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Holy crap. First off, i wanna apologise for taking so damn long! Things have been happening. But anyway, the third chapter is up. Sorry to anyone who was actually looking forward to this...

Ok, look, i worked hard on this one, so i'm asking everyone to please give it a chance, even if it has no yiff. It's also a bit slow in the beggining, but it picks up, promise. Lastly, to anyone who's decided to read this looking for yiff, read the first two chapters. I pumped them full of the nasty stuff. And after this chapter, the next one will START OFF with a yiffy scene, just so i can make it up to you for not having any here. Comments are very welcome, i believe i can only learn through criticism.

Well, Onyx and all other characters belong to ME. I failed to mention that before...not that anyone cares. But yea, copyright ME. Mine alone! Mwahaha...yea...so anyway...enjoy.

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Onyx let out a battle cry as he punched hard into the punching bag that hung in his apartment. He wore no shirt and his muscles flexed painfully and tiredly. He had worked out all day. He sent flurry after flurry of punches to the bag; swiftly, ferociously, and accurately. One would feel fear creep onto them even if they just watched Onyx train. He had been training harder ever since a he got his job at the Ivy Paw a week ago as a bouncer alongside Ajax, the mysterious white tiger. The bar was owned by Caine, a foreigner from somewhere far. There were three waitresses; Catherine, Onyx's lover. Marla, Catherine's best friend, and Ivory, whom Onyx hadn't even seen yet.

But despite his new life and great job, Onyx had not forgotten his other life. He couldn't turn away from it now. He roamed the streets at night, ferreting out decite and injustice, bringing those that hurt others for being something they can't help, to their doomes. It was dark business, but Onyx was not, and is not, by any means, a good guy or super hero. He's a good guy, sure, but he does good things in bad ways; and With no mercy for those who deserve none.

Onyx had the night off from work tonight, to his immense pleasure. That night, the black panther put on his black coat with the high collar and the hood that hung over his face, casting a shadow over his cold visage. Only his deep green eyes could be seen, and even those were mostly hidden.

Onyx opened his window and climbed out, scaling the wall of the apartment building and hopping onto the roof and standing on the edge, looking over the gloomy cityscape with its dull yellow and blue lights and a tall building here and there. He lowered his hood from his head and lifted his chin slightly, closing his eyes and breathing deep. He had been trained by someone highly skilled during his childhood, and his hearing and sight were top notch, even more-so than other anthros.

His ears pricked this way and that, listening for any disturbance. Onyx picked up the sounds of a mugging...between two humans. No matter, furless monkey problems can be solved by other furless monkeys. Onyx kept his hearing up until...

Bingo. Just what he was looking for. The sounds were quite far, but Onyx could faintly hear the tussling of two figures. He could feel the vibrations of their voices and movements. But something was different. It seemed that an anthro...was oppressing a human.

"God damn it, make the rest of us look bad, will you...?!" Onyx thought as he opened his eyes and pulled up his hood, dropping off the front of the building and ran deftly down the wall, then pushed off of it hard, sailing upward at an angle, over a small building and landing in an alley. He then started his sprint through the city streets and alleys towards the source of the problem.

Onyx stayed to the shadows, avoiding the eyes of any person who might have been out. It was farther than he thought, about 5 blocks. Onyx was glad to see that his hearing had improved.

He eventually made it to the scene of the crime, but had noticed all sound had stopped. He was too late to see what had happened. It had happened in an old hardware store; long abandoned. Onyx wondered why it hadn't been destroyed already, but it DID look like a good spot to take someone to mug them. Or kill them. The store was very desolate looking, and very errie in the quiet and fog of the night, especially since a crime had happened here. Anyone could be nearby...

Onyx quietly stepped up to the door, which was wooden framed, with a large pane of glass down its inside. He looked through it, wiping the dust off first, and saw nothing but dark. His eyes could detect no movement. His ears picked up no sound. Which normally would be good, but something told Onyx that the silence held danger. He wished he could hear something. He looked at the metal handle, seeing that it had not been disturbed, and still had a good amount of dust on it.

