Note: After three to four months, I finally keep my promise(sorry!). Last part of M-21 as puppy *sigh* I will miss the little furball.

PS: Do not worry. Even if it takes a while I will finish ALL my stories. Promise.

What? What? What?! What! What do you want?!

He wanted to scream. But instead of some powerful words, only a thin, high growling came from the throat. About the same tone which arise when a rubber duck is squeezed. His own anger did not even allowed him to guess, and the purpose of this anger and the purpose of this rage was accordingly impressed.

Not one bit.

Instead, this bastard tried to touch him again with his paw. By the way ... the paw from the bastard was almost as big as his head! M-21 growled - now he did not care how it sounded – at the nasty werewolf in front of him. Although he knew his name, he preferred to address him mentally with swear names. Because he got on his nerves, whenever they saw each other.

The brown mutt annoyed him already when he was on two legs. But atleast back then he could still express his resentment verbally.

The rest of the household, including the handful of werewolves who were visiting – as in, had let themselves in without permission and made themselves comfortable – observed the confrontation between M-21 and Kentas with more or less worried expressions. Tao even thought of taking M-21 and sitting on the sofa, but he did not want to embarrass his comrade.

"You know ..." Muzaka suddenly said, and looked at M-21 almost bored "That it would not hurt you to go a little bit into the game? It could help you to better navigate in this body."

Play?

M-21 snapped his ears and narrowed his eyes. The bastard wanted to play? Did he really looked like ... well, he probably looked that way. But just because his body reminded of a child, did not mean that he was a child or wanted to be treated like one.

The bastard should get his game.

Tao held his breath, M-21 had actually stood up and ran ahead of Kentas, in his usual uncertain little steps. The brown werewolf pointed his ears and followed him, deliberately much slower than he could have. That looked so damned cute.

Beside him Takeo moved uncertainly "I have a bad feeling" he whispered softly in Tao's ear "I mean ... M-21 and play catch?"

This comment was enough to make Tao's imaginary dream bubble burst and he broke out in cold sweat. Takeo was perfectly right. M-21 would never play catch. It took a lot of imagination to imagine the serious and dignified man running across a meadow to score a catch. So why did M-21 really ran?

BANG!

CRACK!

Urgh ... there was the answer. Tao almost did not dare to look. M-21 had maneuvered Kentas half under the crockery. The werewolf was stuck, and not only because of the cupboard under which his head was pinched. More because of the absolutely deadly look of Frankenstein, who through his gaze promised him very unpleasant things, if only one cup was broken.

M-21 sat no more than two steps away from Kentas and observed his work contentedly. Tao could swear that he was laughing, so wide were his lips withdrawn. Then he stood up, ignoring Kentas protest and walked towards the sofa. Before he jumped up to Raizel, his absolute favorite place in recent times, he threw Muzaka an icy look and hissed before pointedly turning his back on the werewolf.

The room was quiet. Not even Kentas dared to make a sound.

-.-.-.-

He had almost forgotten how persistent this mutt could be. Annoyed, he turned around again and growled. The bastard stopped and looked at him blinking. M-21 could swear he just wanted to make him tired, and unfortunately it was working.

With an annoyed snort, he turned again and trotted to the living room. Frankenstein had given him food a little while ago and as far as he knew, Raizel and the scientist had retired to their rooms. He did not want to disturb them or the rest of the household, all of whom have already left for their own spaces hours before. Even he himself was very tired now but ...

So far he had only been sleeping next to Raizel, a place where he always felt safe. But Raizel was now in his own room, and M-21 did not want to disrupt his privacy. It was rare for the Noblesse to retreat and if he had, there must be a good reason.

All others were already asleep …

M-21 turned around the corner and stopped. As soon as he could talk again, he would ask Frankenstein how it came about that a heap of wolves was lying in his living room. Seriously, one might think the heap had no other place to sleep.

The usual suspects, as well as some more he had not seen before, lied scattered all around. Even under the table. Muzaka had again claimed the best place for himself and was sleeping on the couch, the red wolf slept next to him with her back against the cushion and at the end of the sofa two more had somehow managed to find space.

Only the area where M-21 normally slept was still empty. Probably because it was Raizel's place.

