Author's Note: Okay. I don't anything here. All related to StarFox belong
to Nintendo. Otherwise the only thing I own here is the plot and Chamille.
I've noticed while surfing the web that there was already a fanfic
character named Chamille, who is also the sister of Leon. Well, notice
this: Loooooooooong before I realized this, which was weeks ago, I had
ALREADY developed a fan character named Chamille. In fact, she was a
character in an original series I was writing years ago, but I decided to
place her in my StarFox Fanfic! So if the original owner of a Chamille
Powalski is reading this, note this: THIS Chamille Powalski is MY
character! If you insist on believing I'm stealing your character, then I
ask your permission to use her name. I REPEAT, I AM ASKING YOUR
PERMISSION!!! If you STILL insist on believing I'm committing plagiarism
(and I hate that too, believe me), e-mail me at imagenashyun@aol.com, then
maybe we can talk this out (*struggles to catch her breath*). I know that
I've placed Tragedy/Angst as a genre, but that comes in later in the story,
otherwise it's mostly Humor/Romance/Drama (ironic, ain't it?) This story is
Rated R for extreme blood, gore, and violence, numerous death scenes,
language, rape scenes, nudity and some sexual talk. Please R&R. Thank you.
~~ Imagen ~~
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Chapter 2: "Chamille of the StarWolf Team"
"Mercy! Mercy! Mercy!" the victim pleaded as he spun around on the wheel.
Leon smirked. "Do you have any idea where I've placed you, sir?"
"N-No........."
"This is an execution technique the French used before the invention of the guillotine. You see, they strangle the damned until all his air escapes his windpipe then tie him to a wheel.... like this," Leon taunted as he spun the wheel. Just as he said, his victim was strangled almost to the point of death, tied to a laid-down wheel and spinning. The victim, who was a pika, struggled to breath, his furry face turning blue. His arms and legs were extremely bruised, cut, and bleeding. Leon chuckled as he pressed his clawed finger on the pika's nose. "I'll have my fun spinning you and breaking your legs. But, however, I take a strike with this stone mallet at random timing. Maybe if you're lucky, I might strike you on the head and end it all quickly."
"Mer...cy..." the pika pleaded as blood spurted from his mouth.
Chamille peered in as Leon swung his mallet for the first strike, which connected to the pika's right leg. The woman flinched as the lagomorphine victim screamed painfully as Leon continued to give out multiple blows, striking the legs, arms, and finally the body. Hearing the bones crack, the crimson blood splatter, and the victim scream made Chamille shake, causing her to fall on her knees. Foul smells reached her nostrils, the smell of blood, exposed flesh, and broken bones. Chamille flinched further, her hand on her stomach and her other over her mouth. She felt like vomiting.
"If it bothers you, why don't you leave?" Leon snapped without looking back while still striking the pika. Chamille almost fell as soon as she heard Leon's voice.
She stuttered an excuse, "I... I... I was curious... I heard the scream, then I wondered, 'What was he doing?'-"
"This is my hobby."
"Your... hobby?"
Leon stopped the wheel from spinning while placing the mallet over his shoulder. He turned to Chamille and walked to her then stood over her. "Why are you still here?"
"I... have to stay here... until the rains stops..."
She paused when she heard the victim choke as he gargled from the blood in his mouth, "Mer...cy..."
"He never gives up..." Leon muttered. "I think I'll let him live."
"Mercy..."
"I'll get the whip ready," he said as he turned and walked out of the chamber.
Chamille shuddered when he heard the pika spit, "N-Noooo.... more...."
The young chameleon sighed sadly and stood up. She glanced at the broken pika, blood gushing from his open wounds, some of the bones visible from the flesh... broken, snapped, fractured bones. One can even see the hemorrhaging marrow and veins. The smell of blood, exposed flesh, and broken bones became stronger, and the woman had to cover her nose. Chamille gasped silently at the sight of the victim. She was surprised he was still alive.
"T-T....T...." the pika stammered, pronouncing "T" but nothing else.