Onyx slowly pulled the door open, which creaked the entire time, sending chills down his neck and grating on his nerves in the dead silence. When he finally got it open, Onyx stepped inside into the dust and dirt filled air of the store. Along with these, was the scent of blood. Onyx kept his paws held in front of him in case of a confrontation. he stepped farther inside, passing some old cardboard stands holding pamplets and candy, and looked down one of the isles, which was filled with a few old power tools here and there, but most had been moved out with the owner. Onyx checked the next one down, and his heart skipped a beat.

A massive shape had rushed past his vision, hurtling over his shoulder. Onyx whipped around and fell to one knee, his head lowered and his paws held out offensively in front of him. He saw two deep set eyes and a snarling muzzle lined with glistening teeth. It was only two feet off the ground. It was a stray dog. Onyx chuckled and stood up, and the dog barked, running away through the way Onyx came in. But Onyx stopped in his tracks when something shiny caught his eye. A trail of blood was following the dog, from it's mouth. It had been feeding. Onyx slowly turned back towards the isle the dog came from, and saw a large mass of darkness at the end of the isle, contrasting the darkness around it. Onyx stepped toward it with a quick stride, having a good idea what it was. He kneeled by it and the scent of blood was overwhelming. It made his head swoon and got him excited, but regardless, he shook his head and looked upon a human corpse, freshly dead. It was male, and the face could not be seen. Probably due to it being eaten off. It was missing it's right arm, and it's stomach was lying all over the place. Onyx stood, not wanting to touch it, careful not to let any fur land on it. He didn't want any part of this. But as he turned around to leave and forget about what he had seen, Onyx got another, more sinister scare.

All he could see was black and swirls of grey. His vision blurred and his nose burned profusely. Some type of smoke had blinded him and screwed up his senses. He then lost his balance, the world around him spinning. Wanting to avoid the corpse, Onyx hurled himself forward with outstretched claws hoping to grab someone, but he fell flat in his chest, then rolled over on his back, the world still spinning. He was on the verge of throwing up, and closed his eyes. That's when he heard the cackling laughter, then complete silence. Onyx could do nothing but lay there, helpless, until he awoke 3 hours later.

"Maybe it was just some punk prankster..." Catherine assured Onyx. She sat on his couch in his apartment, watching t.v. while Onyx could be heard yelling in pain, dousing his eyes in water in the kitchen sink. "No," he said aloud under the faucet, letting the water splash over his face. "Some punk kid wouldn't know to use smoke to screw my head up. And that laugh...it wasn't normal...it sounded like another anthro."

Catherine stood, heading into the kitchen to stand behind Onyx and rubbed his back with soothing strokes from her paws. Onyx reached out to his side and grabbed a hand towel, raising up and drying off his head the best he could. He turned to Catherine with a sigh, smiling at her. She leaned in and planted a peck of a kiss to his lips.

"I'm willing to bet you're gonna go and find out who did that, and make them suffer...right?" Catherine said with a grin at the corners of her mouth.

Onyx chuckled. "You bet your ass they will..." he said as he wrapped his arms around Catherine's waist, pulling her close into a kiss.

Work time. Onyx had to work the next night, and walked to the Ivy Paw with Catherine, who had to work as well. They mad it there around 9:00, and were greeted to the familiar smells of beer, whiskey, drunk people, and more drunk people. There were the familar sounds of arguing, cursing, and laughing as well. Catherine walked behind the bar and into the back door into the hallway, and into her room to put on her waitress uniform, and Onyx just sat at the bar, nodding to Ajax the white tiger beside him and Caine, who stood behind the bar serving drinks to those who sat there.

"Hola, Onyx. Ready for another fun filled night of kicking drunk ass?" Caine laughed to Onyx. Onyx chuckled, leaning forward on the bar.

