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Fang lay on the bed with a cool night breeze from the open window wafting into the room, the moon hung low in the sky and the only sound was the soft snores of Tails coming up from the couch, Fang was awake, wide awake, and with no interest in sleep, only in his own thoughts. His death had come and gone and he was still alive, though the pain in his chest had lessened he could clearly recall the sear of the beam from the bot, and yet he was still alive, and as much as he hated to admit it, it wasn't because of his own skill. He turned his head and looked at the slumbering form, twin tails draped around himself for warmth, he owed the kid his life, and it was very much an odd situation, someone had done something for him, not for money, or because it was part of their job, they just acted selflessly. Fang shook his head to knock loose the confusing thoughts, he would repay the fox and then get on his way, the issue being how would he repay someone who apparently held complete disregard for the almighty dollar, what else was there he could give? He pondered this throughout most of the night and into the wee hours of the morning until he came up with a start on the repayment, a very small start but at least it was something.
Tails felt groggy, he was not a morning person and being pulled from the comfort of sleep was hardly pleasant, that is until a scent hit his nose, an extremely pleasant scent of sausage and eggs accompanied by the sizzling sounds flying round the small hut. Tails pulled himself upright instantly and rose to his feet in a rough fighting stance when he saw Fang in the kitchen, one hand flipping eggs with a spatula and the other grasping a large metal pole for support in the manner of a walking stick. Tails arms sunk down to his sides and his eyes went wide and his jaw hung open, a slight line of drool running from one of the corners of his mouth when Fang took notice of him standing there. "Well what the hell are you waiting for? I'm not bloody bringing it to you." Tails walked over, a baffled look on him as he took his seat at the table and a plate of golden brown eggs, and lightly blackened sausage was placed in front of him before Fang took his seat across from Tails carefully putting his weight on the poll he had carried over before sitting in the chair. Tails took a single bite and an instant smile filled his face as he then shovelled down the eggs as Fang looked on with a look of disgust as the sausage on his fork slowly slid off back onto the plate. "Hell, I knew the Freedom Fighters were paid like dirt but didn't know they were fed it too. You ever eaten food before this or are you just a glutton?" Fang smirked from his comment and Tails rolled his eyes before finishing the sausage in a single gulp before Fang had even taken a single bite, Tails exhaled before his eyes suddenly grew serious and the look of contentment fell from his face as he spoke. "You shouldn't be moving yet, you were shot yesterday and if you move around much your stitches will break. Also where did you get that pole?" Fang now rolled his eyes as he took a bite of the sausage and spoke with a full mouth, words slightly garbled by the succulent sausage. "I been shot pwenty o times bethore, wouldn't mak mucha bounty hunter if I coolent take a hip, and this." With a garbled explanation out he then hoisted the pole in the air before clicking a button on its side that Tails had failed to notice, the pole then slid into itself until it looked more like a baton and was then placed in one of the brown satchels attached to his waist belt.
Tails carried way the dishes as Fang sat at the table starring at his now dressed wound; the white bandages reminded him of one of those mummies from bad horror flicks. Tails washed the two plates and stared at the back of Fangs head, his iconic hat lost somewhere in the Great Forest, he had made breakfast, he certainly didn't seem evil, though he had captured Sonic for Robotnik on several occasions so Tails was careful not to let his guard down, still. "Uhhhm Fang, thanks for the food, it was really good. Haven't had anything other than chilidogs for a while now." Fang had been picking his teeth when Tails said that and was surprised, a thank you, this kid was unlike so many of the people he had met, he muttered out a no prob, when a part of the kids sentence struck him and he felt the need to reply. "Wait, what do you mean you aint had nothin but chilidogs for a while? Ya don't mean that's all you eat do you?" Tails nodded and Fang got a look of horror on his face, sure chilidogs were okay, but a steady diet was something out of a nightmare, did this kid have no concept of healthy foods, figuring he lived out in the woods Fang always just assumed the Freedom Fighters hunted and grew their own crops, but this was ridiculous. "What the hell do ya mean all you eat is chilidogs, you'll wind up looking like Robotnik if you keep that up."
