Gee, don't we all love him? It's hard to keep our eyes of him! It's something about his type, I suppose, and I have a tendency to go for characters with his personality type or his body type (often both, knowing the stereotypes). Are there too many fics of him? Well, I suppose now there are!

Anyway, this is something I brainstorm along with MidMole. This doesn't really have an overall plot (well MidMole doesn't, though it should), and the chapters are going to be really short, like little episodes. They're probably not going to be too much connected.

The star doesn't show up 'till next chapter. The costar won't show up for a few chapters. This is just a mysterious little starter thing. The other chapters aren't necessarily going to be this short, but they're probably not going to be as long as MidMole's chapters.

On with my second Bloody Roar fic, Kakeru and the Wolf!

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At the push of a button, heavy bronze doors opened as if they weighed almost nothing thanks to the gift of technology. "Come in, come in..." Mr. Tylon invited with a voice that flowed so very smoothly and slickly, like oil. His guest stepped into the office, which never failed to show to show that the head of Tylon Corporation was either an avid collector of life-size models, or the most environmentally unfriendly person on the planet. When offered whiskey, the guest refused. He insisted on keeping the conversation revolved around his topic, his reason for coming here.

"Ah, but it would be a shame to lack your support..." Mr. Tylon sighed, "After all, we here at Tylon could use the help of a company like you... If I am correct... you are alone in your business, are you not? No... relatives? Immediate associates? You have no recognition, and, despite your influential capability in the realm of medical technology, you are pretty much anonymous. Your company's disappearance would only be noticed when the amazing technology fades from the scientists..."

"I have always tried not to make myself known, especially after the disappearance of my son. Besides, wealth gets to certain people's heads," he answered, allowing a small barely noticeable smidgen of an insulting tone to form in his voice.

"I see... Good. I like making sure my information is accurate," the head of the corporation said, pleased with himself, whilst he cut a cigar for himself.

"Mr. Tylon..."

"Please call me Jeff," he chuckled with a sly grin.

"Mr. Tylon, I refuse to let my technology be used for cruelty."

"Cruelty? Whatever do you mean?"

"I've heard the rumors, but today I managed to see it with my own eyes. Animals... humans..." He stood up in his chair, his voice becoming more frantic while a golden fire started to burn in his eyes, "I saw children in there, Mr. Tylon!"

Mr. Tylon lazily leaned his chin onto his hand as the guest went on about how he was not going to get away with this. He sighed under his breath, "You're not very smart, are you?" He lit his cigar and rose from his chair. "I wonder how this could have happened..."

"Don't act like you're not responsible!" the hot-tempered younger man yelled while following the boss out of his office. The man did not seem to be bothered by his ramblings and accusations as he led him to a room behind locked doors. Inside was a dimly lit lounge. A faint light shone at the other end of the room from above a figure of some sort.

"So... You're totally against our deal?"

"Why should I accept such a thing? Even without the rumors, you're too secretive and suspicious to be trusted."

"For one thing... I might even allow a 'family reunion' of sorts..."

"Wh...what?" he stuttered, brushing back a lock of dark hair that had broken free of the confining hair products during his rage.

"Caught your attention? If you agree to every bit of the contract... And show yourself to be trustworthy and not quite so squeamish towards the somewhat unpleasant... I just might show you someone..."

He looked at him in silence, while the boss looked back at his frazzled expression.

"I... I..." the man stuttered, thinking of what this man just said could possibly mean.

"Well...?"

"I refuse to sell my soul to you just to see someone at the expense of the suffering of others!"

"Really? What a shame, considering a soul I do own..."

"Everyone wants to be a martyr..." he sighed, increasing the light over the sculpture at the end of the room. A magnificent hairy beast stood crouched over a rock. It bore sharp, bright white fangs in its snarl towards the world. As the light became brighter, he could see that this beast was very much humanoid.

Mr. Tylon proudly looked at it. "Great piece of work, isn't it? One very ambitious man produced this handsome piece for me. In fact, he was a bitter enemy of mine."

The guest's bronze eyes drifted down the plaque attached to the stone. "Yuji Ohgami..." he read aloud. His voice suddenly increased when he recognized the name, "Wait, that's-"

He spun around with his exclamation to meet his death.