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 Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2016 2:16 pm
 ❝i wanna ℓσѵє ץσυ, but something's ρυℓℓιɳɢ ɱє αωαץ from you..
jesus is ɱץ ѵιяȶυє, judas is the ɗєɱσɳ i cling to..❞ If Kaede can't see the half-naked man dozing in his bed, then he can't be seen either, right? With his face scrunched up, his eyes pressed shut, and his hands covering his distraught expression, the boy tries to will this terribly uncomfortable situation away -- far, far, far away. Like maybe the next town over; but preferably, to another planet, or even galaxy. No, better yet, just a whole other dimension away. If he doesn't look at Yuno or acknowledge his presence, then surely the werewolf will just...disappear? Right? Kaede counts down in his head: one....two....is he gone?....three..... Except, he's made one fatal mistake in not blocking his ears. The distinct growling makes the teen go rigid, deathly still as he tries to ignore the sound. Or maybe he's trying to melt into the floorboards and cease to be instead? He's not really sure any more. He just wants this suffocatingly uncomfortable feeling to go the ******** away.
Yuno's sudden shout causes Kaede to wince, shrinking into himself as he pulls his legs up to his chest. He dares a glance through his fingers just in time to watch a pillow launch across the room straight towards his face. Still shaking off the last remnants of sleep's hold, the boy is completely unable to deflect the projectile. And, honestly, even if he wasn't so groggy, he lacks any sort of amazing reaction time to have dealt with it anyway. So, Kaede finds himself losing his balance and falling backwards, his spine hitting the floor hard. He hisses at the pain, not really listening to Yuno grumbling about having been woken up. When the boy does regain his senses, he lifts his head just enough to shoot a glare at the werewolf. "I would have liked to sleep, too!!" he squawks indignantly. The sight of Yuno standing to his full towering height, muscles quivering with each movement and-- "For ******** sake." Kaede lets his head fall back onto the floor and covers his ruddy face with the pillow. How can his slave be so unabashed, so shameless, so...NO. Stop that. Don't. No homo.
Kaede can hear Yuno's heavy footsteps thud across the room and then the slamming of the bathroom door, but still remains on the floor with his face shielded for a few moments longer. He rolls over onto his side and curls up with the pillow as he groans. What did he do to deserve this? Why didn't anyone warn him that having a slave would be so...weird? Well, to be fair, this probably wouldn't be so excruciatingly awkward for the boy if he knew how to socialise just a teeny bit better. Sure, he grew up with a large family and had to take care of his siblings, but that doesn't really count. Dealing with real life people that aren't connected to him with blood, forced to empathise with his quirks because they have to live together, is something he is unaccustomed to. And now he's thrown into the jaws of the monster, fumbling to cope with a half-naked stranger traipsing through his apartment. Couldn't Yuno go easy on him? They should have started off with polite introductions, coming home and eating a proper dinner at the table, maybe sharing a bit about themselves to be nice. Then, they definitely should have not slept on the same bed, and the werewolf most certainly should have kept himself fully-clothed. But no, apparently Kaede ******** up somewhere in his life to deserve all this hate from the universe. Some divine power is working against him and cackling maniacally as they watch the poor boy squirm. ******** this.
The muffled sound of Yuno still doing whatever in the bathroom is relatively soothing to Kaede. Having that solid barrier between them gives the boy time to relax, sit up and heave a big sigh. He gets to his feet and fixes his shirt fervently, not having realised that his midriff was exposed this entire time. At the sudden reappearance of Yuno, Kaede startles and whips his head around to face the disgruntled werewolf. He instinctively steps back to let his house guest walk by to flop onto the couch. The demand isn't exactly...well, a demand. The words sound slightly more gentle, less bossy and more like a suggestion. It's progress. But by now, the teen has started to come to terms with the fact that he will never have absolute power over this hulking man. Not saying that it isn't still frustrating.