"Ahh, there's no sense of acomplishment in it, Caine," Onyx replied.

Ajax nudged Onyx in the side. "If I get paid to kick ANYone's ass, it's a good deal to me..." he laughed. Onyx laughed with him, sipping his drink that Caine slipped him.

Onyx thought for a moment before looking back to Caine. "Caine, what does this "Ivory" that never comes to work, look like, anyway?" he asked when he sat his drink down. Caine smiled to himself, setting a glass down in front of a patron. "She hardly EVER shows up for work, my friend. I'm lucky that Cathy and Marla can hold this place on thier own, or else i would have fired her already...but she's good at what she does, so I couldn't afford to let her go." Caine finished and went back to serving out drinks.

Onyx chuckled. Caine hadn't even answered his question. Ajax suddenly nudged him in the side once more, so Onyx looked at him, setting his glass down.

"Ivory's a beautiful Black wolf...you wouldn't believe it. She's a waitress but sometimes she'll get on the bartop and dance." Ajax grinned when he spoke those last words, taking a sip from his glass before continuing. "But she's no whore, oh no...when she dances, it's it's like poetry in motion; mesmerizing..." he finished with a smile to Onyx, patting his shoulder. But Onyx wasn't smiling. It felt too much like a coincidence, but something told him it was more. He gave a chuckle to make Ajax think he was playing along. "She must be...hot then," he said, putting his glass to his lips rigidly, finishing his drink.

Onyx left later that night, politely telling Catherine he didn't feel like having any company. He made it to his dim apartment building, going up the elevator, heading down the long, dim, green carpeted hall and stood in front of his dark blue door. Yes, the colors of that apartment complex sucked. He took his keys out of his pocket with a sigh, sliding a key into the lock and turning it, heading inside and closing the door behind him.

Onyx threw his coat somwhere to his right, and sat down exhaustedly on his couch, his head arched back and resting on the back of the it so he could stare at the ceiling. He stared for an unknown amount of time, as a torrent of nearly forgotten thoughts flooded his mind, as if a dam had been brought down, letting the memories run over his mind.

Then he remembered her.

She had taken him in when he was rejected by everyone else. She had cared for him and nurtured him when no one else would, as if she were his own mother, even after his foster mother had forsaken him.

And he had fallen in love with her. But she refused to let that culminate into something more. She had told him he had a larger purpose, and love between them would destroy it all. She had also said her life was too dangerous for him to be in, for she was being chased by other enemies. So she left him, alone. Onyx turned into a shell of his former self, and sought to keep himself away from the outside world. But as any who have sat through the beginning of this tale knows, he was pulled back out. Did she know this would happen? No, she couldn't have...could she really have such an enormous foresight? So many questions...

...And now whispers of her return...? Onyx shook his head slowly. It must be nothing more than a coincidence. But he couldn't deny the feeling...he felt her. She was close...

She was watching him. Onyx sat forward, letting his head hang low and his forearms rest on his knees. He stared at the floor in a blank gaze. Slowly, he stood, pulling his wool shirt up over his head and let it fall to the floor so he could let his toned body have some freedom. He went over to the window, pulling it up and climbing out, clutching the pipe that ran along the wall on the left of the window, and climbed to the roof.

Onyx sat on the roof's edge, letting the cool night air whip his face; his hair slowly whipping and flowing as it rode the breeze. He closed his eyes, letting his head fall back on his shoulders. His mind ran free and blank, falling into a meditive state. Just like she taught him how to do so long ago.

Onyx clenched his eyes hard and not even the wind could blow away the tears that fell down his face. He made no sound other than the barely audible whimpers that shook his chest and turned into silent sobs. He needed her touch...he needed her warmth, and it as now that he realized he needed her more than ever, even after all these years. Not even Catherine could quell the fire inside him. The ache inside could not be pushed aside by just any woman. It had to be her. Onyx dropped his head forward and let it fall into his paws as he sobbed.