Chamille nodded and approached the pika, stepping over bits and pieces of flesh and puddles of blood. She leaned over the pika as she covered her hand with her sleeve and wiped his mouth. "What is it?" she asked.
The pika smiled peacefully. "You're... an... angel..."
Chamille gently smiled back, her eyes softening. "Gerald Grover... don't worry... you will no longer feel any pain..." she whispered softly as she bent lower over to his face. Slowly and softly her lips touched his, softly kissing him. The pika, Gerald, sighed contently, his eyelids becoming heavy. The smile froze on his face as he breathed heavily but gradually, his eyes finally closing. Chamille stood up. She still had her smile, gazing gently at the resting victim on the wheel.
"Ah, here it is, just as I remembered where I placed it," Leon said as he returned to the chamber. "I must make a note not to leave it in the kitchen...... someone could get sick..." He stopped talking to himself when he noticed Chamille and the pika. "Wha?"
"Oh, Leon! You're back!"
"Step aside, wench!" Leon growled angrily. "I have a victim to whip!"
"He's dead."
"What?" the male chameleon ran to the dead pika. He checked for a breath and pulse. "Nothing."
"See?"
"What did you do?"
"N-Nothing! He just breathed his last... must have died from too much battery and assault-"
"Then remind me not to do it too much before I would continue my tormenting," Leon harrumphed as he threw the whip aside in the chamber and left. His voice was heard as he headed toward the kitchen, "Boy, all that buffeting can make a lizard hungry..."
'How could he eat after all of THAT???' Chamille thought. She turned back to the dead pika. Gerald Grover. She sighed sadly again as she walked out, whispering, "Requiescat in Pace."
***
A well-fed Leon went to bed that night. He put on his sleeping clothes on first, for his day clothes were stained with blood and bits of flesh and therefore thrown in the laundry. He slipped on a comfortable white T-shirt and sweatpants and white cotton socks to keep his cold-blooded feet warm. Before turning in he did some exercises, doing twenty push-ups by the side of his bed then thirty sit-ups. Not a very hard workout, but it was enough to keep him toned up and strong, as long as he would do it every day and night. He would need that strength to operate machines and carry heavy weights to continue his tormenting anyway.
Tired and sleepy, Leon yawned as he slipped on a sweater and pulled the covers, quickly hopping on his mattress. He squirmed until he was lying on his side comfortably and then closed his eyes. He began breathing steadily when he could feel and smell sweat-smelling breath against his nose. Leon opened his large eyes. Chamille was sleeping soundly on his bed, wearing another of Leon's T-shirts and lying on her side, facing him.
"GWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"
"What the hell was that???!!!" Wolf barked when he heard the screaming. He jumped off his bed and ran out to the hall and to Leon's bedroom, Andrew and Pigma doing the same. As soon as all three of them arrived, they could see a chameleon in a sweater leaning on his door, holding his chest and breathing and sweating hard. "Leon, what's wrong?" Wolf questioned.
His question was answered when he and the pig and monkey noticed the woman chameleon sheepishly peeking out the door. "H-Hello..." she muttered.
"Chamille?"
"I'm sorry, O'Donnell-san, but I was searching for a place to sleep."
"Have you ever heard of the couch???!!!" Leon spat.
Andrew joshed, "Say it, don't spray it." Leon quickly kicked him in the crotch, causing the young monkey to fall in his knees in pain.
"It was so cold there," Chamille explained. "You know, as a cold-blooded anthro, my temperature will fluctuate if I stay there too long-"
"Then borrow a sweater!" Leon shot back. "But don't steal-- like you stole my T-shirt!"
"I didn't steal it! I was borrowing it!"
"Then WHY didn't you ask-"
"All right, knock it off!" Wolf broke up the argument. He turned to Chamille, "Chamille, you can sleep on Andrew's bed."
"WHAT???!!!"
Andrew shot up to his feet. "YES!!!"
Wolf continued, "Don't worry. Andrew will be sleeping on the couch instead."
