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Few people know the feeling one gets when a gun is cocked less than a foot from their head. Even fewer love that feeling. I love that feeling Kouga loved that feeling. A one on one staring contest with a barrel that seems to go on for miles. It seems fitting that staring down this dark, endless tunnel, one might expect to see the great white light to take them straight to hell; yes, hell. There was no salvation at this point. Not for Kouga, and certainly not for me. There I stood, perking my brow over the top of the sight, looking into the eyes of the man I once called my brother. In his paw a blade, pressed neatly to the tip of my throat and shining brightly in what little light there was. It was no more a twitch of the finger as the flick of a wrist which could kill ether one of us. "Smile;" I said, "Wait for the flash. . ." An evil grin crossed his lips and I knew matched my own. There we stood in the middle of this dimly lit room, surrounded by glowing neon and gripping the handles of our only lifelines. Finally it happens, a blinding light, the stiff chill, and of course, the rush. But I'm getting a little ahead of myself.

In the back alleys of a small, unimportant town in the outer lands of Norway; somewhere around 23 years ago, a woman's baby was taken from her. That was me, Ryvin Jie. My names the only thing I have left from my mother. Don't ask me what happened to her, all I know is shes long gone and that baby was given up to the mercy of the dogs. No I don't mean it was left for dead, I mean the 6th street dogs. A tight family of wild dogs, mostly jackals, that ran the town. They had a choke hold on the city since far before I was born, and now I belonged to them. I often wonder what my mother did that they would do what they did, but in all honesty, by the age they told me, I was slightly detached from the idea. The dogs raised me, they trained me to fight, they schooled me on the world and made sure I grew up knowing how to live. This has been the only family I've ever known and with my childhood, it helps to have family.

Children are unaware how lucky they are. They don't have worries like bills, angst, stress, and they definitely don't have fear like adults do. When your a child, the closet monster makes you wet your bed, but you'd never think to be deathly afraid of a whole family. That's because we don't mess with children, which made my childhood even harder without my family's protection. My mother was a bright pink rabbit and of course that made me the same. Imagine growing up in a family of jackals as a pink bunny. Ya get teased for a while. After about 5 years of getting my ass kicked on the playground and kindergarten, I decided it was time to stop getting stepped on.

When I was in third grade, I met the only other member of the dogs like me. A tiny black kitten named Kouga. It didn't take long for us to become friends. He was always so somber, the quiet type who simply sat and watched the rest of the kids play. I met him when he beat up the bluejay who had me in a sleeper hold. He was the only person to stick up for me. We didn't get to see each other much at school, but we always trained together in the dojo. He was the only person my age who didn't want me to suffer simply for being small and pink. But plenty did, and it was clear to say he wouldn't be around to protect me forever. It was only two years before he was shipped off to japan of all places to train abroad. Apparently the higher ups in the family had plans for him. Once again I was on my own, and it wouldn't be long before I show the family my own potential.

Fifth grade was the first time I took a life, and it was completely unintentional...sort of. I was on the slide and the second I stood up out of the sand I was pushed into the mud by some little hyena boy behind me who thought it would be funny to stain my fur. . . I'm a child, I'm a rabbit, I like my fur. . . As I lay in the mud, my thoughts race to the past 5 years. I had been beaten, pushed, teased, spat on, just about all forms of torture that the sick twisted mind of a child could come up with to make me feel miserable. I wondered what they fear at night; if maybe they made the boogey man cry for help tied upside down hanging from the monkey bars. Well not me, not anymore. I got up and turned around to the sickening sound of the hyenas annoying laugh, pointing and cackling at my humiliation. "The wittle pink bunny's all bwrown now!" His words coursed through my mind, making me all the angrier and before I knew it my paws were around his throat.

I had been fighting in the family dojo for about 2 years now and I knew enough to take care of trash like this. I pulled his neck down enough for his ugly maw to meet my knee and on recoil, I kicked him square in his fat, spotted face. It was already bleeding form my knee. The kids around us had been cheering for a fight by now and their cheering turned quickly to screams when the kid landed on the edge of the slide. Those edges were apparently too sharp, and the little shit broke his neck form the force I kicked him with. It took me a while to register, all I knew was no one was going to think I'm a harmless little bunny ever again.

The family didn't like my little stunt with the hyena, but they saw my potential that day. From then on I was home schooled and the dogs made sure my fighting was as fatal as my intellect. Life seemed to get better when I was taken away from the other kids. I learned how to smile for once and I learned how to control my anger. When I was 13 I became the family scout. A collector of names, money, and information for the family from those who owed it. When the usual scouts found a job to be uncooperative, they sent me in. This wasn't my ideal job, but the pay and the respect was great. Kouga had been back for a few days when I went on my first real assignment. It didn't take long before I came back with a nice payday and a few new stains on my fur. Of course he had a plethora of jokes for me coming in. We shared a room, seeing as the family knew how well we worked together. It was the year I got my only friend back, and things seemed they would finally start going my way. It was also the year Kouga and I were allowed into high school.

