A/N: I'm starting another story! I don't know how often I'll update this since I'm busy with my other fics. I'm guessing maybe once a month? Depends on my schedule, honestly. To explain this better than the short blip, Midorima and Takao are walking home when Midorima gets attacked by a werewolf. There will be hints of depression and other themes in this book but nothing too dramatic. Also, I won't spoil all of the couples but a few of the reoccurring side characters will be: Aomine, Momoi, Miyaji, Hayama, and Izuki. Please R&R! Reviews keep me writing!

Chapter One: Stranger Danger

It was late after practice and the sun had gone down, a harvest moon rising to fill up the dark violet sky. Most of the other civilians had already gone to bed and those that were still roaming around were bundled up to combat the crisp November breeze.

Gold and red leaves crunched underfoot as Midorima and Takao walked home from practice. It was Thursday and both had a Chemistry test the next day, so their pace was quicker than usual. The rickshaw had (coincidentally right after Midorima's weird statue of a robot broke) a busted tire so they were on foot that day.

"Well, Shin-chan, look's like were not gonna—ugh!" Takao coughed and tried not to get winded as a figure leapt from the shadows of the alleyway and tackled him to the alley wall. Dirt smudged into Takao's cheek and he wheezed and struggled to get a good look at his attacker. The man was at least six foot five, dressed in a muddy undone button-down and a torn pair of jeans, and there was some weird sort of musky smell emitting from him. "Hey! Let me go!" Takao huffed, still trying to get a grip with his surroundings. Adrenaline pumped through his body and his heartbeat overthrew his hearing.

"No chance, freshmeat." The man snorted and snapped his teeth in the teen's ear, snarling and growling in a feral manner while his hands sunk into the skin over Takao's ribs. He opened his mouth widely, his hot breath ghosting over the creamy skin in front of him, and moved his head towards Takao's neck when a punch sent him reeling to the ground.

Takao whipped sideways. Midorima stood at the edge of the alleyway, chest lurching as he huffed out breath, form twisted from punching the stranger. His face was livid, sharp green eyes flashing.

"Get away from him!" He growled, and when the man made an inhumanely quick jump to his feet Midorima leapt forward and threw the other to the ground.

Now, Midorima was not a light person. He was over six feet tall, played basketball, and regularly attended practice every weekday. Takao fully expected him to be able to pin the attacker down, no problem. What he did not expect was the man taking Midorima head on with a maniac, feral grin, leaping forward instead of being tackled back. And although he was definitely smaller than Midorima he managed to overpower the other, pushing him bodily into the wall Takao had previously been against and using his momentum to pin the Miracle to it.

But what followed shocked Takao so much he couldn't even move. In the blink of an eye the man had grabbed the arm trying to push him away and bit it. His eyes flashed golden in the moonlight—it had to be the moonlight, what else could it be?—and Midorima let out a strangled sort of half-yell, half-yowl and intensified his struggling. Finally getting a bearing on what was happening, Takao moved to push the strange man off of his partner when a hand pushed him back onto his butt.

It happened in a flash. Before, it was just Takao, Midorima, and the attacker. Suddenly Aomine was there, dressed in black shirt and pants and a dark blue hoodie, and his hand was pressing something into the attacker's back—a broken, rusty thermometer. The stranger howled loudly before falling to the ground in a twitching mess. Aomine didn't hesitate to drive his foot into the convulsing stomach, gritting his teeth loudly and kicking until the figure ceased to twitch. Midorima's chest flew up and down as he hyperventilated and a pink-haired girl came running to him: Momoi. She quickly checked his pulse and shined a small flashlight in his eyes before turning to Aomine.

"It doesn't look like it. We got here in time." She flashed a relieved smile.

"No." Aomine said with a frown. He gave Midorima and Takao once-overs and sighed, running a hand through his hair tiredly. "It's too early to tell. We'll have to take them back to my place."

"Woah." Takao scrambled back when they took a step towards him, hands in front of his chest. "Woah, hey, no. I'm not going anywhere with you. You—You just—"

"I just saved you." Aomine said, squatting down next to Takao and sighing. He didn't look angry, just tired.

"Yeah, by stabbing someone." Takao backed up some more until his back hit the alley wall. He expected Aomine to edge closer and box him in but instead the other sent a wavering, weary look.

"Fine." He backed up. "Momoi, you talk to him." He went back to Midorima, who had a glazed over and vacant look on his face, hooked an arm around the greenettes shoulders to lead him out of the alley. Momoi sent Takao a kind smile and approached him slowly.

"Takao-kun," She began gently, stepping over the attacker's body as she moved, "There's something that explains all of this. And if we could, we would tell you right here or let you go home. But we can't. I swear once we get to a safer place we will, but until then it's not safe to discuss it here."

Takao looked into her eyes; she didn't look like she was lying…he sighed. "Fine. But—but I swear to god if you try to kill either of us I'll—I have a really sharp keychain." Wow, Takao. Threat of the year. Stay away from you. He finally accepted her outstretched and allowed himself to be lead out of the alley.

Full moon tonight. He realized, looking up at the harvest moon. Whatever. Not like it matters anyway, right?

Wrong.