"Okay, sure," Kaede responds as he slowly meanders over to the couch where Yuno has made himself comfortable. He avoids eye contact the entire time, his face still flushed. 'Don't look, don't look, don't look.' The boy positions himself behind the sofa, struggling to come to terms with the fact that the werewolf's head still comes to his chest even while sitting. Stupid tall a*****e. Kaede takes the hair tie that is offered and tries to hide his quivering fingers. Thoughts of how he was pressed flush against this man all night, against his bare chest, make it really hard to concentrate. But he's not sure why. He's not gay. And Yuno is (probably?) a homophobe. So, no homo. After taking a steadying breath, the boy reaches his hands up to begin pulling back the tendrils of dreadlocks. He's never touched dreaded hair before, but he imagines it can't be much different to tie back than his own. Kaede's touch is extremely gentle and surprisingly precise, showing that he knows how to do this. A few moments later and he's stepping back, giving the other man a cautious look.
"Um, I hope that is good enough," Kaede mumbles. He feels himself tense, waiting for some kind of outburst. Maybe he was too rough, pulled too hard on Yuno's hair? Or it's not secure enough, not positioned properly...something has to be wrong, he can just feel it. The boy turns away and makes his way to the kitchen. "Do you want...uh, breakfast? But, I guess it's not breakfast any more considering it's--" He glances at the clock, and his eyes go wide. "--it's almost four in the afternoon?!" The coon lets out a small sigh at the day he has lost before proceeding to open some cabinets to find food.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2016 5:39 pm
Y U N O xxt h e xx w e r e w o l f
location --Coon Hovelxx mood --Groggyxx company --Kaedexx
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Yuno was glad that Kaede didn't argue with him over his hair. It seemed like the kid just wanted to take issue half of the time. Maybe he just liked being stubborn. Yuno wouldn't know anything about that. But the werewolf couldn't help but feel surprised at how deft the smaller mans hands were, working his dreadlocks back and tying them off with startling efficiency. He was a fighter, so he didn't necessarily need to be handled gently, but it was an oddly soothing sensation, to be handled with such care. He kept quiet while Kae followed his instruction, until after a few moments his tiny master stepped back.
"Um, I hope that is good enough,"
Yuno reached up, running a hand through the tied back dreads, and making a small sound of surprised satisfaction.
"Huh. You're actually pretty good at that." He stood up again as Kaede was already hurrying away from him towards the kitchen. For the first time, Yuno started to wonder what he'd been shouting about when he first woke up. Had he just forgotten that he'd brought home a werewolf the night before? He could see how that could be startling. Yuno himself tended to forget things when he slept, even when it wasn't a full moon.
"Do you want...uh, breakfast? But, I guess it's not breakfast any more considering it's----it's almost four in the afternoon?!" Yuno shrugged.
"Eh, if you eat it right after you wake up, it's breakfast." Yuno was largely nocturnal anyway, since the illegal fighter rings tended to only operate at night anyway. "I don't guess you have any bacon or ham? I guess eggs will do, if you've got any." He wrinkled his nose. "Just as long as it's not cereal or oatmeal. Or grits. What even is grits, anyway? Even if they've got cheese on 'em, that stuff just has a weird texture." Yuno shrugged, sitting in a chair at the small round table near the kitchen to watch Kae moving about, keeping his yellow eyes zeroed in on him. Now that he was looking at him, Kaede was kinda cute. Annoying, but cute. Kinda like a yappy puppy. He had a slim little build, smooth skin, pretty hair... it was a shame he was so 'no homo' about everything. A lot of guys probably considered him attractive. But, maybe that was why he was so loud about being straight. Yuno could imagine that got old, being hit on by the wrong gender. He decided he wouldn't hold it against him.
"Have you got any money? That a*****e Tacks kept all of my clothes.... and I'm guessing none of yours will fit me." And although Yuno didn't mind running around with no shirt, it tended to put people off. His body was littered with scars all over, and the biggest ones were exposed when he didn't wear a shirt, from the long crescent along his right side to the melted skin of an old burn wound. There were gashes and lacerations, small nicks and bite marks, all pale lines against dark skin. "If things are tight right now I get it. I'll be able to go back in the ring in a few days, and you can earn some extra on a fight or two then. I can just wear my jeans 'till then. What's more important is good food. So if you've only got enough for one or the other, we'll just go grocery shopping, and I'll worry about the shirt later. That damn a****d fairy..." He degraded to angry muttering under his breath about what a p***k Tacks was for keeping all of his stuff.
After a few moments, though, something occurred to him. He remembered that he'd decided last night that he was going to keep Kae safe, like the smaller boy wanted him to. He could go ahead and start with that. He stood suddenly, crossing the room and coming right up behind Kae.
