!” I suddenly blurted out, jumping slightly from my seat. Mortified, I quickly covered my mouth, my eyes wide at what I had cried out. He looked mildly surprised, his eyes widened underneath his glasses. After blinking a few times, he nodded his head.
“Right. Good to know.” He said as he gave me an awkward smile. Slowly, I lowered my hand, offering him an apologetic yet embarrassed smile. The embarrassment I felt quickly doubled when he didn’t acknowledge my smile as he just wordlessly stood up from his chair and walked towards his table. He grabbed his clipboard and began jotting down something on it. Probably writing down how weird I am to him. Well I can just blame it on the anesthetics he injected on me just in case he asks though.
“A wild Husky.” He mumbled as a frown graced his handsome features, tapping the pen against his lips in thought. “I’ve never heard of a wild Husky attacking before. Are you sure it wasn’t a wolf that attacked you…uh…Kojima-san?” He asks as he looks at me after reading my name through his clipboard that I filled up earlier.
I tilted my head to the side, blinking a few times as I looked at him confusedly. “A…Wolf?
“Yes, a Wolf. You are currently living in the cabin near the mountains, right?”
“How did you…?” I didn’t write any address on the form that they made me fill up earlier. So how did this doctor know where I was staying? Is he…stalking me? That’s…actually not bad if he is indeed stalking me. I am a free woman now anyway. Stalkers as good looking as him can stalk away any day, anytime of the week.
He let out a chuckle and I suddenly felt worried for a moment that he can read my mind. That thought flew away as he shook his head and smiled at me. “The population of this small town is only about 500 people. We hardly have tourist come here so it wouldn’t be surprising if you are the talk of the town right now.”
“So…people are…stalking me.” I stated giving him a strange look. If he’s stalking me, it’s okay, but the other 499 people? That’s…that’s just weird, even for someone like me.
He let out another chuckle. “I wouldn’t call it stalking. It’s more like…observing.”
“Is there a difference?”
“Well, stalkers would follow you everywhere and are often dressed up in black trench coats, hiding through the bushes just to spy on you.” He pointed out as he leaned at his table, amusement on his features. “I don’t think any of the townspeople would resort to that.”
Hearing that actually doesn’t make me feel at ease. He seems to notice as he shook his head, keeping his smile on me. “You don’t have to worry about the townspeople. They really are nice people. Though, some of them tend to be wary of newcomers especially city folks such as yourself.”
“And that’s supposed to be comforting me?”
“The first one, yes. The last one? A small warning, just in case.” He pushed himself off of the table and gave me a wink that definitely wiped out the weird look I was giving him. Okay, so I can honestly tell that in just a few hours of meeting him, I already have a tiniest crush on him. How can I not when he’s good looking and nice and…good looking. Honestly, these are the times wherein I’m thankful for being single again. Now that I think about it, this is the only time wherein I’m thankful that I am single.
After just spending a day, am I cured or what?
“So? Can you remember what this…Husky looks like?” He asks as he stood in front of me, his head tilted to the side as he looks at me curiously.
“Husky-san?” I blinked a couple of times.
“You call him, Husky-san?”
“It’s actually a ‘her,’ but yeah, I call her Husky-san.” I nodded as I beamed him a smile which earned me a chuckle from him. Yay, me. I like him laughing.
“Right, Husky-san. Could you describe her to me, then?” He says as he placed both his hands inside his white lab coat pockets. Blinking a few times, I cocked my head to the side as I remember the wounded Husky that I spent the whole night treating, miraculously patching up her wounds just so she wouldn’t die. With the help of my trusted, angry nurse that is.
“Well, she is sort of like a Husky, with grayish white, black, a touch of brown in her thick fur.” I replied with a slight frown, recalling the color of her fur after I cleaned most of her blood from her body.
“And her eyes?”
Her eyes…
“Amber that glows in the dark.” I tell him instantly, softly as if I was in a trance while I remember her eyes angrily looking down on me, viciously growling as she pins me beneath her. My hand slowly and unconsciously made its way to my bandaged forearm, gripping it tightly as the memory of being bitten suddenly enters my mind.
“Now that I think about it, what you described does sound like a normal Husky. But then again, it’s hard to determine whether or not it was a Husky or a wolf, given that they do share some similarities genetically.” He said, bringing me back from my reverie. “But since I haven’t heard of any Huskies attacking and going around these areas especially near Gray Mountains where you’re currently residing, I have to say that it must have been a wolf that attacked you.”
