Wolf's Rain Fan Fiction ❯ Puppy Love ❯ One-Shot
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By: Mugetsu-chan 
POST Ep 30! Spoilers!
Anime/Manga: Wolf's Rain Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.14.2004 | Updated On: 08.14.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 812 | Status: Completed
POST Ep 30! Spoilers!
Anime/Manga: Wolf's Rain Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.14.2004 | Updated On: 08.14.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 812 | Status: Completed
Author: Mugetsu, a.k.a. Weazul
Title: Puppy Love
Rating: G
Pairing: n/a
Warnings/Spoilers: post episode 30
Disclaimers: nope, I don’t own Wolf’s Rain or the characters.
Author's Notes: this fic is written in first person point of view from Hige’s perspective.
a big thanks to the folks on wr_badfic_mock on LiveJournal for betaing this for me! I do have some possible ideas for making this part one of a series, but I’d need help and prodding if I do follow that route.
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I don’t know why I took a shortcut home that day - I just did. As I passed by an alleyway I heard something I was quite familiar with from my earlier days at school - the sound of children taunting something that couldn’t defend itself.
Curiosity moved me, as well as the urge to end their cruelty if possible, and I walked down the alleyway closer to them to see what sort of trouble they were up to. Their cruel laughter became louder and I heard a stick strike a body, then a yelp followed by a low growl.
“Heh, you can’t hurt us, but we can hurt you,” a young boy cruelly said as he struck at the shaggy black dog he and his two friends seemed to have cornered for a second time. His friends laughed as the dog tried to back out of the range of the stick.
Rage suddenly exploded within me, how dared they strike that dog! “Hey!” I yelled, startling them. “Whaddaya think you’re doing!”
Like most bullies caught in the act by someone older than them there was fear on their faces and they tried to flee. I had managed to grab one, the one who had the stick, by the shirt as he passed by. “Whose dog is that, the one you’ve been torturing?” I snarled. I wanted to hit the little punk, but that would have made me as bad as him.
“That thing? It’s just some stray mutt,” he answered, as if he expected that to be enough justification for his actions. So it was a stray. No one to care for it, to take it to the vet to see if it was okay after the abuse it went through. Or maybe it just managed to slip its collar and run loose, with someone looking for it.
Slowly I walked closer to the dog, poor thing wasn’t just cornered, it was tied up to a pipe. It backed up cautiously as I moved closer as it unsure if I would try to hurt it or not. I knelt down and sat there for a moment and hoped it would decide I wasn’t gonna do to it what those brats had done. As I waited I studied the dog. It looked a little wolfish, so it probably had some husky or some other spitz breed in it. With eyes that blue, I think I’d lean towards husky, maybe malamute, those sometimes have eye like that.
The dog relaxed a bit and I slowly held out my hand. “It’s okay, Blueeyes,” I softly tell the dog. “I just wanna make sure you’re okay.” The dog cautiously crept closer, ears laid back still not quite sure if I was a friend or not, its tail wagged tentatively as if it hoped I was. “That’s it, c’m on,” I encouraged softly. It sniffed then gently nudged my hand with its nose. When I did nothing it nudged it again, trying to get me to pet it, its tail wagged even more. I laughed and scratched the dog behind its ears.
“Yeah, see? I’m friendly. Now let’s get you untied.” I moved closer to the dog to work the rope off from around the dog’s neck. The moment it was off the dog knocked me over, wagging its tail while it nuzzled and licked my face.
I laughed again and scratched the dog affectionately. “This is quite a thank you!” I carefully sat up, it - no, she, the dog was female - backed up slightly and titled her head as she watched me, her tail still wagged behind her. I moved over to the rope and untied it from the pipe to create a makeshift collar and leash. I undid the slipknot then moved back over to the dog.
Her ears went back and she looked like she was tempted to bolt. “Don’t worry, I ain’t gonna hurt ya,” I soothe. She let me come over to her and I measured her neck and redid the slipknot so it couldn’t tighten on her too much. I slipped it on and she backed up, but seemed to relax as she realized it wouldn’t pull too tight. “See?”
I stood up and started the rest of the way home, dog in tow, tail wagging away behind her. If she was a stray, a nice dog like her needed a home, if she was lost, then someone should find her owners.
Hmm… if no one claimed her maybe I could keep her. That’d be nice, as I loved the dog already. It felt right walking around with her, there was something almost, I guess you could say, nostalgic about it.
That was two years ago. Mom and Dad were upset that I’d brought a stray home, but the dog soon won them over. We called her Blueeyes for a few weeks while we tried to see if she had an owner. When no one claimed her Mom agreed to let me keep her. Now we just call her Blue.
I’ve just begun my third year of High School, and I’ve made some interesting friends. I’ve never met them before, but it feels like I have.
Sometimes, when I sit down against the wall in my room and Blue lays out beside me I feel sad for a moment. Some vague not-quite-memory, as unclear as a memory of something recalled momentarily in a dream, surfaces for a moment.