"Hey, hold still a minute." Not paying attention to the fact that he was still only in boxers, Yuno wrapped his arms around the smaller boy, pulling him tight against his chest, and started rubbing Kaes head with his own, like an oversized cat trying to furiously show affection.
[[ooc; I'm sorry it's kinda short, but I hope I gave you something fun to run with. e ve]]
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2016 10:53 am
❝i wanna ℓσѵє ץσυ, but something's ρυℓℓιɳɢ ɱє αωαץ from you..
jesus is ɱץ ѵιяȶυє, judas is the ɗєɱσɳ i cling to..❞ "Huh. You're actually pretty good at that."
That compliment certainly does not go unnoticed by anxious lil Kaede. Yuno's voice sounds like a mere whisper when the words are uttered, but the teen hears them loud and clear, licking up every last drop of the half-assed praise as if his life depended on it. His cheeks turn red, his lips involuntarily quirk up into a sheepish smile, his heart squeezes before beating a mile a minute. No one ever compliments Kaede. It's always insults, complaints, reprimands, always something negative. He's nothing but a sack of garbage for people to kick around and vent out their frustrations. Most of the time he didn't even actively do anything to trigger the abuse, it just happens. Some days, he wonders if he is even a person, or any kind of being deserving of love and respect. But when he hears those kind words, no matter if it's the most sarcastic backhanded compliment, he feels a little hopeful.
Yuno's demand for anything but cereal makes Kaede's heart drop. Does he even have any more edible food in the fridge? The boy turns to the refrigerator and whips the door open, a bit frantic to find something, anything that will please his slave. At the sight of eggs that have yet to reach their expiration date, he sighs in relief. Kaede glances over his shoulder to find Yuno seated at the small table not too far away, staring rather intently. He swallows hard, quickly looking back to the fridge to find more edible food. The coon begins pulling out some eggs, half a carton of milk that is also somehow not expired, a block of cheese, some butter, and his last two pieces of bacon. It's certainly not enough for two people to eat, especially with one of them being a hulking werewolf. But luckily, the boy is content with eating discount oatmeal.
Before Kaede can begin to prepare any of the ingredients, he hears Yuno speaking. The teen slowly turns his body to listen, feeling a sense of dread wash over him at the mention of the werewolf not having any clothes. Goddamnit. Could this get any worse? He brings a hand up to pull at his hair, trying to crunch numbers in his head. He really doesn't have much money, and this isn't quite an emergency worthy of digging into his savings. "I can just wear my jeans 'till then." Kaede instantly looks up and fervently shakes his head, fixing Yuno with a wide-eyed stare. "No," he simply states, his voice steady and commanding. There will be no more of this strange half-naked man shenanigans in his apartment. He will not stand for it.
Kaede turns his back to Yuno once more to continue pondering his finances as he absent-mindedly grabs a frying pan. He's too preoccupied to notice the footsteps behind him until the werewolf is suddenly towering over him. The boy tries to whip around, but the other male's order keeps him frozen in place. Without much warning, large arms are abruptly wrapping around the coon's torso. He tenses, his heart stops, his lungs stutter, he opens his mouth but nothing comes out. This is it. Things just got much worse. Yuno is going to murder him and ransack his apartment and sell everything of value and run off and terrorise the city and turn into a werewolf and eat people. Kaede berates himself, listing off everything he's done wrong, everything he did to deserve this ending: he's weak, he's a drug dealer, he's obnoxious, he's too feminine, he shifts into a ******** raccoon for crying out loud. This demise is justified.
And just like that, nothing happens. Kaede had expected the life to be squeezed out of him, his neck snapped, his sternum broken, anything. But none of it comes. Just...Yuno's arms...around him. Wait, is this a hug? The teens cheeks flare up, and he's certain that the werewolf will be able to feel it. The warmth and musky aroma from this morning return, and it's oddly soothing. No, stop that. This is weird and not right and it needs to stop. Like ten seconds ago. Kaede squirms uncomfortably, trying to release an arm to pry himself free. But then, Yuno is suddenly leaning over him and-- "What the <********> the teen squawks, his voice a few octaves too high. He has absolutely no idea what is going on, assuming that his slave has lost his marbles. His wiggling becomes frantic, like a rat in a snake's grasp. No, no, nope, not today.
