Hunter's Game Chapter 4
Uhhhgh! Dammit dammit dammit! I hate my damn computer. four chapters written, four DAMNED chapters eaten! After working frantically, I was able to re-write chapter four. More chapters to come, with five being uploaded in the very near future! Smut's soooo much easier to write.
Regardin' typos, sorry. M'computer's on its lasts legs, but I got a new one picked out, so I'll kill this one, and soon be typin' on a shiny new Apple!
/glorious angelic fanfare
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Hunter's Game
Chapter 4
Tutorial-Part 2
~Dante Baer, the Responsible One~
"So how'd you do it Stray? They were keeping us under lock and key, so it couldn't have been easy." Dante asked, a hint of happiness in his voice. Truth be told, he also had hated being under such heavy surveilance. Sure, they had given him books to read, allowed him to watch television and let him have talks with his guards. People had suffered worse incarceration, but for the first two days, the guards hadn't even let them see eachother. Stray only read certain kinds of books-and even then they had to catch his attention from the get go-didn't care for television too much, and despite his playful ramblings, wasn't the greatest at small talk. Though that didn't seem to be a problem. From what he had overheard from the guards, Stray had been throwing fits to see the rest of them, and had to be sedated often. He must've spent at least two-thirds of the time they were separated drugged up. Finally when they decided that the four of them weren't a threat and let them be together, the bastard had just strolled in like they had seen eachother fifteen minutes beforehand. Despite this, Dante knew Stray was happy when it happened. His eyes had lit up, eyebrows raised slightly, and stayed that way for the entire two hours.
Stray just shrugged as they walked down the sidewalk, furs of all kinds from the animal kingdom staring warily at the pair, giving them a wide berth. He lifted his arms up, groaning as he streched to the sky, then suddenly slammed his hands into his pockets. "We-e-e-e-ell D, It weren't easy." He drawled, grinning mischeviously at his large friend. Dante simply HATED it when Stray spoke in a way that couldn't be described by anything other than podunk, though he did have a southern accent that flowed freely normally. That he didn't mind, but when Stray tripled it, that's when he got irritated. "I couldn't do nothin' 'til they got us in th'house-which I jus' gotta admit I was gonna book it, sorry. But then I met our chafer-"
"Chauffer."
"To-may-toh, To-mah-toh! Anywho, m'gaydar went nuts." Dante just looked at his friend with a blank look on his face. The young man was good at guessing things like this, but that was with humans. How had he done it with a fur? "But h-" Dante began, Stray interrupting him without missing a beat. "Earlier t'day Julie was wearing a sports bra 'n tight short shorts, sweating like crazy from her-" Stray came to a sudden halt, his eyes intently focused a few yards in front of them. Dante slowed and looked at what had caught his friend's attention. It was an elderly fur-a tabby cat trying to hail a cab. She had in her hand a foam cup, a tea bag label hanging out, a, open-air cafe right behind her. There must've been dozens of cabs whizzing by, but none paid her any mind, and to top it all off, those around her who did the same were met with immediate attention. Dante groaned in irritation as Stray reached behind his head and pulled up his hat and placed it on his head-hiding a viscious glare, trotting over to the woman with a purpose, following close behind.
~Stray, the Impulsive One~
It was just ridiculous! The lady had been overlooked three, maybe four times! Didn't anyone in this damned world have any manners?! If a man wanted something done, he had to do it himself. " 'Scuse me, needin' a hand ma'am?" He said politely three feet away from the woman, stopping and tipping his hat in respect. She turned to meet him, face one of joy until she saw him, then it became one of wary caution, leaning away from the young man. "OH! Um, no thank you, I-I'll just walk from h-" she began, before Stray started to shake his head. "Naw ma'am, a refined lady such as yerself shouldn't be tirin' yerself out! Please, allow me." She let down her guard a little and began to stand straight once more, a few furs coming closer, thinking that he was harrassing the lady. Out of the corner of his eye, Stray could see Dante stepping up and raised his hands, trying to calm them. Without any warning or hesitation he stepped into the street and waited, staring down and oncoming taxi cab. The yellow car screeched to a halt, a male pigeon rolling down the window in anger.
"What the fuck do ya think you're doin' dumbass?! I dunno how the hell they do things where you're from, but WE don't walk in the fuckin' street here punk!" Strays face drained of emotion, his head lowering slightly, a shadow being cast over his eyes, giving him an intimidating appearance. He stared at the cab driver for a moment, before he became a bright ball of sunshine. "Jus' callin' a cab mister fer th'fine lady right over here!" He said, motioning to the elderly tabby, her face the image of shock and surprise. "She's been there for maybe three or four minutes, tryin' her damndest t'get a cab, but them bastards jus' left her by her lonesome, takin' everyone else!" The cab driver looked at the woman then back at Stray. "So fuckin' what?" He said looking in his rearview for oncoming cars, relieved there were none. They all were stopped back at the light of Jefferson and Victory. "So fuckin' what? So FUCKIN' what?! So what iffin' that was yer mama! Would y'want her t'be treated like that?"
