"...Huh."
Well, you all are probably wondering, why aren't I freaking out at the moment? Well, it's obvious isn't it.
I've gone mad.
Billy had finally succeeded in driving me crazy.
I better go tell my mom, so she can put me away in an asylum before I go on a random killing spree.
Because obviously, I'm crazy.
That's the only logical reason as to why I'm imagining a naked man transforming into a 20 feet tall wolf. That, or God had decided to gift me with a Sesshomaru wannabe.
Yes, I do watch anime. Problem?
As of the moment I'm reading the manga Black Butler. Not the anime, just because I've heard the two have two different endings, and some new characters. I've decided to watch the anime when I'm finished the manga. I'm reading that manga and reading Vampire Knight at the same time. May I just say that Yuuki should stick to her first choice, Kaname? It's something called commitment, girl. BE CONSIDERATE, YOU'VE ALREADY CHOSEN, STICK TO IT!
I hate cheaters. My uncle cheated on my aunt with 6 different women, and my biological father cheated on my mother. Thankfully both women left them. Therefore, I've sort of developed the headstrong mentality that if he cheats, you drop his ass.
Penny don't take no crap.
Ugh. I say that as if I've actually had a relationship..
Enter face-palm right about [here].
Well, let me just say that if I did, I would be more loyal than a dog regardless if I loved them or not.
I'm getting side-tracked, aren't I?
Oh well, if you're so curious as to what I am currently doing, I reassure you, it's nothing. I am still sitting on the ground, staring stupidly at the beastly wolf. Initially, there is a bit of shock etched into my expression, as well as astonishment, wonder and of course, fear. This most probably gave me the result of looking like I just witnessed my grandmother getting butt-fucked by a unicorn-
DAMMIT I JUST GAVE MYSELF IMAGES!
ARGH! BE GONE, DISTURBING PICTURES!
I assure you that I probably won't be able to visit my gran in awhile. I estimate a good 50 years-
DAMMIT THEY CAME BACK!
Most likely a firm 100 years. So long as I'm dead, in short.
I stared at the wolf, urging myself to locate my voice. Finally, I squeaked out a shaky voice through clenched teeth. "C-change back." I watched as it tilted it's head, acting as a small reassurance to my wobbly muscles. In all reality, I was already making my Will. Not that it really mattered. The only thing I really owned was my iPod, and even I was too possessive to leave that in the hands of my mother, much less my friends.
They would find out about my Yaoi addiction. Preferably my Kakashi and Iruka doujinshi's. Oh God, I didn't want to give my mother a heart attack, especially when she wasn't really open minded about the whole Gay thing. Born and raised in a small Nicaraguan village until the age of 12, it was safe to say that she found two men kissing a little strange. Eh, didn't really mattered to me. I've tried to convince her that they aren't hurting anyone by loving each other, but she had it screwed tightly into her head the opposite. But really, doesn't all immigrant parents?
How'd I get to that subject again?
I bristled as I watched a flame engulf the wolf's body, gradually decreasing before puffing away, as if it was never there. Strangely enough, nothing was burnt, not the trees, not the grass, not even the man.
I blinked. He turned back into a man already?!
The...uhm, dog-man, grinned as he darted over to me, entrapping me in a hug, sitting on my lap. Damn he was heavy.
And still naked.
"Get off!" I yelped in embarrassment. I always had a problem with hugs. It was different when I was at home, craving a strong, handsome boyfriend to cuddle me, but when I was out in public and someone wanted to hug me, I found it a tad awkward. It was like I needed a sign tattooed onto my forearm that said 'don't touch me'. My friends that did know this fact took advantage of it, hugging me just to annoy me. It did annoy me, and I usually ended up smacking them so they stop, but as if they were make out of stone, they continued. It might be because they were mostly guys. I was a bit of a tomboy, if the last two chapters were clue enough.