Without Kaede even realising it, he can feel a familiar warmth spread through his bones. There are a few sickening cracks, his skin bubbling as if something is moving under it and growing dark as coarse hair begins to cover his body. A few seconds later and there is just a pile of clothes where the boy once stood. His shirt wiggles on the ground before a pointed nose peeks out, nostrils twitching. In a flash, a small furry thing leaps from the pile and darts over the bed. There's a blur of dark brown and black fur before it disappears under the blankets of the bed. This was probably a really bad idea, but Kaede can't always help his transformations. After all of the stress this situation has put him under, he is actually surprised that it took so long for him to finally shift. But that minute sense of accomplishment is immediately dashed by a crushing realisation: when the coon turns back into a human, he'll be naked. Why do things just keep getting worse and worse?
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{[ ooc; oh no worries it was a perfect length! (((: ]}
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2016 1:28 pm
Y U N O xxt h e xx w e r e w o l f
location --Coon Hovelxx mood --So amused!xx company --Kaedexx
142652
Yuno had assumed that Kaede remembered the last things he'd said before he drifted off to sleep in the early hours of the morning. Assumed that he would remember saying those fateful words, 'You'll keep me safe. But clearly he hadn't. If he had remembered, certainly the smaller man would have realized what Yuno was doing, and been grateful at his proactive precautions for warding off potential threats. But instead of gratitude, the werewolf was greeted with... panic. It was a smell he was going to get used to, he could tell. Was Kaede going to freak out every time Yuno touched him or got close? At first, he'd just frozen in his arms, like a baby deer being nosed by a cougar, as if staying perfectly still would fool the predator, make him think twice about eating him. For a moment Yuno thought that maybe, despite being startled like the jumpy little thing that he was, Kaede was going to be sensible. Maybe he'd gotten the gist of it and was just going to hold still and let Yuno do his thing without making a big deal out of it. Buuuut no. Apparently everything had to be a big deal for this kid. So he started squirming in his grasp, like he was trying to escape. Yuno sighed in agitation, squeezing him against his chest just a fraction tighter, rubbing his chin against the top of his head. Honestly, if he just held still like he told him too, things would have been so much easier.
"What the ******** just as Yuno was about to growl at him to quit all of his fussing, the pressure and warmth shrank away and slipped through his arms, leaving the werewolf blinking and hugging himself. His eyes followed the movement down to the pile of clothes on the floor where Kaede had been just a moment before, and couldn't help but be reminded of the scene in that old movie where the evil mage melted when someone poured water on her. Had he missed something here? Was Kae some kind of race that disintegrated when touched too much? Maybe that was why he freaked out when he woke up? Wait, no, all of that was stupid and none of it made sense. But even as Yuno tried to make sense of it, a tiny, twitching nose poked out of the wad of clothing that used to be his master. And just like that, a fuzzy little raccoon bolted out and away, scurrying off and disappearing underneath the bed. Yuno stood blinking for a moment, looking from the bed to the clothes, to the bed again.
Kaede.... freaked out.... panicked.... turned into a raccoon.... and was hiding under the couch.
For a moment, all Yuno could do was stare.
Then he couldn't breathe.
He was laughing too hard.
"BAA HA HA HAHAHAHAHA HA! OH MY ******** GOD! HA HAHA, Y-YOU--! YOU TURNED INTO-! AAAH! OH MY GOD I CAN'T BREATHE, AAAH HA HA HA HA HA HA!!" Doubling over in uproarious laughter, Yunos booming voice filled up the entirety of the small apartment. He clutched at his sides, his wounded arm slipping out of its sling. He sank to his knees, cackling with laughter rolling off of him in waves, seemingly endlessly. "W-WHAT WERE YOU TRYNA DO-!? HA HA HA HA! i CAN'T, I CAN'T--PFFT!" Every time Yuno tried to speak, he was just overcome with another wave of laughter, until his face was all read, tears rolled down his cheeks, and he was gasping for breath on the floor, as if someone had knocked the wind out of him. He must have laughed for a good three minutes before he finally conducted himself enough to breathe again. He pulled himself up off of the floor, still giggling at intervals, and walked over to the bed. "Hoo, man, heh heh. I haven't laughed like that since Tacks tossed the Lion into the pit with the water mage. C'mon outta there you stupid little s**t." With a grin he got on his hands and knees, reaching one long arm under the bed until he felt his fingers brush against soft, warm fur. He grabbed up a handful of fur and skin in one hand, and dragged Kaede out from under the bed easily. Once he was out, Yuno pulled himself up into a sitting position on the floor, and plopped the raccoon in his lap, keeping a hand on his neck so that he wouldn't bolt again. He grinned wolfishly down at his little master, even littler now.
