Hey there fellow fanfictioners, Luxuria here giving an update!
I'm reposting this story because guess what-I'M CONTINUING IT! eeeeeeeeeyup.
I've gotten much better at writing, and I feel like I can finally write for this fic and give it all I got. The story line has also improved IMMENSELY, and luckily I don't have to change any of the content in the chapters already posted.
I will not, however, be rewriting them, since I don't have that kind of time. When I finish, I might do so, but please bare with my old writing self until my latest chapter update (chapter 10).
Also, please read the times at the beginnings of the first few chapters, as things are a bit tricky and crazy.
I hope you all enjoy this story!
This is a story inspired by the Cats&Dogs films, the classic James Bond films, and the beautiful stories created by Square Enix. Featuring Final Fantasy, Kingdom Hearts, World Ends With You, and many other fandom characters as canine and feline agents. It's weird, but it's a whole lot of fun to write :3
The roar of the inanimate beast rang against the dunes of the desert, beating them like a merciless whip of rage. The tiny particles of sand whisking in the winds swarmed like a thousand insects, their horrid screech ringing out like a bloody battle cry. Three blurred figures pushed their way through the maelstrom with simple ease, the dark of the night beginning to set in.
"Reporting to head base: we're a man down. Agent A44 has just been concluded as absent." A large Belgian shepherd with spiky hair spoke into the communicator on his collar, his charcoal tinted pelt blustering in the wind.
"I didn't even realize he was gone…" a slightly smaller blonde canine adjusted his sharp black goggles as he mumbled in personal silence, spikes similar to his comrade's were adorn his head. His bulk body was much slimmer than his darker subordinate, but there was more husky blood than anything else in his breed, but the only rogue trait was his wolf like tail that hung just above the sand.
"Come on, we need to keep moving. I'm sure your mentor can take care of himself." Towering over the Belgian shepherd, an enormous jet black Akita bellowed out as he grumbled forward into the storm.
The three dogs trekked into the storm for what seemed like hours, but time itself had been morphed by the repetitive nature of the scenery, sand blowing everywhere you looked. Out of the ridiculous swirls of dust devils though, six glowing blue orbs illuminated like marbles in the storm. The dogs' eyes reflected the imperceptible blue sky high above them and the vicious storm, almost glowing as a sign of actual hope.
The smaller blonde male slowed to a stop as the sound of their paws walking lessened slightly. He turned his head to see his superior, only to find that the Akita had gone missing. With a quick bark, he called over his one comrade left,
"Where's the captain?" the spiky haired blonde said with a stern tone.
"He's gone?" the black shepherd looked past his friend with a worried look, but found no one in sight.
Both dogs stood in silence as they brooded over what their new plan of attack would be, but a sting of fear weighted itself on the younger male, his blonde fur whipping in the harsh winds. His superior began to pace a bit, an unyielding face painted on his visage. The still agent watched him with a calm expression, but something in the corner of his eye grabbed his attention. He squinted his eyes as he focused on the wave-like winds of the sandstorm, a bizarre, small red dot floating in the midst of it. He repeated his comrade's name, but the shepherd waved it off as he continued to talk to himself in an attempt to form a complicated strategy. The red light seemed to float aimlessly like a lantern, but suddenly stopped as it abruptly turned its attention directly at the SOLDIER watching it. Something told the fighter to run, but his claws dug deep into the sands like the anchor of a ship, along with his eyes aimed openly at the mysterious crimson orb.
"Damn it, there's not a single bar out here!" breaking his gaze with the light, the husky mix turned to look at his companion with a questioning face.
"I can't get in touch with H.Q., so we're just gonna have to pray we find them before the sun completely sets." The Belgian shepherd began to walk aimlessly into the desert, the enormous sword on his back protecting him from the whipping sands.
The blonde male turned his head back to look at the light, but it was gone. With a puzzled face playing on his visage, the soldier slowly followed after his subordinate literally having to pry his attention from the light's previous location with his claws.
"Lieutenant, I think we're being watched." His blue eyes shifted across the sands, soon meeting the back of his superior's head.