Andrew moaned, "NO!!!"
***
Leon dreamed pleasant dreams...... at least pleasant to him. He dreamed of blood... rage... screams... cries... death... all of it. He was holding whip, and he stood before a crowd of Lylatian victims, all tied up and bleeding, \their backs bare and open for whipping. Leon smirked and stretched his whip, then approached the nearest victim- a grizzly bear- and began lashing him. The bear screeched as each lash flogged his furry back, the whip tearing his flesh and pulling out his hairs. He flinched and cried as he could feel the whip lashing deeper and deeper into his skin, his blood flying and his bones being exposed. It was all happening quickly, but Leon was enjoying himself- he continued whipping until the bear could scream no more, falling forward and breathing his last.
"Mercy... mercy..." the crowd began pleading. Each and every one of them cried as if they too were flogged along with the bear. Their mouths were gaping black, moaning for mercy, their voices echoing in Leon's ears. But he turned his back and walked off.
He looked at his right hand, which held the whip and was covered with blood. He dropped the whip and gazed into his crimson-stained palm. He watched the blood drip, every drop falling to the stone floor and splattering. Clenching a fist, Leon closed his eyes. He enjoyed the torture. Every part of it. It was power. All his.
If he enjoyed this, then why does he somehow feel something heavy in his black heart?
***
The sun shone his golden rays through Leon's window. As soon as one ray shot to the chameleon's closed eyes, he opened them, awakened. His squinted, the sun blinding him, and he raised his arm over his large eyes cover them. He smacked his lips, his tongue tasting the bad taste in his mouth, and he smelled from the blood from the last night. Leon trod to the window and closed its blinds, then began undressing himself, taking off his sweater, shirt, pants, socks, and underwear, and throwing them in his hamper. He took his towel, sitting and waiting for the lizard, then began searching for his robe, which should be by the towel. There was none. What's going on? No matter. He wrapped the towel around his waist, covering himself. He opened his door, looking around for anyone in the hall. No one. He walked a few paces to the bathroom, not too far from his bedroom. He opened the door, quickly slipping in, then shut it, locking it. He turned to the shower, realizing it was already being occupied by a certain woman his species washing herself.
"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" Wolf recognized the scream and hopped off his chair in the dining room and ran to the bathroom, Pigma and Andrew following and stuffing their French toast in their mouths. They soon arrived in the hall where Leon's room and bathroom was, with Leon kneeling on the floor in front of the door, palms on the ground, panting for breath, and sweating like crazy. His face was flushing red, the towel slipping off and exposing him. No worry, they're all men. The only woman in the group was still in the shower.
Wolf shook his head. "What's wrong now?"
"The rain has gone!" Leon raised his voice. "Hasn't that b!tch gone home yet?!"
"Well, actually, she told us she didn't have a home."
"WHAAAT???!!!"
Chameleon shyly peered out the door, wearing Leon's robe. Leon quickly spun around and glared at her, recognizing the robe she wore. "My bathrobe!"
"I was borrowing it!"
"What did I say about ASKING???!!!"
"Leon, your towel," Pigma warned. Leon looked down, seeing his towel lying around his feet. Chamille screamed, covering her eyes. Leon flushed red again and immediately snapped the towel around his waist.
Andrew noticed Leon's face. "Ewwww, Leon, you're blushing, after seeing your sister naked! That's almost like incest! Ew!"
"She is NOT my sister, you b@$t@rd! She... I... we-"
"Oh, so then it gives you the right to peer at her body? Oooh, what a pervert-"
"YOU SHOULD TALK!!!"
"Knock it off!" Wolf angrily barked. He pushed Chamille back into the bathroom, leaving only the men in the hall. He turned to Leon and explained to him, "Look, Chamille has no home, so we made a deal."
"A... A deal?"
"Today she'll be looking for a part-time job to make some money so she can get a home. During the meantime, we'll be providing her a place to stay, as long as she provides us food."