“Husky-san could be…a Wolf…?” I asked softly, bewildered at what he was telling me. “And what does Gray Mountains have anything to do with Wolves anyway?” I asked hesitantly, somewhat dreading the answer.
He stares at me for a moment, blinking a few times as if what I asked was sort of weirding him out. I blushed under his gaze, until finally he answers in all seriousness, “Gray Mountains is actually named after the Gray Wolf, that is said to be the largest species of a wolf. The Gray Mountains is inhabited by these Wolves for years now.”
“Oh.” I am seriously not liking this town the more I get to know about it. My mom’s friend should’ve had a warning about how this place is infested with wolves before I rented her place. I came here to relax and do some heart searching and recovering. Not to worry about Wolves suddenly knocking on my door dressed up in Red Riding Hood’s clothing. Though that thought is actually pretty funny now that I think about it.
“I wonder though, how large is Husky-san?” He asks as he cocked his head to the side.
“Why do you want to know?”
“Because Wolves are a lot larger than Huskies.” He says in a matter of fact voice. I thought back on the wounded Husky-san.
“Now that I think about it, she is a lot bigger and larger…not to mention heavier.” A pained smile suddenly crossed my lips upon remembering her. I suddenly remember my struggles in dragging her inside the cabin. She was so heavy that it was like I was pulling a human being. Only when I dragged her like a sack of potatoes near the fireplace did I notice how huge she was. Honestly, if she were awake at that time and standing in her four legs, she’d be about as tall as my hips, which of course I didn’t notice when she was trying to kill me last night. Now that I think about it, if she’s that tall in all fours, I wonder how tall she’d be if I were to hold her up?
Right, like she’ll let me hold her up. Especially now that she’s—
“Heavier?” The handsome doctor asks, cutting off my train of thought.
I shook my head, giving him an awkward smile. “Uh…it’s nothing.”
“Right.” He nodded looking unconvinced. He doesn’t need to know about how I actually dragged the poor animal inside the cabin and helped her with her wounds. If I did, he would probably look at me weirdly again, thinking that I’m insane. I mean, who helps an animal that just attacked and tried to kill you, right?
“Only you, the great airheadness would do something like this.” Was what Takamina told me yesterday with a defeated sigh.
Insulting, but true.
“Now that I think about it, your wounds are similar to those who were attacked by Wolves as well.” He informed me. Again, that really doesn’t make me feel at ease.
“Just…how many are these people who were attacked anyway?” I asked, feeling a bit dreadful at the idea that this town is infested with wolves.
“Well, a lot.” He offered me a sympathetic smile as he shrugged. I let out a sigh, my eyes downcast to my lap, frowning. “But they don’t attack people, if that’s what you’re thinking.” He added causing me to look back at him, keeping the slight frown on my forehead.
“What do you mean?”
“Wolves don’t attack people intentionally. It’s the other way around.” He says before letting out a soft sigh. With a sad smile crossing his lips, he added, “It’s the people who are intentionally attacking them causing them to retaliate.”
“What?!”
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“Okay, I-I’ve wrapped most of her wounds.” I shakily tell Takamina, wiping the sweat from my forehead with my hand that was slightly covered with blood. “Although, I seriously don’t know if I did it right.” I tell her honestly, looking at the now-bandaged, still unconscious Husky.
Even though she’s unconscious, she was still letting out soft whimpers while she sleeps as I clean her wounds causing me to somehow feel bad about it. I clenched my jaw tight, remembering the times I apologized to her whenever she lets out a whimper earlier. Despite how I’m helping her, no matter how gentle I was, it still hurts her. At some point, I’m still causing her to hurt and…I can’t help but feel sorry. I can’t help but feel bad. Add the fact that I have no idea what I was supposed to do to help her, yet I was the only one who can, makes me feel ten times worse. Thankfully, Takamina was there to order me how to do it correctly. At least, I think I did it correctly.
I let out a sigh as I stared at the bandaged dog that I laid down the carpet. Carefully, I reached out and caressed her forehead, staring at her bandaged eye. I couldn’t help but mutter out an apology again as I saw her muzzle twitch as I continue to caress her. Now that I think about it, I guess it’s a bit hard for me as well since this is the first time treating someone with such wounds. And it’s an animal that attacked me just a little while ago, how ironic. Maybe, I really am not right in the mind right now like what Takamina keeps telling me. But the thought of her dying just…makes me feel uneasy at some point.