Kouga had learned much from his venture to Japan. He was already a wicked fighter from the young age I met him, but after learning true martial arts, as well as how to wield a sword, I'm glad he was on my side. He taught me as much as he could in the dojo, but he always ended up besting me at fighting anyway. When he came back we pretty much conjoined to the hip. He came with me on my work, and I on his. Before long we were considered one unit and if someone had enough need to call us, they didn't intend on seeing their target again. I was raised as a gunfighter and he as a sword fighter, the combination left a river of blood and no one alive to ever identify us. Outside of work, we were pretty normal. Aside from dressing like we were just coming from a meeting. Our clothing was far from average. I usually wore a black suit with a white tie. I always pulled my ears back with my hair; I thought it looked cool and I was never seen without sunglasses. Kouga always wore his red suit with a black tie. His hair was always over his eyes; it was clear he had an Asian influence, he looked like a glam rocker through high school. We were the only teenagers who wore suits tot he mall, but the ladies loved it, especially Kouga, but he wasn't the sort to care what the ladies thought. We were both pretty lithe for males, and it didn't take Einstein to guess why we didn't like the girls at our school. I would find one who caught my attention from time to time, but Kouga only seemed interested in other guys. It never bothered me, I was the same in most aspects. At some times people thought we were attached at more than the hip, but I'll never tell. We were dangerous there was no doubt, but every once in a while, we'd talk about the future. We knew we weren't going to be able to kill forever. . . We wanted to be normal kids, but it wasn't much more than a bull session now and again, in the big picture, we had it made.

Sigh I wish I could say this went on forever, but what kind of liar would that make me? When we were 17 Kouga disappeared. The family didn't seem interested or even verbal about it. It's as if they didn't even know Kouga. I remember so vividly walking into my room and seeing the place ransacked. All of Kouga's most important things were gone. More importantly, he was gone... There was no question who did it. It was the East City Katz, a group of yakuza-themed mobsters. Kouga was the son of Yun, the head of their family when Mannie, the head of our family kidnapped him and bought him to me. It's obvious they took him back and I was angry enough to go get him alone. I ran for days, hopping every train, car, or anything I could use to find him, but after Six months, there was no luck. My best friend had been taken from me again.

I was punished for coming back. I never knew why, but I didn't like it. The family whipped me and told me I was a traitor for seeking him out, but wouldn't tell me the meaning behind it. Needless to say, I had had enough of this. I burst through the main hall with my favorite guns. With one swift line I tore the hallway apart, firing shots is if each one was limitless; riddling anyone I saw form head to toe in pain before letting them bleed to death. If anyone got closer than two feet form me I broke their neck and if anyone dared to fire back I made sure they would suffer most. Jin, the doberman muscle of my adopted father Mannie, managed to get by and land a hit... sadly for him, I kept his fist. After grabbing the guys wrist, I brought my foot across his drooling face, looped over his arm to twist it as I kicked and once my other foot was in the air, I brought it down like a guillotine and broke his arm. After the nice yelp of pain I loved and savored so much, I put my barrel to his wrist and blew the bitch clean off. Once I got through the doorway it was only one quick shot before mannie was out of the picture. From that moment on, I knew I was alone. I left the corpses of my fathers men in the building when I burned it. Leaving behind my life in search of my best friend and brother. Swearing I'd find who kidnapped him.

I spent the next four years alone, fighting for hire and trying to hide form the few remnants of the family I left behind. Turns out my Uncle lost a lot when I killed the empire my father had built and he aimed to make me pay. He almost got his wish. One night I was almost caught by surprise when a woman in black snuck into the motel room I had been staying in. I saw pointy feline ears and drew my gun. She didn't move, not even blink. "Ryvin" She said, her voice was so seductive, so careless of the gun to her head I almost flinched. "I know where to find your friend." Alright, this time I flinched. I holstered my gun and glared at her, not having to say a single word. It turns out, Kouga hadn't been kidnapped. He had defected to his true family, having killed one of father's men, he fled tot he city of Proteus to find his birth family. This feline.. a cougaress named Kit, told me everything about where id find him and off I went to Proteus.

Here is where you met me, cold, slightly nervous for the first time in my life, face to face with the best friend I had never forgotten. I was almost shaking...almost. The blade chaffed my throat as we glared. My eyes were showing slightly over my glasses and my body was perfectly straight with my gun outstretched to his forehead while he himself was sprawled out, crouching and limberly stretching his paw out, ready to slit my throat with a single twitch. "Smile," I said, "Wait for the flash. . ." Then, as I mentioned before, the blinding light, the quick click and it was over. . . . .

"ALRIGHT BOYS, Thats a wrap! Great job!." Kit's voice rang over the loud speaker, the shoot was finally over. I wrapped my arm around Kougas neck and drug him over to lunch. Yes, it turns out, Kouga had went to Proteus to kill his father and escape the bloody life we lead. On his way out, he found a Katz's spy in the house and had no problem killing him. Kouga was a smart cat. He was deadly, and it was no secret he was adorable. The only flaw the boy had is not telling anyone around him what he thought. The night he left the bloody footsteps in the hallway of my father's den, he hadnt once thought about taking me with him." It was merely an impulse" He said, "Would you have not stopped me?..." He had me...I did love the perks, but I was tired of the work.

Once he reached the city he Mimicked my actions on his own father and met kit completely by accident. She gave him a job and now he lives here at this club..Furpleasure... When I got here, he convinced me this life was so much more peaceful than the hell I used to thrive in.. How could I say no to that face... So here I stay, now a manager, a dear friend of the lady in charge, and best of all, back to a more normal life with my long time friend. I even feel a special. . . electricity in the air. We don't really wear the suits anymore.. I like baggy clothes , Kouga though.. he prefers straps and leather...Like I said...were not quite the same. For now though. . . . we're still family.