Rated M+18

AU: Apologies for the typos and strange diction that befell you all who read my first chapter. Was kind of rushed in getting the first chapter up, that combined with the fact I was using the POLARIS 5 mobile app resulted in a bit more cheese and cholesterol than the average cheese grill. A comrade of mine is currently helping with the makings of this story. With any luck this will be tastier and more packed with awesome sauce than expected. Just remember the M does imply the word "mature" so there will be depicted Adult themes that range from colorful words, fights, to action in the bedroom. It is your choice to read or not. But again, your here for a quick bite of the sample I have to offer so without further ado, chapter 2!

CH. 2 Little more than Chance and less then Coincidence..

D'Artangan:(panting heavily, hands on knees, finally realizing what he JUST did) *chuckle* GREAT flupping phantasmal Furries, now I feel like I'm in some sort of John Marshall from Mars schtick. *crik crak* *sigh* Well lets see what the ol' jacket has, and maybe some contemplation. Doesn't seem like anyone was woken up from that bout of crazy, then again looking at the condition of this building it could be fair to say that no one has lived here in some time... Hmph, considering that this is either the most detailed mind-scape or an unknown part of reality, might as well use what painkillers I have left (feels some of the wound from the back ally fight) annnd try to find a hospital-BUT first time for some "old Toby".

RRST: As our protagonist begins to pack his makeshift "pipe" he reflects on the way his life was, if but brief, before he came to-

D'Artangan: where ever the flup this dump is

RRST: O.O...did..did you just?... never mind..as I was saying, before coming to this world, it was obvious that he had to struggle to live from day to day, now as to what led to this strife in daily life I will leave THAT to our protagonist to reveal in due time!, Suffice to say it put him on the streets and between hustling, fighting in the underground arena's beneath various cities, and stealing.. he had become numbed to the admiration, respect, and hatred given to him on the street. Every circumstance and variable was interchangeable, things could go to shit REAL fast. So in a weird way he always found comfort in the "moment" , cause at that point he knew he could somehow either experience the extreme high or low, but above he could expect it, and be stronger for it. Buuuuut just as he was about to take a "space cruz" on his now lit "pipe", the proverbial "mother figure" snatched it out of his hands..

Carmalita:(disapproving glare)...

D'Artangan:(slowly looks up from the freshly made stump, and raises eyebrow inquiring) mmkay..who,what, and wh-

Carmalita: It's not right to smoke AND destroy the calm of an old and reputable orphanage just because you're angry and afraid... (sits down puts arm around DT) how about you tell me all about it miho?

Sly: Uh Carm? CARM! As much I realllllly hate to interrupt this beautiful attempt at child care, may I just offer a few words to the wise?

Carmalita: ( cocks pistol without even looking) What I am trying to ATTEMPT ring-tail at the moment is proffer comfort and advice to this young-

DT: Okay this is new and beyond the definition of confusing! First she takes my shit, which before coming here I would have snapped someones arm for, and THEN she proceeds to lecture me like a two year old.

Carmalita: troubled male mammal-

D'Artangan: (groans) HUMAN! And what do you mean youn-

Carmalita: Human child

D'Artangan: CHILD!?

Carmalita: Hush Miho. Aside from the fact that hes on the steps of the supposed orphanage you came from, you have no business other than to be brought to-

Sly: Justice? Carm with all due respect the kid just broke at least 3 trees, and aside that hes a..human?.. we don't know anything about him!

D'Artangan: You could ask-?

Sly: Carm this "justice" of yours could use a penache of "subtle", besides I know that look he has on his face..he's struggled on the streets just like a pal of mine use to long ago..

Caramlita: HOW DARE YOU COOPER! I have dealt with people of the street before as many times as you've-

D'Artangan: (implied face palm) annd your not even listening, (continues on in thought as they argue, banter and flirt) my freaking krom its like listening to a couple argue before the marriage date..I mean other that I'm in what SEEMS be paris this is obviously not MY world if the anthro's here are anything to go by. Seems like something straight out of a work of fiction-

RRST: CHESIRE GRIN wink!