I wonder, why do I care so much for this animal that attacked me?
“Well like what you said earlier; ‘it’s better than doing nothing.’” I hear Takamina gruffly say after she cleared her throat, breaking my reverie.
“Are you mad at me?” I asked with my eyebrow raised as I turned to look behind me where my phone is placed on the coffee table.
She let out an exasperated sigh, before letting out, “I just don’t get why you have to help it. I mean, it almost killed you. Who’s to say it won’t try to kill you again tomorrow?”
I let out a sigh, knowing quite well how right she is, but…
I turned back to look at the unconscious Husky, my eyes slowly travels to her bandaged body until it rests on the deep gash she has that I have yet to bandaged. It was covered with a now bloody cloth as I pressed it against the gash, putting pressure trying to somehow keep it from bleeding as per Takamina’s order. I clenched my jaw tight, feeling the tears building up from my eyes as I remember how upsetting it was for me to see it up close. She has a lot of ugly, horrendous wounds, but that deep gash she has was what struck me the most. Not because it’s big, but because deep inside, I knew the one who did that to her…was a human.
An inhumane human.
--My phone started ringing, causing me to push myself off of the steering wheel that I was leaning at. Glancing at my ringing bag on the passenger seat, I couldn’t help but let out a sigh. Somehow, I’m not surprised that I have a caller after only a few minutes of turning my phone on. It doesn’t take a genius to know who it is calling. She’s probably calling to check up on me and to see if I really went to the hospital. Well, I have the bandage and the shot as proof that I did went like she told me to. If that doesn’t do, I could also tell her about the calling card that I embarrassingly asked for received from the handsome doctor. Well, to me it is embarrassing even though I just told him that I do need to call someone just in case I have an emergency. Though, It may sound innocent enough for him that he nodded his head in understanding and gave it to me without hesitating, but deep inside me, there’s a little part that went ecstatic that I actually have his number and that I could text or call him whenever I want. With or without emergency, that is. Though, I honestly doubt about the without emergency bit. I mean, much as I like him, I don’t have the guts to call him and ask him out. But if it is the opposite, well, that’s a different story.
Oh, right. Phone. Sorry Takamina.
Shaking my head to push out the unnecessary thoughts, I grabbed my bag and fished for my phone that was ringing relentlessly. A frown made its way to my face as I stared at the screen. It wasn’t Takamina who was calling me.
It was another…Minami.
“Finally! Geez! I’ve been like, calling for hours you know!” Was what she immediately said as I pushed the call button and held the phone against my ear.
“Miichan?”
“No, this is actually your phone company asking you why the hell is your phone off for hours when you’ve given us your advance payment—yes this is Miichan! Geez!” She tells me loudly, making me to cringe. Okay, the loudness was definitely unnecessary there.
I decided to play the dense card trying to lighten things up by saying, “My phone company sure is nice enough to care and ask me that. Their service is really improving this year, huh,” as the corner of my lips curled up to form a smile.
“You know, if I wasn’t worried to death about your ass, I would’ve found that funny.” She deadpanned. The smile on my face quickly left me as I let out a sigh and I shook my head. This is actually the other Minami that I dreaded calling me for the reason that she will most likely tell me the same things Takamina told me yesterday. I’m in Heavy Rotation then.
Not knowing what to say to prevent her from scolding me, I tell her, “I’m sorry...?” my tone unsure. Despite the fact that that is probably where this discussion would be going—me apologizing to her I mean—it didn’t work. Letting out that question mark in the end was definitely a mistake.
“Well you better be sorry.” She grumbled softly, as if she was gritting her teeth in anger. I wouldn’t be surprised if she has her eyes narrowed as well. That grinding of teeth of hers is always accompanied by her narrowing her eyes. It was sort of…her angry look. In meal terms, it’s set number 1.
“I heard what happened from Takamina a couple of hours ago about you being a pain in her…tushy.” She added, her voice sounded unsure at the last word she stated.
…Tushy?
“Takamina said the word…tushy?” I snorted with laughter, and then started giggling at the word Takamina used.
“Well no, she said ass.” She let out dryly.
