Walled In

Chapter2

A crashing sound was heard, along with vicious yelling and arguing. Through the air zoomed a small clock, smashing a mirror on the wall of the living room.

"For fuck's sake! What's your problem woman? Stop being so damn psycho and pack your stuff!"

"No! We have lived here for five years, and I am tired of your fucking paranoia! It's so fucking pathetic! Nothing is going to happen!"

"Just because the Royal Family trusts that fucking lunatic fat-bastard doesn't mean I do too! I've fucking seen what this guy does to Anthros in his spare time, he's a sick fuck! Now he's the sole owner of a technology which could turn us into fucking zombies like Lenny!" The ferocity moved past a small child who was sitting on the floor near the door, his big mole hands clutching his kangaroo-like ears and sobbing quietly. "I know this guy is gonna do something, especially since our numbers are limited! I can't believe Her Majesty would make such a poor decision – woa!" Another piece of decoration smashed into a wall.

"You don't care about me! You don't care about anything I want! All you care about is your war-buddies, and your training, and your fucking paranoid conspiracies! Pull your head out of your ass! Right now!" Screamed a kangaroo, who was rampaging through the house, and made her way into the kitchen.

"Hon! H-honey, step away from the kitchen – WOA!" A twang sound could be heard as a kitchen knife flew through the kitchen doorway and stuck into the wooden coffee table. "Calm the fuck down you crazy bitch! Are you trying to kill me!"

"You know what? Fine then! You wanna leave then just fucking go! Get out of my fucking house!" And a mole Anthro was shoved into the living room from the kitchen.

"Hey! You don't even have a job! You never had a job! Yer a fucking house-wife even after I ENCOURAGED you to get a damned job! This is MY fucking house! I pay the damned bills, I've been shot and stabbed so many times for our kingdom that the doctors practically won't accept me anymore! I've nearly died ten times to keep this roof over your head!"

"Nine times! Not ten, nine! Jeremy knew exactly what he was doing when he shot you!"

"For fucks' sake, he tripped! He had a hair-pin trigger on a fucking SNIPERS rifle! I'm surprised my arm was still attached!" The mole was digging his claws into his furred scalp in absolute frustration.

"Get out of my house!"

"Fine! You wanna be stuck here, that's no skin off my nose, but I'll be damned if Long stays here!"

"Don't you dare bring Long into this! The last thing he needs is you dragging him out to the forest on another one of your fucking faggot-excusions!"

"What the hell does that mean?"

"I bet you're fucking him!"

"HOW DARE YOU! Where the fuck did that idea even come from you psycho?" He screamed with enough anger and force to actually shake the walls.

"I can't believe I married a fucking faggot! Now my son's gonna turn out all freakish, and it's all your fault!"

"You barely spend any time with him! Last time I checked he was a freak, he's a damned cross-breed! But I still love him! You practically discarded him from the start!" By now, the child was simply sitting there and bawling out loud.

"See what you did!" said the kangaroo as she came into the living room, getting right up, nose-to-nose with the mole. "You are making him fucking cry! You're proud of yourself! Huh!"

"I tried to take him to a friends' so he wouldn't hear this shit! You pulled the starter out of our car and sold it at a pawn shop!"

"That thing was a death-trap already!"

"Only cause you don't know how to drive!"

"And we are hurting for money!"

"Because I couldn't afford a half-million dollar diamond necklace? You really are crazy! Why the hell did I marry you?"

"Cause I'm the best fuck you've ever had!" She spat in his face. The mole simply, quietly, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, quietly wiping the spit from his muzzle.

"Honey, I'm leaving and I'm gonna take Long with me."

"The hell you ar – " and her voice was cut-off by the mole clamping his muzzle shit with his hands.

"And that is final," She stared at him for a few moments, then started to slap and punch at him. A punch to his side made him wince and toss her backwards. The 'roo stumbled a bit and fell on her tail, cursing loudly.

"I hate to do this, but if you do not cooperate I will have to hurt you," And immediately she shut-up, a look of absolute fear replacing her anger. "I don't want to hurt you, cause no matter how psycho you are you are still my wife. But I am reaching my breaking point and fast,"

His words were spoken coolly, leaving the only sound left in the room the soft sobs of the boy. The mole turned from the wife, who was sitting pitifully on the ground, and went to kneel by his son.

