Author's Note: Sorry for the long absence, been doing A LOT of work on other fics, but now I've worked out a schedule of sorts. Sorry if this one seems a little slow, but I'm trying to take easy steps for Koga to adjust to normal life for the Aikawa household. Anyway, here's Chapter 2! (P.S. I didn't spell check this by accident and poor memory, so expect a lot of mistakes involving "it's and its" and maybe a few others)

Chapter 2: Moving In

This is first for me! And considering just what has happened to me recently, that's saying something. I've never been knocked unconscious before! The last thing I saw before this new state of mind was a short brown haired girl throwing a pink chainsaw at me. I think it hit, because everything went black at that moment. I wonder how long I've been out? What is everyone doing around me? Who are the other non-humans in this house? Since Ayumu's a zombie, the others around here must be really something! How come I can't smell anything while I'm blacked out? If I could smell them, I could tell what they were. This is so cool…!

I haven't been this excited ever since cousin Marley discovered that something called "toothpaste" can be an ear cleaner! I wonder what they look like?

Third Person POV

"Do you think he's gonna die?"

This question was not asked by Koga. At this moment, Koga has become part of a much larger world than the one he has spent his life traveling. Currently, he is recuperating in a small living room area floor on a futon with several white bandages wrapped around his head with three unusual people watching over him. Prior to this, Koga was invited as a new guest to this house, only to accidently become the victim of a pink chainsaw meant for someone else. While at first the houses technical "owner", Ayumu Aikawa, freaked out, to his surprise the chainsaw only did as much damage as a shovel would despite the blade hitting Koga's head. After minor repairs, Ayumu left to go to the store to find whatever may be what a Werewolf eats. The three watching over him at the moment, are the other residents of this household.

The one who spoke a few moments ago was Haruna, the Masou Shōjo of the household. She is a short girl with purple eyes, short brown hair, an odd clip on the left side and on particular haired standing from her head as a "antennae" currently wearing a pink shirt and blue shorts. She is currently sitting near Koga's head and looking down at him, watching this weird new resident sleep. Though, the reason she ask the question was simple conversation, not out of concern.

"Hard to say. I have never encountered Werewolves before."

The house's second resident answered from the small table across from where Koga is sleeping to his right. The second tallest of the group, with green eyes, long black hair kept in a high ponytail and leaving a few locks of her hair to dangle on either side of her face, a yellow sleeveless blouse with shoulder straps, long blue pants, and very well-endowed, is the house's Vampire Ninja, Seraphim. Like Haruna, she was particularly concerned about the injured young man, simply answering the question. She looked to her left to the house's third and first additional resident.

"What do you know, Lady Hellscythe?"

The final resident has the oddest appearance to the group. Barely taller than Haruna, with straight long silver hair and bright blue eyes, cladding herself in silver armor with a purple dress beneath it, is Eucliwood Hellscythe. She takes out a pen and starts writing something down on her notepad. "

Don't know. Never seen them." She replied on the notepad.

Due to the strength of her powers, Eucliwood, otherwise known as Eu, could not speak. At that, Koga was slowly beginning to wake up, groaning in his half-awoken state.

"It appears as though he's awake." Seraphim comments.

Koga's POV

Whoa…the whole "waking up" process is a lot more painful than I thought! I mean, I felt nothing while knocked but suddenly my head is…what do they say, "swirling"? I open my eyes slowly and see and odd sight: the girl from earlier who threw the chainsaw.

"You know, you've got a hell of a throwing arm, Miss." I comment.

She suddenly jumps back for some reason. Is that surprise? I sit up and see that I still have my clothes on. I reach to touch my head with my right hand, and feel and odd thing on it, like its suffocating my head.

"Man, who put this on me?" I proceed to remove it, and the tightness around my head begins lessening.

Once it's off, I lunged forward and stay on all fours, and begin shaking like I would if I was wet. I was just trying to get this weird thing of my head. With that done, I sit down and look to my right where the girl jumped to. To my surprise, are her and two more girls. Each of them look rather odd, and pretty much different from the girl's in my tribe. Hm, I wonder who they are? They don't seem friendly, somehow. I'm a little nervous, to be honest. I've never been good with meeting new people. Well, here goes…

"Um…hello?" I greeted.

"Hello." The tallest one answers.