"Kinda like a housemaid," Pigma smirked. "What'd ya think?"
"A housemaid! WOLF, ARE YOU NUTS???!!! Just WHEN did we provide a roof to stray women???!!!"
Wolf was silent. "At least we don't have to cook or clean anymore."
Leon leaned on the wall. "Oh, my gawd! I can't believe this!" He couldn't. That woman, Chamille Powalski, was officially part of the StarWolf Team.
***
The sun was shining brightly that day. Chamille stood at the entrance to the underground lair and stretched, her loose clothes flapping in the wind. She sighed and closed her eyes as she absorbed the sun's heat into her skin, her colors changing from tan to green, showing her content and peacefulness. A pretty smile beamed on her face, her black eyes glistening to the light.
Wolf watched Chamille at a distance, leaning on his shoulder and watching her. His ears and tail twitched, that long, bushy tail swishing softly. He watched the chameleon woman bathe herself in the sun with his only eye, that one, scarlet eye that he had left for his sight. His mouth opened to speak, "Enjoying yourself there?"
"I sure am!" Chamille said joyfully as she turned to smile at Wolf.
Wolf felt a chill run down his spine as soon as he saw the woman's sweet smile, not knowing why anyone would. "So... are you going to leave now?"
"Not yet. I was hoping to go out and get a part-time job so I can money to buy myself a home, remember?"
"Oh, right. Then why don't you go?"
"I was hoping one of you guys would come with me!"
Wolf grumbled. "Why don't you ask your brother?"
"I seriously doubt he wants to come, not after he nearly slept with me and walked in on me while showering."
"That was HIS fault!"
"Why don't YOU come with me?"
"Sorry, girl, I have to stay with the rest of my Team to search for StarFox."
"Oh? Why?"
"Revenge."
"You can look for revenge later!" Chamille said as she skipped to Wolf and began pulling his arm. Wolf tried to pull away, but he allowed himself to be dragged out the door.
Andrew was watching the whole time.
***
"AND STAY OUT!!!" the manager screamed on top of his lungs as he booted both Wolf and Chamille out the door, the two splashing into a puddle of mud.
Chamille shuddered. "What's wrong with him?"
"He recognizes me," Wolf muttered as he shook the mud off himself. "Many people here do."
"What did you do?" Chamille asked as she looked up to him.
"Let's see.... attack Fortuna ferociously, side with Andross in the Lylat War, nearly kill everyone's hero, StarFox-"
"StarFox? They're so cool-!" Wolf glared. "Eh........ What do you have against StarFox?"
"Do you have any idea who we are?"
"Not..... quite.... sure..."
Wolf started walking away from the restaurant they tried to get in, Chamille following. "Have you ever heard of StarWolf?"
"............. ARE you StarWolf?"
"Now you get the picture?"
"I...... never knew..."
"NOW do you still wanna stay with us?"
Chamille stood still for a moment. "Well..........."
"Well what?"
"I've heard StarWolf is evil."
"Aren't we?" Wolf muttered under his breath to himself.
"But... what you did back there... you saved my life, and you gave me a roof over my head... if you were truly evil, then why did you do that?"
Wolf paused, thinking, 'She has a point. Why DID I help her?'
Chamille noticed the lupine thinking. She smiled gently and approached him then wrapped her arms around one of Wolf's. "Hey..."
Wolf looked down at her, not bothering to move his arm away. "What?"
"You know... they say no one is completely evil... but no one is completely good either."
"What is that suppose to mean?"
"Well, you see.......... um....... let's take your ex-boss, Dr. Andross!"
"Okay... about Dr. Andross..."
"You think he's evil, right?"
"WHO DOESN'T???!!!"
"I've heard that before he went insane and tried to take over Lylat, he was once a kind old man who built machines and studies science and technology for the benefit of anthrokind."
"And?"
"SEE?! He was once a good guy!"
"Yeah... a good guy who went insane."