"Long. Long. I need you to stop crying for me. Can you do that?" Long hiccups and sniffled a bit, trying to suppress his tears but doing a horrible job. His shoulders still heaved a bit as he looked up to his father, revealing bloodshot eyes. "Good. Here's what's gonna happen. We're gonna go camping again, okay? We are gonna go camping for a long time, and we might never come back here. I need you to go and pack your stuff and set it by the door next to my stuff, okay?"

Long gave a small nod, and the mole pulled the boy into a hug, giving him a kiss on the forehead, and then stood him up. The boy rushed up the stairs obediently, leaving his mom and dad alone. They both sat there in silence. Some time passed, and the mole walked over to his petrified wife, and helped her to stand

"It's too dangerous for Long and me to be together, Jane, but he can take care of himself out there. I made sure that he could. I believe in him. I just hope that, at some point, he makes peace with what we are and how we treat him,"

"Dan, I'm scared. I don't want to lose Long, I don't want him to have to fight. You took that away from me when you taught him your ninjutsu. I wanted him to have a father who was always there, but the wars took you away. Even though you fucked everything up, I think he still loves you more than me,"

"Hon, you know why that is." He said and kissed her softly "You really are a psycho. When I was gone I got letters from him saying you beat him, and when I get back I am greeted by three shrinks and a child-services director telling me my wife, of all people, had a drinking problem." He said all too calmly.

"I know I'm a horrible mother, but I've tried my best. I couldn't do it alone."

"I'm not exactly the best of dads, either. Trust me, sending him loose in the forest will clear him up. It helped me when I was younger, and it still helps me now. The longer we are out there, the better and calmer we are. I can feel something happening when we are out there. I can't explain it, but whatever it is, it'll ensure that Long will grow into a man that reflects who he is today. Kind, caring, tolerant, and most of all, forgiving."

They spent the next couple moments embraced with one another, sharing the occasional kiss.

Long came back down the stairs, his hiking pack completely assembled and strapped to his back. The mole smiles and lets go of his wife to scoop Long into his arms, hugging him tight.

"Long, you ready to go?" He asked as he set his boy back down on the ground.

"Yes papa," Long stated solemnly, still sad from earlier but with his tears dried up.

"Good. Then I want you to wait here for a second," and the mole went off through a doorway at the far-end of the living room, to the den. A couple seconds later he came back out with a medium sized chest, setting it down heavily on the ground. The kangaroo turned away, and went into the kitchen while in tears.

"Long, put your backpack down," and he did as he was told, unbuckling the straps and placing the heavy pack next to his dads' which was already there. "Okay. Long, this was something that my father and master passed down to me when I was a bit older than you. He told me I would know when the time would arrive that I would pass this onto my son. Well, now I know it's the time." He opened the chest towards his son.

"Wow!" Long gasped. What lay inside were several things. A couple of journal-type books, one which looked as if it was made with parchment instead of paper and all very old looking. Then there was some thick, black and weathered cloth, a cloak or cape of sorts. On top of the article were two things of interest, one being a couple of six-inch daggers set just below a lower-back harness made of leather, and above the harness was a small pendant of a non-mobian bat made of brass.

"These are all very old," Stated the mole as he put the daggers into their sheathe, and began to equip them to his sons belt, just above his thick tail, "But so long as you care for them like we all have, they will be around for when your son or daughter when their time arrives. You will know when the right time comes,"

Meanwhile, as he talks, he had taken the cape and placed it around his sons' shoulders. It was the size and shape of a blanket, but with the two pendants in place at each shoulder it concealed his form. A black bat was stitched both on the chest and back. Of course, on Long it hung down to his feet and skimmed across the ground.

"If you can feel it, on the inside of the cape there are places for you to hold many shirukens. When we get to the forest I'll give you the set. In the meantime, take the books and put them in your pack."

"Alright papa," Long stated, and began to do what he was told. The Mr. and Mrs. Looked at one another warily.

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A/N: I know, I've used this character before in my other story. Whatever, I like him a lot. Anywho, comments/flames/constructive criticism wanted