Hey people. I know I should finish my other fics, but sometime during school today I got the greatest inspiration for what could be my best fic ever!

FYI: this takes place in the US someplace as, to my knowledge, wolves don't live in Japan. Enjoy!


Kamui shifted is his seat on the large rock at the edge of a clearing. It was a tad uncomfortable, especially with his archrival staring at from his seat at the other end of the clearing. Fuuma was obviously enjoying this, only god knows why.

'Who could enjoy this?' He looked down at his feet for the hundredth time that day. A rustle in the bushes next to him drew his attention away suddenly. As expected, Sorata came careening out of the leaves and into the clearing, clumsily landing on his face inches away from a rat. The rat stopped looking back at Sorata and squeaking a sigh of relief that he ceased the chase. Seishiro was right on it, however. Trapping the rat by the tail, he watched as it struggled desperately.

"Oh, let it go." Yuuto looked up at Seishiro from across the open space. "It's just a little mouse, a young one at that. Why end it's life here, why kill it now?" The assassin sneered a little and let the rat scamper away into the forest.

"Appreciated" Yuuto smiled and turned his eyes back to Satsuki who was busy digging a hole in the side of a hill.

Kamui sighed. Why them? Why not just the Harbingers? Why not just Fuuma?

-Flashback-

I reached over the side of my bed, feeling for the evil contraption many called an alarm clock. Pressing the snooze button, I picked it up off the floor to examine the time. 5:30.

"I hate school. So early…" I mumbled into my pillow followed by a string of low-volume curse words.

I hopped off my bed and trudged into the hallway with a yawn and a scratch. I'm not a morning person and having to get up this early doesn't help. Not fully awake, I almost walked past my destination: the bathroom. I stopped, finding the door closed. No surprise there, someone always gets there before me.

I knocked twice, listening for a response. If Sorata was in there, I had time for more sleep. However, I was met with a very different sound: nails against wood. Not noticing the awkward sound, I knocked again, harder this time. Still pretty much oblivious, I lifted my hand to push the door open and finally heard it. Nails against wood…..

Shifting my gaze down a little, I caught sight of my hand. Only, it wasn't a hand. A paw with four stubby toes and a dewclaw rested on the door. Now I'm awake.

-End Flashback-

Now Kamui is a wolf (you all saw that coming), black with a white underside, his shirt and hair still present. The other members of the Dragons Of Heaven were in the same boat.

Sorata, who was the one in the bathroom, is a golden yellow with brown ears, paws, muzzle-bridge and tail. The toes of his front paws, his underside, and muzzle are white and he has a large black spot on his back.

Arashi, who was currently rolling her eyes at Sorata's stupidity, is black with silver streaks and a silver spot in the middle of her forehead. Like Kamui, she wasn't particularly happy about her current state.

Yuzuriha was overjoyed. She looked just like Inuki except black fur where fur is brown. She bounded happily through the field, jumping and snapping at passing butterflies, stopping every so often to let little Inuki catch up.

Aoki was brown with white husky-type markings. Bored out of his mind, he batted playfully at his tie while trying to start up a conversation with Karen.

Karen, however, was not in the mood to talk. She was red with a black "saddle" over her back, shoulders, tail, and ears. Her paws and underside were white with a black cross in the middle of her chest. As she still had her clothes on, one should not be able to see this cross but we all know how Karen usually dresses.

Finally, saving the best for last, Subaru was white with awkwardly positioned black areas, including one across his face. The white wolf was busy trying desperately to ignore Karen's constant whining and complaining. The only other thing to do was look at Seishiro and he hated doing that.

"Women." He mumbled before covering his sensitive ears and trying to think happy thoughts.

"Too true…" Seishiro appeared out of nowhere. He seems to enjoy scaring the shit out of people…

Subaru cocked an eyebrow at him before turning his attention back to Karen. 'I hate the way he looks at me. And he knows it, dammit.'

Seishiro was black as night with one single white star on his chest. Nobody could see it, however, as his shirt and trench coat covered it nicely. Some of us should take note… shifts eyes to Karen

Kusanagi was a huge, dark brown wolf with even darker brown, almost black, ears and saddle. All this darkness was offset by a white underside and tail-tip. He wagged it slightly as he watched Yuzuriha. 'She is even more beautiful as a wolf….' A pink hue crept across his dark, furry face, only slightly visible.

Yuuto chuckled to himself. He was sitting right next to Kusanagi and could clearly see him blushing. Yuuto was blond in color with white markings on his face, chest, and legs. Those irritating weapons of his were tied around the base of his tail, dragging behind him. He made a mental note to get rid of them… somehow. He looked down at his huge paws, contemplating how he could use them to untie the rope around his tail.

Yuuto's thoughts were momentarily interrupted by a whimper. Satsuki crawled next to him, her tail between her legs. She was also black, but she had a white diamond on her forehead and a white area on her chest. She looked up at him through her glasses, which were kept on her face by a rubber band strapped behind her head. She was also greatly bothered by her new body.

Yuuto placed a foreleg around her shoulders. "All is well, all is well. We will find out who did this and you can get back to your normal. In the mean time, try and look at the bright side."

"There's a bright side?" Fuuma trotted past the pair, heading to the other side of the clearing, where Kamui sat. He wasn't happy either. Not only was he stuck in the form of a mangy dog; he was also stuck working with his archenemies. Oh well, at least he could still pester Kamui. Fuuma, like his disposition, was black and white with red-brown points and fleas. Poor Fuuma had to stop six times to scratch himself walking a distance of about 150 ft. This Kamui found amusing.

"I guess it's not all bad." He openly laughed at his former friend.

Fuuma could only growl at him mid-scratch.


Tada! I really like it. I found it amusing. I request 1 thing and 1 thing only: Don't ask me why I only write about dogs! I hate it when people walk up to me when I drawing a dog or a wolf and say "Oh, why do you always draw dogs?" Oh I don't know……….. 'cause I'm good at it!!! Geeze!!!!