“Or…at least that’s what I think I heard from her.” “You think?” I asked as a slight frown made its way to my face as I heard confusion on her voice. She’s not sure whether Takamina said ass or tushy?
“Well her voice sounded…hoarse, so it was a bit hard to understand what she was saying earlier on the phone.”“Oh.” Well, that explains it then. I guess all that screaming she did yesterday caused her to somehow lose her voice. She was pretty loud yesterday all screamy happy. Though, I really can’t blame her from the scream fest she did yesterday. If I was in her position, I’d probably be hysterical too.
“Yeah, but I did understand bits of it. She was all, ‘Haruna. Airhead. Dog. Bite. Airhead. Helping Dog. Airhead forever.’ So I pretty much summed up what she was trying to say.” She sneeringly said causing me to swallow the knot on my throat as I know what’s about to come next. Here comes another scream fest special then, courtesy of Miichan of course.
“Miichan…” I sighed, pleadingly but it went unheard to her ears.
“Let me tell you, when you texted me yesterday about you not really going to Cabo I was soooo—“Hoo boy. Here we go again.
“—not disappointed, you know.” Wait what?
“I mean, why should I? It was your decision to go wherever you want, you know. I don’t really care where you go as long as you inform us where you go. With that said, I am disappointed that you lied to us about your whereabouts, you know.” She tells me, her voice sounded annoyed at the end.
“Well, I did say I’m sorry earlier.” I reminded her as I smiled awkwardly to no one. Again, it seemingly went unheard as she continues her tirade.
“I was even against the idea of joining you, unlike Takamina who wanted to surprise you, insisting me on taking a leave and hop on the nearest plane as soon as she got the tickets with a bag of ice cream in tow.” She informed me. Well, if I remember correctly, Takamina did say something about surprising me. The ice cream? Well she did somehow suggest it since it was our usual ritual whenever we’re heart broken.
She let out a sigh.
“You know, sometimes I think that girl has a crush on you. I mean, insisting on following you when you’re on the road to recovery? C’mon now. I know you. You need space.”Well that, Takamina didn’t say. And…huh? What is Miichan…?
“What?” I let out feeling a bit weirded out at what Miichan is insinuating. It’s so like Miichan to insinuate something as preposterous as that. Takamina having a crush on me? Can’t it be that she’s just being a nice, good best friend like she always is? Though, now that I think about it, Miichan was the one who told me that—
I quickly shook my head, knowing where that was heading. I really don’t need to relieve those memories if I am in the path of recovery. Think hot doctors in a cute ponytail. Hot, handsome doctor that gave you their calling card.
“Anyway, so yeah, there I was in my apartment after just getting myself off—from work mind you.”“I wasn’t…thinking that. The other THAT I mean.” I made a pained look as I glanced at the phone in that I’m holding against my ear. “THAT was definitely an overshare, Miichan.”
“Uh, hello? Rude much? I’m doing the ranting here. Can you not disturb me?” She says in a spiteful tone. My eyebrow arched up at that.
“Why are you using a bitchy, cheerleader tone on me?”
“Because I’m in bitch mode, bitch.” She scoffed in a less spiteful tone before letting out a snort like sound as if she’s muffling her laughter a moment later. Somehow, with the thought that she was finding this whole thing amusing, a soft chuckle escaped my lips.
“Glad we cleared that up then.” I tell her with a grin, remembering that this Minami can never hold her anger for too long, especially towards me and Takamina. She’s that type of a person.
“Goddamn it, stop.” She tells me with a groan.
“I can tell you’re smiling right now. Don’t, because I was serious about being mad at you for the trouble that you caused and I promised Takamina to give you a scolding.” She let out an exasperated sigh.
The grin on my face widened as I nod my head. “Was. Gotcha.”
“Haruna…” She whiningly chided, triggering a soft chuckle out of me. She whined again after that, probably pouting on the other end. I decided to play nice, telling her to continue her rant as I continue to smile while I play with the kimmidoll keychain the three of us bought together a few years ago. I caressed the red permanent marker Takamina used to sloppily draw over its lips, trying to thicken it and make it similar to mine, only failing as she completely exaggerated on it that it looked like the doll has swollen lips. I took revenger on her own doll, drawing long and deep smile lines on her doll. Smirking at the memory of her looking annoyed by it, I then turned the doll over, caressing my name that Miichan sculpted horribly without my permission. The memory of me doing the same to her doll as revenge suddenly came to my mind.
