Traffic thinned out significantly once they got off the grid, Eagle's Peak Correctional Facility wasn't exactly in an affluent residential area. You'd have to go out of your way to even make it there. The buildings they passed becoming more dilapidated by the seconds, looking like they were hanging at the seams. City hall hadn't renovated this dump in over two decades, leaving this part of town to rot until it died.
The only reasons you would come here were either because you had a job at the prison or were bound on your way there for your sentence. It was one of the largest carnivore-only medium security prisons in the city. Only being beaten by a prison way further down south. Though having a lot of inmates doesn't paint the best picture of society if Durham was honest.
Not being on the sunny side of town, being housed by a low to medium-income neighborhood. Primarily consisting of animals with a lower education, most working in construction and other productive sectors. You wouldn't wanna be caught dead out here during the nighttime hours as a leaf eater. Carnivores outnumbering herbivores here sixteen to one.
Even with those pretty scary statistics, devourings rarely happened here. The police force keeping the population here on a tight leash, lest you be send to the place helping the neighborhood thrive. Because that place also housed juvenile delinquents. The prison was one of the main benefactors keeping the economy here alive.
He's only been to Eagle's Peak once before on a little visit with his mom, making him watch while she viciously excommunicated Haiiro from the family. Telling him he's never allowed to see his own little brother, mother, father or any other member of the family ever again. A punishment possibly crueler than anything else that could've happened, especially for a canine.
It wasn't one of Durham's fondest memories, watching his matriarchal mother cuss out his cousin; calling him the vilest names. While a small, impressionable coyote was there to watch Haiiro while the weight of reality fell onto and almost crushed him. And all that just to safe face among her lawyer friends. All in the name of family. Such a nice family they were.
Despite what Haiiro had done, he couldn't help but feel a tinge of sympathy for him. Even if he never got the full story on what happened, the basic outline conveyed that he... ate meat and not a small amount. Durham has always struggled with the idea if that makes you a bad person or not. It's all a matter of perspective, and he had to place himself in a lot more unpleasant shoes than this.
Wanting to become part of law enforcement himself, he continually tried looking at it from all angles. He couldn't even remember when the last time was when they spoke. The older coyote was eight years older than him, so his memories were a bit fuzzy. Not soon after he last saw him: he got arrested and prosecuted. Bringing an untimely end to their familial relationship.
The Tibetan fox cleared his throat, snapping the coyote out of his daze. "Hey, kid", he said meeting his eyes with his own. "We're here. That'll be 3400 yen." Being relatively cheap, he forked over the cash, Durham almost cheered as he noticed he still had more than enough left. He checked his watch, it was twenty minutes before five o'clock, so he was ahead of schedule.
Grabbing his bag and getting out of the car, the driver addressed him again rolling down the window, "Oi, listen 'ere, kid. It'll take at least a fifteen minute walk to find another taxi up north, so my advice is for you to be outta here before nightfall." Evening taxis would be more expensive than this one, but he would still make it comfortably.
Durham nodded with an appreciative grin, waving the taxi driver off as he headed inside. "Don't worry! My parents will pick me up. Thanks for the concern, tho!" I'll be back at Cherryton before nine, so you will not see my picture on the morning news in any way, shape or form. The driver pulled his window up and drove off back to the busier streets, taking the improvised lie the coyote told him with fervor.
Heading inside, he entered the main lobby, eying a buffalo serving as the receptionist. Looking up, he saw a coyote enter through one of the front doors, walking straight up to him. "Good afternoon, how may I help you?", the buffalo inquired with a slight smile. Durham immediately panicked not having thought that far ahead. Shit, fuck, what do I do?! Just play it cool! Act like it's your everyday life kinda thing!
Durham leaned on the desk, mirroring the receptionist's expression, tugging a little at the backpack over his shoulder. "I am here to visit one of my relatives. Haiiro the coyote. Is that possible?" He dearly hoped the guy wouldn't question him about it too much. The buffalo blinked twice, then started rapidly tapping a few keys on his keyboard, looking back up at it again.
"Name?" Durham being a bit surprised at how fast this was going. Did he really not think this part through? Was he even allowed to visit him like this as a minor?! "C'mon, man. I need your name, has to be on the visitation list for you to be allowed to even enter the further areas." Now he had to pray he wouldn't ask for identification. Otherwise, he would have made this entire trip for nothing.
"Uh, ehm", he muttered. "Durham the coyote. I should still be on there if I am not mistaken." The buffalo's precise eyes skimmed over the page, checking the names one by one, landing upon the coyote's name with a smirk. "Yep, you're on there alright. Though the visiting hour doesn't start until five." Actually the fact that I am early is good. It'll give me some time to think about what I wanna tell Haiiro about.