"Heh, I was wondering what you smelled like. A raccoon metamorphose, huh? That's pretty ******** cute." He lazily rubbed the tiny creatures head. He'd never actually pet a raccoon before, although he had been bitten by one once. "Now what the hell was the freakout for, Kae? I was just trying to get my smell on you, for ******** sake. You think anyone with a nose is gonna wanna mess with ya if you stink like a werewolf? Seriously, I get the personal space thing, but don't you think yer bein a lil' touchy?" But despite the gruff words, Yuno was smiling down at him, stroking one tiny ear lazily with his thumb. Geez, it was so soft. The werewolf chuckled again, seeming immensely pleased with the whole situation.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 11:53 pm
❝i wanna ℓσѵє ץσυ, but something's ρυℓℓιɳɢ ɱє αωαץ from you..
jesus is ɱץ ѵιяȶυє, judas is the ɗєɱσɳ i cling to..❞ As soon as Kaede hid his little furry self, he was at a complete loss of what to do next. He clearly didn't plan this through. Well, to be fair, he hadn't planned to morph into a raccoon at all. Suddenly turning into a smaller, hairier, more detestable form of himself is almost never at the top of his list of things to do. But, obviously, his body had different plans for him today; completely and utterly humiliating himself was just one of those plans. As the puffy raccoon cowers under the covers, he's too preoccupied with his anxious thoughts to even think about Yuno until boisterous laughter breaks the tense silence. Kaede actually jumps a bit before quivering under the deafening sound of his slave's chortles. What is so <********> funny about all of this? The werewolf must be insane, he has to be. After that weird display of affection or whatever the ******** it was, and now this terrifying laughter, it only points to one conclusion. Kaede feels his stomach churn, regretting everything he has done in the past twenty-four hours. He should have never agreed to go to the fighting pits, never should have bet against that pale fairy a*****e, and when he won, he should have refused to take Yuno home, should have just left the psychotic brawler at the arena where he belongs. That man is absolutely ******** bonkers, insane, out of his mind, unsafe. And if he's going to be a nutjob, he should just get it done and over with. Kaede would rather he just be murdered in one fell swoop and not have to endure the torture of that cackling or the building of anxiety and his inevitable death -- it's worse than any pain he's felt before.
Through the manic laughter, Kaede can decipher a few breathless words. It all just sounds like crazy jibberish to the raccoon, not understanding the context of Yuno's statements. Still, the boy allows himself to peek out from the bed, just in time to watch the werewolf settle down a bit and the room grow eerily silent after that rowdy display. His beady eyes dart to the door, trying to decide if he could scurry fast enough to escape. But, wait, the door knob...and the deadbolt. No, it won't do. There is no way he would be able to deal with those in this state. When Kaede's eyes turn back to Yuno, the lumbering fighter is approaching, and he instinctively shrinks back under the bed. 'No, no, oh ********> no.' The footsteps come closer and closer, and the teen can feel his muscles ache as he tenses up, every hair standing on end. He squeezes his eyes shut as he tries to come to terms with what is to come. This is it. He's finally actually going to die.
The hand that grabs Kaede's scruff is surprisingly gentle, but in his panicked state, all he registers is that he's being dragged out from his hiding place. A pathetic squeak escapes the coon's throat as he is rendered unable to move. As he's lifted, he opens his eyes to look at the amused grin plastered across Yuno's face and immediately regrets it. In his absolutely terrified mindset, Kaede just sees the Grim Reaper smirking maliciously down at him. He tries to squirm, but finds it useless as the werewolf holds onto the tuff of skin and fur at the back of his neck. Curse this stupid form with its impracticality. The only thing being a raccoon metamorphose is good for is stealing s**t. And digging through trash. That's it. Raccoons aren't particularly fast, or small, or stealthy for that matter. They're certainly not big or strong or threatening in any manner. Raccoons are nearly worthless, just like Kaede. He allows himself to be maneuvered into Yuno's lap and opts to remain complacent. There's no point in struggling when he's already in the monster's jaws.