Looking at the once cute doll brought the feeling of nostalgia inside me.
“Okay, let’s just pretend I gave you a kick ass scolding for Takamina’s sake since I’m sure she scolded you enough yesterday, what with her voice being like that and all.” “Yeah. She did.” I let out a sigh, staring at the doll I was holding the doll in my hand knowing quite well that Takamina is angry at me right now despite her telling me otherwise. I really can’t blame her for being mad since if I was in her position, I’d be mad at me as well. It was pretty stupid of me to help Husky-san…but…
“I should be mad as well since you almost killed yourself, Haruna. What were you thinking?” She tells me softly, exasperatedly. The hold I have on the doll tightened as the guilt I was starting to feel somehow doubled upon hearing that.
“I…I’m sorry.” I tell her wholeheartedly, my voice cracking slightly. I really didn’t mean to worry them that much, but I just had to help because…
She was quiet for a while making me feel miserable. Finally she let out a breathy sigh before saying,
“Well, for whatever reason it is that you did that, I’m just glad that you’re okay.”
“I really am sorry, to both of you.” I tell her softly.
“I know. And despite how angry Takamina is or was, she knows too. Just…don’t do that again, okay? Promise me you won’t to do that again. Not when we’re not around to be there for you, alright?”Despite the guilt I felt, I couldn’t help but smile at that. “Yeah, I promise.” I tell her softly as I opened my hand to look at the swollen-lipped doll resting in the palm of my hand. They really have been there for me always, and I owe them a lot. Just remembering the things that we’ve been through, all the laughter, the sadness, the heart aches and then some, I have to say…
…I really am lucky to have such wonderful friends beside me.
“Good. You better keep your promise then Kojima, not until we get there which…I’m thinking pretty soon since you’ve angered and worried General Takamina so much that I think she’s going to submit her vacation leave tomorrow.” She informed me lightly before letting out a chuckle. Somehow, upon hearing that, my shoulder slumped forward feeling defeated.
“I thought she was kidding.” I groaned out.
“Takamina never kids when she’s angry, remember?”Now that I think about it, she’s right. But…
“I know that, but I thought she was kidding about being angry and since I thought that, I also thought she was also kidding on the coming here part.”
“That’s just so many thoughts out of you, huh. And we call you an airhead! Tch.” She said sarcastically before letting out a snicker of amusement.
“That’s not funny.” I said as I pout.
“Yeah it is.” She responded while she chuckles causing me to groan again and softly pound my forehead against the steering wheel of my car. I let out a sigh and closed my eyes, thinking of an image of a miffed looking Takamina and a grinning Miichan with their luggage in front of the cabin.
So much for my alone time then.
_______________________________________________________“Home sweet, silent home.” I mumbled as I walked inside the empty cabin. “Well, I could say goodbye to the silent home, since I’m going to have visitors soon.” I animatedly added with annoyance in my voice as I began wiping the snow off from my shoulder and head. As much as I love those two to death, I really was hoping for some alone time. I told Miichan that and she just scoffed at me, saying,
“Yeah well, blame yourself on this one for being the good, airheaded Samaritan.”I let out a defeated sigh and shook my head internally blaming myself much like what Miichan told me to. With my shoulders a bit slumped, I closed the front door, removed my winter outwear and began hanging them in the closet near the door that I only noticed last night while I was looking for the first aid kit that my mom’s friend told me about a few days before I came here. Remembering how I was frantically looking for it, I turned to look at living room where it was on the coffee table, opened with its items messily on the coffee table. I walked mindlessly towards the living room, stopping only when I was behind the couch that I slept on. Placing my hand on it, I frowned slightly as my eyes slowly made its way to the blood stained carpet where I remember leaving the wounded animal after tending to its wounds.
The wounded animal that was gone the moment I groggily woke up and opened my eyes.
I let out a disappointed sigh, lightly squeezing the cushion of the couch. I guess, I really shouldn’t feel disappointed that she just suddenly left without a...uh bark or even a growl. I should feel lucky that she just up and left without killing or even eating me. Though, honestly, there’s a part of me that expected differently from her, even if she’s an animal. But then with that thought, I began to wonder…
…what is it about her that makes me think that she’s...different?