Giving the receptionist a thumbs up, he chuckled awkwardly, "Aha, I've got perfect timing then. I'll wait it out, give me a holler when it starts, please." The buffalo nodded, directing his attention to another monitor to check on something. To not disturb the other animal from doing his job, the coyote walked away from the desk. Only now noticing the nervous sweat he had under his armpits.
Durham took a moment to look around the main lobby. It being as utilitarian and mundane as you could've imagined, a few particularly uncomfortable-looking iron chairs lining the walls. Rather reluctantly, he seated himself in them, figuring it better than nervously bouncing up and down the room for the remainder of the wait. This entire thing, this facility, had a very tense nature about it all.
Quite understandable, given the purpose of this place: to house and rehabilitate criminals. Though what he gathered from the outside, didn't really reflect it from the inside. Outside it seemed like a place for punishment and repentance, while inside it seemed stale and boring almost. He should stop watching those prison shows. They didn't reflect reality in the slightest. Never could he have imagined that such a place could be so depressing.
After what felt like an eternity, which in actuality was less than ten minutes, the receptionist looked up at him with grasping his attention with a whistle, "Visiting hours have started. Just follow the signs towards the visitation area. As per standard procedure, you need to go through a security check." Not remembering exactly what that entailed, a tinge of anxiety seeped through his eyes.
Noticing this, the buffalo gave him some reassurance. "It isn't that bad. Just gonna check your backpack and a simple metal detector scan, nothing exotic, I promise." A sigh of relief escaped his lips, knowing that he was in the clear, still being a bit unsure of himself now that he finally was here. Walking through some double doors, he followed the signs like instructed and headed for the visitation room.
Along the way he got his backpack searched and went through a few metal detectors, but overall it wasn't all that horrible. Being allowed to proceed just as quickly as the inspection lasted, it was actually a cinch. Now finally entering the visitation area, he noticed it was quite open and that there weren't any thick glass partitions separating others from the inmates. Only two guards positioned at either side of the room.
There wasn't anyone else here, but an older, horribly scarred coyote, Durham having to try his hardest not to gasp in horror. The guy, presumably Haiiro, looking straight at him with a happy smile as soon as he entered the area. This isn't how I remember him at all! How did he get all those scars?! What happened to his left ear?! Being the complete opposite of what made Haiiro... Haiiro. He used to look so much skimpier than he did now.
His cousin put up a bit of muscle too since the last time he saw him. Not even wearing his glasses anymore, the orange jumpsuit in contrast to his now thicker fur pelt. "Durry?! Cousin is that you?!", Haiiro exclaimed cheerfully, Durham immediately cringing at the nickname. Only mother calls me that. "By Rex! It is! Imagine my surprise when they called my name! I haven't had a single visitor in ages!" Figures, if you look like that, other animals are bound to stay the hell out of dodge.
Since when is he so... extroverted? He always was the quiet type and now this? The younger coyote seated himself across from him with a serious expression, Haiiro quirking his brow in curiosity. After all these years, he still found his raspy voice unnerving. Desperately trying to hide how scared he actually is of facing someone so... different from what he's used to. "Hey, Haiiro", Durham greeted, a strained smile adorning his lips. "It's been a while, hasn't it?" Why does he look so scary?
His estranged cousin gave him a smile only a canine could give, their tail wagging so much it was audible when it hit the chair's legs. "Indeed, it has been! Last time I saw you was... here." Haiiro dramatically inspected his claws, looking off into the distance as he commemorated the events. Before looking back at Durham like he switched an internal lever. "How amusing! Lady faith must have some kind grand plan in store for us!", the scarred coyote laughed, Durham awkwardly doing the same only now noticing how far that facial scar ran along his muzzle.
Haiiro immediately noticed his younger cousin's attempt at hiding his emotions, calling him out on it immediately, "Durham, I am not blind. I can see you're not comfortable." He flinched a little at the suddenness and sternness of his cousin's words, not expecting Haiiro to look at him with such... empathy. Durham shook his head, a bit of desperation seeping in his tone. "No, I am not relaxed. But, I want to... need to speak with you. It's really important and I had no idea who else to turn to."
The scarred coyote let out a sardonic laugh. "Funny you come running to a convict then, for advice no less. I like 'How to get away with Murder' as much as the next guy, but-" Durham slammed the table with his fist, interrupting his cousin's putrid tangent rudely. Giving him an disapproving scowl, throwing the scarred criminal off his game. "Alright, duly noted, Mr. Fun Police. No dark jokes allowed", Haiiro conceded, heaving a loud groan, leaning back into his chair. "Let's not waste any time. Tell me why you're here. Not a social call, I imagine?"
