Disclaimer: (In regards to the entire story.) Kingdom Hearts and all related characters of the game are property of Square Enix. However, I do own the idea for this story. Plagiarism will not be tolerated. If you see a story that's clearly taken off from mine, please tell me. :D

Warning(s): yaoi, violence, language.

Opening Notes: Wow. This has been sitting in my computer's hard drive for ages, and I'm finally getting around to posting it. It's a random idea that spurred in my mind, but after searching through the site, I've found that there are only a handful of Kingdom Hearts werewolf-based stories. And, knowing me, I have to do crazy things, like trying to change that.

Even more, this story's going to feature an unusual pairing: Leon/Sora. All I ask is that you give it a chance, eh?

(And before you ask, yes, the title is spelled that way intentionally.)

Not much else to say. Review and tell me what you think, though! If I don't get enough reviews, I'm probably not going to continue this. I have another fic to work on, after all.

(Last thing, I swear. There aren't supposed to be many details at the end. I wrote it in a rushed way on purpose.)

Wolfsong
by Oblivion Sky

I. Prelude

I've never seen anything like them.

How did they reach Traverse Town?

Who let them in?


They look human, but... There's something about them... Almost...

...Animalistic...


"Sora! Pay attention!"

His companion's cry jostled the chestnut-haired youth out of his trance, bringing him back to awareness just in time to dodge a talon-adorned hand as it veered over his head. He leapt back, already lifting up his weapons in order to defend himself from the surrounding enemies. They glinted as he swung them, the steel surfaces reflecting the flickering light of the streetlamps.

The Keyblade, a formidable weapon unlike any other, one that contained incredible strength and could tap into ultimate power. Not just anyone could use it, no. It chose its Master, and Sora just happened to be that lucky person.

Of course, such an honor proved a double-edged sword, as was evident in his current situation.

The Oblivion Keyblade in his right hand connected with someone's skull, spreading a dark aura through the air that was soon followed by an arc of blood, the scarlet droplets falling upon him in a parody of rain. Simultaneously, the silver Lionheart Keyblade threw another body away from him, leaving trails of fire behind it.

The crowd of opponents to his left parted, and Sora caught a glimpse of his partner fighting his way towards him. Shaggy brown hair clung to his neck with sweat, grey-blue eyes narrowed with concentration while also shimmering with excitement. Corpses fell around him, limbs missing and covered with slash marks delivered with the Gunblade.

Out of all the Keyblades, the Oblivion and Lionheart were his favorite, though Sora preferred the latter most of all. He supposed because it had been a gift from the man approaching him, though another friend of theirs had contributed as well. Still, it didn't change the fact that he took the gesture to heart. After all, Leon didn't give out presents very often, and when the stoic man did, it was best to appreciate them more than one would a gift from someone else.

And of course, Sora did just that.

Leon reached him quickly, and the two fell into the familiar back-to-back stance that they normally assumed when fighting hordes of enemies. "Don't let them bite you, Sora, whatever you do. I think I know what these are-,"

He broke off momentarily as they fought off another row of creatures -- there was no other word for them, really -- that lunged at them, returning to the same stance once they'd finished. "...If I'm right, their bite is... Just don't let it happen, understand?"

Sora nodded, sapphire-colored eyes already scanning his portion of the beasts for any sign of movement. "Don't worry, I won't."

They looked so human, even with the glowing eyes, canine-like fangs, and claws that were more like steel blades than nails. Disregarding those features and the growling noises, they were human. Their faces, their bodies, even their hair. Completely and utterly human. But they couldn't be, not acting like this...

What were they...?

One of them suddenly broke away from the rest of the group, running towards Sora on all fours. It snarled, teeth bared in a savage look as it increased the pace, taking the youth by surprise. He hadn't been expecting the sudden acceleration, and it threw his own defensive move off. He wouldn't be able to get the Keyblade up in time, making him open to the creature's attack--

That attack was stopped short in a flash of metal, accented immediately by a spray of blood that showered down on Sora, coating him in a fine layer of ruby red liquid. It dripped into his mouth, coarse and metallic, and then trailed into his eyes, causing them to sting terribly, enough that he cried out in surprise.

