Rated M +18
AU: Apologies for the wait ladies and gents! Had to deal with a compact 4 week summer course! Kuh-RAZY stuff happening as of late! Just giving you guys the heads up going to try and make some of this story into detailed segments so the development seems a little more clear and interesting. Still working on the fighting techniques, so a thousand pardons if the depicted fights are not even close being par with you conniesuers of combat. Once again rated M for Mature please do proceed with that understanding. No worries everyone, chapter 5 will be up in another week. OH before I forget! Thank you Readerfever for following my story! AND a big Shout out to the first 265 viewers and visitors to look at my story, you guys make me feel Higher than a hike on Whiteface Mtn. In a BLIZZARD and more charged than a morning workout, 2 cups of Green Tea 5 cups of coffee, and the right playlist while driving on a SUNNY DAY! WHOO YEAH! Speaking of which, 3.0 GPA, Bachelor of the family Proposed, and Summer course has finished! Anyhow, ON WARDS!
Ch. 4 Scrapping, Brawling, THEN planning...what a COINCIDENCE!
Murray: THUNDER FLOP!
DT: PARTY TIME MOFOS! ( grabs Great Dane and after performing the blank grabs the Bat from his grip, refines its crushed tip and twirls it around like an english cane in the art of Bartitsu)
(clicks welcome to the jungle by Guns N' Roses/ Paris box Swing by Parov Stellar) [starts fight by swiftly but effective jab to the face of the first of "unfortunates" and as his hands go his face DT pulls him in with the "cane" and deals him a solid body blow to the live, immediately afterwards leg sweeping him to the floor and while on his elbows and knees, heel kicks him with a solid thud }
RRST:(looks around)...my GOD you think that this was a vilified establishment, though by word of mouth ducks should be more a place where a guy can let loo-*EPIC DOGDE* (fighting noises in the background) *pulls up hood* right UP TO THE RAFTERS hup! (up in the rafters) *ahem* As I was saying, the fight was going well enough for our two boys ( gestures downwards)
DT: ( crashes behind bar and then jumps right back over) Hup! Time to chain together some "critical hits"
RRST: heheheheh, Arcade reference.
Boar trio: We are jah Bruten Brudez, you cannot beat us, give up little piglet, and ve vill-
DT: Oh look the 3 little pigs in a pack of wolves, adorably uncooked BACON ( CRAZED LOOK walks up and points) this little piggy went to the ER (in-fighting body blow to both ribs with a concussion from the cane strike) THUD, ( Boar 2 rushes him from behind) this little piggy became a spit of Boars MEAT ( dodges, head butts his chin, and as hes falling grips his jacket and leg sweep him using momentum) slam (switches to 3) and this little piggy ( grabs 3 as hes running away) GOT STUNNED! (shoulder throws him onto a billiard table nearby) right...(looks to the group) NEXT!
RRST: ( catches singular gold tooth) as you can tell, DT having to occasionally switch up between jiu jistu and boxing this continued on through most of the Brawl. While Murray-
Murray: KNOCKS 'EM OUT WITH ONE PUNCH!
RRST: right..what he said...anyhow they were handling themselves quite well though there were more than a few close calls due to numbers later in the brawl, the FemPred girls kept on aiming for the vital areas and the "vitals"*cringe* while Pinto and his boys kept on trying to make a few home runs, along with a few points, via bats, pipes, and went on for about 10 to 20 minutes. Much of DT's Movements were halting at the right moment but fluid, ( depiction of barititsu halting yet flowing movments DT snatches the crushed bat from earlier, replacing the damaged pipe and flourishing it as though it were a cane) after DT finished off the last of the meatheads, most of the ladies had "cleaned house" for what was left of Pintos group and after thanking our duo, were MORE than ready to move on to a different part of the establishment with the exception of one who was genuinely curious about our human protagonist...
Natalie: (leans against the bar leering towards DT) *amused smile* So, do you happen to step into beef fests like this all the time, or do you it for the ladies?