I shook my head, trying to clear my head from thinking too much. I let out a snort of amusement as I found it funny that I am an airhead that thinks too much. Or maybe it’s just because it’s too quiet here that makes me think too much. If that is the case, then maybe Miichan and Takamina being here wouldn’t be so bad then.
“It’ll be a bore without us and you know it.” Was Miichan’s words earlier. A smile crosses my lips as I remembering her confident tone. Despite the fact that it somehow irritates me that they’ll be coming here and crashing on my much needed alone time, there’s a part of me that was also looking forward to it as well.
Just a small part of me though. Apparently I’m THAT bored.
Further proving that I am indeed bored, uncharacteristically, I made my way towards the coffee table and began cleaning up, packing the items back inside the first aid kit. I let out a sigh as I picked up the empty box of the gauze bandages, remembering how I used it all up on Husky-san telling Takamina differently. The thing is, I used up all the gauze on Husky-san’s wound that I didn’t get to bind mine. It didn’t matter to me though since…I barely feel anything from it.
No pain. Nothing.
Placing back the empty box on the table, I rolled the sleeves of my cashmere sweater to look at my bandaged forearm. My hand made its way to it, gripping it tightly. With how tight I was holding it, it was like I was the one trying to make it hurt, just so I could feel something. Anything from it. Still, no matter how much I grip it, I still can’t feel anything.
Why…is that?
Thoughts of unable to feel pain in my forearm suddenly flew out of my mind as I hear soft whimpers coming from the outside. It sounded like…
Biting my lower lip, I made my way towards the window and looked outside, my eyes darting around until finally, I saw what I was looking for.
“Husky-san…” I softly mumbled under my breath as I placed my hand on the cold glass of the window. She came back. A small smile slowly made its way on my lips as I watch her rolling, jumping, and burying herself in the snow while letting out happy whimpers as she plays. She looks like she’s having the time of her life, despite the bandages wrapped around that almost covers her whole body. I have a feeling that if Takamina sees my handy work, she’d laugh like crazy thinking that I over did it making the wounded Husky look like a mummy. But, even if I over did it, at least she’s fine now.
That’s…the important thing...right…?
Finally, after much playing, the Husky seems to have calmed down, panting as she lays on the snow, her fur that was peeking out of her bandages covered in snow. The small smile on my lips slowly fades and my brow slowly creases as I continue to watch her. She turns her head to look at her bandages on her body for a moment, then began biting the bindings, seemingly trying to remove it. Afraid that she might pull the stitches that I miraculously applied last night—of course, with the help of my trusted nurse, Takamina—without thinking, I quickly ran towards the back door and opened it yelling, “No! Don’t!” causing the Husky to halt her attempt to remove it.
She looked frozen in surprise much like I am. I couldn’t help but swallow down the knot in my throat and cringe as she whipped her head to look at me, her ears in erect, mouth closed, posture in alert and her one opened eye that wasn’t covered in a bandage quickly hardened as she gazes at me. Gone was the happy looking wounded dog that she was earlier. And it’s all because of me.
“Uh…h-hi…?” I stammered offering her a hesitant wave and an awkward smile. She didn’t move. But I did, taking a hesitant step out onto the snowy back porch.
…What am I doing?
“I’m…Haruna. Ko-Kojima Haruna.” I tell her as I took another step. “I’m the one…that patched you up last night. I know you don’t remember because you passed out, but…I…I just wanted you to know.” Another step. Nothing. My heart beating loudly against my chest, still I took another step.
…Why am I talking and walking towards a dangerous animal?
“And…I’m not a bad person.” I tell her while taking another step. Still nothing.
…I am crazy to be doing this though.
“Surely you can sense that. I mean, like I said…I helped you with your wounds…who does that, right?”
…Apparently, only me. An airhead.
I stepped down the back porch. “Even when you bit me last night I still—”
Her muzzle twitched causing me to stop my hesitant steps towards her. I kept my eyes on her, clenching my jaw tight, feeling a bit nervous that she go into berserk mode again. But seeing her eye slowly moving towards my wounded arm made me think otherwise as I saw what appears to be a flicker of something behind her amber eye. I’m not sure what it was because her eye didn’t linger long on my arm as her eye quickly made its way to mine.
Was that perhaps…recognition?