When he finally managed to rub the blood from his eyes, he saw the body of the thing lying on the ground before him, head gone and Leon's Gunblade still poised over its mutilated neck. It was sickening, disgusting. A crimson cascade poured from the fatal wound only to pool around his feet, seeping into his shoes while filling his senses with the scent of death.

He attempted to take a step back, but the other's hand circling his wrist caused him to hesitate. He sent Leon a confused glance, but found his friend staring out at the horde, completely frozen in place. "Leon, what-?"

The man interrupted, effectively hushing him with the urgency in his quiet voice. "Don't move, Sora; we can't fight them like this. Wait until I tell you to run."

"Why-?" he started, but fell silent as soon as he saw the gazes of the creatures.

All of their eyes were blazing, filled with pure fury, the rage heightened to such an extent that a shudder ran down his spine, his own breath catching in his throat. He'd never seen anger like this, not wrath incarnate as this seemed to be.

Did they really care about their companions so much?

And then he saw it, something moving behind the yellow orbs of the one closest to him. Something was shifting, restless, wanting to break free. It was in all of them, like some huge animal trying to release itself from the confines of its current form.

Sora shivered again, trying to jerk his wrist out of Leon's grasp. He didn't want to be here right now. Yes, anywhere but here would do. "Leon, c'mon, let me go-!"

At just that moment, an ethereal howl broke out from somewhere in the crowd, echoing through the streets of the town. It was soon joined by more howls until the eerie chorus was all that Sora could hear. In fact, he was so caught up in the song that he didn't realize that Leon was dragging him through the group, decapitated bodies falling left and right as he sliced a path for them.

Sora moved to run beside him once they'd broken out into the open, letting the Oblivion Keyblade vanish until he needed to dual-wield the weapons again. For now, he was sure that he'd be all right with only the Lionheart out; that is, if they weren't surrounded again.

Leon led them into the Second District, ducking toward the alley as soon as they passed through the large wooden door that separated the two areas. Rapid footfalls indicated that they were being chased, though Sora didn't dare to look back to see how far away the creatures were. Part of him knew that he'd be distracted from running, while the other part didn't want to see those eyes again, that animalistic rage.

As they dashed past the pool of water that led to the secret waterway, he glanced up at Leon, fighting the urge to break his stride. "Why aren't we going in there?"

"'Can't lead them to Merlin," the other replied, picking up the pace as another crazed howl sounded behind them, "We'll get into the hotel and circle back to the Third District, and if we don't lose them, then we'll go to Merlin."

Sora could only nod, rushing down the alley until they reached the low balconies of the hotel rooms. Without a second thought, he used the building's wall to launch himself upwards, catching the railing easily and flipping himself over. Leon appeared a moment later, using the same method.

"C'mon," he muttered, already running through the open glass door. Sora followed, though he bothered to lock the door behind them using the Keyblade; it was still a key, after all.

The brightly colored rooms lost their detail, forming into one blur as the pair raced through them, knocking aside chairs and other objects that were in their way. Things scattered, one large vase falling to the ground with a thunderous crash. Neither of the two paid any attention to it, concentrating on escaping their pursuers.

As soon as they reached the front entrance, there was an ear-splitting sound of shattering glass, signifying that the beasts had chosen to break through the door rather than deal with the lock. Sora hesitated, unconsciously stepping closer to his friend, tightening his grip on the Lionheart if only to reassure himself that the weapon was still there.

These creatures obviously weren't as stupid and primitive as first thought. No, if they'd realized that they could simply jump through the glass instead of having to go around, they had some level of intelligence, which wasn't a good thing for their "prey".

Leon obviously had come to the same conclusion, as he was already pulling Sora towards the grand double doors of the hotel, which he shoved open with one hand. "Let's go, we don't have much-,"

His voice abruptly dropped away as they stepped outside, and once Sora saw why he'd stopped talking, he froze, his eyes widening with something between shock and a tinge of fear.

They were surrounded again. Apparently, the horde had divided themselves in two, sending one half after Leon and Sora while the other waited to intercept them. The latter was standing before them, staring at them with those same glowing eyes. The other group could be heard stepping out of the building, growling and pacing.