"No one would DARE fuckin' treat my mom like that kid!"
Stray shrugged and backed up a step. "Well, she's someone's mama, maybe even a granmama, an' I bet they'd want her t'be treated with th'same respect y'show yer mama." A smile played on his lips as the driver beckoned the woman to cab, allowing her to get in. The woman smiled gratefully at Stray as he stepped back onto the sidewalk, the cab speeding away. He turned to an awe-struck Dante and bowed slightly. "An' thus, a kind act in a cold world." he said plainly, tipping his hat off his head, its strings catching his neck to hand freely down his back.He ran a hand through his hair and stopped at the back of his head, scratching it fiercely for a moment with a dumb look on his face before he stopped and looked at his friend, smirking.
~Dante Baer, the Responsible One
Groaning and turning around, Dante walked toward the open-air cafe, his eyes scanning for an open table. It was always like that. If Stray saw something he didn't like, he fixed it, wether people wanted it or not. A crusader without a cause-though in Dante's own opinion, Stray just wanted attention. Though, most of the time his heart was in the right place, and his crusades usually had good results. Sometimes one good deed could brighten someone's day, though Stray hadn't even given the woman a choice. He'd also made a scene. Stray just wasn't thinking. They all were in a strange world, constantly observed by scrutinising eyes. They were-in a nutshell-the representatives of the human race. They had to act as such, and obstructing traffic for one woman wasn't the way to go about it. "I'm thirsty." Dante said simply, bottling his irritation away for a later day. Seeing a table near the cafe entrance Dante walked over and sat down, stray following close behind. Dante's eyes surveyed the other cafe patrons, who were whispering to one another, pointing at the pair. Dante straightened his posture, while Stray leaned his seat back and kicked his feet up onto the table and crossed them. His arms dangled limply as he looked to his friend.
"D, buddy! Such a fine lil gentleman, treatin' yer buddy Stray to a a nice, BIG meal. Why, it ain't even apparent yer irked with me." He said normally, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. "...Dante. Y'shouldn't be holdin' it in." Dante looked over at his friend with a bit of disgust. He was trying to get Dante to scold him, like a little god damned child that needed to be taught wrong from right, over..AND OVER again. "Y'got beef, grill th'steak. You'll giver yerself an ulcer or somethin' iffin' ya repress everythin'..."
"Stray, I'm not mad, it's just I feel that the situation couldn't been dealt with in a different manner. We have a responsibility-greater than either of us-and it doesn't mat-" KA-THUNK! Stray's boots hit the concrete as he stood up and stretched for the sky, grunting in pleasure as endorphins filled his muscles. "Stay here D, gotta piss real quick. Lucky I didn't go in m'pants when that taxi almost hit me!!" he said loudly, trotting off into the cafe, leaving Dante gritting his teeth in controlled anger.
~Stray~
"Uuuuuuugh, gotta piss, gotta piss, gotta piss..." Stray muttered to himself as he entered the cafe and gave it a quick once-over with his eyes. Spotting the restroom in the corner, he rushed over and shoved the door open. He really did have to go, but it was also a good conversation ender. It was a tender situation-one Stray wasn't cut out for. As he entered the restroom, he grunted in disbelief at what he saw. All three urinals were taken! He rushed past the urinals and tried the stall on the far end of the restroom.
"Occupado." a voice said as he stopped in front of the door, causing the young man to do an about face and try the stall next to it. Luckily, it was availible. Locking the door behind him, he undid his pants and belt, and let loose with a relieved sigh. Taking a piss shouldn't have felt this good. He closed his eyes and let his thoughts wander as his bladder emptied. Why HAD they been brought here? Why THEM, and not some of the other 80 billion or whatever that lived in their world? What were the chances that he would've been brought here with his best friends-treasured like family? Were divine forces at work, or overly-complicated science? If the roles had been reversed, how would his own government handled it? In fact, were their own run-ins with this worlds government-or governments for that matter-over? Thinking about it caused Stray's head to hurt. He tried to think about something else, but to no avail. But then, something hit his foot. Looking down, Stray saw a white and black splotched, sandaled paw-or was it a foot? Stray shook his head. '
'Ponderin' too much again. Furries got paws. But it's like a-GAH! SHUT! UP! BRAIN!'
Thinking it was an accident, Stray tucked himself back into his pants and began to zip up when the footpaw his his own booted foot once more.
"Hey! Buddy! Wanna give me a hand here?"
Grinning mischeviously, Stray unzipped his pants once more....
To be continued........