Tails got a slight shudder and then raised a finger in the air as he replied. "Well chilidogs is all Sonic eats so I figured they must do something good for him otherwise he'd never be able to run so fast." Fang placed his face into his palm and sighed loudly before responding. "Sonic runs who knows how fast every day and never bloody stands still, he burns off the calories "cause" he runs so fast, you eating like that and not running like a freaking maniac means you'll gain weight and wind up a potbelly. Hell didn't you least have someone teach you that?" Fang's mini rant complete he then looked at Tails who had his head pointed down at the ground and a downcast expression on his face, Fang cringed, he'd hit a nerve and he knew it. Thinking fast he looked for some way to distract the kid from what was likely to be a fit of depression, after all Fang could remember his childhood bits of depression and this had all the makings of one, spotting the workbench Fang belted out the first thought that came to mind. "Aren't you a little young to be working with tools?" Tails downcast expression evaporated and in its place was a scowl, lips curling round the edges until he turned and shouted at Fang. "I'm not a little kid! Why do you and everyone else always have to treat me like some stupid baby, I'm one of the best mechanics in Knothole! Since you're so smart why didn't you just fix yourself up huh, instead I did it! So stop babying me like everybody else and get off my back!" Tails breathed heavily and suddenly realizing he just yelled at someone his cheeks suddenly turned red and his head bowed from shame, he expected a punishment, that's what always happened whenever he got angry with anyone, but instead he heard soft chuckling.
"Wow kid, color me impressed, didn't think you had guts. Alright then if you are a good mechanic like you say then you should have no problem getting me a Pozidriv screwdriver, a 3/8 wrench and let's say an acetylene torch." Fang had a smirk on, no kid he'd ever heard of had a clue as to what a pozidriv screwdriver was, he watched smugly as Tails quickly gathered together several items in his arms and then placed them at Fangs feet. Tails was now looking triumphant with his arms crossed and his own smirk on his face as he and fang looked at the items and Fang was surprised to see all three items correctly displayed. "Well I'll be damned." Were the only words out of Fangs mouth for about thirty seconds as he looked over the items and noticed how well taken care of they were, obvious signs of polishing on all three, Fang then nodded his head in approval and got a far off look as he recalled his own childhood.
Fang had also been a pretty good mechanic when he was young, though it was used in a very different way as he would strip cars for parts and then sell them; he smirked at the memories of his old gang before being pulled out of his remembrance by the snapping of Tails fingers. "Hey Fang, you still home?" Fang then pushed the hand away from his face and looked Tails in the eye, gauging him, a thought had hit him as to how he could repay the young fox, and when he spoke he had every confidence that he would accept and it showed in his voice. "Oi Tails, if you're tired of the other's babying you why not show em how tough you are eh. Tell you what, I'll teach you how to shoot straight as any Mobian ever shot and will call it even with you savin my life. Deal?" Tails eyes shot wide, firing a gun would make Sally panic, and Sonic collapse, it was perfect, if he could use a gun then the others would need to accept his maturity. After all he understood how dangerous such weapons could be, he wasn't stupid enough to try and figure out how to use one without first being taught, so after a moment hesitation he then nodded vigorously earning an almost imperceptible smile from Fang. Fang had guessed right, it would get him out of personal debt to him but also, he had taken a small liking to this kid, he was naïve as all hell, but a good kid, if he learnt to use a gun he'd at least be a little safer.
"Ok kid job numero uno, get me my gun from wherever you put it and pass it to me." Tails nodded and then ran to his desk where he pulled Fangs magnum from a drawer and carried it to him on the tips of his fingers, like carrying one of his explosives, Fang rolled his eyes as he casually grabbed hold of it and unloaded the bullets from the chamber and then passed the now empty gun to Tails pocketing the bullets. "Right, I want you to get used to the gun, the weight of it, the way it feels so you don't look so damn nervous whenever you touch the thing. Practice flicking open the chamber and how you would reload it if you had bullets. Once you get used to it were going to take it apart so you know the thing inside out. Finally by then I should be good enough to fire a gun without tweaking my stomach muscles and ripping the stitches so I'll show you how to shoot. Finally after that we part ways and never see each other's ugly mugs again. That all sound good to you, yes no, well to bad that's my method, you don't like it go find someone else. Any questions?"
Tails looked confused with the gun in his hand and was carefully holding it as far in his right hand as he could without dropping it, Fang once again rolled his eyes at the humorous sight before Tails raised his hand. Fang guessed it was a question so he cocked an eyebrow and waited. "Uhh I have one question. What exactly are you? You have that big fang and weird tail, are you like an otter orrrrr?" Fang growled slightly, he hated being made fun of for his looks, so his response was came out in a slight growl. "I'm a half wolf half weasel k, that adequate for you. I wouldn't go around making fun of someone when you got those two tails there buddy or you might get hurt." Tails looked wounded by the comment and Fang felt the slightest twinge, something he hadn't felt in years, guilt, so swallowing his pride he then did something so out of character you would have needed to have been there to believe it, he apologized. "Listen kid, sorry bout snapping at ya. I just don't like it when people judge me for being a hybrid. They got plenty of other reasons to judge me but that isn't one them. So, we good?" Tails looked up and had a small smile as he replied. "Yah were good. I don't like people making fun of my extra tail either. Though I don't bite the head off of anyone that does." And with that the two shared a smirk before Tails began examining the bright silver magnum revolver in his hands, though he did so with all the caution of one of his explosives.