"A raccoon metamorphose, huh? That's pretty ******** cute."
Kaede tenses at the comment, trying to find the mocking sarcasm hidden in those words. But he comes up with nothing. Yuno doesn't actually mean that, does he? Well, the werewolf is insane anyway, what does it matter what he thinks? Still, the boy can't help the bubbly warmth that spreads through his tiny frame. If he were still human and fleshy, he would certainly be as red as a tomato. No one ever sincerely calls him cute. Usually whenever someone uses that term to describe Kaede, they're making fun of him, trying to put him down and emasculate him. But he doesn't get that from Yuno. The hand that softly pets him is oddly soothing, and the raccoon can't help melting into the touch. It feels so damn nice. So nice that he can easily forget about having been terrified for his life just a few moments ago. Kaede tilts his head back to listen to the werewolf explain himself, and he promptly feels like a total dunce. Oh. Of course that's what the other male was trying to do. But, wait, why?
In this form, it's impossible for Kaede to verbally communicate outside of little squeaks or hisses. However, he can't just shift back into a human as he lies in Yuno's lap. That would be-- he would rather just die than have that happen. Yet, the boy feels like he needs to respond somehow, let the werewolf know that some warning before getting all grabby would be appreciated. After living entirely on his own for so long to being constantly assaulted by a half-naked man is extremely weird and unsettling. Speaking of which...Kaede is curled up right over Yuno's crotch and pressed up against his bare stomach and thighs. Yep, he would like to just die right now. Instead, the coon squirms a bit, turning his head and lifting his paws to grab onto the hand touching him. He repositions himself on his back and pushes the werewolf's hand away with a quiet hiss. After a bit more uncoordinated movement, Kaede scampers onto the floor and gives Yuno a hard stare. He sits on his hind legs and shakes his head furiously, trying to convey his feelings about being touched without permission. This would be so much easier if he hadn't shifted.
Without warning, Kaede turns and scurries off to the bathroom. It only takes a few moments for him to turn into a human again and swiftly yank the door shut to wallow in his self-pity. He lets out a disgruntled sigh, pressing his back to the door and sliding his naked body down to the floor. "Yuno?" he calls through the wooden barrier. "Can you....can you bring me my clothes?" The boy's tone is all sorts of sad and pathetic, not trying to hide just how embarrassed he feels about this whole thing. If Yuno would just be more considerate, more sensitive to Kaede's social ineptness, this wouldn't have happened. Then again, how would the werewolf have known that his master has a social skill level of zero? The teen clears his throat before speaking again. "I'm sorry I freaked out on you. Twice." There's a silence before he continues. "If you couldn't tell by now, I'm not used to being around people. So...uh...just-- just let me know...like before you...you touch me. Okay?"
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{[ ooc; don't fret! your posts arent short at all emotion_bigheart ]}
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2016 6:28 pm
Y U N O xxt h e xx w e r e w o l f
location --Coon Hovelxx mood --So amused!xx company --Kaedexx
142652
Watching the raccoon squirming in his lap, Yuno couldn't help but smirk, cocking his head to one side as Kae pushed his hand away with a hiss. Raccoons had sharp little teeth, he knew that from experience. And despite their tiny size, they could be really vicious when they were scared or riled up. When he was younger, Yuno thought he could catch one, thinking they were just fat, helpless little trash burglars. He'd gotten a nasty surprise when the coon he snatched up mauled the s**t out of him, leaving deep gouges in his forearms and a few across his neck and chest. A few of them even lingered as scars, counting among the many littered along his dark skin, but of course these days he couldn't distinguish which scars came from where. He let his hands be pushed back, and found himself a little surprised at how soft the palms of Kaes raccoon paws were, so tiny and warm. With a smirk, Yuno let his master scramble out of his lap, all puffy fur and tiny hisses. He watched, half amused and half confused, as the raccoon sat on the floor across from him and shook his head, to which Yuno just shrugged helplessly. He had no idea what that was supposed to mean. He'd always been kinda s**t at playing charades. But he gathered that he was, at least, communicating disapproval.