Chamille squeezed Wolf's arm harder, her smile beaming sweetly and her eyes glistening, having Wolf gaze into them nervously. For the first time, he felt, something fluttered inside him... what is this woman doing? "I'll bet," Chamille continued, "I'll bet you were once a nice guy too... a nice guy who was kind to everyone... I'll bet you, Dengar-san and Oikonny-kun were nice guys too...... even my twin brother, Leon..."
Wolf tried to pull away from Chamille's gaze, but he felt as if he was trapped, both figuratively and literally. He became relieved when the woman finally released his arm and walked on forward. "I have to continue looking for a job. You can go home if you want-"
"You know what?" Wolf started. "Why don't I show you something?"
((to be continued...))
Now that Chapter 2's done, whaddya think? Please review!
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Chapter 2: "Chamille of the StarWolf Team"
"Mercy! Mercy! Mercy!" the victim pleaded as he spun around on the wheel.
Leon smirked. "Do you have any idea where I've placed you, sir?"
"N-No........."
"This is an execution technique the French used before the invention of the guillotine. You see, they strangle the damned until all his air escapes his windpipe then tie him to a wheel.... like this," Leon taunted as he spun the wheel. Just as he said, his victim was strangled almost to the point of death, tied to a laid-down wheel and spinning. The victim, who was a pika, struggled to breath, his furry face turning blue. His arms and legs were extremely bruised, cut, and bleeding. Leon chuckled as he pressed his clawed finger on the pika's nose. "I'll have my fun spinning you and breaking your legs. But, however, I take a strike with this stone mallet at random timing. Maybe if you're lucky, I might strike you on the head and end it all quickly."
"Mer...cy..." the pika pleaded as blood spurted from his mouth.
Chamille peered in as Leon swung his mallet for the first strike, which connected to the pika's right leg. The woman flinched as the lagomorphine victim screamed painfully as Leon continued to give out multiple blows, striking the legs, arms, and finally the body. Hearing the bones crack, the crimson blood splatter, and the victim scream made Chamille shake, causing her to fall on her knees. Foul smells reached her nostrils, the smell of blood, exposed flesh, and broken bones. Chamille flinched further, her hand on her stomach and her other over her mouth. She felt like vomiting.
"If it bothers you, why don't you leave?" Leon snapped without looking back while still striking the pika. Chamille almost fell as soon as she heard Leon's voice.
She stuttered an excuse, "I... I... I was curious... I heard the scream, then I wondered, 'What was he doing?'-"
"This is my hobby."
"Your... hobby?"
Leon stopped the wheel from spinning while placing the mallet over his shoulder. He turned to Chamille and walked to her then stood over her. "Why are you still here?"
"I... have to stay here... until the rains stops..."
She paused when she heard the victim choke as he gargled from the blood in his mouth, "Mer...cy..."
"He never gives up..." Leon muttered. "I think I'll let him live."
"Mercy..."
"I'll get the whip ready," he said as he turned and walked out of the chamber.
Chamille shuddered when he heard the pika spit, "N-Noooo.... more...."
The young chameleon sighed sadly and stood up. She glanced at the broken pika, blood gushing from his open wounds, some of the bones visible from the flesh... broken, snapped, fractured bones. One can even see the hemorrhaging marrow and veins. The smell of blood, exposed flesh, and broken bones became stronger, and the woman had to cover her nose. Chamille gasped silently at the sight of the victim. She was surprised he was still alive.
"T-T....T...." the pika stammered, pronouncing "T" but nothing else.
Chamille nodded and approached the pika, stepping over bits and pieces of flesh and puddles of blood. She leaned over the pika as she covered her hand with her sleeve and wiped his mouth. "What is it?" she asked.
The pika smiled peacefully. "You're... an... angel..."
Chamille gently smiled back, her eyes softening. "Gerald Grover... don't worry... you will no longer feel any pain..." she whispered softly as she bent lower over to his face. Slowly and softly her lips touched his, softly kissing him. The pika, Gerald, sighed contently, his eyelids becoming heavy. The smile froze on his face as he breathed heavily but gradually, his eyes finally closing. Chamille stood up. She still had her smile, gazing gently at the resting victim on the wheel.
