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Title: They Say He's Back
Word count: No idea
Rating: PG for T-chan. And Ten-chan. And Honlon, can't forget her.
Characters: T-chan, Ten-chan, Honlon, Pn-chan, ?? and a sleeping Chris
Warnings: AU crack and animals muse the inner mechanisms of rebirth. But I'm not saying anything more.
A/N: Response to Challenge # 326, Police Involvement and a follow up to my last drabble. I'm replying to old challenges that were never replied to in an effort to hopefully restart this somewhat dead community. Or at least help me practice. So yeah, have your pick. This is also part of a long series I have planned out with this new furry friend, who is actually part of a crossover idea...
Enjoy!
After some rather unpleasant business, the kind that this one suspected the Oriental man had used as retribution for the ripped skirt, the hound had laid himself to sleep at the foot of the sleeping boy, as per the instructions given to his.. "owner", may he say?
Yeah, he wasn't all too comfortable with that idea still.
Call him a fatalist, but he believed that sometimes in life, some things were predetermined for an individual. Say whether or not they were born a certain gender, retained a certain quirk all their lives, or were bound to meet a certain person..for these sorts of things, he simply allowed the less explained to take reins and be the reason to explain them.
Yet even to say this was Fate's fault was stretching the idea a little too far.
To find oneself falling headfirst into a river of bloody freezing water is understandable, but to wake up the next moment in a furry body, surrounded by whining furry creatures you could now call your siblings..well, it didn't sit quite right with him. What's more, it is unsettling to think that when it was a hundred years ago or so since you fell, you are now positioned much time later in a new world with stranger ideals and even stranger ways of going about them. Such was his situation he blamed on fate. Ah, but it wasn't so important, was it?
Slowly, he raised his muzzle, his pointed ears flipped back. He wasn't about to growl at these intruders, but his more primal instincts were starting to force the grumbling sound up his throat. The others, however, didn't seem to care much. They simply stared at him while he stared back.
It is the one with the sly fox-like eyes who spoke first. "Well, well!" remarked he in a way that said he was in awe. "If it isn't my favorite law man, back from the watery grave he put himself in, Lord have Mercy!" In response to the hound's loss of footing, as the creature blankly gaped at him, he chuckled. "Oh don't say you've forgotten me already? If memory serves me correct, the last time we met, you were quite cross with me. 'Said you wouldn't forget the injustice I served to you by chewing on your favorite nightstick."
The horned boy gave quite the malicious smile to the other, a sharp fang or two peeking from behind his lips. "You did that, Ten-chan? Naughty thing you, to do that." While the other gave a careless shrug of the shoulders, the smallest girl, covered from head to toe in ribbons, looked to the other girl.
"So is he the one you were talking about Honlon?" asked she, pointing at the hound for emphasis. "That's him? He doesn't look like a man." The other, "Honlon" he supposed, nodded. While her face looked young, her eyes reflected the wisdom of an individual of many years.
"He is. But his true form has been lost, as you can so clearly see. The higher-ups have never taken so lightly the crimes of suicide, as it is a rather nasty business to sort through. I'd think the form he is cursed with now is to punish him for whatever he has committed with his death." By this time, the foxy boy had stopped laughing to level a look of surprise at Honlon.
"Hold on a sec. "Punish" you say? How can changing him to this a punishment? Maybe a bit of a hindrance to him, yeah, but a punishment?" Honlon only spared him a tired frown before she looked back down at the hound.
"Oh, there are many ways to inflict a lesson upon a man who cares not to learn them." said she. Facing the hound head on, she softly cooed, "My dear, dear law man...it would seem you still have much more to do before Heaven..or Hell takes you."
The hound let out a long, mournful whine.
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A/N: My third drabble! I'm on a roll, ladies and 'gents. I wanted to follow up my last one, and I suppose my next drabble will focus on the same issue. Don't worry, I'll also submit things not related to this drabble series.
I figure that animals can retain their "animal" forms in the shop under two conditions: 1) They simple wish to be viewed that way, or 2) They have yet to understand how to make others see their true forms. At least, this is my idea. It could be that it's something completely different, but who really does care?