A/N: Whelp, kinda consider this a continuation of the last chapter, maybe I'll continue with this path for a while if you guys are okay with that? Also, I have projects to do, and I really shouldn't be writing, buuut here I am! Why can't I write essays like stories? So sorry if the chapter is pretty short. By like June 10th or so I'll probably be less busy. . .high school sucks. ;u; Anyways, enjoy~!
Akira stormed out of the train, finally able to listen to the sound of everything other than Ryuji and Ann around him. Usually, he wouldn't mind it, but there were so many topics they touched that it actually kind of stung.
"I can't believe they had soooo much to say," Akira sighed.
"You gotta admit it was funny though," Morgana chuckled.
Akira simply responded with a strong flick against Morgana's head.
"Hey! It's not my fault you're not cool all the time!" Morgana retaliated.
Morgana then earned another flick to the head.
"This is abuse!" Morgana whined.
"You're causing me mental abuse, now we're even," Akira growled.
Akira walked out of the subway and started to head to the cafe until he heard a small whine from an alleyway.
"You heard that too, right?" Morgana asked.
Akira nodded his head in response as he walked in the direction of the noise. What Akira found was a little cardboard box with faded writing, and a small black lump of fur inside.
"You have got to be kidding," Akira sighed, "Someone just left it here to. . ."
"You think it's dead?" Morgana asked as he popped out from the bag to get a closer look.
"Probably, depends on how long it's been out here," Akira responded, "And if it's even breathing."
Akira placed his hand on the creature's back trying to sense if it was breathing or not.
"Well. . .it's not responding, but it's has a faint heartbeat," Akira sighed, "Jeez, why do people just do this?"
"So, what are we gonna do about it? We can't just leave it here now that we know," Morgana asked.
"We can't exactly take it with us," Akira said, "Pretty sure Sojiro won't allow me to have another. . . um. . . sorry to call you this, but pet. We're not even sure if it's a cat, dog, or something else yet."
"Well, then pick it up," Morgana said, "We should at least know what we're dealing with."
Akira picked up the small creature, and it let out another weak whimper in response. After examining it for a little while, Akira then almost wanted to drop the thing and run.
"It's a freaking. . ." Akira groaned, "It's a Pomeranian."
"Oooh, the irony," Morgana sang, "Wait till Ryuji and Lady Ann hear about this."
"Don't you dare," Akira growled.
"Okay, okay," Morgana said, "So what do we do about it. Take it to a shelter?"
"Shelters are. . .worse than this," Akira replied hastily cradling the dog in his arms.
"How so?" Morgana asked, "Aren't they suppose to keep strays off the streets?"
"Yeah, but when the shelter gets crowded," Akira sighed, "They um. . .kill off the animals to make space."
"What?!" Morgana screeched, "Akira we have our next targets!"
"Morgana, we need names first," Akira sighed, "That and it's not like it's only one place where it's allowed either, it happens almost everywhere."
"Dang it," Morgana muttered.
"Anyways, I guess it needs food," Akira sighed as he stared at the box, "Wait a minute, maybe we can at least have a name for the one who abandoned this guy."
Akira crouched down, and used one hand to pick the box up and searched for any kind of sign of an address of name. All he found was a scratched out postage sticker. None of the printing was legible.
"Smart-ass," Akira growled, "They probably tried to avoid getting a fine."
"Whelp, that sucks," Morgana sighed, "Anyways, food?"
"Oh, yeah," Akira said as he got up, "Ugh, I feel bad about just buying dog food for it though, but I don't know what it can eat without getting sick."
"We can just look it up, right?" Morgana asked.
"I suppose," Akira said, "Actually, maybe feeding it something quick now, and give it more later might be better. That and we could probably hide it for a day or two"
"Yeah, 'cause we've been just standing here for a while," Morgana said, "The poor thing must be starving by now."
"Yeah," Akira sighed, "Do you mind having to share space in the bag for a while?"
"Nah, it's alright," Morgana replied, "Ryuji was right, they're really tiny."
Akira groaned for a bit, recollecting the memories on the train before safely storing the small dog in his bag. Morgana jumped in afterwards.
"To the store!" Morgana cried.
"To the store," Akira echoed.
A/N: Okay, so since we now have an unnamed dog, if anyone has any good names for it, I'd appreciate the suggestion! It's okay if no one has any though, I'll probably think of something then.