The bastard Kentas chose the moment to jump right over him to land at the opposite side. M-21 suppressed another growl. He felt uncomfortable at the thought of making everyone aware of his presence, and only watched as the mutt was joined by another grey brown wolf. What was her name Lunar? Lunark? No matter.

As quietly as possible, M-21 went to his sleeping place and rolled himself together. With tapered ears, he listened to the werewolves breathing and waited for sleep to come. But gloomy thoughts kept him awake and left him no rest as hours passed on. Every now and then he nodded, only to be frightened by some horror picture. Finally he gave up.

So he jumped down from the couch, and stood for a moment undecided. Where? He decided to go to the garden ... but he was supposed to get the door open. Minutes later, it turned out that he could not manage it.

Strangely dejected he sat before the door. M-21 did not want to go back, but he could not stay here. At the same time he could not go to his room, because he could not get up the stairs. So he sat in the dark in front of the door and did not know what to do. His mind darkened even more.

There were footsteps from the living room. M-21 almost expected to see the bastard Kentas, but it was not him. It was the red wolf heading fast for him and she stopped in front of him. M-21 flicked uncertainly with his ears. The wolf bent down and took a long time to stare him closely. M-21 blinked and could not help but answer her look directly, although he had no idea what she wanted from him.

Then the wolf let out a strange whine. Before M-21 understood why, she had snapped at him and lifted him up. As once before, he curled up automatically. He was very sure that the protest, which just came out of his throat, was more than clear. But the wolf ignored him.

What was that? Where… Urgh.

Suddenly everything was full of fur and he felt strangely pinched. On one hand was his 'kidnapper' and on the other was ... white fur. M-21 sniffed uncertain and winced, because he knew this smell by heart. As if to confirm, he heard a loud rumbling beside him. Muzaka seemed to be surprised, or angered, or a mixture of all that. He had turned his massive skull to see him.

M-21 wanted to instinctively duck and become small, but he resisted it. After all, he had not voluntarily sat here. Pushing his own fear down, he growled back.

Muzaka narrowed his eyes and looked at him for some time, as the red wolf had done. Then he turned his head a bit above, and M-21 realized that he was staring across him to the red wolf. M-21's neck fur stood on, but it happened nothing. Muzaka turned his head away again, and the red wolf too laid down. M-21 remained insecure, sitting between the two parties, with the bad feeling that he had just missed something important. Perhaps it would be wiser to leave simply.

He hesitantly tested his surroundings, sat down, stood up, sat down again. A familiar itching was already making itself known at certain body positions. It was not unpleasant, and from Frankenstein he knew that it had to do with the aura of the werewolves which affected them mutually and accelerated his healing.

A sudden a big paw pressed down towards him. When he looked up he met the stern look of the red wolf, who had left her paw dangling in the air towards him. Why was he feeling like a naughty kid who was just scolded? Not to mention, the effect was not lacking. Without realizing his head had sank slowly, as well as his eyes.

This situation not even so bad. It was soft, warm ... pleasant and he was no longer alone. With a slight sigh he decided to surrender to his fate and at least to enjoy it a bit.

-.-.-.-

The next day, the sun was just up, Frankenstein entered the living room and froze at the same sight M-21 had before. Inhaling deeply, he massaged his forehead and recalled all the wonderful moments with his master.

"If you want to move in here with your people Muzaka, then you just need to say it," he remarked pointedly and opened the blinds to let light into the room. Behind him a protest of whine and whimper raised.

Ah, it had rained. So that's why Muzaka and his people were here. Werewolves were certainly not afraid of water, but if left with a choice to sleep outside in the rain or sleep under a roof they'd prefer the later. And now, everywhere the eye could see there was fur. Frankenstein shuddered at the sight. He will have to instruct one of the children to clean, thoroughly.

In his usual routine, he switched on all the devices, and prepared the breakfast. A few minutes later, he could feel the approach of his master. The Noblesse also stood still for a second, taking in the situation before he went on to his place. Frankenstein could feel the surprise of his master and watched as two werewolves cleared the way for him.

If Muzaka's people stayed here any longer, it would certainly surprise the others in the household as well. Speaking of the others, he should give M-21 breakfast before they woke. But where was M-21? He had not come to the living room, nor was he with his master. He might have stayed with Tao.