"Ah, here it is, just as I remembered where I placed it," Leon said as he returned to the chamber. "I must make a note not to leave it in the kitchen...... someone could get sick..." He stopped talking to himself when he noticed Chamille and the pika. "Wha?"
"Oh, Leon! You're back!"
"Step aside, wench!" Leon growled angrily. "I have a victim to whip!"
"He's dead."
"What?" the male chameleon ran to the dead pika. He checked for a breath and pulse. "Nothing."
"See?"
"What did you do?"
"N-Nothing! He just breathed his last... must have died from too much battery and assault-"
"Then remind me not to do it too much before I would continue my tormenting," Leon harrumphed as he threw the whip aside in the chamber and left. His voice was heard as he headed toward the kitchen, "Boy, all that buffeting can make a lizard hungry..."
'How could he eat after all of THAT???' Chamille thought. She turned back to the dead pika. Gerald Grover. She sighed sadly again as she walked out, whispering, "Requiescat in Pace."
***
A well-fed Leon went to bed that night. He put on his sleeping clothes on first, for his day clothes were stained with blood and bits of flesh and therefore thrown in the laundry. He slipped on a comfortable white T-shirt and sweatpants and white cotton socks to keep his cold-blooded feet warm. Before turning in he did some exercises, doing twenty push-ups by the side of his bed then thirty sit-ups. Not a very hard workout, but it was enough to keep him toned up and strong, as long as he would do it every day and night. He would need that strength to operate machines and carry heavy weights to continue his tormenting anyway.
Tired and sleepy, Leon yawned as he slipped on a sweater and pulled the covers, quickly hopping on his mattress. He squirmed until he was lying on his side comfortably and then closed his eyes. He began breathing steadily when he could feel and smell sweat-smelling breath against his nose. Leon opened his large eyes. Chamille was sleeping soundly on his bed, wearing another of Leon's T-shirts and lying on her side, facing him.
"GWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"
"What the hell was that???!!!" Wolf barked when he heard the screaming. He jumped off his bed and ran out to the hall and to Leon's bedroom, Andrew and Pigma doing the same. As soon as all three of them arrived, they could see a chameleon in a sweater leaning on his door, holding his chest and breathing and sweating hard. "Leon, what's wrong?" Wolf questioned.
His question was answered when he and the pig and monkey noticed the woman chameleon sheepishly peeking out the door. "H-Hello..." she muttered.
"Chamille?"
"I'm sorry, O'Donnell-san, but I was searching for a place to sleep."
"Have you ever heard of the couch???!!!" Leon spat.
Andrew joshed, "Say it, don't spray it." Leon quickly kicked him in the crotch, causing the young monkey to fall in his knees in pain.
"It was so cold there," Chamille explained. "You know, as a cold-blooded anthro, my temperature will fluctuate if I stay there too long-"
"Then borrow a sweater!" Leon shot back. "But don't steal-- like you stole my T-shirt!"
"I didn't steal it! I was borrowing it!"
"Then WHY didn't you ask-"
"All right, knock it off!" Wolf broke up the argument. He turned to Chamille, "Chamille, you can sleep on Andrew's bed."
"WHAT???!!!"
Andrew shot up to his feet. "YES!!!"
Wolf continued, "Don't worry. Andrew will be sleeping on the couch instead."
Andrew moaned, "NO!!!"
***
Leon dreamed pleasant dreams...... at least pleasant to him. He dreamed of blood... rage... screams... cries... death... all of it. He was holding whip, and he stood before a crowd of Lylatian victims, all tied up and bleeding, \their backs bare and open for whipping. Leon smirked and stretched his whip, then approached the nearest victim- a grizzly bear- and began lashing him. The bear screeched as each lash flogged his furry back, the whip tearing his flesh and pulling out his hairs. He flinched and cried as he could feel the whip lashing deeper and deeper into his skin, his blood flying and his bones being exposed. It was all happening quickly, but Leon was enjoying himself- he continued whipping until the bear could scream no more, falling forward and breathing his last.
