Hi. I can feel the people coming after me for abandoning this fic, and to be honest I don't really have a good answer. I can't guarantee that I'll finish it this time around, but I have been meaning to re-write this fic for a while and now that I have the time too (summer break is awesome), I can.

Our story begins, with a certain male IS pilot walking down a path on the outskirts of the academy, deep in thought as he silently patrolled his territory. It was rather well hidden, which was a plus when you have an entire schools worth of girls just waiting to pounce on him twenty four seven. Though his best friend Dan, may disagree. The darkness of the recently set sun also helped kept the hordes away.

He sighed as he tried to forget the problems of being the only male on campus, He had more important things to be doing right now. Like who was talking up ahead.

He looked farther down the path to find two of his closest friends at the academy, Houki and Charlotte, chatting away about the exams the had just finished earlier that day. Crunch.

It was faint, but he definitely heard the sound of leaves being stepped on. Three sets of faintly glowing, bright red eyes caught his eye when he searched for the source of the sound. He quickly sniffed the air, hoping to get an idea of what he was dealing with.

'Hellhounds.' he thought bitterly.

Holding back the growl in his throat, he took off his jacket and held it over his shoulder. He quickly ran up to meet them. He doubted that the mangy beasts would attack them if they saw him. He had taught them a while back that his territory was his alone. Period. But it didn't hurt to be careful.

At least there wasn't anyone one else near by from what he could tell. He would still have some explaining to do if the Hellhounds decided to attack, but he'd figure that out if the situation actually occurred.

The girls greeted him warmly seemingly eager to have him around for reasons he knew but thought it best to play ignorant. Out of the corner of his eye he could see two set of eyes getting smaller. They retreating. Or so he thought. The other Hellhound lunged out of the bushes towards Houki, only to be punched in snout by Ichika. As the beast fell to the ground with a small whimper, the other two appeared, flanking the group of mostly scared teenagers.

'Of course. Because them learning their lesson last time would have been too easy.' thought Ichika,

'Fuck you too, Murphy's Law.'

He quickly grabbed it's comrades at a speed no human man could achieve and flung them into a tree.

"Ichika?!" The girls said in unison, surprised at the actions of their usually pacifist friend and crush.

"Charlotte, take the others to our room and whatever you do, do not leave until I'll get there." Ichika said, eyeing the hellion-esk creatures.

"Ichika, what's going on?" The French woman asked, only to have the first beast leap towards her. It's jagged yellow fangs were mere inches from her face when Ichika grabbed it by its tail and scruff and rammed it head first into a large rock, nearly splitting it in half. Ichika let his teeth elongate and form into fangs as he looked over his shoulder at them, warm chocolate brown eyes replaced by irritated gold surrounded by black.

"I'll explain later! Just GO!" He all but yelled at them before turning his attention back to the three Hellhounds. The girls quickly ran back to the dorms, confused and scared.

In Ichika/ Charlotte's room

The girls stood in silence in the dorm room, trying to quietly figure out just what the hell happened. According to the clock on the nightstand, only fifteen minutes had passed, but each minute felt like an hour to the girls. Not a minute later the door opened.

There was a sigh of relief from the both of them. He had made it back fine, in fact there wasn't even a scratch on him. Or at least not from what they could see.

"What the hell was that, Ichika?" Houki said, almost yelling.

"Look." He said in a serious voice as he walked towards the center of the room, "If you want to believe that this is all just some fucked up dream or hallucination, I'm not going to stop you, if anything I should be encouraging that. But to be honest I'm so fucking tired of trying to hide from everyone in this goddamn school for reason or another. I trust you guys and if you want to know what really happened just ask. Just know that once I tell you, you can't go back to how things were before. So who really wants to know?"

The girls shared a glance of confusion but chose the latter.

"You're absolutely sure?" He asked, giving them one last out. They nodded. "Then ask away." was his only response.

"What were those...things from before?" Charlotte asked.

"Hellhounds." He said nonchalantly, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

"What?" Both girls said.

"Hellhounds." He repeated. "I know this probably sounds like a prank to you, but monsters do exist. And the creatures from before were a kind of them."

"Oh so what are you? A monster hunter?" Houki said sarcastically.

"I'd hope not." he responded with a chuckle.

"Then what are you?"

"Er...before I answer, could you please put your I.S.'s on the desk there and...promise not to freak out." He said as he closed the blinds.

"Why?" Both girls asked.

"Please...just do it." He pleaded. They removed their I.S.'s, albeit reluctantly. He took a deep breath to compose himself. And then he turned. It was fairly quick, since he wasn't a little pup. The feeling of fur bursting from his skin, his muscles bulge and rearranging as his bones broke and rearticulated themselves in a different shape, was uncomfortable to say the least. But not enough to make a noise of pain besides the occasional grunt. And after a few minutes he was done.

Houki and Charlotte just stood there in silence, too shocked to do anything. In place of their kind and oblivious friend was a nine foot tall, furry, bipedal werewolf.