The silver haired girl in weird armor writes something down and holds up a rectangular book holding paper. Hang on, I think I know that language. While reading may not be my best suit, I can make due. I think it says

"Hello."

The third girl, the one who three the chainsaw, was glaring at me from a distance. Did I do something wrong?

"Um…sorry if I've cause you guys any trouble. I'll just…"

I scooted back while still on the floor until I hit something hard.

"What the heck was that?" I jumped high in the room until I dug my fingers lightly into the ceiling, pulling the rest of my body so that my other hand and feet could touch it and hold me up there. What was that? Even though everything is upside down, I can still tell what's in here. It appears as though I hit one of those sliding door things. I wonder where it leads.

"AND HE DID IT!"

I heard a random loud voice scream. I looked to my upside-down right and saw a box with lights coming from it. I think there are pictures on it. I release my grip from the ceiling and land on all fours. I approach the weird picture box with the lights coming from it. I think this is called a "television".

"Whoa…this is weird…"

I reach out and flick the pictures with my right finger. I jumped back a few inches when I felt a weird hard substance instead of a picture. At that, I heard something move in the distance in the house.

"I'm back. Is Koga awake yet?" That sounded like Ayumu!

I turn around and see him push a paper-looking sliding door from the left. Ayumu steps in carrying two large white bags.

"Oh, Koga, you're awake." He greets.

"Hey, Ayumu, where am I?" I ask.

"You're in my house."

Whoa… "So this is where you live?"

I looked around the house and let a few more details sink in.

"Yeah. Welcome. Did you meet the others?" He must be referring to the girls.

"Um, yes and…no?" I answered.

"Well, go say hi. I've got to go make dinner."

"Dinner? Was I out for that long?"

"Yeah. Anyway, go meet everyone."

He says with a smile. He walked passed me and headed toward the first paper looking sliding door. Before he entered that other room, he looked back at the brown haired girl.

"Be nice, Haruna." He said with a glare.

He then entered, and he closed the door. I sat down on the floor right there and leaned against the door, looking sheepishly at the girls.

"Um, hello…everyone. My name is…Koga, and I'm…a Werewolf." I said to the best of my ability.

"Welcome, Koga. My name is Seraphim, but call me Sera." She seems nice enough. But something about her screams "run away while you still can". I wonder why?

"My hobby is the Tsubamegaeshi Secret Sword Technique." Hm, a fighter. What else?

"So, what are you?"

"Hm?"

"Ayumu told me that no one else in this house s human. If its not too much, I'd like to know what you are."

She stares at me for a moment before closing her eyes.

"I'm a Vampire Ninja."

"Oh! I've heard of your kind! I've always wanted to see one of you. Well, it's an honor Miss Sera."

I look to the brown haired girl.

"And you are? If it's not too much to ask…" T

he girl crosses her arms and tilts her head so it looks like she has to look down at me.

"I am the genius Masao Shōjo, Haruna!"

"A genius? Are you serious?"

"Yup!"

"Well, it's a real honor to meet you, Miss Haruna. I'll be sure to ask you any questions if I need help; if its not too inconvenient for you."

I then turn my head to the odd silver haired girl.

"And you, Miss…?"

She quickly writes something down on her paper book thing, and holds it up.

Eucliwood Hellscythe.

She takes the book back and tears off the slip holding what I can guess is her name. She writes something else down rather quickly and presents the book again.

Necromancer. Same process. Call me Eu.

"A Necromancer? That's odd. Never met one before. Pleased to meet you!"

At that, I heard some people laughing behind me.

"WHOA!" I jump back before realizing that it's the light box again.

"So…" I point my right pointing finger at the light box. "Is this one of those' tel-e-vi-sions'? Cause it seems a little wide and thin…"

"It's a flat screen." Ayumu answers closer than last time.

I turn around and see him carrying in some food on what I think are called "plates". Looks like a handful…

"Don't worry Koga, I've got it."

He sets down the food all around the table, similar looking dishes from what I can see. Everyone moves around the small table so that everyone still has room for eating. To my right is Ayumu, next to him is Eu, next to her is Haruna, and finally Sera sitting to my left. Though some items stand out a little. Like behind Ayumu is a weird box. I smell a cooking smell. I think something is warming up in it. I bend down to smell the odd confections in front of me. I haven't smelled anything like this kind of stuff. I hear a voice from someone at the table and I'm snapped out of my smelling. Everyone starts eating. Did I miss something?