Even then, he could almost feel her touch, her soft paws sliding up his back with a tender touch. She let her paws role over his shoulders and then slid them down Onyx's chest; where they crossed each other's paths, and her arms would form an X. Onyx could remember all of this so vividly, and the memory was almost enough to help him feel better.

Her arms would then slide upward, until one was resting on the other as they lay on his chest horizontaly, and then her left paw would stay on Onyx's chest, and her right would come up from under his jaw, gently cupping the right side of his face. Onyx fell into a trance as his thoughts would form her deep, husky and feminine voice. He felt her head just a few inches away from his on the right, her muzzle so close to his ear, breathing seductively into it as she spoke.

"Onyx..." she would say his names a few times, and every time she did, Onyx would feel a jolt run up his back from the base of his tail to his neck, making the fur there stand on end.

"Oh Onyx...look at you...look at my beautiful student, my son...your mind has grown leaps and bounds and has bloomed wonderfully into a hardened weapon...yet it's as gentle as a stroke from a brush stroking a canvas. Your body has endured so much punishment yet it has found focus; a haven among the darkness all around you, and is dull to pain. Your soul..." her voice would breath in deep before continuing. "Your soul is the most beautiful part of you...it swims in inky darkness, forever consumed by the fires of hatred towards your oppresser. But in the center of it all is a beacon of light, and you fight the evil off; not letting your mind be consumed by the anger or the pain...you have so much going on inside of you..." her paw would move from the left side of his face slide down his jaw and underneath, and pushed his head back so he looked upwards, yet his eyes stayed closed, his mind completely lost in rapture as her muzzle would be mere centimeters from the inside of his right ear, whispering her words.

"It would be so easy to just give in to it all, Onyx...yet you refuse. You are so strong to do so...yet you never stop to think: would it be better to just take the easy path? You are scared of that path." Onyx's jaw would drop and release a stuttering wave of gasps as she pushed her muzzle into his ear, speaking her final words.

"I will let you decide your fate...but always keep yourself open to other ways, Onyx...always keep the easy path in view. You never know; the true fruit of all rewards might lie on the path you refuse to take. Take care..." and with that, her paws and head would leave Onyx to the cold of the night, and the swirling hurricane of thoughts running through him. He focused first on the most blunt and obvious thought:

"That was way too real to be my imagination..." he said to himself, standing and collecting his balance on his wobbily legs. He gave a swift look all around himself, searching everywhere with an acute look into the darkness. When he was sure no one was around, he decided to simply get some sleep.

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The following morning started like all the rest. Onyx reluctantly pulled his eyes open, his pupils adjusting to the intruding light of the sun that poured through half open curtains on his window; dust particles visible in the dusky beams. He lifted his head from his pillow with a grunt, holding himself up with his paws on either side of his pillow, his head turned and stareing evily at his window through dreary eyes. He pushed his sheets off of his body with a sigh and threw his legs over the side of the bed while he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, then looked about the room lazily. A few articles of clothing were strewn across the bed and floor, a beanie was dangling off the corner of his p.c. monitor, and some leftover chinese food was sitting on the intable next to the bed. Home sweet home.

After taking a cold shower, Onyx emerged from the bathroom nude, ( or as nude as one that was covered in a thin layer of fur could be ) and was drying his hair vigorously with a towel while he approached his armoire, leaving the towel sprawled out on his head, and swung it open, pulling out a thin, white button-up shirt and a pair of black, silk pants. Onyx moved and sat on the corner of his bed, putting his clothes on and tossing the towel on his head in a corner.

"I'll just make myself a mouth watering meal consisting of..." Onyx pulled open a cabinet in his kitchen. "...Corn flakes..." Onyx sighed with a snort. He started to pour himself a bowl when a knock on his door resounded through his quiet apartment. His ears perked but he didn't look up.