Wanting to know if she can indeed recognize or even understand me, I held up my arm up, showing her my bandaged forearm. “Yeah, you bit me last night, remember?” I asked before taking a step forward, my feet covered in slippers buried slightly into the snow.
She moved again, this time it wasn’t brief as she slowly rose up on all fours without problem. Somehow that was the only time I remember clearly how she had deep wounds on her legs as well, despite watching her a little while ago playing on the snow. It makes me wonder how fast her healing rate is.
I mean, does an animal’s healing rate differ from that of a human?
Shaking that unnecessary thought away, I noticed that the distance between us were becoming short. It was like, she was letting me come closer to her, that perhaps, at some point, she trusts me. Weird thought I know, but somehow that realization encourages me to take another step forward, which, surprisingly, made her a bit…angry as she began to snarl softly, warning me. Her tail in a high position and her head slightly lowered as she stares at me.
I guess I was wrong about the trusting bit.
‘Stay away.’ That faint, unfamiliar voice suddenly said, surprising me. With a frown, I whipped my head, trying to see if there was someone was there.
No one. So who…?
Blinking a few times, I slowly turned to look back at the Husky, noticing that her hardened gaze was still focused on me.
Could it be…?
A silly thought suddenly entered my mind causing me to let out an awkward chuckle. No way. Now I really am being stupid.
“I think I’m hearing things now.” I mumbled, scratching the back of my ear. “Probably because I haven’t eaten lunch yet.”
Noticeably, her ear twitched at the word ‘lunch,’ her tail that was in a high position lowers slightly and began to wag slowly, slightly. It was obvious that she too hadn’t had lunch yet. Despite the fact that she’s still glaring at me, somehow seeing her hard exterior cracking to some extent, made me smile.
It made me smile because now I was certain she can understand me at some point.
“Hold that thought.” I tell her with a smile before turning and running back inside the cabin. Remembering the packed pork meat that I brought with me in this trip of recovery, I pulled it out of the fridge and quickly made my way back to where the Husky was waiting. I let out a hard sigh, my breath forming a fog as I stood exactly where I was while smiling. I crouched down and began to unpack it. I glanced at her and saw that her hardened gaze was now aimed at what I was unwrapping. My smile widened upon seeing that.
Once done, I pulled up the cold meat and held it up for her to see. “You’re hungry right?” I asked despite knowing the answer. Her tail wagging sped up and she licked her lips briefly while her uncovered eye locked hungrily on the meat I’m holding, seemingly waiting for me to throw it to her. Keeping the smile, I indulge her wish and threw it in front of her.
I watch her as she looked at it for a while, curiously while she cocked her head slightly to the side. She sniffed it for a moment then slowly raised her head slightly to look at me, just staring blankly as if...asking for permission…?
“Go ahead.” I tell her, motioning towards the meat in front of her. I clenched my jaw tight and tried to keep the smile on my face as she stares intensely at me. Her stare was…making me feel nervous. It was like, she was…reading me?
“I won’t hurt you.” I promised softly, hugging my knees against my chest. “I am really not a bad person.” I assured her as I smiled sadly at her.
She stares at me for a moment until finally, her eye slowly made its way to the meat in front of her. I watch her intently as she clawed the meat, tearing it for a moment then finally bit it with her sharp teeth. I honestly thought it would take less than a minute for her to finish it off, but oddly enough, it looked like she was playing on her food as scrapes on it, bite it a little then goes back to tearing it again. The word sadist somehow comes to my mind as I watch her.
“You are one sadistic Husky huh.” I tell her after she finally swallows the meat. Her eye made its way back to me, her posture once again tense as she snarled at me. I smiled nervously at her. “I was just…joking Husky-san.”
That actually angered her more, letting out a vicious growl, her lowered down and tail once again in a higher position. She looked like she’s getting ready to attack me, causing me to stand up and take a step back. I frowned at the angry looking Husky, wondering what it is that I did or say that seems to make her angry. I mean, she seemed fine before so…?
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“Now that I think about it, what you described does sound like a normal Husky. But then again, it’s hard to determine whether or not it was a Husky or a wolf, given that they do share some similarities genetically.” He said, bringing me back from my reverie. “But since I haven’t heard of any Huskies attacking and going around these areas especially near Gray Mountains where you’re currently residing, I have to say that it must have been a wolf that attacked you.”
“Husky-san could be…a Wolf…?” I asked softly, bewildered at what he was telling me.