"Mercy... mercy..." the crowd began pleading. Each and every one of them cried as if they too were flogged along with the bear. Their mouths were gaping black, moaning for mercy, their voices echoing in Leon's ears. But he turned his back and walked off.
He looked at his right hand, which held the whip and was covered with blood. He dropped the whip and gazed into his crimson-stained palm. He watched the blood drip, every drop falling to the stone floor and splattering. Clenching a fist, Leon closed his eyes. He enjoyed the torture. Every part of it. It was power. All his.
If he enjoyed this, then why does he somehow feel something heavy in his black heart?
***
The sun shone his golden rays through Leon's window. As soon as one ray shot to the chameleon's closed eyes, he opened them, awakened. His squinted, the sun blinding him, and he raised his arm over his large eyes cover them. He smacked his lips, his tongue tasting the bad taste in his mouth, and he smelled from the blood from the last night. Leon trod to the window and closed its blinds, then began undressing himself, taking off his sweater, shirt, pants, socks, and underwear, and throwing them in his hamper. He took his towel, sitting and waiting for the lizard, then began searching for his robe, which should be by the towel. There was none. What's going on? No matter. He wrapped the towel around his waist, covering himself. He opened his door, looking around for anyone in the hall. No one. He walked a few paces to the bathroom, not too far from his bedroom. He opened the door, quickly slipping in, then shut it, locking it. He turned to the shower, realizing it was already being occupied by a certain woman his species washing herself.
"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" Wolf recognized the scream and hopped off his chair in the dining room and ran to the bathroom, Pigma and Andrew following and stuffing their French toast in their mouths. They soon arrived in the hall where Leon's room and bathroom was, with Leon kneeling on the floor in front of the door, palms on the ground, panting for breath, and sweating like crazy. His face was flushing red, the towel slipping off and exposing him. No worry, they're all men. The only woman in the group was still in the shower.
Wolf shook his head. "What's wrong now?"
"The rain has gone!" Leon raised his voice. "Hasn't that b!tch gone home yet?!"
"Well, actually, she told us she didn't have a home."
"WHAAAT???!!!"
Chameleon shyly peered out the door, wearing Leon's robe. Leon quickly spun around and glared at her, recognizing the robe she wore. "My bathrobe!"
"I was borrowing it!"
"What did I say about ASKING???!!!"
"Leon, your towel," Pigma warned. Leon looked down, seeing his towel lying around his feet. Chamille screamed, covering her eyes. Leon flushed red again and immediately snapped the towel around his waist.
Andrew noticed Leon's face. "Ewwww, Leon, you're blushing, after seeing your sister naked! That's almost like incest! Ew!"
"She is NOT my sister, you b@$t@rd! She... I... we-"
"Oh, so then it gives you the right to peer at her body? Oooh, what a pervert-"
"YOU SHOULD TALK!!!"
"Knock it off!" Wolf angrily barked. He pushed Chamille back into the bathroom, leaving only the men in the hall. He turned to Leon and explained to him, "Look, Chamille has no home, so we made a deal."
"A... A deal?"
"Today she'll be looking for a part-time job to make some money so she can get a home. During the meantime, we'll be providing her a place to stay, as long as she provides us food."
"Kinda like a housemaid," Pigma smirked. "What'd ya think?"
"A housemaid! WOLF, ARE YOU NUTS???!!! Just WHEN did we provide a roof to stray women???!!!"
Wolf was silent. "At least we don't have to cook or clean anymore."
Leon leaned on the wall. "Oh, my gawd! I can't believe this!" He couldn't. That woman, Chamille Powalski, was officially part of the StarWolf Team.
***
The sun was shining brightly that day. Chamille stood at the entrance to the underground lair and stretched, her loose clothes flapping in the wind. She sighed and closed her eyes as she absorbed the sun's heat into her skin, her colors changing from tan to green, showing her content and peacefulness. A pretty smile beamed on her face, her black eyes glistening to the light.
