CHAPTER 1: A WOLF'S HOWL

ME: So...here's one of my new fics. Wow, it feels weird being at chapter 1 again. *sweat-drop* Soo...this is a Butch X BC story, and welp, I hope you like it and that fans of HUOY will also enjoy it! Plus I hope I don't disappoint!

BUTCH: *smirks* Aww yeah. It's about time I became the star of a story! And with Butterbabe too. Consider y'all lucky to be working with the Butch mister.

ME: *sweat-drop* Umm...well—

BUTTERCUP: *vein pops* Shut up, Butch. So yeah, Kuku88 owns nothing besides her own OC's; and now on with the first chapter!

Chapter 1: A Wolf's Howl


A shot in the dark

A past, lost in space

Where do I start

The past, and the chase

You hunted me down

Like a wolf, a predator

I felt like a deer in love lights


A loud howl rang through the forest, its meaning clear to those who heard it. The moon, which was hanging in the sky looking like a white sphere, lit the dim night as stars twinkled in the sky. Birds flitted from the trees as an owl hooted, small critters scurrying across the forest floor. Leaves flew into the air, dancing in the crisp night wind. The trees swayed as one more howl rang throughout the forest, its call demanding.

Standing tall and rigid on a big boulder, regal against the night sky, was a wolf. He looked silhouetted against the dark scenery, howls escaping his mouth.

Below it roamed the other pack members, their eyes gleaming as they shifted in the shadows.

Their message was clear: They were the rulers of this forest.

The wolf sat, his green eyes glimmering as it surveyed the scene. All looked peaceful. All was well. He turned to stare at the big, round full moon, his bushy tail swaying.

Another wolf joined him, his russet fur like dim flames against the dark. He let out a warning hiss as he sat down beside his companion, almost as if warning. Both of them smelled danger and fear; darkness was approaching.

Then a rustle was heard, quiet and crackling against the mostly silent night. Animals tittered as whoever it was practically flew forward, fast and unseen.

The wolf's ears perked upwards. He let out one last howl in warning.

Danger was near.


Buttercup sat, her head bobbing slightly to the music ringing in her ears. The volume was on, and her feet were resting on the desk.


You loved me and I froze in time

Hungry for that flesh of mine

But I can't compete with a she wolf who has brought me to my knees

What do you see in those yellow eyes

Cause I'm falling to pieces


Beside her, someone stirred, poking at her headphones. "Can you turn the volume down?" he asked drowsily.

Buttercup frowned, pulling one headphone out and staring at him as she let her feet fall to the floor. "What?" she whispered in a hiss.

"I said, can you..."—he yawned then—"turn the volume down?"

She poked him, scowling. "Butch, did you not sleep last night or something?" She crinkled her nose.


I'm falling to pieces

I'm falling to pieces

I'm falling to pieces

Falling to pieces


He yawned again, shrugging. "I'm a nocturnal," he responded cheekily and sleepily. He blinked his big jade-green eyes. "I didn't get a chance to sleep much."

Buttercup frowned again. She didn't know why, but every now and then Butch and his brothers looked like they were ready to fall over in tiredness. And they would have these fur collars around their necks, tinted with their signature colours, which really didn't go all that well with their school uniforms. She didn't get why though.

She shrugged, pressing the volume button down on her iPhone, letting the music volume be lowered.

Butch nodded thankfully, his green eyes slowly drooping shut once again.

Buttercup nudged him, pulling out her headphones and hiding them as she pressed pause on her phone. Mr. Evans was approaching.

Butch's eyes flickered open slightly as he stared drowsily at the approaching teacher.

Mr. Evans frowned, tapping Butch's desk with his ruler. "Butch, my class is not a time for you to take a nap. You're going to have another detention if you keep this up."

"Sorry, Mr. E," Butch murmured, shrugging. He yawned again, blinking hard and looking up at the frowning teacher. "You know why I don't get enough sleep; Mojo's job keeps us up."

Buttercup and Mr. Evans both shared a frown, glances both equally unsure. That's what the brothers always said when they were like this, but usually Mojo only needed Brick and occasionally Bandit to really help him with his jobs.

"Well, that doesn't change the fact that you're falling asleep in almost every class."

Butch shrugged again. "What can I say? It's hard to stay awake after not sleeping," he stated simply.

Mr. E frowned again but didn't press further, simply sighing and moving on.

Buttercup glanced at him, but his eyes were closed again. Shaking her head, she slipped her green headphones back in and hit play while starting to pack her things.


Did she lie in in wait

Was I bait to pull you in

The thrill of the kill

You feel, is a sin

I lay with the wolves, alone it seems

I thought I was part of you


A few moments later, Buttercup was packed and ready to leave class, staring at the clock and waiting for it to ring. Butch was still sleeping, or trying to; she couldn't tell.

"Hey, asshole," she said, nudging him. "It's almost time to go."

Butch opened his eyes, the bags under them revealing themselves. He definitely looked bad. And tired, of course. "Already?" he murmured.

She rolled her eyes and pointed at the clock. "Yeah. Can't you tell? Check the clock."

He followed her finger, staring at the clock. He squinted, studying it, before shrugging. "Oh yeah." Then his head fell back down.