And no, I was not one of those athletic tomboys that acted like one of the guys and talked about sports. Nope, the last thing I am is athletic. They hung around me because I was supposedly 'chill' and I do not act like I'm the top bitch of the place, a.k.a someone who potentially starts drama a.k.a their ex girlfriend's. Don't get me wrong, I do have pride and I am like a raging bull when I'm upset, but that rarely happens. It's easy to get me annoyed, but I'm not a hot head, and I'm usually patient. I've only gotten angry maybe 3 times in my entire lifetime of 16 years.
The dog-man looked up at me and tilted his head. I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Do you have an owner?" I gritted out. Surprisingly, I was full of sympathy today. Not only did I get this Sesshomaru-wannabe food, but now I'm possibly offering him a place to stay. For the night that is. Maybe I could print out 'lost dog-man' fliers and stable them around the neighborhood.
Ya know, that's a perfect idea.
The dog-man nodded his head enthusiastically. I mentally cheered. Yus! Thank God! The last thing I wanted to do was babysit a naked dog-man for the rest of my life. I grinned at the dog-man before I realized a problem. How was I going to take him home if he's naked?
The perverted side of my brain whispered 'well isn't that the point?'
I felt my face pool with heat. God I'm such a pervert! It was a Goddamn dog for Christ sake! How disturbing can I get?
Wait, was it even considered bestiality? I mean, here I have a real life Jacob Black, but then again Jacob Black didn't have the mentality of a hound, nor was he as pretty as this cute little dog-man.
Why am I even considering this?! I shook my head. If I needed to get him home, I needed to get him dressed. I looked into my school bag and grinned with realization. My old gym shorts was still in there. I discarded it to the very bottom of my bag, forgetting it when I started a new semester. I pulled it out and looked over at the dog-man.
"Can you get dressed or.." I trailed off. I watched his expression. It was blank. Assuming it was a no, I sighed. Well, it was just shorts, it wouldn't be too bad. I coughed awkwardly as I beckoned him over with a hand. He crawled over to me, into my lap once more. I grumbled under my breath, my eyebrow twitching a little. Carefully, I slipped the too-short-for-guys shorts to his hips, and without mercy, pushed him off of my lap. I shot up, patting any clinging dirt to my bottom. The dog-man followed suit, minus the patting at the bottom. I took his wrist and sighed once more. Knowing my mother, she would be dead asleep until 8 in the evening. That being said, she would eat, watch t.v and then by 10 o'clock, she would be getting ready for work. I usually ate dinner around 9. Late, I know, but I adapted to it. Besides, that was basically my mother's breakfast and she didn't complain. Until then, she would usually make me breakfast in the mornings at 7 when she came home from work.
Basically, I would see her maybe 4 hours a day. At night I was alone, and at day I was alone, seeing as she was practically dead in her room. The door was usually locked too, seeing as she didn't want to be disturbed when she was sleeping. She was like a crazed bear when she was grumpy. Then again, so was I. Not that it bothered me, I didn't cling to my mother as if she was my life source, and I found that I quite liked the quiet. So in all honesty, it was a good system.
I tugged at the dog-man's hand, motioning him to come with me. He complied, fidgeting with unsaid excitement. I watched him carefully at the corner of my eyes, but he didn't seem to notice. Surely enough, we were back at my low-rise apartment. I fished into my bag for my keys and jammed them into the hole, twisting the lock open. It was dark inside, but I didn't bother to flick the lights on. Instead, I closed to door behind me and my new..buddy, and ventured over to the window, pushing the heavy curtains away and letting light flood into the living room. I didn't want to use unneeded electricity. That would hinder the extra money that goes into grocery shopping. Therefore meaning the lack of Doritos. Sad face. My apartment was practical in a two bedroom apartment. The foyer was small, if you looked ahead, there was the living room, and if you looked to the right, there was a small kitchen. When you walked into the living room, there is a small hallway that lead to my mother's room, adjacent to it was the door to my room, and opposite to mine was the bathroom. Small, but cozy, if you ask me.
I turned to the dog-man, a growing frown as I took in how much dirt clung to his skin. I sighed once more. Regretting the words before they even left my lips.
"You're going to need a shower."
