Midair, Harry finally felt the contradictorily soothing moonlight hit his skin. It felt like water in the desert. The moon magic surged over his body like ice. Wisps of blue and azure light spun in tight circles around his body as it began to glow. His body burned a bright, blinding white as Harry felt the magic begin to take effect. His hands and feet curled and Harry grinned as he felt claws form at the tips of each newly formed pad. Harry's arms tripled in weight and muscle mass. Silvery-white fur appeared to cover the appendages. Whiskers grew onto a decidedly feline face while black stripes branded themselves around his body. A long, striped tail waved behind him as his front paws touched the ground. By the time his back legs had also landed, Harry's form was no longer human.

Instead, a massive, white Bengal tiger stood where Harry should have been. Delicate whiskers quivered as the tiger opened its fearsome maw and roared its anger into the world.

Harry closed his mouth slowly. In front of him, Dazai's eyes had widened. Kunikida retreated a few paces in shock and raised his taser defensively.

"Ah... I suppose accusing you of traveling with a criminal wasn't quite correct. Rather, it seems I should have accused you of being a criminal. But really, you put on such an innocent facade. Who would have guessed?" Dazai asked. For once his expression held no trace of its normal carefree levity. Rather, he had taken his hands from his pockets and held them out beside him, as if ready to grab Harry and wrangle him down barehanded. Harry's form simmered with angry magic in response. His instincts screamed in fury at his disrespect and his accusation.

How dare he?! How dare Dazai assume anything about Harry! These last few months had been so hard! Leaving home, waking up different and terrified of himself in a new world? Having nowhere to go and no food to eat for months! Being terrified of losing the one person left of his family?!

How dare Dazai judge him!

Harry bared his fangs in a fierce snarl of incandescent rage before he let out another earth shattering roar. The sound echoed thunderously off the warehouse walls and in its absence Harry allowed himself a moment think and plan.

Though Dazai held no weapon, Harry did not doubt he was the more dangerous one. Dazai was a member of the armed detective agency after all. Judging by his open arms, his supernatural ability was likely one that required physical contact. So long as Harry didn't touch him, he wouldn't be able to activate his power. Harry glanced at Kunikida out of the corner of his eye.

Making a snap decision, Harry crouched and leapt forward. His front paws touched the ground before his back legs propelled him forward once more as he charged Dazai. The detective's eyes widened, and he slid his left foot back as if to brace himself. Harry watched him ready himself as he bounded forward. A moment from advancing within grabbing range, Harry changed direction in a ninety-degree turn. Instead of running headlong into Dazai, he raced to the opening beside Kunikida.

The older man looked startled and Harry couldn't help but feel triumph bloom inside his torso. There was no way Kunikida would react in ti-

ZAAAAZZZAAAAAZZZAAAAAAAAAAAPP!

Harry yowled in pain and fury as harsh electricity streaked through him for a few moments. Primal instinct surged beneath his skin and Harry instinctively swiped at his attacker. Something soft and squishy shredded beneath his razor-sharp claws and Harry's paw was stained vibrant crimson. For a moment time seemed to stand still as Harry's slit pupils took in the spray of crimson life. Kunikida's body remained frozen before tilting back and landing in a thud of displaced air. The man's eyes were unfocused. It was a sharp contrast to his usual clarity. Now, they weren't likely to ever refocus.

Then time started again, and Harry flinched in horror at the gurgle of pain Kunikida gave. His empty hands rose shakily to feel the deep, bloody laceration that stretched from shoulder to hip. Horror and shock continued to rush through Harry's system as the man breathed another painful breath.

No! No! I didn't mean it! Get back up!

Harry stumbled back on bloody paws. He hadn't- hadn't meant to... Harry shook as the full gravity of his actions hit him. No!

Oh no! Oh no Oh nononononononono!

Harry had tried so bloody hard to avoid hurting anyone, dammit!

Harry let out a sound of raw agony as he stared at the fatally injured detective. His lungs expanded and emptied of air in a quick vicious cycle. Harry keened in abject sorrow and guilt as he lowered his ferocious body to the ground. He buried his head in his paws as his body began to shake with guilt.

I'm sorry!

I didn't mean it.

Dazai had been ready. The tiger that had taken the boy's place was surprising, but not anything to truly be concerned about. He had known they would eventually face a tiger. This particular one was simply an easily dealt with one. Being the consequence of a supernatural gift and not an actual wild beast, he was uniquely qualified to 'deal' with it.

So, he had readied and braced himself when the beast had charged him. The tiger's eyes had seemed feral with rage, he had assumed that either the boy was not in control of his beast, or the boy was too angry to think rationally.

He had been wrong, horribly so. The boy had been in control and he had definitely been thinking. Instead of attacking Dazai head on, he had tried to slip past Kunikida. How Hari had figured out Dazai's advantage over his beast form, Dazai didn't know. One thing he did know was that he had made a grave mistake.

In surprise, Kunikida had tasered Hari and Hari had responded by raking his deadly claws through Kunikida's body. Now Kunikida was lying in a puddle of his own blood, and it was Dazai's fault.

Shaking himself from his self-blame, Dazai hurried to his partner. On the way, he tapped Hari's front shoulder lightly and was gratified to see the ferocious beast retreat into the frail form the boy.

Then, he turned his attention to his ailing partner. Three long marks of dark crimson bubbled on Kunikida's chest. Up near his partners chest, white bone was seen peeking through the cut chunks of muscle and meat that covered his partner. These glimpses of bone were Kunikida's rib cage. As the injury ran down Kunikida's body, the claws dug deeper, into his gut and stomach area. Ruined intestines and kidneys were strewn about in strands and the man's stomach lay a few feet away. Various internal organs were also scattered about by the force of the tiger's blow. This was undoubtedly a fatal blow.

