Jiro, a light brown furred wolf, holds his forehead as he sits at the oak table. The sun shines through the window as it rises over the city skyline, he's been at this table for six hours now. A city map lays on the its top, red dots placed in seemingly random places; black dots dethrone where red once sat. The dots constantly shifting and changing in this game of chess. The Dokugumi mob swats them away like flies with ease every punch his gang lands against them.
"Jiro, where are you?" the tired effeminate voice of his girlfriend calls from the bedroom.
Leaving the table, the wolf comes to the sweet voice of his lover. She lays in bed, the blankets covering her full-bodied figure, her white furred nape exposed to the morning air, her small round ears flicking as he steps into the room. Turning over to face him from the bed, a smile forms on her short muzzle beneath her black nose. The polar bear ogles his slim muscular build with sleepy dark brown eyes.
"Hi, baby." She yawns drawing her lips together for him to taste.
He crawls into bed his muzzle inches over hers, hands on both sides of her shoulders, "Well hello there, beautiful."
Their lips meet for a moment as he brings himself down. He pulls his lips into a dead smile as he lays on top of her, his head under her chin. She brings her left hand to his head and scratches behind his ear, Jiro's tail gently wags as she teases the hardened gang boss. Her right hand slips from under her head, caressing down his bare back to his tail base, and into the back of his pants. Her hand cupping his rear as she continues scratching behind his ear, his favorite spot. Her heart pounds as his tail starts wagging harder, she knows what she is keeping him from.
"I love you." She whispers as he pushes himself away from her chest, "I don't want you to do anything stupid."
Smiling, he looks into her sweet chocolate colored eyes, meeting her lips with his again. Kissing down her neck, slowly removing the blankets from her.
"You mean like this?" he growls, tenderly nibbling her neck.
She lifts her muzzle towards the headboard, enjoying his nipping and kisses as he exposes her breasts from beneath the blankets. His heart pounding watching her wriggle from his touch, the polar bear enjoying the wolf's breath on her fur. A knock from the door resounds through the apartment. She covers herself again as Jiro snarls leaving the bed to answer the door.
"This better be important!" anger resonates in his voice before he swings it open.
Juno stands in the doorway, dark blood on her bright white school uniform, her eyes watery as she fights tears back. Her cream-colored muzzle nearly black in color with the amount of blood. He sniffs and smells, it's her blood. His anger fades, his protective brotherly instincts replace it as he leads Juno into the living room, his right arm around her shoulder. The stranger doesn't move into the apartment, he is resigned to wait until the male wolf acknowledges him.
"What happened?" Jiro asks, gently holding his sister's hands as she makes to sit on the sofa.
She looks away from him, her eyes focus on the patterned grey vinyl floor. She tried to stay strong in front of Jiro, to keep him from worrying, to keep from crying. She can't lie to him, he knows when she lies, that her ears twitch when she lies.
"The lizards!" She throws herself into his chest, "You promised they leave us alone!"
Jiro's heart drops, he places a hand on the back of her head, another wrapping behind her head and resting between her ears. He lied to her to make her feel safe so she wouldn't be afraid.
"I'm sorry." He barely whispers in his own shame.
"Jiro! The Dokugumi are routing the Inarigumi." A collie pants bursting through the open door.
Jiro responds with a sharp command, "Take Kiba and Isamu! Bring me a vixen!"
"Excuse me, Mister?" The coyote asks from the entryway.
Jiro motions for him to enter, "You hurt my sister?"
"He let me borrow his coat and wanted to protect me as I walked home." Juno answers wiping her eyes.
The coyote nods in agreement. His left eye surveying the room, the city map draws his attention. The dots are back market territories owned by the mobs.
"What would you like?" Jiro stands approaching the dusty colored coyote, "Money? A vehicle? Meat?"
"In." the response is dry as his finger touches a black dot, "The Dokugumi they devoured my daughter."
"If you hadn't noticed you're missing a few parts." Jiro speaks monotone.
"Pup, I'm more than capable. I may be old, but what you need is someone unassuming to scout." The coyote replies not backing down from his stance.
Jiro locks eyes with the man. A fire in both of their eyes, neither wanting to back down. Jiro's hackles raise as he prepares to snarl, his hands curling into fists. Inhaling a deep breath, Jiro closes his eyes and thinks. This middle-aged coyote would be useless in a fight, but as the man said, he is an unassuming looking coyote. An arm and eye missing, who would suspect a disabled dog? Then again, he would also start to smell of wolf if he stays around the gang, if found out, he would be tortured by whichever mob captures him.
"Juno, get cleaned up. As for you." Jiro calmly breathes out, "You're in the gang, but I'm not letting you stay. Our scent will become familiar with you. Call me from a burner."
The coyote glances at Juno with a smile, "Of course. Thank you, sir."
"Jiro." He introduces himself with a small bow.
"Hibiki." The coyote returns the gesture.
Juno removes the coyote's jacket and enters the hallway. Jiro's door is agape, a nude; pale figure stands in the far side of the room, their back to Juno. She averts her eyes and enters her bedroom. Just how she left it years ago. A signed poster of Mister Miyagi, the gray wolf actor, on the right-side wall as she enters, a dresser in the far-left corner with a mirror to its left, and her red stuffed wolf from her childhood sits upon her bed. The bed made properly, but her stuffed wolf lays over where she threw him aside in her excitement, she meant to bring him. She walks in and looks in to the reflective glass. Her eyes are tired, her smile hidden beneath the darkening blood, and her ears no longer perk up line they used to. Reaching into the dresser drawers, she chooses a gray shirt with a blue flower that would be over her left hip, her white under garments, and blue trousers.
With a second look at the bedroom, she sighs. She has spent eight years in these walls with her brother. She is glad that her brother gave her a comfortable living, but he was never home. She rarely spoke to him as he did odd jobs to pay off the debt, she never knew why they were indebted, just that as a pup she was alone.
"Jiro." Juno calls his name, hoping he heard her.
The light brown furred wolf, appears in the hallway, hands on the door frame. Juno drops her clean clothes on the wooden floor and pulls him close. He releases his grip on the door, his arms wrapping around his sister, she hugs him just like she used to, her arms over his shoulders. Her head nuzzles under his neck as she
"I love you." She whispers, "I didn't get to say it enough. I love my brother."
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