"Ugh." She rolled her eyes again, nudging him harder. "Butch; it's time to GO."

RIING!

Too late.


You loved me and I froze in time

Hungry for that flesh of mine

But I can't compete with a she wolf, who has brought me to my knees

What do you see in those yellow eyes

Cause I'm falling to pieces


She groaned, grabbing the back of his shirt and using her superpowers to lift him up. Buttercup turned him slightly so she could glare at him. "Look, man. It's. Time. To. Go. Now stop being a fuggin' sleepy retard and let's get going."

He blinked. Once; twice... Then: "Okay, okay; jeez." A yawn. "You don't have to yell."

Buttercup groaned again and dropped him, rolling her green eyes.

"Ow!" he muttered, rubbing his behind. He glared at her, wakefulness finally setting down upon him. "Did you have to do that!?"

She glared at him, her eye twitching as she growled. "Oh, so now you decide to wake up. Now come on. Let's go...or would you rather go back to sleep? And this time, it'll be for eternity." She growled, cracking her knuckles and thumping her fist into her hand. She held it up. "Understood?"

Butch rolled his eyes, still rubbing his sore butt. "Oh shut up," he groaned. "You can't beat me up even if you tried."

"Wanna bet?" she spat back, her green eyes flaring.

He smirked, about to reply, when...:

"Guys, are you aware you're still in my classroom? I suggest you go elsewhere and fight, argue, or whatever; other teachers can deal with you, but I will not—I repeat, I will NOT—tolerate this kind of behaviour."


I'm falling to pieces

I'm falling to pieces

I'm falling to pieces

Falling to pieces


Buttercup blinked. She and Butch exchanged glances. Then she opened her mouth and said, "Sorry Mr. E. We'll be going now; sorry for bothering you!"

Butch nodded his agreement, and two hightailed it out of there.

As they flew, they argued whose fault that had been, until they had reached their next class.

The door opened and Mr. Davidson raised an eyebrow. "Glad to have you two join me," he announced, greeting them. "Were you not planning on showing up?"

"Of course we weren't," Buttercup said innocently.

Mr. Davidson sighed and opened the door wider. "Get in," he muttered. "I'm not even going to ask."

Butch immediately went back to sleep in class. The sad thing was, he was sitting near the front.

Blossom sent Buttercup a warning glare from her seat, which Buttercup automatically shrugged off.

She glanced forward.

Boomer sat, eyes half-closed as he studied the whiteboard. His shaggy blond hair was messy, looking as if he'd barely run his fingers through it, let alone combed it. The fur around his neck was tinted with blue.

Buttercup didn't see why they wore fur collars. It was so stupid. The fur didn't even look all that good with their school uniforms.

Boomer yawned, nudging Butch and whispering something to his green-eyed brother. Butch let out a low moan in response.

Buttercup raised an eyebrow.


When class was over, Buttercup automatically flew off, not stopping to say anything to Butch, Boomer, any of her friends, or even Blossom.

It was lunchtime at last!

As she was flying to the cafeteria, she heard voices. She paused, zooming behind a door. She'd recognize those voices from anywhere! It was Butch and Brick!

"Y'know, how long can we keep this up?"

A yawn. "What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean." The voice sounded stern. "How long are they gonna accept those stupid excuses?"

A laugh, almost sarcastic. "What are you saying? They're 100% believable. Just not 100% reasonable."

A snort. "Haha very funny, Butch."

"I know. I am rather hilarious, aren't I?"

"Suuure; of course." Another snort, followed by more sarcasm and feigned innocence. "Or maybe you're just incredibly stupid?"

As the two passed by, Buttercup watched with a thumping heart.

Butch sent his brother a glare. "That was so funny I forgot to laugh."

Brick smiled grimly. It wasn't a smile of happiness or satisfaction, or even one of evil intents, sarcasm, and satisfaction. It was one of knowledge beyond what Buttercup knew. "My thoughts exactly."

"Shut up, Carrot-head." Butch rolled his eyes. Then the two disappeared around a corner.

Buttercup sighed in relief, slowly floating out. But just then, her super-hearing picked up on something.

"I think you heard it too, didn't you?" It was Brick's voice.

Buttercup froze. Had he noticed I was there? She shook her head. That's impossible. Her eyes narrowed slowly, thoughtfully. Or is it?

She heard Butch agreeing: "Yeah, I guess I did."

Then Brick's voice had sounded again, low and steady. "We should go and catch up with the others."

"Yeah." Then she heard the sound of them taking off.

Buttercup took a deep breath, using breathing techniques to calm herself. Then she flew off after them as well, ready to head to the cafeteria.

...She just hoped the Ruffs wouldn't ask any questions.


ME: I had actually "finished" this quite awhile back, around 53 days ago on January. But I wanted to edit it because I wasn't 100% satisfied with it. Still, I've kept y'all waiting long enough. And another reason is simply because I had actually "written" Call of the Wolves' first chapter in my head, so I wanted this chapter to be morlike the original. But as expected, I couldn't remember 100% what it was like in my head, so I guess I'll just make the second chapter more like the one in my head instead.

BRAKER: Enough ranting! Don't forget to read and review! Pleeeeaaaasseee? We'll love you forever!