He turned around to look for the young werewolf on the upper floor, but his master held him with a glace. With something like a smile, he pointed at Muzaka. At first, Frankenstein did not know what he meant. Then he saw a very small patch of gray fur, a few shades darker than that of Muzaka. on the sofa. On closer inspection, he noticed the patch was M-21. The boy was almost difficult to see, as he was attached so firmly with Miss Garda that only his back and a part of the ear was visible.

Well, he could certainly give M-21 his food later.

-.-.-.-

Kick the bucket! Die! You miserable ... with a 'vicious' sound he clasped his enemy with both paws - as far as it was possible - and bit into him. His opponent flinched, tried to free himself, and the mini werewolf buried his teeth in even more firmly. This time he had gone too far, he would not hold back any longer. He would find his weak spot!

He did not care HOW IT LOOKED LIKE!

So M-21 ignored the oppressed laughter of almost everyone who was present, watching the puppy get caught up in Kenta's paw and not wanting to let go even though Kentas had already dragged him over half of the living room floor. The Werewolf had actually managed to annoy M-21 so much that he did not care what or how he looked like anymore.

Kentas looked like he was suffering, but only minimally. With an almost sunny temper, he dragged M-21 as he hobbled over to a heap of other werewolves and dropped to the ground next to Lunark. The whole stack, four different werewolves, stared with pointed ears to the small, growling pile of fur that hung on Kentas. And they stared ... and stared and stared.

"Well, M-21 has a very nice perseverance," Tao said, laughing embarrassed. He did not get rid of the feeling that he had to explain it to the werewolves. Especially since the first of them had already slanted their heads.

Regis wrinkled his nose "He's stubborn, that's all. If a little ... disgraceful" with these words he observed M-21. But not even that made him move away from Kentas. But the next words Frankenstein spoke did.

"He is filthy"

M-21 heard it and at first he wanted to ignore it like everything else, but Frankenstein continued "A bath would be appropriate."

A bath ... Pictures of water rose in his head. Warm water ... sponge ... foam ... a lot of foam ... pink foam? Towels ... Hair dryer ...

With a stifled panic sound, M-21 loosened his grip. Kentas raised his head anxiously and looked around, trying to find out what was making this ... hybrid puppy so panicky. He had no idea of M-21's fear, which was something along the line of:

I do not want to be ... more FLUFFY!

Frankenstein came toward him, arms stretched... and M-21 was gone. He had fled quickly under the sofa where Raizel was sitting when he saw the man coming toward him. Muzaka saw his friend perplexed, although probably no one except him noticed. It was hardly visible, but Raizel's eyes grew a little bigger and he put the cup down a little too strong.

"M-21" Frankenstein sounded strict ... and irritated "Would you have the goodness ..."

The darkspear master did not complete his question. There was a short, sharp barking under the sofa, that despite the general surprise that M-21 was making such a sound, sounded clearly like a 'NO'. Tao and Takeo looked carefully at Frankenstein whose facial muscles were twitching again unhealthily and a threatening aura was forming around him.

Under the sofa M-21 squealed in panic.

-.-.-.-

Mocking and gloomy, M-21 looks at his reflection in the mirror. His escape from Frankenstein had found an unspectacular end. Then it happened, and half an hour later he was sitting in front of the mirror and his worst fears had come true. If his appearance could previously be described as fluffy, he was now a DAMNED FUR BALL!

He growled frustrated and raised his ears, but ... what was that? He could not see his ears any more!

Fuck

M-21 simply fell to the ground. Exactly where he stood. Even Kentas - who decided to push him with his paw over the floor - was ignored. He would not move from the place as long as his fur was so ... fluffy! At the same time, he ignored the fact that Kentas was sweeping him along like a mop.

-.-.-.-

Takeo looked at his comrade pitifully. Gradually he understood why M-21 had tried to weasel himself out of the bath. If he compared the previous version with the result afterwards, then M-21 actually had more similarity with a small pillow on four legs than with a wolf. Takeo even suspected that Frankenstein had deliberately blow-dried him, after he was made to chase M-21 for half an hour through the living room.