Not even one minute in and Durham already had to urge to wipe that smug smile from his face, violently. A little bit of venom dripping from his next words. "I wouldn't have come here if everything was dandy, asshat. Need your help with something you're all too familiar with if you catch my drift." Pointing at his teeth and flicking his claws for emphasis, earning him a chuckle from Haiiro. Good, he knows what I am alluding to. "I am not here because I am so content with them. Need something to keep them in check."
Haiiro hummed knowingly, his face turning to satisfied reminiscence. "Oh, I remember when I was your age. I was so confused. My instincts would be set off by anything and everything", Haiiro sighed, caressing his neck fur. "Mommy and daddy never told me why that was, until they did. Unfortunately, it's hereditary, Durry. We're a couple of dogs on a bit of the wild side of things." Fiddling his claws and audibly clacking his teeth together for dramatic effect.
So that's why I responded so extremely to it all? Why didn't anyone tell me?! "It must've been scary, huh? That glee you felt during those very moments was so saccharine you almost couldn't decline. Poor soul." The coyote's voice had a doting inflection with an underlying hint of mockery. Durham couldn't help but let his annoyance show. He didn't come here to be made the butt of a sick joke. "Shut up", Durham leered. "Hypocrite, you aren't a hair better. Why are you here again?" Haiiro tutted, his eyes saying, 'never said I was better'.
His cousin leaned forward again, looking a little bemused. "So, you still want advice... from me? The guy who's pretty much here for that exact reason?" There was a hint of disbelief in his tone as he spoke, his eyes flicking to the guards sandwiching them. Indicating they had to watch their maws around here, they couldn't let the guards be privy to this. The consequences not sounding fun if they got caught discussing taboo subjects. "Well, you're in right place", Haiiro whispered sarcastically, gleefully grinning ear to ear at how entertaining this was. "Clearly I am better enabled than that skank you call your mother or a counselor for that matter."
If Haiiro was any other animal Durham would've hit him across the jaw, but he couldn't exactly deny his cousin's words verbatim either. His mother, however much he loved her, could be one. "Trust me", Durham sighed with a hint of weariness. "If the circumstances allowed, I wouldn't have come here at all. No offense." His cousin raised an eyebrow, playing with the hem of his jumpsuit. Addressing Durham with playful tone, "None taken, Durry. What happened, happened. The truth is the truth." Considering himself content that his cousin was so easygoing, Haiiro could've been much worse.
Shortly after finishing that sentence, his face turned dead serious. Taking Durham's feelings for a whirl. "I've heard of the situation at your school on the news. It is less than... ideal. Coming here to me", he whispered. Of fucking course! Naturally, he knows about that disaster! Trying to maintain his composure, the younger coyote clenched his fist as a coping mechanism. If either guard caught wind of him being from Cherryton he'd be so dead. No amount of smooth-talking would get him out of that one. He would probably have to bunk with Haiiro here if word got out, cozy jumpsuit included.
Haiiro leaned forward a little bit more, his voice barely audible over the whirring of the ventilation system. "That didn't have anything to do with you, right?" Well, it was a close call. If he hadn't been that lucky as he was on that day, they would've had a trinity on their hands and he would've probably thrown himself off a cliff somewhere out of guilt. "You have no idea how happy I am to tell you that I do not." Not even having told him the entire story, he saw Haiiro's facial muscles instantly relax, the same lazy smile once again on his mug.
"Oh, thank fuck, that would've made things so awkward", Haiiro laughed darkly, rubbing the sleep of his eyes. "So here's my advice: eat enough, exercise stringently and rest well." There was a pause, Durham not being sure if he was messing with him or not. After a few seconds Haiiro's face crumbled having to hold in his laugh. "Okay, okay, here's my actual fifty cents. Either indulge or abstain. If you wanna hold it together, take that 'joke' part in actual consideration." There was no shot that the younger coyote was going to ask him what 'indulge' meant, it wouldn't take a genius to grasp the meaning behind it.
He gave Haiiro a frown. The scarred coyote sighed. "You look like ya wanna kill me for even suggesting it. There is no one-size-fits-all solution, Durry." There was some truth in that, he never thought it would be easy, but from his perspective his options looked pretty bleak. Either hold out until he snapped or indulge his cravings and go to the back-alley every month. Durham gave his cousin a pleading glance, Haiiro's expression bordering on sympathetic. "Listen, if there was, everyone would've done it already! Well, that's dependent on who you ask... but still!"
"Then what do I do? 'Indulging' is out of the question", Durham concluded, his voice lowering, telling it was not up for discussion either. "Come on, man! You've been here for a while... Isn't there anything you've learned?" Haiiro put his hand under his chin and hummed with a coy intonation, a toothy smile on his face. Here we fucking go again. Can he ever be serious for once? What in the hell did he sign up for? Why is it that every time he needs help from someone it always takes a turn for the worst?