"Onyx? Open your door please, this is detective Gullard," came a gruff voice from the hall. Onyx grit his teeth and silently went through the motion of stomping his foot and acting as if he were viciously choking someone. Gullard was always on his ass about something and Onyx had always blown it off. Gullard had it in for him. But Onyx was well aware of the fact he had been near a corpse not too long ago...this next meeting could turn out different.

Another knock, a couple of them, sounded off again. "Onyx, open the door. I know you're home..."

"Because you're always stalking my ass, you dumb bastard..." Onyx said under his breath. He sulked over to the door, undoing the few locks and pulling the door open a few inches to peek at Gullard with a single weary, jade eye. "What," he said impatiently. "I was jacking off, and you interupted my progress...what do you want."

Gullard was a tall, albeit stocky middle aged man with deep blue, intimidating eyes and pale black hair that was always slicked back on his head. He kept his hands shoved into his coat pockets and watched Onyx with an unamused expression. "Keep your hands to yourself then, asshole," he said with a low grunt in his voice. "Let me in."

Onyx couldn't exactly say no to a man with a hefty shotgun in his coat. He simply stepped back and let Gullard push open the door, closing it behind with a push of his hand. Onyx gestured to the couch. "Have a seat."

"I'll have a beer..." Gullard said with a sigh as he sat down. Onyx went to the fridge and pulled a miller from the bottom shelf, tossing it over the counter, across the living room, and into Gullards quick hand. It would have landed right on his head if he had not deftly caught it.

"A miller...? You drink this shit?" Gullard said with a laughing tone and snapped the tab on the beer, then beggining to drink it. Onyx just sighed and walked to the living room, crossing his arms and watching Gullard. "What is it this time..."

Gullard sat back and threw arm over the back of the couch, looking up at Onyx. "Well," he began, "There was a murder. No big deal in this fucked up neighborhood but the victim was a very important bigwig politician mother fucker. Underneath all the big words and fancy suits, the guy was, to be blunt, an activist against all you furry bastards. Kinda like that uhh...that Martin Luther King fellow that was alive a few decades back...although his methods and his speeches sound a lot more like That Malcom X guy."

Onyx nodded slowly. "In the sense that he was really radical towards anthros?"

"You got it," said Gullard. Onyx bit his bottom lip. "Yea, and let me guess...I did it, right?"

"You'll be surprised to know, that i don't think you did, smartass," Gullard said in a matter-of-factly tone. "But forensics showed that it WAS done by an anthro. A cat or something with claws, but evidence is leaning towards a cat."

"Then why are you even coming to me about this?" Onyx asked. It was only a second after his question he had a pretty good idea what the answer was.

"We found a strand of your fur at the scene, buddy. I know you're a stupid little punk, but you're a stupid little punk that isn't stupid enough to go off and kill someone important. You're all talk, no action, despite some people here saying they hear you say a bunch of vicious things about furry haters." Onyx scoffed loudly at that. Gullard continued. "But your fur was still there and i want to know why!" He stood up after that and stared Onyx squarely in the eye.

Onyx could do nothing but pause for a moment to gather any excuse he could. "I was around that place when i heard commotion, so i went to look...but i left as soon as i saw the body..." Onyx spoke his excuse with his arms across his chest, his head low and his eyes looking to the side. Gullard pulled up a corner of his mouth in a skepticle smirk. "I don't buy it," he said, amused. "Wanna try again?"

Onyx stared at Gullard. He was in a corner, and running was turning into a strong option. Gullard stared back. Should he run? Or maybe even kill Gullard? Onyx mentally kicked himself. That would be stupid. Gullard suddenly changed his expression, looking at Onyx with an accusing glare.

"Jesus, kid...you really DID kill him...didn't you.." he said quietly. Onyx then spoke up. "I didn't kill him, moron! You're right, i'm NOT that stupid." Onyx paused and thought hard for a moment before talking again. "But...i was attacked when i was there."