Oh yes, these creatures were highly intelligent, whatever they were.

Why hadn't they realized it sooner...?

Before either of them could move or even lift their weapons, the beasts had lunged, clawed hands extended and teeth bared. Sora felt another body collide with his, knocking him to the floor with it still on top of him. He kicked at it, stifling a cry as it raked its nails over his chest, tearing through the fabric of his shirt as if it weren't there at all. Blood erupted from the wounds, crawling over his skin and seeping to the ground.

Somehow, he managed to throw it off of him, scrambling to his feet as soon as he could. To his dismay, Sora found that the Keyblade had gone flying during the scuffle, and before he could pinpoint its location, he'd been tackled again. This time, however, the creature didn't pointlessly scratch at him. No, this time, it plunged those glimmering talons into Sora's stomach, drawing a scream from him as his body writhed, blood forcing its way up his throat.

He couldn't fight it off. He couldn't even use his magic against it, not without the Keyblade to focus the energy. He was helpless, unable to do anything but cough up the blood that filled his mouth, shudders causing him to convulse.

The claws were soon wrenched from his abdomen, even though they had already dug through his stomach completely. He shrieked again, too overcome with pain to notice that the attacker had been thrown off of him. It hurt worse than it should have, so much more than he thought it would. It was as if someone had poured acid into the wound, letting it work its way into his body and burn him from the inside.

No. He had to be strong, had to concentrate, had to fight these things, whatever they were.

Willing his eyes to open, he found Leon standing over him, wielding the Gunblade as fast as possible. The man's hair was matted with blood, his arms positively drenched with it. Nevertheless, he continued to hold the beasts back, defending Sora with everything he had.

But even as he watched, still trying to get enough air around the blood filling his throat, he caught the movement of another creature making its way towards Leon. It weaved its way through its companions, carrying itself low to the ground so as to not attract attention. It slipped closer, ducking underneath the range of the Gunblade as the weapon swung its way. The man hadn't noticed it, as was intended, and Sora's cry of warning was lost as the thing leapt into the air, aimed straight for its opponent.

For a moment, Sora thought he was imagining things; right before his eyes, it had transformed, seamlessly changing in a large grey wolf. Fur had rippled along its skin, human features elongating into a muzzle. Bones cracked to shape the canine body, deadly fangs glistening with saliva.

And there was nothing Sora could do, absolutely nothing at all, as those fangs sank into Leon's shoulder.

His friend didn't scream, didn't yell, not even as blood poured from the puncture wounds. No, the most he did was gasp before gritting his teeth in pain, eyes clenched shut as if that would help. The wolf's weight sent Leon to his knees, driving its fangs in deeper. Its snout was awash with the garnet liquid, yellow eyes gleaming with a fierce excitement.

It jerked its head to the side, tearing at Leon's shoulder, but not to rip off skin. The wolf wasn't eating. If anything, it only seemed to be interested in biting the man, making sure that its fangs were imbedded as far as they would go.

One of Leon's hands was gripping the wolf's head, trying to pry it away. Despite his efforts, it continued to cling to him, blood now covering the entire left side of his body. The splash of scarlet from the initial bite had grown, spreading across the floor with every new application of strength from the wolf and sharp intake of breath from the man.

Sora could only watch in horror, pure and simple horror, as Leon's grasp on the wolf slowly relaxed, falling away as his body slumped against the wolf's. He collapsed once the beast released him, backing away to rejoin the rest of the group.

Leon wasn't dead; the shallow rise and fall of his chest proved that he'd only lost consciousness. Nevertheless, that didn't stop Sora from panicking. He started to sit up, but as soon as he moved, sheer agony lanced through him, the gaping wound in his stomach protesting the action.

He fell back to the ground with a soft cry, muffling it as best he could. Much to his surprise, the creatures only glanced at him before starting to back away in a simultaneous movement. Not even one approached him, the horde soon vanishing into the surrounding shadows, or maybe it was only his fading eyesight, darkening around the edges, obscuring the front of the hotel, the strange figures...

Sora promptly let out a groan and fainted.


- tbc.