--The memory suddenly flashed in my mind. Could it be that she is angry because I keep calling her…?
“Husky-san.” I mumbled, keeping my eyes on her. She suddenly let out an angry bark accompanied by a vicious growl as she looks at me. Seeing that, I couldn’t help but cringe and step back. Okay, obviously she doesn’t like that, so let’s try…
“W-wolf-san…?” I hesitantly said. Somehow, her growling stopped but she still kept her position alert. Huh. I decided to try again for the sake of being sure.
“Hus—“
She immediately let out a vicious growl, completely cutting me off. I swallowed down my nervousness as I waved my free hand at her as if in surrender. I think it’s clear what it is that she’s trying to tell me here.
“Okay, I get it.” I tell her as I wave my free hand. “S-sorry Wolf-san. I won’t call you the ‘H’ animal then.” I tell her with a nervous smile. Surprisingly enough that seems to calm her down as her facial features eases up, looking much like what she did earlier. Normal, yet a little bit in the alert and cautious mode as her eye locked on mine. Seeing her like that somehow eases up the nervousness inside me.
“Here.” I threw two slab of meat her way with a smile. “That’s an extra right there as a token of my apologies, Wolf-san.”
She glanced at it for a moment then turned back at me, giving me a blank stare.
“C’mon, eat it.” I tell her, my eyebrow moving upward suggestively. She stares at me for a while then turned her attention to the meat in front of her. I crouched down and watched her as she once again did her own sadistic ritual of eating. I seriously don’t know if other wolves eat that way. I always thought they’d just eat like they haven’t eaten for days much like other the other savage beasts in the animal world would. At least, that’s what I saw in National Geographic channel.
I think I’ll search more about her kind later on.
She let out a whimper and began scratching the side of her face that was covered with bandages. I couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle.
“You know, with you bandaged up and with the way you eat, you look like you’re into sadomasochism.”
Nothing. Not even a glance as she has once again began playing with her food, gnawing the piece of meat while she wags her tail happily.
“Hmmm. Maybe I should call you Sado.” I mumbled as I hugged my knees. “Is that okay, Wolf-san?”
She once again didn’t acknowledge me, which I took as a good sign.
“Sado it is then.” I nodded. Noticing that she was about to finish the last meat on the snowy ground, I threw another slab her way. I continue to watch her in silence as, resting my chin on top of my knees. My eyes began to wander on her bandages, biting my lower lip as I suddenly remember how I was shakily stitched the huge gash she had on her side. I remember pressing my fingers on my eyes, trying to tell myself not to cry as I pierced the needle onto her body.
“Stop it, Haruna.” I mumbled to myself as I rest my forehead against my knees. I closed my eyes and willed myself to think of something else. It was then I remember Takamina’s question.
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“I just don’t get why you have to help it. I mean, it almost killed you. Who’s to say it won’t try to kill you again tomorrow?”
--Slowly, I raised my head up to look at the eating animal, my lips pressed on my thigh. Surprisingly, she stopped clawing the meat and raised her head to look back at me. I stared at that blank, beautiful amber eye of hers and with a small smile that was hidden because of my thigh; I remember my vague answer to Takamina.
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“Honestly, I don’t know why I want to help her.” I tell Takamina, still keeping my eyes on the sleeping Husky, my hand caressing the side of her face. “All I know is…I NEED to help her.”
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Next Up: Mariko's POV...or should I call her Sado for now.
Let's get inside her furry head.
I'm trying the shifting POVs style here.
End Note: So I was thinking about this fic after I updated BC and started searching about werewolves just so I could have an idea of what to write next. I saw this awesome video of David Guetta that surprisingly was similar to what I was thinking. I don't really know David Guetta that much. So it was a first for me.
It's like the prologue of the prologue.
I know it's prequel but I wanted to say prologue of prologue.
Anyway link here >>
<< Watch it. it's pretty cool.
Thanks for reading. See you guys in BC. When? I have no idea.
No I'm not being mean. I just...really have no idea when. Soon I hope.
EDIT! No name for the handsome doctor yet. I don't what to name him yet.
Same goes with the other pairings. Still no idea.
I cut the conversation between Haruna's and the doctor. It'll be continued in flashbacks inside Haruna's head as she goes around the nameless town. Seriously, it feels like I'm getting lazy or something.
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