He made no effort to stop the fuzzy creature that was his master as he scampered quickly away, disappearing into the bathroom. Yuno chuckled again, shaking his sore head and pulling himself up onto his feet again. His muscles were sore everywhere from the fights the night before, and he could feel the wound on his shoulder burning, as well as his head, which still throbbed every time he moved too quickly. In a few days he would be well enough to function normally, even if his shoulder gave him trouble for a few more months. But the following week the full moon was coming up, and in the days following that he would be completely indisposed and useless, a suffering, writhing mass of flesh, dead to the world around him. He thought again about the sealed room Kaede had mentioned below the apartment, and hoped that it was as sturdy as his master seemed to think it was. All the moreso knowing that Kaedes shifted form was a little raccoon. He never remembered much of his time transformed, but he was fairly certain that werewolf Yuno would look at him and only see a chewtoy. But, to be fair, it seemed that most things were chewtoys to his werewolf self.
Yuno tended to regard his werewolf state as a completely separate entity, a stranger whose habits and deeds he knew of only secondhand, relayed to him by witnesses who had seen the beast. He knew that the werewolf, his wolf, had killed people. Ten, at least, but maybe as many as fifty. Granted, Yuno himself had killed as well, but only three. He was fortunate in that Tacks seldom ever entered him into death ring matches, and more fortunate in that he'd won the singular round he had been in. He supposed he ought to count himself most fortunate that Kae had won him before he was entered in them again. He wouldn't have to enter them ever again, now. The idea was still a little mind-boggling to Yuno, that he could choose whether or not he fought. As long as he had been able to remember, fighting, destroying, tearing apart... those had been the sole purposes for which he existed. He would almost have felt incomplete if he were to stop fighting completely. Did that make him a messed up person? Yuno could still describe the faces of the people he'd killed while human. But he wasn't even sure how many his wolf had killed. He knew that at least twice, Tacks had unleashed that monster in the rings, and that at least once, he'd been drugged at the same time. There was no telling how many slaves like himself had been tossed into the ring with him and left in pieces, or nothing more than smears of red against dirty walls. But Yuno had decided that Kae was his, and that he was going to protect him. That meant protecting him from the wolf as well.
As he wondered about how to best go about asking Kae if he really knew what he'd gotten himself into, his masters pathetic little voice piped up from the closed bathroom door.
"Yuno?"
The werewolf had to admit, there was something endearingly pleasant about being called by his name. He hated it when Tacks always called him 'Fluffy.' "Can you....can you bring me my clothes?" He chuckled again and shook his head, plodding over to the crumpled pile of cloth on the kitchen floor, plucking them up and tossing them over one arm. He thumbed the clothes, plucking the shirt from the wad and sniffing it tentatively. Since Kaede slept in it, his smell was particularly strong on the garment. With a furative sideways glance to assure that Kae was still in the bathroom, he spread out the clothes on the bed as his master kept talking.
"I'm sorry I freaked out on you. Twice." Yuno nodded, spreading out the shirt, jacket, pants, oh, was that his underwear? That too, so that it all lay spread out and flat. When he was satisfied, he flopped down on top of them and started rubbing his entire body vigorously over every inch of them, like a dog that had just gotten a bath, trying to dry itself on the carpet. "If you couldn't tell by now, I'm not used to being around people. So...uh...just-- just let me know...like before you...you touch me. Okay?" Yuno gave the whols spread one more good roll before turning onto his belly and sniffing them again. They still smelled a lot like Kae, but Yuno had a pretty strong scent, and since he hadn't showered since the fight, the smell of his blood and sweat compounded the effect. Satisfied, he scooped the clothes up again and plodded over to the bathroom.
"All right, apology accepted. I'm pretty tempted to make you come out here and get your clothes yourself, though, so take 'em before I change my mind." He said, holding the clothes out to the closed door, anticipating Kaede reaching out to take them. "But you should know, it's gonna be an adjustment period. I'm used to roughing with the other ringers pretty much all the time, and touching was really casual. Plus, you know, the more you let me touch you, the easier it will be. Like I said, no one wants to get near someone that smells like a werewolf. O'course, there are even better ways to get my smell on you quickly, but you won't like those. So."
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