"What's wrong, Koga?" Ayumu asks me.

"Um, I'm sorry Ayumu, but I don't recognize any of this stuff. How do you eat them? I don't even know how to describe them…"

"Here, at least start with this."

He slides a small cup filled with a warm green liquid.

"What is this?" I ask.

"Its tea. Try it."

I reach and use my pointer and thumb to hold the cup from the top.

"No, not like that. You wrap your hand around it, like you would hold a stick."

Bad analogy, but I get it. I hold the cup like Ayumu said, and held it up to my nose to sniff it. I detect and odd smell, but I think I may have smelled it before out in some fields out of the city. I could be wrong. I took a sip of the stuff, and got a massively BITTER taste! I spat out the disgusting liquid somewhere and placed the cup then. I tuck my tongue out and started using my fingers to clean my tongue.

"THAT WAS DISGUSTING!" I stopped moving and realized that I accidentally spat the "tea" at Ayumu's face. Uh oh… "I AM SO SORRY!"

I quickly tore off a piece of my shirt and used it as a towel on Ayumu's face.

"KOGA...!" I stopped.

"Um…sorry."

"It's no problem. I just wish that you couldn't told me."

"Sorry. My people have a very sensitive sense of taste. Here…"

I stood up and walked back toward the sliding door that Ayumu came into the house through. I opened it, and to my surprise I was back at the hallway area where I first got hit with the chainsaw.

"Where are you going?" Ayumu asked.

"I'm going hunting. Be right back!"

I ran out and figured out how to open and close the main door on my way out.

"Okay, time to find something to eat!"

Since I have a place to come back to, I can at least now find some food. I couldn't yesterday because of the whole "lost" thing. But at least now, I have a little place I can call…home. I jumped and ran through the entire city looking for all kinds of natural food I could find and eat before coming back. Since night is quickly approaching, some certain animals should be showing up about now. I found a few squirrels, a few birds, and even found a few raccoon dogs. Hey, eating other creatures is a natural way of things. Plus, my people have been doing this kind of thing for centuries. After at least half an hour of hunting, I returned to the house. Frankly, this feels a little out of place. I mean, I've always had a form of place to come back to, but since this one doesn't move and is a little odd, it all seems a little weird and out of place.

But, I'm going to have to get used to it. I open the door to an odd sound.

"You piece of shit!" followed by a loud thump.

"What?" I ran back into the first room and found Ayumu on the floor with a black eye. "Ayumu, what happened?"

"…Nothing." He mumbles out in pain.

"Oh, okay."

If he says that nothing happened, then nothing happened. I look over and see Sera simply sitting at the table still with Eu while Haruna is watching the television. I moved over to the other side of the room next to a weird thin blue circular thing blowing air from it and sat down in front of it with my back turned to it.

"Hey, wolf-boy!" Haruna called out while still facing the television. "How'd you get lost, anyway?" she asks without looking.

Oh boy, this is gonna be embarrassing.

"Well, you see, my dad and I were hunting at a supermarket for food and got caught, so we ran for our lives trying to get away. He told me to meet him back at where our pack stayed the night and a specific time. I got…distracted by the wondrous human world and even saw a movie, but I spent too much time out there.

At that, Eu started writing again.

They moved on without you. She finished for me.

"Yeah, that's pretty much it..."

"Seems a little coldhearted." Ayumu points out.

"Not really. This is normal for out kind. We can't stay too long in a single area without going undetected. Especially these days where humans have become A LOT more curious than they were a few centuries ago." I counter.

"I suppose that's true." Ayumu admits.

"So, what are your people like?"

"You actually want to know?"

"Sure, why not?"

"Well, I guess. But you're in for a little story." I take a breath to try to remember our people's finer points.

"We Werewolves have been around since the 11th Century, when our ancestor Sir Solomon took an interest in the magic arts. According to legend, he had encountered every form of magical creature, including those of Vampire Ninjas. He wanted humans to have this kind of power as well. After making a deal with a magical being, he obtained knowledge in the magic arts and began experimenting. The result: he warped his entire being into that of the first Werewolf. But, back in those days, Werewolves had no restraint. We were forced to obey the moon and transformed unwillingly. But he had a goal while in this form: spread our kind. He began using a unique poison we Werewolves can excrete from our teeth and began infecting other humans with it. Pretty soon, we had our own mini-nation of our kind. But we soon realized that we were not welcome. So, Solomon divided our people into packs across the globe. The function of a pack is to basically work like a family and survive. But, our kind has not been that adaptable to the changing world. Over time, we began losing our numbers either in wars against superior human weapons to our powers or magical beings started hunting us for our secrets. Our numbers got smaller and smaller until there was only about 300 of us. We've basically become like an endangered species by this point in time."

