The Boy Who Cried 'Wolfmon'!

Chapter 3: 'Meet the Wolfmon'

When Takuya regained consciousness, he found himself not in the meadow, but somewhere very dark and dank. A stone room, or a cave, perhaps? The teen felt around on the ground beside him. Dirt. He was in a cave. His eyes widened in sudden realization. The Wolfmon must have brought him here!

Takuya scrambled to stand, but stumbled and fell on his back.

"Owww . . ." he mumbled as he rubbed where his spine was hit.

"So," a voice spoke through the darkness. "You're awake."

Takuya gave a little squeak at the sound of the person's speech. It had to be the Wolfmon. Is the Wolfmon even a person?

Nevertheless, Takuya immediately bowed, his forehead touching the dirt. "I'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorry!"

"Eh?" Takuya could hear the confusion in the Wolfmon's speech. "Sorry for what?"

"I-I didn't make you an offering . . . or say the prayer . . ." Takuya wasn't sorry and he knew that. He just wanted to get out of there alive.

"Tch. Whatever. I could care less about the stupid offering. I figured I'd just get raw meat. The least they could do is cook it!"

Takuya squeezed his eyes shut as a torch was lit. Blinking heavily, he looked up, and saw that he wasn't facing the Wolfmon at all. Pressing his eyelids together again, Takuya shifted his position to where he thought he heard the Wolfmon's voice coming from. When he slowly revealed his brown eyes, Takuya squeaked again at what he saw.

The Wolfmon was no beast.

It was a regular teenage boy, just like him.

Only with sharp, black nail-claws, fuzzy wolf ears, and a fluffy tail.

Takuya's jaw dropped and he gawked at the male figure. The boy had a thin frame and long raven hair with a few strands hanging in his face. He wore a black sleeveless shirt with white pants and was barefoot. Wrapped around his neck was a long white scarf with blue stripes on it. He was sitting on the ground with Takuya, and was leisurely resting his face on his palm, his elbow propped up on a rock that served as a table.

The Wolfmon's eyes narrowed. "The inside of your mouth is getting dusty."

Takuya swiftly shut his mouth, which earned him a bitten tongue. He whimpered quietly and bowed. "Yes oh Sir Mister Wolfmon!"

The Wolfmon cocked an eyebrow. "'Sir Mister Wolfmon'? What the hell?" When The brunette remained with his head touching the floor, the other boy sighed. "I have a name you know."

Takuya sat up. "Really?"

"Yeah."

Takuya stared intently at the raven-haired boy, making him uncomfortable. His eyebrow twitched as the Kanbara boy's eyes bore into him. "W-What?"

"You look so . . ."

"What? Hideous? Different?"

"Normal."

Wolfmon's eyes widened. "Eh?"

Takuya smiled sweetly. "I was expecting some kind of werewolf."

"You sure are straaange."

Takuya shifted himself closer to his new acquaintance, suddenly feeling more comfortable. "Tell me about yourself."

"I don't do bedtime stories."

"Why are you so crabby?"

"Why do you make that judgement? We just met."

"I can just tell."

"I'm not crabby!"

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not!"

"Yes, you are!"

"No. I'm. NOT!"

"YES. YOU. ARE!"

"NO. I'M. NOT!"

Takuya head-butted him, but Wolfmon pressed back with his own forehead.

"YES YOU ARE!"

"NO I'M NOT!"

"YES YOU AREEE!"

"NO I'M NOOOT!"

"YEEES YOOUU AREEE!"

"NOOO. III'M. NOT!"

With that 'not' spoken, Wolfmon pushed on Takuya's head and knocked him over, the brunette landed flat on his back for the second time that night.

Wolfmon abruptly stood and began briskly walking deeper into the cave. "Get some sleep, weirdo."

Takuya sat up and pouted. 'Weirdo? Look who's talkin', buddy!' he thought to himself. He didn't like being bossed around, but in spite of that, he slept.

END OF CHAPTER 3

Ritina: Enter the Wolfmon! Muwahahaha . . .