SCHULDIG'S NEW PET
A Scared little pup. Crawford couldn't wait to get rid of it. This was one responsibility he would gladly duck. Schuldig already owned a mini-ZOO of street animals; what was one more? Crawford assessed his acquisition again: big hungry eyes, scrawny, dirty and full of fleas. Perfect. The scruffier they looked when found, the better (Schuldig had a strange sense of aesthetics).
Schuldig greeted him at the door and, as predicted, took to the mutt immediately.
»How cute! Come Boy! Here Boy! Here Boy!«
The poor thing shivered, but Crawford pushed it inside.
»What's his name?« Schuldig asked.
»Naoe Nagi.«
TIGER'S STRIPES
Things were great for a while. Nagi was very presentable, after he was bathed and fed-up a bit. Show-room material, actually. Good character, too. He could be trained to do anything for cookies, he obediently fetched newspapers, didn't chew on the furniture and if he broke some plates, that could only be expected of a pup.
However, as Nagi grew the deeper layers of his mind slowly revealed itself and his true colours started to show. Stubbornness. Independence. Arrogance. He began to talk back. One day Schuldig realised with shock that Nagi wasn't a puppy after all.
He was a cat.
CAT NATURE
Crawford is their wolf. Alpha pack leader supreme. He has just a slight problem: his pack are not little obedient cubs but two stubborn cats and a shark. Still, it works. For now. Schuldig suspects things will change when their kitten grows up.
To the rest of the world he's a tiger. Tamed on the outside, so perfect for scaring the enemies. Impressing them: Look what I can control! All that power…
You. Can't. Control. A Cat!
Idiots. They are always so surprised when he finally goes for their throats. Noooo, Crawford! You are our ally! Please, nooo!
Pathetic.
Humans.
END