Pale Green
By: Arctic Kitten
Anime: Naruto
Type: Husky Style!
Beta: N/N ((I need one!))
Summary: A Pack created from abused and abandoned huskies are reported after 2 1/2 years of running around. 2 people come in, to find that they have multiplied. GaaNar, SasuNaru, ShiKib, NejGaa, KakIru
Warning 4 Prologue: Animal abuse, cussing
Prologue: Spring
A mangy looking reddish husky, dragging a small rope of sausage, slipped into a ruined town entrance. He walked silently through the vacant town, making sure to check if he had been followed. Stopping every few moments to take a look around, he walked on after securing the fact that no one was actually following him. He was deep in the ruined town when he stopped and turned into an alleyway. Once at the back of the alley he made a swift turn behind a garbage can and slipped through a hole in the wall. The Husky had entered into a basement, the musty smell of mold made his black rimmed eyes water and his nose twitch. Passing stacked, rotting, boxes he found the stairs and carefully went up them. They creaked and whined at his weight.
Leaping over the last step, the Husky came to a hallway, where he quickened his step when hearing the shrill wails from the second floor. He leapt up the stairs and passed the four doors to the end of the hall where he stopped in his mid dash. He looked into a room spotting a partly hairless tail. Pushing past the rusty door, he entered the room, only to be bombarded by wails of hunger and welcome. The other adult male Husky lifted his head and wagged his tail. Three Husky puppies lay at his belly wailing for attention. The first Husky smiled and walked up to the other and bunted heads with him. He dropped the rope of sausage and rumbled in a soft rhythmic voice,
"Long time no see, Naruto-Kio." The other Husky grumbled, something like a purr in response.
"It's been too long, Gaara-Kio. You take too long." He barked licking at one of the puppies. The newly named Husky, Gaara, looked over his three kin.
"I've been blessed with a beautiful family." The other Husky named, Naruto chuckled.
"Such a charmer." Purred Naruto rubbing his muzzle to Gaara's.
"That's why you love me." Responded Gaara licking the tip of Naruto's nose.
"Always a charmer." Finished Naruto, however the love fest stopped as Naruto yelped from a puppy chomping down upon one of his nipples. It suckled then pulled back and wailed. Naruto had no more milk. Gaara rushed the sausage to Naruto and urged him to eat.
"Sooner you eat the sooner the puppies can eat." Naruto nodded and chewed upon the tasty meat. Gaara looked around and spotted a larger mound of brown fur. Gaara tilted his head, the fur ball was curled up in the corner. He looked at his kin, who were two times smaller than the
other. Naruto finished the last of the sausage and sighed, licking his lips. Gaara turned back to him and sighed.
"No luck on him today?" Naruto looked at the shivering puppy. His blue hued eyes darkened in concern.
"No luck. He's just been to beaten to trust even his own species." Gaara shook his head and sat down, looking over his mates burned body. Singed golden fur lay dim and dusty against burned skin.
"Do you….." Naruto drew his attention away from the other puppy and looked at his mate with love. "Do you still…." Gaara couldn't bring himself to say it. Naruto tilted his head and barked out softly.
"What is it, Gaara-Kio?" Gaara scratched nervously at the back of his ear with his left hind leg.
"…. Well…"
"Gaara, spit it out, Kio!" barked Gaara a little bit shrill.
"Do you still hurt?" Gaara whispered, it was almost not heard by Naruto but it didn't miss his ears. Naruto drooped, his eyes lowered to look over his three pups. Gaara stood and barked quickly.
"You don't hav-"
"I do on some days. It all depends on how I move the day before." Answered Naruto busing himself with cleaning his hungry puppies. Gaara also drooped. He hated asking his mate that question.
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Gaara had found Naruto a half a years ago, in a ditch. He still was smoking. Gaara knew that his owners had tried to burn the poor Husky. When Gaara had approached the ditch he had reared back from the horrific odder. At first he thought the severely burned dog was already dead, but it moved and groaned in pain. Gaara had been trying to get the dog out but the severe burns and loss of fur it was difficult to grasp the hurt dog. It took a good four hours to finally retrieve the dog. Only after Gaara had pulled the dog out of the ditch did you notice that the dog was his own breed. However because of the damage done, it was very hard to tell.
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Gaara on the other hand, had been chained and taught how to fight. His Husky behavior was not of a natural Huskies but of a wild wolfs. With no one knowing, his father had bred with a wolf, when she died giving birth he brought the only puppy alive, Gaara, back to his owners. A group of dog fighters bought the pup after seeing how aggressive he was. They taunted him and chained him to a short leash. He was called the "Demon of Blood" for his eyes would turn a flashing red, his teeth, once purlly white became stained with blood. Black claws glinted red. The white patches of his fur, became dark maroon. He had beaten every dog fighter, until the dog fighters refused to fight "Demon of Blood". Gaara wasn't even a year at the time too.
Time passed, Gaara was isolated from every other dog, so he wouldn't kill them. He was barely fed and slowly he became crazy. At eleven months, a brave dog fighter stepped up to the plate. However, that was the day, Gaara got the taste of human flesh and the joy of people screaming in agony. ((I won't go into detail….unless you want me too. 0o)) Gaara escaped, but the fighters
were outraged because of the death of their men and went after him. Resulting in him getting the bullet wound in his left, front shoulder blade.
