Hidden Love
First shot
He was always there.
Half the time it seemed like he wasn't when you wanted him to be, always running like he dose. The other half he was there when you needed him. The one sure thing about him was that he always came and left with the wind he was name after, always those unexpected entrances and exits.
Even when you thought you had him understood he do something, from being a little vain about the color of his fur, to willing to give up the very spark of his life for someone he never met.
He saved this world, and others, so many times...and yet acts like it's nothing.
Like fighting a giant monster of Chaos, or running head long at his metallic clone with bleeding wounds, or even taking an arrow of fire in his chest like it was nothing short of normal.
Despite it all, he was always there for you. It didn't matter if you were a friend in need or a stranger on the street needing directions, taking his adoptive brother for a run and an adventure. Standing by his allies and quick to fight along side them with out hesitation, he even would help some of his enemies.
The runner was just always there.
Sometimes he would take off, almost at random at times and be gone for a day, or for two weeks. All the while he just ran for nothing more than the pure joy of staying moving. Of feeling he feet rhythmically hitting the ground and watching the land change around him and open up into something new and different.
Than he would come back and, as if he was never gone, slip into the swing of things once more.
He was far from the strongest, with his lean runner's build all his power was in his legs. Semi long quills had long since been shaped by the wind, sweeping them back into streamlined clumps. His rich blue fur and a tan belly, lower chest, muzzle and arms, he stand out in almost any crowd.
There was always a certain air to him. He projected an aurora of connivance and something else, an optimism that told everyone around him without saying a word that everything would be okay. No matter the situation, it would turn out for the best.
If he ever had a moment of emotional weakness, ever broke down for what ever reason it was never in front of any one. He rarely showed his deep emotions to anyone, always keeping up his hero and friendly fronts. Never fake though.
When Sonic stopped coming around, when he left Tails' workshop and didn't come back. It set off a few alarm bells to say the least with his closest friends.
The first week, after Sonic had seemingly defeated Robotnik once again, most had thought Sonic merely took off for one of his running weeks. He did that every now and again or when he had too much Chaos Energy stored in his body. Normally he left to just run for a week to ten days straight.
The second week had Tails concerned, his concerned bled over to Amy and than to others. By the fifth week, even Knuckles up on Angel Island had become worried...
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The city was both dark and bright at the same time in the middle of the night. Near and in the heart of downtown had neon lights and flashing signs that lined the main streets. Advertising pubs, clubs, restraints and late night shows.
Moonlight from above was seen in scattered openings in between passing clouds. The first traces of rain could be smelt in the air. The promise of a down pour was in both the air as well as in the distance the thick, water laden clouds just outside of the city. These storm heads were a darker shade on the already dark sky, blocking out the stares.
Mighty sighed and shifted, his ears flicking as he moved through the park. The armadillo sniffed as he walked slowly, eyes adjusted to the dimmer light under the park's trees, not the bright lights in the city beyond the border of hedges and iron gates.
"Where are you..." the nomad muttered softly, his sapphire eyes sweeping from side to side. Mighty paused and crouched down into a kneeling position, his left hand on his knee and the fingers of his right brushed the earth.
Mighty took a long, deep breath through his nose, slowly shifting through the various smells in the area. He did not like the idea of rain, what few tracks he'd found would be washed away and the sent trail, though faint would also vanish.
The armadillo clenched his jaw and took several more deep breaths, this time to calm down and focus. Sapphire orbs blinked and Mighty turned his head to his left, and stared into the shadows that barley hid the form that took shelter in the bushes.
He remand kneeling, almost perfectly still as Mighty stared into the half lidded green eyes of the person he'd been tracking for several weeks.
The werehog moved gently with each breath, chest and head lifting with each inhale and lowering with the exhale. It had longer fur, like a deep winter coat that was a darker shade of indigo.
The once crystal clear, emerald shade eyes were different, more like a murky jade. Thought staring at Mighty the werehog's eyes were unfocused, more like he was in a trance than true awareness.
Carefully, still not moving other than to tilt his head back forwards a little, the nomad let out a soft, neutral rumble from his chest. The response was instant as the other echoed with a just as soft growl and blinked.
"Hey," Mighty said, not whispering but keeping his voice calm and level. The armadillo didn't look at the werehog, even when he bristled at him. Form the corner of his eye, in his peripheral vision, Mighty glimps bared and very sharp fangs. "It's time to go Sonic."
The nomad stood, aware of the werehog that drew back, but had stopped growling.
Sharp angled ears tipped up from being folded back and those murky jade eyes regarded the invader of personal space with interest.
Mighty started walking again, stopping after five paces, tilting his head slightly but still not looking at the once 'normal' hedgehog, "Come on."
The werehog eased out of his shadowy shelter and fallowed at a leery pace behind the armadillo. Mighty himself hated what he was doing, treating his changed friend like this, but he wanted to help him even more.
He just hoped Sonic would forgive him.
Queen's Note: Weeeee....there are so many possabilies with this werehog thing! n.n! I'm having fun writing a bunch of little one shots. I have not played the new game so I'm just going to have fun with this. I may even do a shot based on my Road saga