I took a moment to stop and let the information sink in. Even Haruna was pulled away from the television and paid attention.

"What kind of secrets would other creatures want from you?" Sera asked.

"Well, my guess would be our unique magic system."

"Unique?" Haruna asks.

"Yes. You see, not all of our kind can just learn magic. Sir Solomon was a simple Werewolf with a lot of physical abilities. But in his human form, he could still learn and use magic. Some of that magic however, stuck in his body and soul. And so, when one of our mating seasons came along, he had several women bear his children. The result is that some were born with the power to use natural magic passed down to us and some were simply born to be able to learn it, but not use it effectively."

What about you?

"Well, I have learned some magic, but I also have a very small amount I got from my mother's side as a natural gift. Nothing special, like my dad's learned 'Infinite Pocket' spell. Saves room for packing."

"That's interesting." Ayumu points out. "So, how long until you can meet your pack again?"

"Well, you see, that's the problem, Ayumu. I don't know. My people move everyday and ensure that we can't be tracked to avoid being hunted again. And what's more, we don't go anywhere near another spot we've been to in the same year until at LEAST three months. And that's a rarity…"

"Your people sound cruel." Wrong words, Ayumu…

"Its not cruel, Ayumu. Its about preserving our people. We've been slowly dying off either due to people hunting us or suppressed nature. We've been forced to adapt into a new society that seems comfortable with leaving behind Gaia and acting like there are some secrets that people are better off not knowing about. It's not about cruelty, its about survival in a world that doesn't even know you exist…"

I almost lost my temper for the first time in a little while. My voice was raised almost really loud near the end there. I think I may have offended them. Oh man, not now…

"…I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it. I'm just a little proud of my people. We're just trying to preserve tradition…"

"There's nothing wrong with preserving past traditions." Sera points out. "Preserving the past helps you remember where you came from in the first place." She finishes.

"Yeah…I guess you're right, Sera." I stretched my back and heard it crack a few times, and suddenly felt really tired. I've been through a lot today. I wonder how close the full moon is? Speaking of which… "Hey guys, I just want to tell ya, don't worry about full moons. That is simply a time when I can transform to my most powerful form. I can control myself, so don't worry. Anyway…" I looked to Ayumu. "Hey, Ayumu, do you have a place I could sleep?"

"Maybe. Follow me."

I followed Ayumu into a deeper more far back of the house until we reached a large set of sliding doors. Ayumu opens it, and there are a large load of boxes scattered throughout.

"I can get you a futon if you need one."

"Don't worry. Just a pillow and a blanket will do."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. You don't mind if I use one of these boxes as a mattress, do you?"

"No, go ahead. I'll be right back."

Ayumu walked back down the hall as I entered the large room. A little dark, but I can see fine.

"Okay, time to make a fort."

I like forts. I've always made one out of wood and dirt whenever we are forced to stay someplace for an extended period of time. I begin arranging the boxes until I have my own little castle in the middle of the room; four towers leading from the floor to the ceiling built in a rhombus shape with boxes filling in the blank, the outer edges being a little higher than the ones "inside" the rhombus. I hear footsteps down the hall and recognize them as Ayumu's. I jumped out of my fort and greeted him with a mock solute. He was carrying a blue blanket and a white pillow.

"Here you go. I hope its enough."

"Its perfect; thanks." I grabbed the items and jump back into my box fort. After making a makeshift bed, I couldn't help but feel just a little bit more drained.

"Don't worry, Koga. I'm sure you'll find your pack some day." Ayumu said.

"…Thanks. Night."

Ayumu walked away after saying "Good night."

I rustled around for several minutes before finally dozing off. But, even as I sleep, I can't help but feel a little bit of anxiety being around here. I'm used to falling asleep to the outside air with some cover. But unfortunately, I don't have such a luxury anymore. I'm stuck here for a long time until dad and the other's show up. I wonder: Just can I really adapt to this place? Well, I guess if Uncle Rai can get a job in designing something he calls "porn games" for humans to play on "computers". Not sure what those are, but they sound like a lot of fun! But, this uneasiness won't leave me alone.