DT: Not particularly my usual palate if that's what you mean but, yeah I have had the unfortunate pleasure of getting involved in these situations. Not like I TRY to pick a side just saying it-
Natalie: like it is? Straight facts... laughs lightly my kind of man, I don't suppose you would reconsider my offer-
DT: No doubt that you are a FINE FAHREAKY THANG like half the ladies of Paris in bed but, at the moment? No, just chilling and contemplating, dont get me wrong I'm still open to the invitation, but-
Natalie:...
DT:...
Natalie: A friend?
DT: (Chucks a coin at the jukebox, it starts playing Isle of Immisfree)An acquaintance, like-able fellow. More a favor to one of HIS friends you might say. More for the backallys really, they need it..
Natalie: (eyes widen and then her look softens, leans in and kisses his cheek) whispers I understand.."Papa D'artagnan" giggle
DT: (looks at her surprised)
Natalie: The Dominas FemPreds have a soft-spot for orphans and kits on the street monsieur D'artagnan,
and my girls have patrolled through the backallys enough for the past couple of days to know that you do what you can for the small business's and especially the young ones out on the street. You know they have started to call you "Papa" right?
DT: ( tired and pained smile) Mmm yeah I know, lived the street life myself before coming here..
(stretches) well think I'm gonna crack another few brewskis and then take a walk.
Natalie:(boops his nose) *chuckle* just call me if your bed is feeling cold "Papa"... (sensual hip sway as she walks after her girls)
DT:... *face palm* ughhh I stand CORRECTED. (Swig) burp if the "favors" or the law have not put in a coffin in the next couple of days, then the libido for the ladies of Paris WILL.
RRST: (raises shot-glass) cheers mate!
Murray: crik crak whelp that's enough rough housing for one night! Time to get back on my shift. You need anything, you let me know.
DT: Will do, Murray!
Charlie McManus: 300 coin lads!
DT: well that doesn't seem too-
Charlie McManus: EACH!
DT: Dammit
RRST: As our protagonist, waved Murray and put the damages on the tab, he shuffled off into the night prowling about for more "scores" on the local scumbags while formulating a plan to land some of the bigger fish to fry in this metaphorical pond.
DT: Well, I've met the infamous members of the cooper gang, and judging how things have been going accelndro lately, shits gonna go down before long. Just gotta take my mind off things for an hour or two. Lets see, bedroom action is off the list for now, I have had enough action for a day or two, maybe a fight or two to relieve some stre-
Random thug 1 & 2: ( go for a rush)
DT: GENTLEMEN!(knocks one a solid jab to the chin the other a jiu jistu toss into the other)
Random thugs: (hiss in pain and frustration) mudda fuuuuuuuuuu-
DT: I am TRYING to think here!(pauses) but thanks for the stress relief (tosses them a wad of bills) here, go home for the night.
Random Thugs: (shock) W-wait!why? Aren't you with the local branch Familia?! Why spare us?-
DT: One, I'm not DIRECTLY affiliated with the branch familia. Not every members action is strictly dictated to a T from the traditional customs. TWO, 'Cuz I know the sensation of grindstone, sparks, and chaff..*chuckle*well metaphorically speaking. Anyhow, do what ya can ta survive and provide for the mouths you feed until something solid comes within your grasp. Rather its coming soon, so wait until about two days from now.. with a bit of help, I'm gonna nail the last dredge of fake dolares in this city...
Random Thugs: (eyes widen in realization)... you mean..?!.. YOU! Your the guy who's been taking out Dmitris gestapo! ( 1& 2 fall to their knees) thankyou, THANKYOU s-so much! (wiping away tear buildup)
DT: Ok yeah see that's making me uncomfortable so uh could you just stop it with the scraping and the bowing please I am trying to just chill ya know, bitches be hozin and all that..
Random Thugs: No prob Boss!
DT: yeah that's grea- wait WHAT?
Random Thugs: we said no Probl-
DT: I know what you said, just (ssssssssss mmmm) NOT the time to think about it, fuck it you know what be ready in a couple days. Shits gonna go down.
Random thugs: Yes sir-
DT: By the way cut it with the 'sir' crap. Names D'artagnan, you two got names or does the nar-
RRST: DON'T YOU FREAKING DARE!
DT:...*smirk* 'Murphy's law' have to bring it out?