Wolf watched Chamille at a distance, leaning on his shoulder and watching her. His ears and tail twitched, that long, bushy tail swishing softly. He watched the chameleon woman bathe herself in the sun with his only eye, that one, scarlet eye that he had left for his sight. His mouth opened to speak, "Enjoying yourself there?"
"I sure am!" Chamille said joyfully as she turned to smile at Wolf.
Wolf felt a chill run down his spine as soon as he saw the woman's sweet smile, not knowing why anyone would. "So... are you going to leave now?"
"Not yet. I was hoping to go out and get a part-time job so I can money to buy myself a home, remember?"
"Oh, right. Then why don't you go?"
"I was hoping one of you guys would come with me!"
Wolf grumbled. "Why don't you ask your brother?"
"I seriously doubt he wants to come, not after he nearly slept with me and walked in on me while showering."
"That was HIS fault!"
"Why don't YOU come with me?"
"Sorry, girl, I have to stay with the rest of my Team to search for StarFox."
"Oh? Why?"
"Revenge."
"You can look for revenge later!" Chamille said as she skipped to Wolf and began pulling his arm. Wolf tried to pull away, but he allowed himself to be dragged out the door.
Andrew was watching the whole time.
***
"AND STAY OUT!!!" the manager screamed on top of his lungs as he booted both Wolf and Chamille out the door, the two splashing into a puddle of mud.
Chamille shuddered. "What's wrong with him?"
"He recognizes me," Wolf muttered as he shook the mud off himself. "Many people here do."
"What did you do?" Chamille asked as she looked up to him.
"Let's see.... attack Fortuna ferociously, side with Andross in the Lylat War, nearly kill everyone's hero, StarFox-"
"StarFox? They're so cool-!" Wolf glared. "Eh........ What do you have against StarFox?"
"Do you have any idea who we are?"
"Not..... quite.... sure..."
Wolf started walking away from the restaurant they tried to get in, Chamille following. "Have you ever heard of StarWolf?"
"............. ARE you StarWolf?"
"Now you get the picture?"
"I...... never knew..."
"NOW do you still wanna stay with us?"
Chamille stood still for a moment. "Well..........."
"Well what?"
"I've heard StarWolf is evil."
"Aren't we?" Wolf muttered under his breath to himself.
"But... what you did back there... you saved my life, and you gave me a roof over my head... if you were truly evil, then why did you do that?"
Wolf paused, thinking, 'She has a point. Why DID I help her?'
Chamille noticed the lupine thinking. She smiled gently and approached him then wrapped her arms around one of Wolf's. "Hey..."
Wolf looked down at her, not bothering to move his arm away. "What?"
"You know... they say no one is completely evil... but no one is completely good either."
"What is that suppose to mean?"
"Well, you see.......... um....... let's take your ex-boss, Dr. Andross!"
"Okay... about Dr. Andross..."
"You think he's evil, right?"
"WHO DOESN'T???!!!"
"I've heard that before he went insane and tried to take over Lylat, he was once a kind old man who built machines and studies science and technology for the benefit of anthrokind."
"And?"
"SEE?! He was once a good guy!"
"Yeah... a good guy who went insane."
Chamille squeezed Wolf's arm harder, her smile beaming sweetly and her eyes glistening, having Wolf gaze into them nervously. For the first time, he felt, something fluttered inside him... what is this woman doing? "I'll bet," Chamille continued, "I'll bet you were once a nice guy too... a nice guy who was kind to everyone... I'll bet you, Dengar-san and Oikonny-kun were nice guys too...... even my twin brother, Leon..."
Wolf tried to pull away from Chamille's gaze, but he felt as if he was trapped, both figuratively and literally. He became relieved when the woman finally released his arm and walked on forward. "I have to continue looking for a job. You can go home if you want-"
"You know what?" Wolf started. "Why don't I show you something?"
((to be continued...))
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