I wake up while it was still deep in the night.

"Man, I can't sleep."

I think a nice walk might be nice. I get up and out of my fort and head out of the room until I reach the room with the table and the television. No one is in here, oddly enough. It must be really deep into night. I see a clock on the wooden stand holding the television and see that its 2:23 AM. I hope I don't wake anyone up. I looked right of the television to see another really short stand holding one of those devices known as a computer. Really neat. Behind the computer is a large green curtain. I think it leads to the outside out front. But since the computer is in front of it, I don't think I can go out that way. But then I look more right to the corner of the room, and the wall next to that is another similar green curtain. Nothing blocking it, so I can assume that it leads outside. I move it until I see a weird lock looking thing. I flip it, and the door slides from the left to the right.

"Cool."

I walk out and close the door behind me. I notice a wooden ceiling above but its still outside. I walked out into the VERY small yard to my right and see that the wooden ceiling is actually a large balcony. I jump up the balcony and jump further ahead until I reached the roof.

"I wonder whose room that is?"

I walked on the roof on all fours until I reached the top and sat down. It's nice to be outside again. I stretch my arms out and tilt my back so I can crack it. The sky is not as cloudy as earlier, and there is a gap between the clouds leading the night sky. The stars aren't as bright thanks to the city lights, but at least the moon's full. The moon…the fickle mistress of the Werewolves. Her state determines our very level of power, or moods, and even our physical forms at times.

"Hm?" I smell something odd.

Someone is up here with me. I look right to see, to my surprise, Eu up here as well. Gotta say, something's different. The way the moonlight almost makes her light up in the dark as is reflects off her hair in armor. She holds up here book of papers with pre-written words already on it.

Couldn't sleep?

"Yeah. I'm not very used to this kind of place. But, I'll get used to it."

She simply stares at me for a moment before returning her gaze back to the sky. I think she's looking at the moon again like I was. I have a guess of what's on her mind. From the looks of how nearly full the moon looks, it'll be full tomorrow night.

"Don't worry, Eu, I won't transform. Its entirely a process of will."

I hope that lie is enough to satisfy her. She quickly starts writing again.

Liar

Darn, caught me. "…Well, you're half-wrong and half-right, Eu. I can control my transformations, but I can't do it very well on nights with a full moon. Partial transformations though, I can manage fine."

Partial?

"Yeah. I left this out because I didn't want to bore you guys. You see, before Solomon split us into packs and tribes, he learned of a way for us to use the natural magical energies we are born with to even allow us access to our Werewolf powers. Thus, that's how I am able to move around and have sensitive eyes, taste, smell, and hearing. We can also allow ourselves to transform certain parts of our bodies into our Werewolf forms at anytime not during a full moon."

Anytime?

"Yup."

Can I see it?

"Sure. Check this out…!"

I used some of my energy to let out my ears and tail. In the reflection of Eu's armor, I can see that my ears and tail are colored grey. "Well, what do you think?" I ask. She moves her right hand and gently scratches my left ear. I couldn't help but giggle a little bit. The ears are one of my ticklish spots. She removes her hand and starts writing again.

Odd.

"Yeah, I guess so."

I take one more breath of fresh air into my lungs, and retract my ears and tail. I think I've been out here long enough. I stand up and let out a sigh.

"Well, I'm turning in. Good night Eu."

As I turn to try to jump off the roof, something tugs on my left pant-leg. I look down to see Eu was holding it with her right hand and holding up her book with her left, words already on it.

Are you scared of your powers?

Whoa…she's good. "Was it that obvious?" I said in a gloom.

This is a really sensitive topic for me. I really hope she's not too curious.

Yes.

"Sorry…I guess, some things can never be hidden away."

I look back up at the moon, and couldn't help but curse it a little.

"Thanks to what I am and my powers, I've…done…things…that I regret every single day of my life. There's something on my hands that I can never clean off."

I turn my head back to Eu, who was simply staring again.

"How'd you know I was hiding it?"

She begins writing, but hesitates for a moment. She finally finishes after a second. We're similar.

"How so?"

Just similar.

"Not comfortable talking about it?"