RRST: ….thin ice pup, REAL thin ice..the two 'sentient anthros' decided to introduce themselves to their benefactor, if nothing else for the sake of courtesy and due course of relations. Unlike the apparent future 4TH WALL HOMEWRECKER, who then had an unexplained origin of blue balls.
Random thugs 1&2: (look at each other) Well, sure if ya honestly want our names-
DT: my god what person does NOT know of my Job? Off-duty I am NOT a man-whore, and-
RRST: (held in chortle) nrk
DT: Oh go fly a KITE! *sigh* two I don't swing-
Chelsea: Names are Chelsea (gestures to Thug 2) and Leslie, for YOUR information head honcho-
DT: twitch stop-
Chelsea: FIRST off I am a GIRL hmph!(puffs out chest)
DT: … shes has NO idea how much that has registered in the past couple of days..lucky that this isn't the subway back in NYC, otherwise..with a black-light..this would look like a poltergeist painting. *chuckle* Thank god we're not in japan...*cough*pettanko*cough*
Chelsea:*devious grin* We are Bi-sexual, 16, and that aside are usually skilled at what we do!
DT: (looks at both up and down) Aside from the...legality regarding age, your skill sets would beeee...? (rolls hand to continue)
Leslie: Mugging..(half-lidded glance) and throwing others off.. "hotstuff"...
DT: (step back) Do not swing THAT way. REPEAT. Thankyou! Anyhow look, I gotta get going if you honestly need to know why, a brief meeting with the Cooper Clans current Rep.
Chelsea and Leslie: (gasp in shock) you means sly-!
DT: SHH! (whispers harshly) There's a reason for the term "Devils Advocate"!
RRST: Needless to say their were more a few snips of eyes and movements around the close confines of the buildings nearby. Luckily it was not a night of aggression per say, more of unconventional means of the barter of information for goods. AND BEFORE YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT IT YES! STALKING, EAVESDROPPING THE LIKE "YOUNG MUSKETEER"!
DT: (exasperation) fiiiiiine! Anyhow those dropping in and just "happening" to hear this conversation, (takes out hunting knife) unless you want to be turned into a full course meal and several pairs of clothing apparel I suggest that you find other targets or better yet (licks canines) A DIFFERENT LINE OF WORK..
RRST: as the eyes and ears of the streets scattered, DT gave directions and location to where to meet in two days time to assist. And handed the two the "calling card" that Natalie gave him at the bar, just before heading past Interpol HQ... oh the sweet indulgence of trolling..
DT: (two hours after talking with sly) ok so what I can figure so far is that I have at least 2 days to wrap up some nice "presents" for interpol and the local branch family, which should'nt be a problem if I can find out where the original batch of spice was made in tandem with this ground up "Night-Howler" concentrate...from what sly told me theres a slight possibility that the former "constable Neyla" is ALIVE heading for the south side of Paris towards a sectioned off part of a orchard of sorts. Even if she is SOMEHOW alive, after what sly told me happened just a short while ago, chances are even at a good pace she is still tired, weak, and on edge. Still the facility itself is probably underground. Provided she still is alive, its's best to let her lead me to the site. And while destroying the facility, to figure out if there are any "other" places where a facility such as that could be hiding. Once that's all figured out tip the current Don the information and have him weed out the puten via the police when the receive the information themselves. Then when all the most of the Task force is on the south side dealing with the puke, I can inform the small biz and less fortunate folk that the commerce is flowing their way. I'll help sly and Murrary Break Bentley out that Hospital prison. Once accomplished, afterwards supply murray with some money and maps for the outback..maybe he'll find himself out in the Aboriginal sacred sites..(plugs in ear-buds and plays DragonQuest 8s "Remembrance") huh wonder what this blackened container is (kicks it and it begins to disintegrate) heh maybe some old tar ball or something...
RRST: Not realizing that the black bit of old metal was the remaining chest cavity of the Infamous clock-werk, DT walked away unaware of both the new Liger constable "Mona" (because of her exotic look and bright smile) that kept stalking him was supposedly 'closing in' looking for a reason to book him, AND that a feminine figure of the Tigre persuasion had awoken hazed but somehow focused. After Neyla YEAH YOU HEARD RIGHT decided that her best shot of getting towards the southern side of town would be to first to take to the waters and decided to keep to the shadows until she reached the warf.
