First 'real' Beyblade fic I've written. I was half inspired by Wisewolf's "A Dog's Life," but she seems to have deleted all her stories (what a shame, they were really good), and half inspired by "A Dog's Heart," which is some novel written by some guy (that was also really good).
Basically, this is a story about a stray dog Kai bumps into one night. I have a proper ending for it in my head but I don't know if I'll continue this. Naturally if the story develops Kai will take a liking to said dog and so on. Don't get your hopes up.
For now though, I hope you enjoy what I have!
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Sharik
Bah. There's nothing to eat in this town. Where I came from, stinking tidbits clogged the gutters up and down the streets. It's not like that here… Then again, it's much safer here too. It's a dog eat dog world out there, literally. I hide from Man, because Man kicks and throws hard objects. And sometimes a dog just dies, Bam!, right there. I hide from dogs, too, because dogs will rip your throat out for a strip of sinew left on a month's old chicken bone. No, I'm a stay-out-of-trouble kind of mutt. That's how I've made it this far, after all. But ohh… this might be the end for me… There's nothing to eat in this town…
What was that? I heard something over there, my canine ears don't lie… What creature could be prowling at this hour? I hear the soft movement of cloth. It must be a Man. I should hide… there's no place to hide in this town… curse it all! This street is caged by walls and the sort… Oh well, I'm going to die anyways, might as well go with my tail held high. Here he comes now…
Two streaks of white trailed in the air as he walked slowly forward, his pace marked with grace and dignity. His head was cast downwards nonchalantly, hiding the tribal markings on his cheeks. His hands were placed in his pockets. He was going nowhere in particular, relishing the pale darkness and the silence of the empty streets. Yes, the town was his by night. But wait… there is a shadow in his path, and now he raises his head… Who dares? His eyes are like coals in a fire, burning crimson. ..
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That's right, you better watch where you're stepping, Man-child! The streets are mine by night! I'm sure you can hear the rolling thunder in my chest… You have reason to be afraid, Man-child, boy with fiery eyes of wolves!
Kai cocked an eyebrow at the scrawny dog standing before him. It was a good size, around 60 pounds, if he had to guess. Or, it was that weight at one time. The outline of ribs protruding through its side told him this one had seen better days. It had a canine snout and large, loping paws. Its ears were half perked. Its tail was rather thin, but long. Its fur was brindle colored and short. A mutt.
Wordlessly Kai resumed his original posture and walked on, straight past the growling dog and down the street.
Hey! A brash one you are, to walk by me like that! Hey! Hey! Turn around and face me! I've bitten Men twice your size before, Hey!
Kai stopped again and turned. The mutt was barking at him. He paused. There was a rustling in his pocket and a moment later he produced the remains of a sandwich. "What do you want, mutt? You hungry or something?" he said in a low voice, mostly to himself.
That's right, turn around, Man-child! Hey, I'm ready to die fighting tonight! Hey… what's that smell coming from your hand?
The dog had stopped barking and was craning his neck as to get a better view of the thing in Kai's hand. Kai could see its nose twitching, trying to catch the aroma. One paw came forward, rigid and unsure, and then another. It wasn't long before it was a foot away from him, neck stretched as far as it could muster.
Is this morsel for me? Maybe you're not so bad, Man-child, you have my gratitude… Don't move now, or I'll bite… I'll just take that mouthful from you slowly…
A hint of a smile appeared on the boy's lips as he recalled his childhood days back in his homeland, Russia, where he used to toss out the odd bone or two for the strays to find. Strays were everywhere, and children loved to bend down and clap their hands to their knees, whistling and calling out, "Here boy, come here…!" Kai thought to himself, what did they like to call them back at home…
That was good, Man-child. I might just live through the night because of you. I'm feeling very generous right now so I'll let you pass, how about that?
… "Sharik."
What? What's that you called me?
But Kai had already crumbled the paper in his hand and put it back into his pocket. His scarves fluttered behind him as he went, leaving the dog to stare curiously at his receding figure until he turned the corner and was gone.
Sh… Sha…rr… 'Sharik,' did you say? Is that what you were calling me? Hey!…
He's gone now… 'Sharik'… I will remember that, boy with wolf eyes.
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For those of you who read "A Dog's Heart," no, I am not mimicking that story. I learned from the book that "Sharik" was a popular dog name in Russia, and thought "Hey, that sounds kind of cool…" Oh well, this could very well be a one shot and I'll leave it at that XD Maybe one day I'll get inspired or something. Or maybe not. Anywho…
Thanks for reading!
-Canyx