She doesn't reply.

"You don't talk much, do you Eu?"

She doesn't reply. She simply returns her stare at the moon.

"I'm going to bed now. I'll see you around Eu."

I jumped off the roof and landed on the grass, and headed on back to my room. I think I can finally go all the way to sleep now. Upon settling into my bed, I was able to drift off right there. I don't remember dreams much, but I do remember that they get really weird around full moons.

The next morning, I awake to the sound of somebody leaving the house. That makes today…Monday. That means that Ayumu probably left to go to some place called "school". I've always wanted to see what one of those places looked like. I was taught how to live life by the pack, so I'm sure Ayumu knows more than me. I sit-up, and realize an important fact.

"I don't have anything else to wear." I don't have any clothes, so that might be a problem. Plus, I need to take a bath. Hang on, these boxes…

"I wonder if there are any clothes in these things…?"

I began prodding through every box. I found a lot of foreign and weird looking stuff in those things. They all look like things I could find in other countries. After a while, I finally found a box of clothes. After digging through them, I found some that matched my taste: a dark blue shirt with a purple Hawaiian button shirt, some blue pants (slaks, I think they're called), and a pair of kilt colored underwear. I think these are called "boxers". I hear "briefs" aren't the ideal choice for underwear. I take a moment to look around the room and noticed that there are some materials in here that could make a really cool bedroom. How come Ayumu just doesn't use this stuff, anyway? I grab my new clothes and head out of my room. I can immediately hear the others in the room with the television in it. You know, I think I'm just going to call it a TV for short.

"I don't want to disturb the others, so I better find the bathroom without them noticing."

What? I don't want to be a bother. I snuck through the house until I finally found the bathroom. This isn't my first time using one of these things. Dad used to sneak me into one of these things on a daily basis. We did this as a way to not corrupt possible drinking water. Although, this one seems a little odd to me. There's a weird stool looking thing someone might sit on and a little sprayer one like the one in the shower. Japanese bathrooms really are different from one's in other places. So, after learning how their shower worked, I was finally able to clean myself off of the filth from yesterday.

I slept in a dad-gum garbage pile, okay? I'm surprised that no one threw me out. I put on my new assortment of clothes and took one last look at myself in a mirror.

"Hm, my hair…"

My hair is still a little wet enough to comb, so maybe I can style it a little? I'm going through a little adaptation, so I might as well. I grab a comb from the counter and start playing with it before my hair dries out. I tried everything from a renaissance thing, to a mullet, several small ponytails, and even combing it all straight up. But, overall, I settled on combing some of it forward out front and parting my bangs so that my forehead was covered by my thin hair and leaving some in the back to cover a partial amount of my neck. I take one last look at myself, and finally realize something: I really am changing now. I guess, that's natural when readapting to a new area. I walk out of the bathroom and feel my bare feet on the wooden floor.

I forgot to pick out socks. Is that okay? Guess I'll find out eventually. I continued walking until I reach the room where the TV was. I think its called a living room, now that I think about it. The girls are all here. Haruna is fiddling with the odd pink chainsaw while wearing a yellow shirt with a bear head on it. Eu is still wearing that odd armor while sitting at the table, and is being served tea by Sera who is wearing a yellow blouse today.

"Um…good morning, everyone."

"Morning." Sera greets me on her own. Eu simply nods. Haruna ignores me for an odd reason, grumbling something. I head over to the kitchen area and look for some kind of breakfast. At least I think it's the kitchen. Ayumu was in here yesterday and brought out food, so I can assume it is. I pull the sliding door and I was correct; it is a kitchen. I walk in and begin poking around for something to eat. Unfortunately, I couldn't find anything to eat. At least, nothing I can. Everything is either really bitter, really sweet, or the natural flavor has been replaced by some kind of cleaning chemical. Humans eat really weird stuff. I head back in and see the girls now playing an odd game with wooden blocks.

"Hey guys." I walk over and notice that there's room for me to sit on one side. "Do you mind if I play?" I ask.

But as I sit down, my stomach growls loudly.

"Um…oops. Sorry."

I hear an odd taping. I look up and see that Eu has written something down.

Hungry?

"Yeah, a little. I'm surprised humans can eat such odd foods."

"You're a wolf, aren't you?" Haruna asks.