Mona: I don't how long it takes I WILL book you, get a promotion from this stupid constable grunt work BS and..and..(looks at his backside) and MAYBE have some 'fun' on the side
RRST: after a few minutes of relaxation and Nostalgia DT decided it was time to head back to the Hostel when all of a sudden, nearby, he heard a-
(SPLASH!)
RRST:... yes that.
DT: (stops and listens),,(sounds of cries of help and flailing) aw SHIT! (Free form sprints for about 40 seconds towards the Docks) OI! IS SOMONE DOWN THERE? DO YOU NEE-?
?: (sharp intake and then screams ) HELP! I Can't swfmmblhpp I CANT SW-FMkuh HUHH (choking, starts to cry) I dun wanna diee!
DT: Ethan?! (rocks off shock) KICK YOUR LEGS! DON'T PANICK! SCISSSOR MOTION! ( dives right in and starts swimming like an madman) STAY AFLOAT I'M COMING!
Ethan: (Recognizes DTS voice looks towards the docks reaches out screaming) PAPAAA!
RRST: As DT rescued this white tiger cub, an older female tigress in a purple vest and Indonesian garb watched on in shock and interest. She was going to jump in to save the child, after all she may have been if only briefly "clock-la" but she still had a soft spot for children especially orphans.
DT: Huff hufff ( five minues later cause I'm a unrealistic prin-cox) come on little-guy, come-on its ok shshh shhhh its ok, I gotcha gently rocks back and forth Papa D gotcha little buddy...
Ethan: Papa D'artagnan (sobs into his shoulder) grips shirt w-water iss sa-s-scary (chokes out sob and grips DTS shirt harder)
DT:..you want to talk about WHY you were out this late?
Ethan: Hic (shakes head)
DT: Ok little man, we'll talk later with mama(Walks for about 2 minutes back over the west side of the bridge and sets the boy down) just a sec little man, gotta get you something to keep out the cold (squeezes out jacket thoroughly) here bud, a this should do for now til we get you home.
Ethan: sniffle (nods head and then raises arms) up?
DT: (soft smile) sure little man (picks Ethan up and holds him)
Ethan:..sleepy..
DT: (stops for a moment) you rest up kiddo, we'll be home soon enough (sneezes in closed mouth) though I wish that there was a clothing shop open nearby being shirtless on a cold night is NOT doing me any favors. Beautiful view of the city though...
RRST: On the contrary dear readers, you can tell the LADIES here are obviously enjoying our shirtless boy wonder particularly the chiseled region of his backside and abs
Ethan: (whining and nuzzling) papaaa...(wraps jacket like a blanket) wanna go home.. (curls into crook of DT's neck)
DT: sigh alright lets get you ho-
Mona: FREEZE!
DT: sigh Ok what offence have I 'committed' this time Constable-?
Mona: THAT'S CONSTABLE MONLISA DEL TIGRE TO YOU!
DT: -_- uh huh, look uh, constable Monalisa, right? I-
Mona: *huff* Oui?
DT: girl you are rubbing me the WRONG WAY! ( inhales deeply and exhales)Was there any particular reason WHY I caught your attention at this PARTICULAR moment? Or is this just how you get your rocks of-
Mona: 100 PERCENT WOMAN LA MALTAIRE!
DT: mutters annnd another racist it appears,(notes mixed parentage) or at the very least an unintentional one. M'kay, aside gossip from a possible backally cousin, like you would know what my junk-
Mona: Care to repeat zat, MONSIEUR SHAVED MONKEY?
DT: shifts kid to other shoulder ( drags hand over face and sighs) Ok its getting late, the kids gonna catch cold, catching hypothermia myself as we speak if we don't at LEAST move him indoors, so can you just LIST what your charging me with madam? glares
Mona: *bites lower lip and rubs thighs* A-Association with Local Thugs, Bar b-brawl,
Ethan:*adorable tiger cub yawn rubs eyes* Papa D'artagnan, who is weird lady wiv ze pweety eyes?
Mona:*twitch of stress and cuteness overdose* I wanna snuggle and strangle this little-guy!
DT: chuckle No worries ethan, she's just a nice-
Mona: *small wave and smile to the cub continues noting list* AHEM-
RRST: Oh boy, flirtatious fur fighting in 3 2 1...