"Ah, come on rookie! What creature could follow us from such a distance in a sandstorm this big? You're just on tail's end, s'all." The black male replied somewhat cheerily, attempting to lighten the new SOLDIER's mind of worry.
The blonde male still checked behind him with concern, but decided to listen to his commander and continued their trail; the illuminating light still flickering in the back of his mind.
Something loud sounded from the earth, the ground trembling under their feet like a subtle quake. It quieted as the two dogs stopped in their tracks, but abruptly rumbled through the sand again. This action began to repeat in a pattern, both agents looking around themselves calmly, but serious expressions plaguing their faces. Now having to grip the ground with their claws as best they could, the echoe's degree was immensely powerful, and greatly increased in volume as the agents struggled to even move.
Then it stopped. The winds were the only sound audible to the canines' sensitive ears, but they both remained still in a defensive stance,
"Hm. That was weird." The black dog said in a carefree voice, taking a step in their trail again,
"Let's keep moving—whoa!" the male was cut off as the sand beneath him rose at a threatening pace, the ground screaming as it elevated. His subordinate jumped back a few feet as he shouted his commander's name with wide eyes.
Leaping gracefully off of the living sand dune, the shepherd landed near his comrade, a glower in his eyes. From out of the sand came an enormous monster in the shape of a metallic canine. Metal covered its body randomly like rusted armor, and the skin that showed was a dark burgundy color similar to that of rotten flesh. Tattered wings, one which was ripped savagely in half, were adorned on top of its back, which were once the color of a pure white, but now the tint of crusted blood. Its ribcage stuck out of the armor awkwardly, and inside its jaws were what looked like massive bridals usually worn by horses, each the color of brindled gold.
With a slow movement, it turned its colossal head towards the dogs that were about three times smaller than it, its eyes shut from the raging storm. The shepherd and husky froze; panic rushing through them like adrenaline, but neither moved a muscle. Being a brave soldier, the dark male stepped forward softly, his paw slowly touching the sand in front of him. The very moment his claws scratched the surface of the earth, the creature rotated its head at a frightening speed and let out a bone-chilling scream, so loud it echoed through the agent's ears even as they dashed away in a full out sprint.
Their breaths became quick and raspy as the shrieking monster pursued them, the younger soldier shouting over the roar to his partner,
"What is that thing?" The behemoth roared again, causing the agents to quicken their speed.
"I don't know, but one thing's for sure—" Suddenly, the Belgian shepherd growled as he grabbed the blade's hilt with his jaws,
"I hate running." With a powerful swing, the male swung the blade from his back, and skidded into the sand pulling a full 180 spin. The younger subordinate watched in utter confusion and loss, shouting after his superior while still running,
"Lieutenant!" despite his cry, the commander continued his plan of attack.
Using the physical thrust of the sword, he flung himself forward towards the oncoming beast, which was unaware that its prey had evaded him. Soaring towards the face of the villainous demon, the soldier's eyes widened in rage as he thrust the fat blade's edge right into the monster's closed right eye, a sickening resonance following the stab. As it pierced the eyeball cleanly, the fiend roared in pain, the wound clearly agonizing as it swung its head back and forth profusely trying to shake the agent off. With a revolting pop, the soldier went flying back into the sands landing on all fours, the massive, bloody eyeball now twisted onto his blade.
"That is just nasty…" the shepherd grimaced as he shook the eyeball off of his sword, making sure the juices didn't get on his dark-tinted fur.
The blonde soldier had made his way back to his commander, the beast having been distracted by its own eye torn out profusely, and allowing for the male to catch his breath,
"Sir—" the dog was quickly cut off by the creature's attacker.
"Come on soldier, I can't kill this damn thing alone, now can I?" the shepherd finished shaking his blade as he flicked his black spiked hair in a fashionable manner.