D'Artangan:...NAH... (le sigh) ok whether this is some sort of coma or a second chance in the form of the afterlife, first order of bussiness (deeply inhales)

D'Artangan:you know... I'M RIGHT F****** HERE! MY GOD can you NOT..can you please NOT talk like I'm some sort of child or something get it?! And the name is D'Artangan Je' Acro! By the love of creation who would of thought that I would end up in a world of flipping furries in PARIS of all places after dieing at the hands of-

SMACK

D'Artangan: well…..this...is a first..(feels sting on his face, turns face to carmalita with surprise)

Carmalita: (admonishes in motherly fashion tears in her eyes) NINO! THAT IS WHAT YOU ARE AND WILL BE AS LONG AS YOU KEEP TALKING, ACTING, AND DEALING WITH WHATEVER DIABLOS HAUNT YOU! (panting heavily, inhales after a minute a releases a sigh) porfavor.. para a mi ayudar por para ti..(pleading eyes)[translation; please..let me help you...]

D'Artangan:(speaks slow at first with an uprising controlled vexation) the last thing, I remember was dying at the hands of two muscle-heads and a two bit punk in an alleyway in NYC for the cash I had won at the (grimace) Unofficial tournament I had won...now if you don't mind I need to clear whats left of my thoughts and sanity the best way I know HOW (stands at full height, clenches fists for a half minutes and then just walks away)

Carmalita:(stares in shock) w-what did he just sa-?

Sly: Carm he's gone through some rough chetwood acres, give me a moment to catch up to him and then give the kid some time to right himself.

RRST: before Carm can even start the whole process of cops and robbers once again, our raccoon thief parkour runs after our protagonist and gives a brief talk-to

Sly: look.. Its D'Artangan right? ( Protagonist keeps on walking) look do what you have to do, just come see me or Carm in a few days once you have gone full circle, and if your in a jam just mention the cooper gang..(tosses signature card with code)... Back alley fights, and gambling dens are under the name Mr. BIG, the Crime boss in Zootopia.. hand them the card at WILD TIMES and... they'll help you out in their own way.

D'Artangan:...(sighs and nods )...thanks..later

RRST: As DT pulled up hood on his worn out corduroy jacket, he popped his ear-buds in and turned on Bonobos "Ghost ship" and immediately starts parkour sprinting between alley ways and rooftops for about 8 minutes and traveling across the river and onto the east side eventually finding and FIGHTING due to some, unfortunate encounters of what was left of Dimitris crew. They demanded ALL of his goods and had the balls to threaten him. Poor, adorable kumquats they got laid out after a few lessons in Bartitsu. For those who don't what Bartitsu is, its simply a mixture of Cane fighting, Boxing, Kempo, and jiu jitsu. D'Artangan learned this style after hanging around a few old fashioned but tough european suits back in the day, determined to perfect the "gentlemans" way of fighting, burning it into his very veins. They did'nt even stop him when he went back to the streets, they only thing they wanted from him was continuation of the style...he nodded silently before leaving for the streets once more. Pushing a bit more of the past aside, after collecting a few bags of "spice", he makes his way to the central part of Paris opposite side of the river from Dimitri's "former" night club.

DT: (thinks back to how Carmalita and sly were acting) hah and they call ME a child, least they didn't try to mug me on the spot like half the chumps in these streets that have the stones to act all pissant like some their hotsh*t. (looks to the "casual" cafe which is the entrance to the "underworld") welp here goes nothing..

AU: Well, not exactly what I was hoping to put up but hopefully argument spiel aside, you all enjoyed this chapter. Once again, first fic, second chapter. Any and all Review, Rates, and Constructive Criticism is welcome. Til next time, stay you! Stay awesome!