Mona: (leans in on DT's free shoulder) * half-lidded eyes* bad parenting-
DT: OK would like to point out that this is NOT a parenting-
Neyla: I could "help" in the mother figure department, Unlike this Hybrid Mutti * inhales shudders* uh Mister-?
DT: D'artagnan, and I don't dig racism in a mother figure, puts the kid on his shoulders
Besides Ethan here-
Mona: HAS a mother figure in ME! I know your profile wench, I don't know how your alive and I should by local but I'm giving you one chance to walk away SO BACK OFF YOU HAS-BEEN HUSSIE!
Neyla: You wouldn't know the first thing about the warmth that MOTHERHOOD provides!
DT: Actually, the kid already has a Ma-
Mona: like YOUR one to talk you lying bitch! Whats to say you wouldn't betray this precious little one like you did so many others?!
DT: aw khuzuhdul, Fabritha is gon smack me for dis!
Ethan: Papa D...
DT: *sweat drop* what is it?
Ethan: * looks down with curious shining orbs*...whats a "bitch"?
RRST: ...Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn...
DT: Would have had straight answer from the old me kiddo, but mama would take poorly if I taught you something you don't need for at least another 5 years.
RRST: After 3 STRAIGHT minutes of this comical imminent cat-fight fueled half-time show, D'artagnan took Ethan "Home" to his "mama" -
DT: (enters and looks around calls out) Hey Fab-
Fabritha: (calls from the back room) OH Thank ze creator your here D'artagnan! Ethan has vondered off and I-I (places hand over mouth) I sob I don't know if he's safe or-
Ethan: MOMMA!
Fabritha: MY BABY?! (heart in throat rushes to the door immediately taking him from DT's arms) Oh my boubalinka! kisses his forehead (clutches tightly) shhhh your home, your safe..
DT: (moves to exit the door way) warm by the fire for about 2 hours, hot-soup, and he'll be good as new, if you'll excuse me I got to g-
Fabritha: D'artagnan...wont you stay the night, at least a few hours with me, no- (nuzzles ethan) vith us?
DT: (looks at here then at the cub)...(sigh) gentle smile...a few hours...
RRST:3 hours afterwards the little tyke fell asleep between "papa" and "mama" papa decided it was time for him to head back to the Hostel but as he got dressed silently into his jeans and jacket and was about to turn the door to the bedroom oh so gently to exit...
Fabrith: Must you leave?
RRST: MMMHMMM woman's intuition...
DT:(sigh)...(turns around) a just two more days Fabritha, if you HONESTLY duly TRULY..want to come with..I'll have money and tickets set up for you and the little ones that want to come with..I cannot guarantee the same departure date..but...
Fabritha: Shhhh..*kisses him gently*..ve can wait..(gently pushes him) go and do what you need to my love..
DT: grin you know I always do (takes off free-running)
RRST: thanks to the fast spread news, many forms of "thanks" were put upon him before our protagonist FINALLY was able to get back to his room and board at the "Pancake Peninsula" Hostel. Just as he hit the sheets and was about to fall asleep he decided to have a go at one more beat to put him asleep (flying lotus Zodiac Shit) As he feel asleep DT kept in mind that in two more days, he'd be doing a Hat trick of sorts 3 things at once, Neyla stood on building rooftop opposite of the hostel and Mona on her cycle, if only briefly for few minutes outside the hostel they took very little notice of each other until about 3 minutes later they did so, and sped away from each other in mutual disdain and vicious woman's intuition. *GRIN* You do me proud lad!
AU: Sorry guys Scifi couse for summer railed into me hard as of until a day ago or so. A bit more dialogue wit, and length is what I seem to lack. Gonna be a month or so before I can update again with a new chapter summer course is going to be hitting hard. Apologies to those I have made wait thus far in anticipation of the events in Zootopia. Oh and in case anyone's wondering "Khuzudul' is basically cussing in Dwarvish and la maltaire is donkey dick in french I believe. Sorry for the fight scenes, been bouncing between course work and making this fic. Now that the course is over, I shall be cranking these out powerful like. Til then readers, Stay you, Stay Awesome!