Beside him, Seira gave a low humming sound, and played with a brush in her hand that she had taken from her room a few minutes ago. Takeo nodded to her and stood up, saved M-21 from Kentas and returned to the sofa. M-21 did not make a sound, he seemed to have surrendered to his fate, or he was still in shock.

Takeo put M-21 between Seira and himself. The Noble held the brush in front of his nose. M-21 ears twitched, and he nodded clearly, closing his eyes, letting Seira brush his fur.

Seira went on carefully and very meticulous. Every inch, except a few piquant spots, were brushed until the coat was smooth again. Takeo watched Seira smile slightly as M-21 touched her hand and returned the favor by letting her gently crawl him.

-.-.-.-

Tao almost stumbled when something pulled on his pants as he was about to climb the stairs. He looked down at M-21 who had let loose his pants and was staring at him expectantly.

"You want to go upstairs?"

M-21 nodded and Tao could not help but grin with joy. Since M's transformation, he had wanted nothing more than to take his comrade in the arm. M-21 looked so damn cuddly and Tao loved to cuddle. But M-21 did not allow it before. With caution, he reached for M-21 and lifted him up into his arms.

He was so soft! Tao wanted to cradle and caress him! But he could not ... M-21 could bite him and never let him lift again. He had to stand back.

Upstairs, the hacker wanted to set down M, but M-21 growled. So Tao went to M's room, but M-21 growled again! He stood helplessly in the hallway.

"Not that I want to complain, but where do you want to go?"

M-21 did not answer, of course not. But he cuddled into his arms and even put his head on his forearm! Tao did not dare to hope, he couldn't believe his good luck. He carried M-21 to his room - he really wanted to work - but he could not let this opportunity go! From his arm, M-21 jumped on his bed and sat next to his head pillow.

Tao laid down and immediately M-21 came closer and rolled down at his side. Tao nibbled at his lower lip and held out his hand slowly, expecting M-21 to bite him at any moment, but he could not help it. Slowly and carefully, he caressed M-21 over his coat. Nothing happened. On the contrary, M-21 clung to his hand and turned his head to show the spots. The hacker decided that this would truly be the best night since M-21 had transformed.

Tao did not know that M-21 had a similar idea. He was very pleased with himself, to have prevented Tao from working too much.

-.-.-.-

Somethings had to end when they were good. Just as he had become accustomed to his body, just as he had begun to seek contact with his comrades, just as he began to enjoy strokes … and just as he was about chew off Kenta's ear - literally - it happened.

He was clinging to Kentas head again, chewing his ear out of sheer lust for vengeance when a sharp pain shot through his lungs. Suddenly he could no longer breathe, not see anything, could no longer hold on, and climbed helplessly over Kentas back to the ground. He lied there gasping frantically. The pain subsided to a dull throb.

Kentas appeared before his field of vision. M-21 shuddered and stood up slowly. Something was wrong, this feeling of premonition, these pains were all too familiar.

The conversations were silenced. They all stared at him and M-21 did not know what to do. Cautiously, he took a few steps before this paralyzing pain rekindled. He wasn't able to help a painful sound from escaping, and fell over again. A familiar heat crawled into his bones, which he knew would become much stronger.

It was Frankenstein who lifted him up and brought him up to his room. The next minutes were a blur to M-21. All his attention was devoted to his body and the increasing pain in his bones, which was becoming unbearable.

At first he tried somehow to gain control of his transformation, but the more time elapsed, the less he managed to perceive anything but the pain. Then he felt like his bones began to shift and with relief he realized that it was coming to an end.

-.-.-.-

When he opened his eyes again, he first saw Frankenstein, who was looking at him with well-concealed anxiety. M-21 squinted, took a deep breath, and raised his arm to look at him.

He had a hand, not a paw. Relieved, he breathed out.

"How do you feel?"

"Hrm" murmured M-21, excited to hear his own voice again "Tired"

"Do you still feel pain?"

M-21 shook his head and dropped his arm again. Beside him came an indignant sound.

Oh ... no ...

He took the trouble to turn his head, although he could imagine who had made this sound. Especially as he suddenly became aware that his head pillow breathed. Kentas ... of course ... what else did he expect?

"You have nothing better to do, do you?"