The Hunter's Pup

Garou spat up blood, his mind hazy, his eyes fixed on his silver-haired son. This world was full of heroes. Eighty percent of them were born with power. Garou was from another world with a similar system. He was pushed to his limit, his body shook, his eyes hazy.

"Fenri…. Get going!" he snarled. Fenri, his five-year-old son, shakily turned to the mouth of the alleyway. Garo saw his opponent dash towards him. The opponent was known as the Hero Killer, and Garo was once known as the Hero Hunter before he came to this world.

The Hero Killer looked like a modern ninja, with a long red scarf and a tan bandage going over his eyes, he looked menacing. But it was nothing compared to Garo. He looked unassuming, his black compression shirt torn, blood leaking from his nose and chest, the pain making him stronger.

His eyes glinted, he didn't want his son to see this. The Hero Killer stood. His red eyes pinned on the odd silver-haired man covered in blood and barely on his feet. He was confused. How could this guy not be paralyzed?

"Who are you? Why're you still standing?" he snarled.

"Because I'm nothing like you! I'm a monster!" Garo roared, "You're cramping my style, you Ninja Turtle-reject!"

Stain was the Hero Killer's name, soon to be forgotten. Garo dodged a few more of Stain's swipes, grabbing his scarf and yanking him forward, a blue aura surrounded Garo's fist as he bashed the Hero Killer to a bloody pulp.

When he dumped him off at the police station, the receptionist was aghast. Garo grinned.

"I found this trash outside, handle it," he growled, walking back out with no other words. He walked back to his abode, a small two-bedroom house deep in the woods outside of town.

He staggered in, his eyes bleary, seeing his son laying on the couch, asleep. His hair was falling into his eyes. Garo reached out and ruffled his son's silky hair, he got his hair and his eyes from his mother, the color from him.

He was soft, gentle, nothing like his father. That relieved the Hero Hunter. As much as he was disappointed in that initially, he found it to be a blessing in disguise.

Fenri shifted, his eyes opening, "DAD! You're okay!" he yelled, hugging his dad and squeezing. Garo chuckled, holding his son, smelling something familiar.

"Eh? Dad, you okay?" Fenri wondered.

"Yeah, Fen, I'm… hahhh… fine. Just sleepy…" he yawned, 'Great, he's got her power…' he thought bitterly. His mother was an extremely popular hero, yet Garo met her when she was mostly just starting, coming into her own as a hero and him a stranger in a strange land.

How he got here no one, not even him knows. Now he's got a bubbly, gentle little kid. He trained him hard, never letting up, but always there to take care of him. Yet, every time he felt his son's hair or looked into his eyes...

He found the only woman he could admit that he had some feelings for staring back at him. Garo wondered how she was doing. Maybe he could introduce her to Fenri...

Fenri wanted more than anything to be like his dad. Big, Strong, able to beat up the bad guys. He bandaged his torn-up dad and laid him gently on his bed. Garo watched his son work so diligently. He smiled.

"Hey, Fenri," he stated.

"Yeah, dad?" Fenri asked, perking up. Garo grabbed his son and noogied him.

"Good job patchin' me up, brat!" he praised, lifting his son and hugging him. He loved his son more than anything. He ended the hero killer so that his son would have a good future free of worry, but when he'd fight heroes… he wanted his son far out of harm's way.

"You know what? Let's go see if I can getcha some ice cream!" he declared. Garo went over to the fridge, opening the freezer and pulling out a tub of vanilla. Fenri was excited, and he grabbed his little bowl.

Garo sat on the couch, his little son curled up against him. He had his arm around his son's tiny shoulders. The little five year old was curled up against his chest, his head laying against his heart, listening.

"I love ya… Dad…" Fenri yawned.

"I love ya too, Fenri…" he sighed.

Fenri fell asleep, and Garo huffed, "God… What would you do, old man? Should I take 'im to his mom? She hasn't seen us in forever… I want him to have a good life, but… I'm so close! I'm so close to it… to makin' a name for myself! If I couldn't change society back then…"

Fenri stirred. Garo reached out and ruffled his son's hair, "Ever since this little guy happened… I've grown soft like you…" Garo sighed. He stood up. 'This is gonna be the best for you, Fenri. Your mom is a safer bet than me…' he thought, carrying his little boy over to that house. That house where he could feel like he wasn't alone. He knocked gently, softly.

Kayama answered, seeing Garo, her expression was wide with shock, then hardened to anger.

"Well! Look who decided to come crawling back!" she snapped, her blue eyes like fire. Her black hair was pulled back into a ponytail.

"Shh! You're gonna wake him!" Garo hissed.

"Wait… You brought Oka?!" she gasped.

"Yeah," Garo whispered, smoothing his son's hair, "I named him Fenri. When you told me that I needed to take him, I named him," he explained.

"Just… don't take my belt from him. He loves that ratty old thing to death…" Garo chuckled.

"Wait for a second! Where're you going?" Kayama asked, her eyes wide as Garo passed their son to her. He woke up, his eyes looking into Garo's.

"Dad? Where you… going?" he yawned.

"Fenri… you have to stay with Mommy until I get back, okay? Be good for her, okay? Don't get into any fights, your style isn't s'posed to be used to attack, got it?" Garo instructed.

"Hm?! But… where? Where are you going, Dad?!" Fenri demanded.

"I gotta go tie up some loose ends, buddy… I promise I'll come back," Garo assured.

Fenri and Kayama stared at each other, the five-year-old still looking outside, still hoping that Dad was just joking. He barely knew his Mommy, and why did he feel so sad? He should be happy!

His Mommy stood, grabbing a fluffy blanket and wrapping him in it. She pulled him into her arms.

"It's gonna be okay, Fen… Mommy's here…" she sighed, feeling her son shift towards her heart.

"Mommy…? Dad talks about you all the time…" he commented. Kayama smiled.

"He does?" she wondered.

"Yeah, he says you're popular and cool! He also says that he loves you very much… mostly when he's sleepy," Fenri giggled. Kayama found that her son was quick to warm up to and trust people as long as Garo trusted them. Which was natural. Garo was a very wary kind of guy at first. Then he warmed up to her and one night of passion later and she ended up pregnant with the little guy back in her arms after five years.

He soon fell asleep and she giggled at his sleeping face, he was snoring and his silky silver hair was spread around him like a tiny halo. She kissed him on the cheek.

"Good night, my little Okami…" she sighed, now she had to figure out how to hide him from her other friends. They didn't know anything about her fling with Garo, either…

This was going to be a long night, but looking at her son sweetly sleeping spread-eagled and snoring, wrapped and wriggling in his blanket made her heart melt. He was his father's son.

She stuck by his side. Garo did dump him on her, but she couldn't find it in her heart to be mad for long. She was used to him leaving. Besides, she got to see her baby again!