My first none coupled story.
Disclaimer: Mutts and RuroKen are the rightful property of their owners. Nether of which is me. A little Soujiro X Kamatari but not enough to consider it a pairing.
(Mutts 11/4/??) Interview with a fight dog. "Yeh, they trained me to be a fighting dog. Fight to the death, no mercy, no reason. Just senseless, mindless, violence… a monster. I didn't ask for this. Grrrrr. Now look what I've become… Just like them.
Soujiro's mind was usually active that day. It was the day before the show down at the layer. He blamed the cross-dresser for his unease.
"Come on Sou-chan. I haven't been to Kyoto in forever… Pwease?" Kamatari whined as he followed Soujiro around the hide-out.
"Kamatari-san, why can't you tour Kyoto by yourself?" the smiling assassin asked.
"Because… Remember Shishio-sama told me not to after I almost got caught and that stuff happened and stuff went wrong…Please just come with me!" the scythe welder whined again.
"Fine."
Kamatari jumped with excitement before half tackling Soujiro in a bear hug "Thanks!"
-Two hours later- And a half a dozen 'What a cute couple' comments later-
"Do you know where we're going?" Soujiro asked, as Kamatari dragged him down an alley.
"Yes. I'm taking you to a dog fight with me," Kamatari answered, over his shoulder.
"Dog fight?" Soujiro asked.
"Yes." the cross-dresser answered as they entered a loud, 'abandon' warehouse.
Crowds of men gathered around an arena, placing bets, getting drunk, what Soujiro had seen at Yakaza gatherings. He guessed that was where most of the men were from.
The room quieted as two very angry dogs were brought in, in cages far too small for them. Each was covered in scars, bits of their fur was missing, their blood-shot angry eyes glared at their captors. They barked and growled attacking their cramped cages as people laughed and cheered.
He watched the scene unfold into a dog massacre as one by one dogs were pitted against each other. Slowly the smile on his face grew as in each fight the constant reminder was put firmly in place…The weak are sustenance for the strong; the strong live while the weak die… Kamatari was caught watching the fights and Soujiro.
They soon ended as the police began to 'appear' more and more.
"That was… interesting," Soujiro said as the two of them made their way back to the hide out.
"Yeah."
"Something wrong?"
"You didn't think that looked familiar?" Kamatari asked watching him now.
"No…should I?"
"Perhaps not, I thought it would since, you are Shishio-sama's prized dog."
That comment had stuck in his head. He was nothing like those dogs. They were forced to fight. He chose to… Then again he never wanted to kill, but they were mindless animals, they'd been stripped of any other life, now they thrived on killing. They killed or they didn't eat (Main reason being they were dead). He'd chosen the life he lead… thigh had he chosen something else he probably would have died, but still their masters forced them to fight… Well actually there wasn't a reason he followed his master.
Each 'difference' he thought of turned around in the end he was just a fight dog…
Just a beast…