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Gaara blinked back the memories of that painful day. His shoulder throbbed, his muzzle was right at the hole in his shoulder. It had never healed properly, it was a lucky break that it hadn't gotten to infected. The bullet was still deeply in logged in his shoulder, making moments of walking VERY painful. Gaara stopped licking his wound when he heard a worried whimper. He hadn't noticed that Naruto had gotten the puppies to sleep. The worried expression on his mates face made Gaara sick. He hated that look, no, not like with unlove. He didn't want his kio to look like that. Gaara smiled, his teeth still tinted red. He tried to reassure his upset mate.
"You shouldn't worr-"
"How can I not. Kio, your wound is getting infected."
Gaara drooped his ears and looked at Naruto, at their puppies.
"I know, but I can handle-"
"I want you around…." Naruto paused licking a squirming puppy. "For our puppies. For me." He finished, making Gaara feel very guilty.
Gaara couldn't bear to look at his mate. He knew how much his mate loved him. He loved his mate to; he didn't want to leave his family. With the bullet in his flesh still, rotting away, it was no way he could get at it. ((They don't know they can shift into their human/animal form. The parents are supposed to teach them that. .')) Gaara got to his paws and closed the distance between his mate and him. He curved himself around his pups so that Gaara and Naruto made a
circle around them. Gaara rested his head on Naruto's and their tails entwined. Before drifting to sleep, they both whispered, 'Goodnight, Kio….' ((Awwwwww!))
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"So they are in this…ruined town?" asked a woman dressed in an uniform.
"Yes." A neighbor answered. The neighbor lived just a block away from the ruined town.
"And you say they've been here for ….." the uniformed woman looked down at her clip board and raised an eye. "Two and a half years now…." The neighbor nodded. The woman scratched her forehead. "No one else has tried to… you know catch them?" the neighbor looked horror struck. She raised her hands up, in defense.
"Like hell we would, the red one is a MONSTER!" the neighbor shrieked. The uniformed woman stepped back and put her pinky in her ear to try to stop the ringing.
"So others have tried?"
"Of course we've tried!" yelled the neighbor flaring his arms. "But these ain't no normal dogs. We think they are these hybrid beasts that people are now buying." The woman blinked. "The red one is VERY protective over the burned one and vice versa." finished the man.
'Ah so that's why they called us then.' The woman thought as she watched the man look nervously into the entrance of the town. "We have traps EVERYWHERE! Somehow they just walk right passed them. They are smarter than the average dog." The man finished. The
uniformed woman scribbled down notes on her clipboard. When she finished she didn't even look at the man. She just started to turn and talk.
"Well, sir… No worries. We'll catch those two-"
"Uh well…." The man fidgeted. The woman turned to the man with a raised eyebrow.
"What? There are two right?" asked the woman. The man looked down and scratched the back of his head.
"Well yeah… but… My…my wife said that she hasn't seen the burned one for a while….But she has claimed to see the dirty red one walking back with food… We think they might have… you know cubs…" the woman blinked.
'Cubs? These aren't bears or lions, sir….' She sweat dropped. "Well sir…that might be a possibility, however it also means that the burned dog might be in trouble and the other doesn't know how to help so he only brings him food." The man didn't seem so sure. The man stepped up to the woman.
"Well okay whatever you say, you're the professional." He began making the woman twitch. "But if there are cubs-"
'Pups' the woman corrected the man in her head again.
"We would like to see them before you take them away." The woman stared at the man. This man, the one who had finally called them, the one that HATED the dogs with a passion, the cat lover, was asking to see the dogs after they were captured.
"Want one?" the woman asked. The man looked horror struck again.
"No no no no, we just love seeing babies." The man reassured the woman. The woman sighed.
"Well sir I don't think they have puppies…" the man looked a little upset so the woman quickly fixed what she was going to say. "But… if there are puppies, you'll be the first to be shown them." The man's eyes gleamed with a father's love. The woman turned away from the man and got back into her pickup truck. The man walked up to the window.
"Thanks. I know that my wife and I seem like dog haters, and most of the time we are." The woman sweat dropped. "But these two dogs… They seem to be very close to each other… my wife and I see a lot of each other in those two dogs… We don't want anything to happen to them. We know you would take very good care of the dogs." The woman stared hard and long at the man before her. Her whole thoughts about this man changed. He did care for those two. "If they are in any danger it would take our minds off of it to know that they are in a better place and out of harm's way." The woman smiled the first time for that week.
"We'll make sure they are properly taken care of sir." With that, the woman drove off. She could see the man in her mirror.
Kitten: Finished! This was fun to write...er type really. It's even more fun when you have half of it down in your head! -giggles-
Arctic Vixen: So, Kitten are we going to be in this story too? -hopeful eyes-
Kitten: -sighs and smiles- Yep!
Arctic Vixen: -gasps- REALLY?!
Kitten: -nods-
Arctic Vixen: SQUEEEEE!
Kitten: -laughs- Well that's it for now. I'll wait for five or six reviews before going on-
Arctic Vixen: Awwww! Why that mainy!? -moppy-
Kitten: Because, that gives me time to read what people have to say, and to make the next chapter, silly.
Next Chapter: A GRRRROWLING Start