"Surprise."He said sheepishly, his voice deeper and more gravely.

"What happened..." Charlotte quietly said rather than asked.

"Nothing, I was born a werewolf."

"Were you ever going to tell us?"

"No. I thought that it would probably be better for you if you still thought things like vampires and werecreatures were myth."

"Wait. Werecreatures?" Houki said.

"Yes. There are currently six major werecreatures. Werelions, weretigers, werecats, werefoxes, werebears and werewolves. Each with two or three subspecies, with one usually being rarer than the other, and the ability to take on three different forms. A human form, were form and animal form."

"So then what subspecies are you?" Charlotte asked.

"I'm a pureblood werewolf."

"So how is that different than the other subspecies?" Houki asked.

Ichika chuckled a bit before saying, "As happy as I am about how open you are to all of this, it's late and you probably still need time to fully process everything, So why don't we pick this up tomorrow?"

The pair nodded and Houki went back to her dorm while Charlotte stayed since she was Ichika' roommate. Ichka turned back into his human form and went to bed as the girls let this new load of information sink in and wondered what tomorrow would be like. Needless to say, it took awhile before either could sleep.

Charlotte tossed and turned in bed for a good ten minutes, trying to figure out if all of this was really happening or if it really was just some 'fucked up dream'. But she knew that she never would have been able to imagine this, much less dream of it. She still had so many questions that could only hope he would answer.

One in particular kept her up. She sighed in defeat when she realized that she wouldn't be able to sleep with it on her mind, no matter how hard she tried.

'Well, it wouldn't hurt to try…' she thought, turning to look at her room mate.

"Hey Ichika?" The French woman said.

"Hmm." He drowsily responded.

"Why didn't you tell us?"

He sighed and asked her once again if she really wanted her to know. She gave a curt nod, mild annoyance flashing in her eyes for the briefest of moments. She was starting to get tired of being sheltered on the subject given what had happened earlier that evening.

"To put it bluntly," he sighed, "your kind isn't really fond of mine."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh that's right, your people are a firm believer in the phrase 'winner writes history'. Well, I guess I'll start at the beggining. Somewhere in Europe, possibly in either Germany or France, in the late 1400's, a human village had stumbled upon a werewolf village deep in the forest. The werewolf village welcomed the human one with open arms and became a sort of trading partner. But it wasn't long before the humans found out about the werewolves abilities and became terrified of the werewolves. The werewolves assured them that they had control over it and would not use their abilities to knowingly harm a person. But the humans had their doubts and quickly withdrew contact with the werewolf villages. Though there was tension between the two villages, neither one did anything to harm the other. Until one day. Three young pups who were somewhere between six and eight years old had wondered off to play on the outskirts of the werewolf village in their wolf forms. After a while of playing two were shot by a human hunter."

"It was probably an accident, he didn't know…"

"No, he knew. He had shot one in the leg and one in arm, and though the wounds might kill them due to infection, it wasn't enough to instantly kill them. Assuming that he had thought that they were real wolves they changed into their human form. But he didn't top to help them, instead he knocked one out with a rock and shot the other a second time when he tried to run. The hunter dragged them both the the human village, where the humans ate them. The werewolf village was furious when they had found out about this. The quickest way to piss of any group of people is to harm their children. This is especially so for werewolves as we have always lived in rather tightly knit communities, and these communities were closest around that time. So if a werewolf mother now would make sure you're only coughing up blood if you hit her child, imagine how one then might have reacted to this tragedy."

He paused to let the information sink in.

"So in retaliation, the mothers of those unfortunate pups returned the favor and brutally murdered the hunter. Which then quickly caused humans to kill werewolves left and right, in any way they could. And now there are less than 10,000 werewolves world wide." He finished.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know." Charlotte said as she looked at the young wolf with sadness in her eyes. Such an event should have never happened to anyone, much less people who were just upset about their children being killed.

"It's fine. It's not like there's anything you could have done, and it happened centuries ago. Right now all my people want to do is hide from yours." She couldn't help but hear the hint of sadness that was laced in his voice. "Hey we still need to get some sleep. Just because exams are over doesn't mean Chifuyu will go easy on us."

"Okay…" The Frenchwoman said before turning in her bed, thinking about if she had opened up an old wound and if so how deep was it. She let her thoughts go though, if only so that way could finally get some rest. Little did she know that she had opened up some old wounds, ones that didn't like to go down without a fight. Not even in his dreams.

So this is chapter one of the rewrite, I hope you guys like it. I had it increase the werewolf population for a future part of the story line and realized that 350 would be too small of a number to accomplish that, so I decided to make their population 0.0001% of the world's population. So even though the number I used may sound like a lot, it really isn't compared to the amount of humans there are. (I also plan to make all humanoid monsters makeup for about 0.01% of the world's population at most. So the other races aren't faring well in terms of numbers either.) Any way, please comment and tell me if you like the idea of me rewriting it and possibly going farther with it. Bye.