Disclaimer: I don't own or make money off Beyblade or its characters… I'm simply borrowing them in an attempt to amuse myself…

Warnings: Swearing, yaoi (boyxboy stuff), OOCness and I believe that's it for the time being…

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That Wolf

Prologue

The wind tugs relentlessly on your cloak and it does little else but stick uncomfortably to your already drenched form. You have already acknowledged that you should be inside; Sanguinex will not be happy if you become sick, though the chance of that happening is very small. You haven't been ill since before you were cursed.

But you can hear them fighting again; yelling and swearing. McGregor doesn't want to follow his father's orders again, or something of the sort. You really can't be bothered remembering, not now and in this weather. You do however remember that the young Lord likes to walk off his tantrums. It may be raining, but the stubborn Scot is bound to storm out of his nice, warm, protective castle in a huff, with a thick jacket wound around him into the rain.

You need to defeat him. That is why you're waiting for him, in the garden, covered in mud and grass but it's only the cold and wind that really worry you, you can always bathe when you get home.

You hear the shouts getting louder and your attention is again completely on the huge, wooden front doors of McGregor castle and you're careful that your eyes don't reflect the light that pierces through the darkness when they burst open; you do not want to alert anyone inside that castle, nor the person coming out.

As you predicted he's practically running down the path, sliding down the slope. You follow him with a faint smirk, being sure to keep to the trees, though you doubt he'd spot you anyway. You know that he's far too pissed off to bother about his physical well being.

Your smirk quickly morphs into a frown when you notice he isn't wearing a jacket and you curse when you notice he's slowing down and shaking. You take a moment to glare around you, squinting and covering your eyes from the plundering rain. You know this place well.

Your village is about an hour walk east of here. You used to play with the other children from your village around these ruins. It's the old McGregor castle, the castle in which McGregor's family used to live in a few decades ago, before it was burnt down. No one can remember what from.

You rub the wetness from your face fruitlessly, hardly feeling your own touch, as more and more water pelts itself at the ground. The wind is still blustery and you notice McGregor shivering violently from it and the rain. You sneer at him, unable to withhold the growl that crawls up your throat.

You better not die… I won't ever defeat you if you die…

You realize quickly that he's far too stubborn to return to the castle any time soon, even though he's near frozen. You are careful and quiet as you approach him. Your cloak may be wet, but it will protect him from the wind at the very least.

He doesn't notice you and you realize with a small skip of your heart that he is unconscious, leaning against one of the ruin's still standing, stone foundations. You swear and quickly run to wrap your cloak around him, scooping him up just as quickly.

You suppose your actions are rather stupid: finding your enemy nearly dead and then trying to keep him alive, doesn't sound like a great way to gain an advantage over him. But you head for his home, not yours, in a clumsy run; the slopes are slippery and are collapsing under your feet. You can hear his heart's beating slowing and quieting and his skin is icy against your own, numbing skin.

You pay no attention to the branches and leaves that fly at you, clawing at your clothes and hair. The wind has picked up and you stumble against it and the slope leading to the front door of his castle. You notice with a growl that his family and staff aren't looking for him yet. But you hardly dwell on it, too caught up with keeping your balance and not dropping him.

His mother and butler are standing at the door of the castle, looking worried. You don't think twice as you sprint towards them and collapse at the bottom of the castle's steps. And McGregor is still clutched tightly in your arms.

His mother is quick to run to you, sinking to her knees in the mud in front of you and you hand him over shakily, finally noticing your own weak condition as he is removed from your arms. His mother is watching you worriedly as she gets the butler to take the young Lord inside and to make sure he's warm and dry, she then links her arm with yours to help you stand, tugging you towards the doors.

Your voice is hoarse and you're still panting, "No…"

You don't want her hospitality. You need to get back to the others; Cenotaph will take care of your state of health, no doubt after lecturing you, just like he always has. Sanguinex will not be happy if you don't return home!

You pull your arm from her grasp and stagger backwards, just a few steps away from her, unable to argue any more or get home as you collapse, blacking out as you fall. You don't hear the anxious yells as his mother calls for help.

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Woffy:

Yet another Lupinex/Johnny fic from me… There really should be more of them; the pairing's just too cute and they're so made for each other, large mouths, pig headed stubbornness and all… -giggles- I had chocolate, it has an energizing effect on me… ; Sorry!

Anyway… Review please, even if you don't like the story so far or the pairing… Just let me know what you think!