"Yeah, but the types of edible animals around here aren't all that great. One of my cousins actually died from eating one of those sewer alligators and died a few weeks later."

"What killed him?" Sera asked.

"He died in a stampede."

I took a look at what Haruna was doing in this game. She took one of those rectangular pieces of wood and placed it standing up on the top. The tower barely shook, but stayed still nonetheless. I think I know how to play now. I look to Eu, who is writing something down. I see what she writes before she aims the notepad at Haruna.

"HUH? Why should I?" she asks Eu angrily.

"Because you're the one who put that scar in his head." Sera replies.

What scar? "Scar?"

Eu moves her tea over to me, and lets it settle from the movement. I look at it, and I see an odd pink scar starting from my left temple and reaching my left eyebrow. Hm, I thought something looked odd when I looked in the mirror. Haruna turns her head and glares at me. She leans over the table, careful not to hit the tower, and glares at my face. I think she's looking at the scar.

"Um…this isn't your fault, Haruna. I should've ducked, I guess…"

Haruna pulled back and stood up while still looking at me.

"Play in my place! And don't lose!" She orders.

"Um, yes ma'am?"

She walks over and heads to the kitchen, slamming the sliding door in the process.

"Did I offend her?" I ask the other two.

They both shake their heads lightly. Sera takes her turn and grabs a block and places it at the top as well. Eu went next, but a little slower. I think I get the object of the game: move the pieces and create a brand new tower! I grab a block from the very bottom and put it horizontally on top of the two standing pieces Eu and Sera placed.

"Not good enough!" Sera declares.

She takes one of the blocks opposite my side near the bottom and places it standing on top of my horizontal one. I think this just turned into a form of competition. Sweet! I love contests! Let's do this…! Several minutes passed, and I think this resulted in a tie. The tower now stands by a single vertical block holding up the other blocks into the Japanese kanji character for "victory".

"Well, who won?" I ask.

"No one, apparently." Sera answers. "Your turn, if you can."

I look at the odd tower before me, and realize that there IS a move I could try! I aim for the bottom block; the one holding this whole tower in place! I hold my fingers to flick it.

"Be prepared, for Secret Wolf Technique: Turtle's Wagging Tail!" I flick the block, and it shot away.

The whole kanji was about to fall! But not before this!

"Now watch!"

The block I flicked reflected off the wall and headed back to the kanji. It knocked away one piece, and both went flying to other parts of the room.

And then: CHAIN REACTION! The process repeated itself, knocking away piece after piece! Not a single block touched the table and making me lose, because each block was now being shot around the whole room Neither Sera or Eu moved at all and simply watched as the pieces bounced their way around the room. Finally, the second third stage! One black landed on the table, and soon the rest followed.

Within seconds, I have created a small normal-looking wolf made out of these wooden rectangles.

"Impressive…" Sera states.

At that, Haruna walked in and I recognized an odd smell in the air. I turned around and saw that she was holding a small white plate.

"Here, Wolf-Boy!" she said angrily. At that, the plate was thrown at me. I grabbed it by the edge, and saw the damnest thing. There were very small gold square looking things that had a scent of being eggs.

"What are these?" I asked. Haruna looked down at me while standing next to me.

"My special fried eggs!" She said proudly.

"Wait, 'fried' eggs?" I look back at the odd confection before me. "Eh, what the heck. I'll give it a shot."

I reach my hand to pick one up, and I threw it up in the air. I tilted my head back and opened my mouth. The egg lands on my tongue and….JIZZHVPOS WOWZA!

"THAT IS FREAKING DELICIOUS!"

I threw my face at the plate and started eating each and every single one of those little delicacies! I even licked the plate for pete's sake! Once done, I placed my hands together.

"Thank you for the wonderful meal, Haruna." I looked right and saw her glaring at me.

"Um, did I do something wrong?"

"You didn't eat it correctly." Sera answers.

"Correctly?"

"Do you not know how to use chopsticks?"

"What are chopsticks?"

At that, Sera sighed. She then presented a pair of long thing sticks.

"These are chopsticks."

"How do you eat these?"

"You don't eat them, you use them to eat."

At that, Haruna grabbed the sticks. "I'll show you how to use them!" she declared.

She then started explaining a strange-ole way to use these odd sticks. I guess I still have a lot to learn in little time. But, I'm sure that once I learn the basics of human society, I'll get used to it soon enough. I just hope that the full moon tonight doesn't screw anything up.