Then I look down at blue and pet her on the head. As she looks up at me, wagging her tail and smiling a canine grin I can’t help but smile despite that ghost of sadness.
God, I love that dog.
Title: Puppy Love
Rating: G
Pairing: n/a
Warnings/Spoilers: post episode 30
Disclaimers: nope, I don’t own Wolf’s Rain or the characters.
Author's Notes: this fic is written in first person point of view from Hige’s perspective.
a big thanks to the folks on wr_badfic_mock on LiveJournal for betaing this for me! I do have some possible ideas for making this part one of a series, but I’d need help and prodding if I do follow that route.
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I don’t know why I took a shortcut home that day - I just did. As I passed by an alleyway I heard something I was quite familiar with from my earlier days at school - the sound of children taunting something that couldn’t defend itself.
Curiosity moved me, as well as the urge to end their cruelty if possible, and I walked down the alleyway closer to them to see what sort of trouble they were up to. Their cruel laughter became louder and I heard a stick strike a body, then a yelp followed by a low growl.
“Heh, you can’t hurt us, but we can hurt you,” a young boy cruelly said as he struck at the shaggy black dog he and his two friends seemed to have cornered for a second time. His friends laughed as the dog tried to back out of the range of the stick.
Rage suddenly exploded within me, how dared they strike that dog! “Hey!” I yelled, startling them. “Whaddaya think you’re doing!”
Like most bullies caught in the act by someone older than them there was fear on their faces and they tried to flee. I had managed to grab one, the one who had the stick, by the shirt as he passed by. “Whose dog is that, the one you’ve been torturing?” I snarled. I wanted to hit the little punk, but that would have made me as bad as him.
“That thing? It’s just some stray mutt,” he answered, as if he expected that to be enough justification for his actions. So it was a stray. No one to care for it, to take it to the vet to see if it was okay after the abuse it went through. Or maybe it just managed to slip its collar and run loose, with someone looking for it.
Slowly I walked closer to the dog, poor thing wasn’t just cornered, it was tied up to a pipe. It backed up cautiously as I moved closer as it unsure if I would try to hurt it or not. I knelt down and sat there for a moment and hoped it would decide I wasn’t gonna do to it what those brats had done. As I waited I studied the dog. It looked a little wolfish, so it probably had some husky or some other spitz breed in it. With eyes that blue, I think I’d lean towards husky, maybe malamute, those sometimes have eye like that.
The dog relaxed a bit and I slowly held out my hand. “It’s okay, Blueeyes,” I softly tell the dog. “I just wanna make sure you’re okay.” The dog cautiously crept closer, ears laid back still not quite sure if I was a friend or not, its tail wagged tentatively as if it hoped I was. “That’s it, c’m on,” I encouraged softly. It sniffed then gently nudged my hand with its nose. When I did nothing it nudged it again, trying to get me to pet it, its tail wagged even more. I laughed and scratched the dog behind its ears.
“Yeah, see? I’m friendly. Now let’s get you untied.” I moved closer to the dog to work the rope off from around the dog’s neck. The moment it was off the dog knocked me over, wagging its tail while it nuzzled and licked my face.
I laughed again and scratched the dog affectionately. “This is quite a thank you!” I carefully sat up, it - no, she, the dog was female - backed up slightly and titled her head as she watched me, her tail still wagged behind her. I moved over to the rope and untied it from the pipe to create a makeshift collar and leash. I undid the slipknot then moved back over to the dog.
Her ears went back and she looked like she was tempted to bolt. “Don’t worry, I ain’t gonna hurt ya,” I soothe. She let me come over to her and I measured her neck and redid the slipknot so it couldn’t tighten on her too much. I slipped it on and she backed up, but seemed to relax as she realized it wouldn’t pull too tight. “See?”
I stood up and started the rest of the way home, dog in tow, tail wagging away behind her. If she was a stray, a nice dog like her needed a home, if she was lost, then someone should find her owners.
Hmm… if no one claimed her maybe I could keep her. That’d be nice, as I loved the dog already. It felt right walking around with her, there was something almost, I guess you could say, nostalgic about it.
That was two years ago. Mom and Dad were upset that I’d brought a stray home, but the dog soon won them over. We called her Blueeyes for a few weeks while we tried to see if she had an owner. When no one claimed her Mom agreed to let me keep her. Now we just call her Blue.
I’ve just begun my third year of High School, and I’ve made some interesting friends. I’ve never met them before, but it feels like I have.
Sometimes, when I sit down against the wall in my room and Blue lays out beside me I feel sad for a moment. Some vague not-quite-memory, as unclear as a memory of something recalled momentarily in a dream, surfaces for a moment.
Then I look down at blue and pet her on the head. As she looks up at me, wagging her tail and smiling a canine grin I can’t help but smile despite that ghost of sadness.
God, I love that dog.