*So I just want to say this before you read this chapter it contains some heavy themes and implications. Since I want to try to keep the characters as OOC as possible and due to the dirty nature some Mogeko characters can be *cough* Idate *Cough* this will not be pretty and I want to say this. The way Silver will go through this originally will not be the way to go about it because guys, this is a serious crime and should be taken seriously hence why I have tried to do research. If you are sensitive to this sort of stuff I suggest skipping the story because I hope to explore this issue with the two.*

"Shirogane what happened?" I question him as he quivers, wincing as I notice teardrops of crimson cascade down his shaking form and stain the once pure white snow, forming a soft shade of pink as he shudders. Sighing, I turn to the mess who stops wincing slightly as I kneel, my eyes narrowing at his poor state. I spot the faint purple and black brises across his pale snow-white features.

"Come on," I sigh and help him up, picking him up bridal style.

"W-what are you doing!?" He stutters, his face as red as fire-making me roll my eyes at the poor kid. "You're hurt, you obviously can't move in your state," I deadpan making his blush deepen down slightly. Quietly, he nods as I continue my way forward towards Yukisade's my ears hearing the faint crunch of snow heavier thanks to the extra weight. Shirogane wraps his arms around me, giving me an extra coat of warmth, not that I can help but he's shaking.

"Are you cold?" I ask as he shakes his head. Nervous, he remains silent and I merely nod, continuing my way forward as he goes silent once more.

"Yukisada!" I call out kicking the door open, ignoring the loud crash of the wooden door against the wall; hm I need to keep an eye on my power more.

"Shirogane!" Yukisada sighs worried as he approaches, getting a variety of bandages and his own medical kit as I set the poor kid down on the table. Easily, I watch Yukisada clean up Shirogane then leave him to rest his wounds. Yukisada and I sit down to talk, patiently waiting for Shirogane's recovery.

"What happened this time?" Yukisada questions gently placing down two cups of dark brown liquid. I pick up the pot, enjoying the warmth of the cup spreading from my fingertips to the body. My nose twitches at the rich dark smell of chocolate, oh hot chocolate, I haven't had this since I was a child.

"You like hot chocolate? Sorry, I presumed," Yukisada laughs nervously. "No, it's fine. Besides, I love it, just surprised, haven't had it since I was a pup," I smile at the faint memory of the rich substance, bringing a bright big smile to my younger self's features.

"Hot chocolate always cheers people up," Yukisada smiles.

"Apart from lactose-intolerant people," I shrug.

"True, tell me what happened? Was it Idate?" Yukisada question his tone concerned.

"Yeah, Idate was being a sadist for no real reason, all Shirogane did was go on his boat," I shrug drinking the warm comforting liquid.

"I feared so, he was on Orca waters. He thinks he's not good at anything he may not be the best of the best, but he's good at something I just know it, we all are," Yukisada smiles hopefully at the idea. "Same, trust me when I tell you being different isn't weird, sure Shirogane is different from the other Arctic Wolfs," I reason.

"You've seen others?" He raises a brow intrigued.

"Yeah I've seen a few weird things on my travels, I let a few Artic Wolfs who wanted a fight and as you see presently they lost, they are the opposite of Shirogane, always wanting to fight, hunt, be dominant, it was sad considering how easy I beat them," I smile at the memory failing to notice the brief sweat drop and fear on Yukisade's expression.

"The snap of their broken bones, their feeble cries, their bloodied fur so cute!" I squeal grinning ecstatically at the memory. "I-I see," Yukisada laughs nervously as I stand up, gently hearing the click of the cup as I place it on the table.

"Well I better get back home, it's getting late, thanks for the coco," I smile at Yukisada who smiles slightly as I leave the bird's house and head home…

Ah, home sweet home, stretching, I smile enjoying the warm welcome of the heater warmly welcoming me home. I raise a brow when I spot a strange small white object on the floor. I kneel on the ruby red carpet, picking up the object only for my eyes to widen when I recognize the faint smell of tobacco, a cigarette? What is this doing here?

Wait…

Startled, I stand up, and my eyes narrow, examining the room. He can't be here, he can't; he can't.

Nervously, I feel a familiar flood of fear appear, feeling my muscles tense, my sharp pearl whites chittering anxiously as my blood turns cold as the iceberg isle's ice, not even the reassuring warm whispers of the heater can comfort me. Sneakily, I walk around the house, on guard just in case…

My eyes narrow at my fridge slightly ajar to find a quarter of my fish gone. Hmm, his work no doubt, at least he left some to spare for me. But still trespassing on a shark's territory...

Unforgivable, the sentence is death even if he is a scary, mean, sadistic bully of an Orca.

Hmm, the door was locked so how…?

Carefully, I enter my room, claws outstretched ready to fight for my territory, I won't bow down to some Orca, not in my territory.

"Come on out you-"

Bravely, I declare only to falter when my eyes widen as I see casually lying on MY bed, reading MY book, on MY property is a humming Orca, happily reading.

"You bastard! Get the hell out of my house!" I roar at him, sharp teeth bare, only resulting in a sadistic chuckle from the bed.

"Is this how you welcome all your friends in your home stupid shark?" He smiles at him.

"You're not a friend Orca, you're a bully, my enemy- my-"

"Your predator," Orca smirks a demonic glint in his toothy grin and eyes, making me take a step back slightly intimidated by the now standing male.

"Get out of here yo-

I feel his rough grip on me tighten on my wrist making me wince as a rush of slight pleasure appears from that brief contact as a sadistic smirk crosses his features as he roughly pushes me onto the bed.

"Bastard get off me!"! I screech at him but it falls to deaf ears as he merely answers with a deep chuckle.

"I like them feisty. It's only fair since you interrupted my last meal, it's your responsibility to make me a new one," He smirks lustily at me as I scowl, feeling a pinch of anger at his words.

"You stole most of my fish!" I argue.

"I left some beside it wasn't good enough," He smirks as I feel a wave of heat across my features as his sharp claws move to my stomach, his sharp fingertips gently digging into my skin causing a faint trail of blood to appear as I feel a soft blush appear from the heat below, making his smirk wider.

"You look adorable in red," he smiles maliciously.

"S-shove off b-bastard," I hiss at him, my eyes narrowed at his smug smile as he dips down, my face turning bright red as I feel his tongue gaze my cold ear as he begins to playfully nibble, causing a few short muffled moans to surface from the actions. Damn it, no, no, no stop it me, stop it-bastard perverted Orca!

"Hmm, now I'm hungry for some shark meat, time to dig in!" He grins lustily at me as I try to flee only to feel his heavy bodyweight pin me down to the floor, his warm breathe grazes my neck causing a shiver of pleasure from it as he smirks coyly at me.

"Bastard!" I screech loudly as next thing I know, everything turns black and all I feel is both a mixture of pain and pleasure but most of all…the smell of tobacco is smeared all over my body with the faint scent of iron as I pass out, accepting the event to come.

Not realizing the start of this rocky relationship…