Hopefully…

Third Person POV

All the while, deep in the mountains outside of the city, a dark secret was being uncovered. A man, standing seven feet tall, waist long wild grey hair, a large, muscular physique, wearing no shirt and simply wearing black jeans and no shoes, walks along an old and abandoned path in these very mountains. His face features muttonchops and a goatee. He treads along this path with a dark purpose. He walks and walks during the clouded day and sees at the end of his path a large boulder connected to the mountain. He approaches it and grabs the giant boulder, twice his size, and lifts it with ease. With an annoyed growl, he tosses the boulder behind him without effort. The boulder crashes on the ground, and forces the small and thin path to crumble to the base of the mountain. Behind the boulder he just moved was a deep and dark cave. The man takes a breath through his nostrils, and proceeds inside. As he walks, the light outside behind him grows more and more faint, until it vanishes completely. With every step he makes, loud snapping could be heard throughout the cave. It almost sounds like large sticks being snapped in half. He stops walking, and in the darkness he raises his left hand.

"Light".

At that, several torches attached to the walls around him began lighting up, revealing the contents of the cave. To anyone else, it would be an utter nightmare. The walls were lined with bones of odd shaped human beings, almost animal-like. On the ground were smaller bones and some of them still had decomposing flesh rotting away on them. In front of the man were two pathways. He sniffs the air, and goes left. He walks along the way, simply ignoring the bones beneath him.

The path way leads to a massive chamber, where it looks more like the inside of a massive creature's ribcage. He jumps down from his pathway and lands on the ground, which had no bones and is smooth rock. He kneels down and knocks on it like wood several times on different spots, until he hit something hollow. He then punches the ground, and his fist sinks through. He punches the spot next to it, and continues on until he forms a large hole. He dives down, and smashes his whole body through the ground. He falls down a put until he lands on his feet. The only light in this area was emitting from the whole he caused. He stood on both feet, and sniffed the air a few times. He turns a few times until he finds a distinct smell.

"THERE!" He looks to his right and stands there, smelling the air. "The revolting stench! It has to be him!"

He takes out a lighter and holds it in front of him. He steps forward, and the light from the lighter reveals a large being.

"Nebra, I found him!"

At that, a large shadow appeared behind him. Out of the shadow rose a man with a black trench coat, a black hat, and two black scythes strapped to his back. This, is Nebra.

"Perfect." He steps forward and stands next to the man.

"I can't believe I finally found him! Sir Solomon, my ancestor!"

"Calm yourself, Naota."

"Ah, blow me you walking twig."

This man, now known as Naota, is an infamous figure in all of the Werewolf kind. He had earned the title, "Traitor" in his past.

"I still can't believe that they would hide Sir Solomon in this place, the Tomb of Wolves. A little fitting though, don't you think?" Naota comments.

Nebra steps forward until he reaches the being and touches it with his hand.

"…He lives." He says aloud.

Naota, scoffs at the comment. "Oh please! That's not true. I mean, I know you're a Necromancer like that Hellscythe runt, but I thought that you lost your powers and needed hers!"

"I thought I did, but it seems as though I have no need for the residents in the Aikawa residence. That is, until I need the Vampire Ninja and the Masao Shōjo."

Nebra steps back so that he stands next to Naota again.

"Still, I doubt that Sir Solomon is…" at that, the being in front of them growled.

Nebra snapped his fingers, and the light on the lighter Naota held got brighter. It got bright enough to reveal the creature before them. Standing 13 feet tall, pale and cracked white skin, blue veins showing on his body, massive muscles, and wearing a large pair of grey pants, is a powerful creature. But he is not human; nor will he ever be again. He is forever trapped in his most primal form; that, of a large Werewolf.

He is, Sir Solomon, the first Werewolf. Presently, by unknown means, he is bound by large chains restraining him to the wall. He breathes very slowly, but enough to make his presence known. Naota began laughing like crazy.

"We finally found him, and he's alive! Hot damn, I thought the bastard would've died by now!"

"Of course not." Nebra takes in a breath, and grins from under his hat.

"…He's a zombie."

TO BE CONTINUED

Author's Note: Again, sorry for making this chapter a little dragged out, but I wanted to get something out and not make this a dead story. Next time, the plot will definitely get moving soon. I, can solemnly promise that.