A.N. Awright, chapter two of this story! Wootness! I lubs evewyone who weviewed. Weally! I do's!

Heh heh. I is so retardedness.

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Roxas sneezed, and Riku gave him a weird look. Roxas grinned and barked happily, and Riku shook his head in exasperation.

'Honestly,' he thought, nudging the blonde wolf with his nose. 'You can be as bad as Sora sometimes.'

A shot rang out, interrupting their quiet scene. Riku yelped, blood spurting from the bullet slamming into his side. Roxas yelped, trying to tell both is he was okay and where that shot had come from at the same time, inspecting the silver-haired wolf's injuries, but Riku shook him off, growling.

Roxas could tell exactly what he was saying. 'Run.'

And they did, streaking through the forest as fast as they could. Another gunshot echoed off the close-knit trees, and Roxas felt it graze right by his head, hearing it shatter against a tree. He ducked around it, and the two were separated in their wild rush.

Roxas raced through the trees, nearly colliding with a few of them as his feet slid in the damp soil. His mind ran with him, spinning crazily. Who was shooting at them? Why were there people shooting at them? They hadn't done anything wrong. And as far as the blonde knew, Sora was the only one who knew anything about them being werewolves.

Had Sora told someone?

Another shot whizzed by his head, and far in the distance he could hear someone—male, by the depth of it—yelling. Immediately, he curved his body at a crazy angle, swerving and heading in that direction at suicidal speed. Maybe if he found the voice, he could find Riku. Roxas knew from his experiences in the Organization (coughXigbarcough) that people didn't go very far with a bullet lodged in their side.

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Riku forced himself to add an extra spurt of speed to his flight through the dark woods. The same questions that had gone through Roxas also assaulted him, but he tried to ignore them, focusing on escaping from his pursuers.

His vision fuzzed in and out of focus more and more as he kept running. He felt the white-hot stabs of pain emanating from his side, but he knew that he couldn't stop and check on it. If he did that, whoever was following him would definitely kill him.

Above him, a figure leaped gracefully from tree to tree, taking aim with the silver Gunblade. Riku could see him out of the corner of his eye, and deviated just in time. The shot threw up dirt from the forest floor, leaving a small crater in the soil.

He turned his head slightly, trying to find the shooter in the swaying treetops, but whoever it was had been lost in the waving black shadows.

Turning to the front, he was confronted instead with a new challenge. A blonde man was rushing straight at him, sword aimed for right between Riku's eyes. Riku instinctively stopped moving, locking his legs so that he slid, ducking. He felt a sharp pain all along one side of his body, but he kept on his stumbling run, trying to ignore the festering injuries that kept wracking his body with agony.

"You son of a bitch!"" came a deep, angry voice behind him. Obviously, the blonde was more persistent than Riku was hoping, having decided to chase the silver wolf through the forest.

Desperation set in his pain-numbed body, and Riku fled deeper and deeper into the trees, trying to lose his attacker. Unfortunately, he couldn't tell if the blonde was still there. Riku hadn't heard him when he had gotten in front of him, so hearing hm in pursuit probably wasn't very likely.

The hairs on his neck stood up, and he threw himself to the side, his reflexes saving his life. The silver sword buried itself right where he had been not a second before, so close that Riku could feel the wind from it as it whistled by him.

Unfortunately, his quick motion put off his rhythm, and he stumbled. The blonde followed his sword on the way down, grabbing the leather-bound handle and swinging in the same motion. Riku was barely able to dodge it, and a small gash bled down the side of his face. He whimpered, backing away from the infuriated man. Vaguely, he recognized him as one of Sora's friends from when he had followed him as Ansem, but he couldn't remember his name.

"You bastard…" the blonde growled, advancing slowly, determined but cautious. Riku backed away, trying to find an opportunity to turn and run, but knew that the second he turned his back, that sword would impale him. His mind, his thoughts spinning madly, had the sudden morbid image of wolf shish kebab.

The blonde's sword rose a bit higher, and Riku whimpered again, ashamed of how weak his voice sounded. But he couldn't help it. He was going to die.

Just as the blonde drove forward, another blonde-furred bullet hit him, and they bowled over and over. Roxas leaped up, barking at Riku. This time, it was he telling Riku to run.

They both ran, together again. Behind them, Cloud rose, glaring after them. He picked up his sword from where he had dropped it, glaring at it as though it were the metal's fault. He stared up into the trees as he started off in pursuit again.

"Make sure they don't get away, Leon…" he grumbled. But the brown-haired man didn't hear him, already targeting the running wolves.

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A.N. Uh-oh. Someone's gonna get SHOT! Don't know who, though, how 'bout you guys decide? Well, I have a fairly good idea, but I'm not 100 sure just yet. Ah, well. Pity Riku. Everyone's trying to kill him. Aww…but anyway, it shall soon be Roxas' turn to suffer! Everyone's getting' hurt in this one. Heh heh…and that includes Sora…

Je pense en français; donc je suis. X3