Gullard's eyes widened a bit, and he shifted where he sat. "Attacked? Really...NOW we're getting somewhere," he said with a chuckle and a smile. Onyx cleared his throat and went on. "I looked at the body for a sec and then i turned around. When i did, someone threw a-a smoke bomb or something in my face. It wasn't normal smoke...at least i don't think so. But it fucked up my senses and i couldn't see or smell anything, it was nausiating," he finished and scratched his cheek with a claw for a moment. Gullard was staring at Onyx hard now, then all of a sudden, his expression changed and his face lit up.

"I got it! You're that vigilante! The one goin' around and killin all those punk criminals and drug dealers and women beaters!" He pointed a finger at Onyx and was getting on his feet. Onyx was taken by surprise and stuttered a bit while Gullard went on. "Yea, it makes sense now; the way you've been looking liked a tired peice of shit, the late nights. I should've seen this before..." Gullard finished his rant and was rubbing his chin, looking at Onyx with a smirk. Onyx lost a bit of control and went off the handle. "I still didn't kill that guy! And it's not like all those other peices of shit didn't deserve to die!" He stopped and put his paw over his mouth. Gullard smiled big and was nodding.

"Yeaaa, and i guess you didn't expect to find such a complicated web, did you?" Gullard asked. Onyx sighed and nodded. "No...no, i didn't want to get into this. I want no part," the young panther said as honestly as he could. Gullard didn't pick up any deciet from him.

"Well, good. Keep it that way," he said smugly. "Wouldn't want you getting in the way."

Onyx agreed with him in his head. But something in the back of his mind was telling him to go on, press forward. Should he just forget all of this and ignore it? Onyx was thinking with his head low. Gullard scoffed and went to the door, pulling it open and turning his head to Onyx. "And your little secret? It's safe with me...but don't forget; i OWN you..You may be useful still." And with that, he chuckled and left, pulling the door shut behind him. Onyx was left standing alone. "Yea," he thought. "It's none of my business if a human gets killed by an anthro, he had it coming," he convinced himself. But he sighed nonetheless and went in the kitchen, finishing making his bowl of corn flakes.

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The following night, Onyx went to work as usual, nodding to his fellow workers as he entered the bar. He was about to sit at the bar when a paw landed on his shoulder. Onyx looked back and saw Marla waving at him. "Hi," she said perkily. "Ivory's here tonight and she wants to see you in the back. I didn't know you two knew each other..." she ended, crossing her arms. Onyx blinked at her and looked down for a second, thinking, then looked back at her. "We DON'T..."

"Oh...odd...well, she's waiting for you anyway." Marla finished and picked up a tray of food from the bar, leaving to give it to who it was intended for. Onyx slowly looked at the door behind the bar, knowing that what he was about to see would change everything. He didn't know how he knew it, he just did. He went behind the bar, pushing the door open and peering down the dim hallway. At the end on one wall was Ivory's door, hanging slightly ajar. Onyx entered the hall and slowly made his way to the door, watching Ivory's door as if he were waiting for it to pounce out and eat him. He slowly put a paw to the edge of it, and pushed it inward, watching it swing open in a slow, ominous way, completely silent. He stood in the doorway and looked inside, at the woman who was sitting at a dresser, slowly comming her hair, watching herself in a mirror as she did. When she noticed Onyx, she stopped, calmly putting her brush down and turning to him, standing to her full height.

Onyx stared at her in utter disbelief, his very world melting away around him, as all his attention was on that female wolf, tall and lean with ink black fur and obsidian locks falling around her head, covering one part of her face and falling alongside her narrow muzzle. The only crystal blue eye that showed on her face was looking Onyx right in his own eyes, deep into his heart. Onyx couldn't move from his spot. His world was forever changed from that moment, and no matter what he wanted, no matter how much he tried to deny it, he was involved now in a web so complicated only his very humanity would save him, despite the irony of the word.

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