Dazai grimaced and pulled out his cell in order to call for assistance.

White hair slipped past him before he could hit send and Dazai's eyebrows rose in surprise. He reached out to pull the boy back but was stopped by the boy's words.

"Please let me help. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, I swear! It was an accident." Hari turned to plead with Dazai. Yellow eyes glimmered in the moonlight and Dazai was startled at the inhuman slant of them. It was a sure sign of the deadly beast that still lurked within. Yet those eyes also shown with guilt and repentance, a plea for redemption. When Dazai paused a moment to take in Hari's desperate emotions, the boy took his silence as affirmation. Hari turned his teary eyes back to Kunikida and timidly lay his hands over the wounds. "Please..." He whispered.

Harry flinched at the red liquid that coated his fingers but did not remove his hands from Kunikida's injured body. He had done this. He was going to fix it.

Unfortunately, the intricate work of a healer or medi-witch was beyond him. Madam Pomphrey may have made healing look easy, but Harry had seen her work enough to know what she did was by no means simple wand waving. What Madame Pomphrey did was intricate, delicate work that required years of studying the body's many and varied systems. Harry didn't have that and knew he didn't have a chance in hell of tackling this like Madame Pomphrey.

Instead, Harry was going to do this his way. A lot of power and very little direction. Luckily, a person's body naturally knew what went where. Muggle's bodies were even stricter than wizards when it came to cell placement and how things worked. After all, centuries of blood traits and magical gifts may have blurred the wizarding genetic standard, but muggles had remained largely unchained.

So long as Harry was careful to leave his magic untainted by negative emotions, it would go along with whatever direction it was given. His will for it to assist Kunikida would be enough to get his magic to focus on Kunikida's body. Unfortunately, without any medical knowledge on what exactly needed fixing, Harrys magic would likely run a little wild and waste a large amount of power. However, so long as there was enough magic, it would eventually repair the damage done to Kunikida.

Normally, Harry had no doubt that the amount of magic needed for such a wasteful and overpowered technique would be far beyond him. However, even after Dazai had pulled a large amount of the moon's power out of him, Harry could still sense the moon's power as it oozed around him. Even now, his skin was beginning to heat and tingle as it began absorbing the overdose of magic in the atmosphere. In order to heal Kunikida, Harry would need to absorb directly from the world around him.

Taking a deep breath, Harry began to direct the magic he had already absorbed into his hands. He closed his eyes as he willed the most basic of commands.

Heal him…

Please!

Harry breathed in sharply as he felt the… wish take hold. The immediate drain on his reserves was as a much a relief as a painful blow to his soul. He had never felt so empty!

Harry grunted as his body immediately began to take in as much atmospheric moon magic as it could. Though he could not see, Harry could feel dark stripes of harsh magic brand against his skin. Beneath his hands, Kunikida's skin began to slowly knit together as Harry's magic found what it was looking for. Soothing waves washed over Kunikida's body in soft echoes of light. Blood turned backwards, and the ruptured organs slowly inched back to their origins.

Harry panted under the strain of pulling and directing so much magic. He could feel it rushing in dizzying eddies through his blood. His heartbeat sounded loud and rampaged through his head with the power of an elephant as Harry struggled to maintain focus. If he lost sight of his goal now, Harry knew the results would not be pretty for Kunikida. Sweat beaded on his brow and his hands trembled with strain. From a few feet away, Kunikida's stomach jerked back in spurts before settling back into the man's abdominal cavity. The ruined organ squirmed as it repaired itself to functional capacity once more. Bone chips tumbled back into place before sealing themselves together with sharp Pop!s of sound and light. Blood lifted and gleamed in the moonlight as it floated back into place within Kunikida's veins. Harry brought his brows together in effort. His body trembled, and he could feel exhaustion creeping into his muscles. His longs ached for more oxygen than he could give them. His hair dampened with sweat while he bent over in fatigue. And still Harry struggled.

Slowly, pale, baby soft skin began to inch its way of reforming muscles. It appeared in patches and splotches but slowly began covering more and more finished muscle. Finally, the newly formed skin was complete, and Harry released his tenuous hold on magic with a breath-like sigh. He allowed his body to slump to the side as he opened blurry eyes. Before him, Kunikida lay healthy and whole. Not a wound remained on his body. Around them, the atmosphere was amazingly empty of magic and Harry allowed himself a moment of awe over the amount of raw magic he had just channeled within his body. It had to have been more than he'd ever come into contact with before.

"Well… isn't that interesting." Dazai's voice came from the left and Harry sluggishly looked over. The man was holding his phone and looked somewhat amazed. A red light was blinking irritatingly from the cellular device and Harry wondered if that meant it would explode. Then his eyes closed, and Harry fell into exhausted slumber.

A little short compared to my normal standards but I honestly just wanted to get finished at this point. This episode from Harry jumping out the window onwards has been exhausting. Ya'll have no idea how much Harry wanted to brawl in the streets and make a scene. Seriously. exhausting. I feel bad for his professors.

But hey, its done! Yay! I get to go to episode two now and I can stop watching episode one over and over and over and over again!

On another note, got through my first semester of college with almost all A's so yay! Hopefully this semester will be even better!

I wish you luck in your own lives,

-Blitza

Ps- REVIEW PLEASE! Hearing from you guys makes my day.