The beast swung a massive paw towards the comrade and roared in rage, but the black soldier jumped out of the way with ease,
"Well, technically I could kill it solo, but you being the newbie and all I thought you deserved some credit." The soldier avoided another deadly strike with a leap and spin, the husky mix joining him in silence. Both dogs now glared at the beast with stormy blue eyes, its eye closed due to the raging sand squall. Smirking in the sand-filled winds, the commander pulled out what appeared to be a small orb of light from a pouch on his shoulder, quickly consuming it with a great swallow. After doing so, his body began to morph into a more anthropomorphic figure, now standing on his back legs with ease. Following the swift transformation, the male grasped the grand buster-sword in his new human-like hands, and shifted into a fighting stance with a devious grin. His subordinate pulled out a similar sword, but it wasn't in any form of comparison towards the blade beside him; the blade of a true soldier. Both agents looked at each other with side glances and promptly nodded, both ready to advance upon their enemy.
Its cries dying down, the monster turned its head back to the dogs, one hand covering its bloodied eye hole with a rigid grip. It screamed into their faces, the males' fur blowing in the bodily wind from the behemoth's bowels, but both held their ground with ease, neither moving a muscle.
Rushing forward with a fierce battle cry, the charcoal painted soldier swung his sword downward towards the beast's chest, but in an instant the behemoth had caught the sword in its massive palm. Both enemies pushed their weight against one another in an attempt to overcome the other's force, but his comrade took the moment of distraction as an advantage and leapt into the air with a shout. A gruesome smack echoed through the winds of the desert as the colossus struck the husky square in the gut with its mighty hand, flinging him back into the dunes near unconscious, along with hurling his goggles clear into the desert's storm.
The ally soldier turned his head with a look of worry and fear,
"Soldier!" completely forgetting the battle he waged with the monster, the dark shepherd rushed towards his downed comrade with worry. Not a second later did fate strike with its venomous fangs.
The wounded inferior lifted his head to look at the monster that had wounded him, his facial features squinting in pain. Everything began to play in slow-motion as the shepherd ran towards him with his back turned to the monster, which threw the majestic sword the soldier had left in its grasp to the ground. The beast turned its face towards them, its gaze landing on the felled canine, who returned the stare with squinting eyes, which were now being battered by the sandy winds without his protective goggles. With a deep growl in the pit of its horrid bowels, the lids on the monster's remaining eye slowly opened, revealing the glowing red ball from earlier, but the wounded male never looked away. The crimson glare bored into the soldier's mind like the eyes of a killer, the soldier's own eyes growing wide in fear as the light intensified enormously. It formed its slobbery mouth into a devilish grin only known in Hell's merciless flames, the scythe like fangs in its mouth coming together in a sharp, cold movement.
Crunch.
A horrible scream of certain pain rang out through the blonde's ears, the sight of his comrade in the jaws of the nightmare of his reality almost too agonizing to be real. The beast flung the shepherd from side to side, having grabbed onto the soldier's muscular body with a smile. As the soldier's cries sounded through the storm's blustering winds, a deep and almost inhuman laugh erupted from the monster in a slow manner. Its horrid mirth echoed through the felled subordinate's heart and mind, the sight of his friend being murdered before his very eyes; he wanted to stand and help. How greatly he desired to rip the monster's heart out…but he was afraid. Fear had him chained to the ground like his ordered life. And he couldn't escape it.
A 'thud' was the next and almost last thing he had heard, the beast rumbling away in a haunting laughter. Almost resisting the urge to turn his bloodied head, the blonde male turned to see his comrade lying motionless on the ground a few yards away, blood covering every inch of his front body. Unable to speak, cry, or show any emotion, the still mobile soldier rose to his feet with a great struggle, but managed to drag himself over to his motionless comrade that reeked of the monster's breath. Sitting upright next to the body, he looked down at his superior with eyes full of fear and confusion, the blood of his friend sinking into his mind like a toxic and incurable poison.
The dark and booming cackle of the behemoth rolled through the sandstorm in a haunting echo like the devil enjoying a joking, sick comedy.
I do not own any of the Square Enix characters, along with the ideas behind the Cats&Dogs/James Bond films. They belong to their respective owners. All I own are my few OC's (very very few though) and the story's plot line.