"Other than that instinct repression therapy is depressing and that meat withdrawal does-" He circled his face and ran his fingers along his arms. "-this to you. No, nothing much. Sorry to disappoint." Disgust ran through Durham's entire being, it was so horrible to look at. The gashes and scars ran so deep, he wouldn't have known if Haiiro hadn't stated it himself. So that's how he got those scars... He did it to himself? What the fuck kinda prison is this?
"Unless... there are a few that can actually work", Haiiro cooed, waiting for Durham to catch the bait, which he did looking so desperate that he would've laughed at him if he wasn't his cousin. "What? Tell me!", the younger coyote demanded with a pleading glimmer in his eyes. This is where the older coyote would set a demand of his own. Nothing like the good, old law of mutual exchange. It could only work two ways, after all, like every friendship or family relationship.
"Listen, Durry, I would love to help you now. But, I am kinda... restrained at the moment", Haiiro replied, stating the obvious. Making Durham snicker at his jest of the situation. "I won't be long until I am out. So, I hoped we could both do each other a solid. Favors for favors, if you 'catch my drift'." I should've fucking known. Of course, he wouldn't just help me out of the goodness of his heart. Haiiro was being intentionally vague about the methods, so there was no guarantee he spoke the truth. "Bugger off, I am out. Do me a 'favor' and go fuck yourself."
Standing up, having a nagging, bad feeling on where this was headed, Durham went to leave. Haiiro stopped him with a simple plea, "It's nothing illegal. I just want you to buy me some clothes for when I get out. Can't walk the streets with this jumpsuit on." Turning around and walking back to the table, he seated himself again, ready to hear him out. If he left he would have nothing to show for all this trouble, and he'd have to start his planning from scratch. "A nine minute walk to the left from here is a thrift shop, just need some pants, a shirt and a clean pair of underwear and socks."
Finding the request a bit odd, considering that his lawyer should've provided him with some, in case he was to he released soon. Remembering his mom was his lawyer and representative, which would naturally throw a wrench in things. "Mhm, so when do you get out? Thought you got life", Durham snorted, the scarred coyote strangely also seeing a bit of humor in it. Leaning back into his chair, he got himself in a comfortable position, looking all the more smug.
"Oh, nothing quite so exorbitant. It's only been five years. I get out in four", Haiiro beamed proudly. The coyote wasn't sure what to make of it. Four what? Four years? Four millennia? "And, I know what you're thinking. It's not months, not years. It's days, Durry." He let that information sink in a little, Haiiro could hear the cogs in his head whirring, patiently tapping the metal table with his claws. Lunging forward, slamming both his hands on the table, Durham looked at him with wide eyes; his mouth agape.
He couldn't believe it. HE'S GETTING OUT?! "You WHAT?! W-When did this happen? D-Do your mom and d-dad know?" That means he's getting out on Thursday, no wonder he needs clothes and what is he even going to do when he gets out? The entire thing left a lot of question marks for Durham, ones that'll soon be answered. Prisoner law wasn't his strongest subject, so he asked on. "What does it all entail? I am unfamiliar with the process and procedures."
"Got out on parole. The board of saints said I was fit to rejoin society, of course with a few standard restrictions", Haiiro told, excitement palpable in his voice and eyes. Looking as giddy as a schoolboy, he continued his manic rant, "But, those will be lifted if I behave myself like a good little boy. Got myself a job accounting for a construction company too." It all sounded really promising, considering ex-cons sometimes had it rough rejoining the herd. His cousin already had an excellent head-start all things considered.
"Haiiro", Durham laughed amazed, extremely proud of his cousin. "T-That's incredible! You got your degree too?!" All in all, he wouldn't mind staying in contact with his cousin, even if it meant breaking mom's sacred familial rites. He was going to help him after all. With a lazy smug grin, the scarred coyote shrugged. "What? You thought I was slacking off? I achieved quite a lot while I was in here." He flexed his arm, a pretty impressive bicep popped up. "As you can see. The last thing I am is lazy, Durry."
Durham saw not many options, and it seemed like there was hope for his cousin after all. From this moment on, he would help Haiiro every step of the way. Seeing no other choice if he wanted his help. "Alright, I've decided to buy you the clothes. Can I have your size?" A mix of satisfaction and relief crossed Haiiro's expression at once. Tugging at his collar, he indicated where the label was, him not being able to see it at this angle. Durham made his way around the table to check. "It says medium-small, so I'll buy you a size above that just to be safe. Though, I'll have to leave now to make it back in time before nightfall."
"That's quite alright", Haiiro said standing up. Durham only noticing now that the scarred coyote was about half a head taller than him. "I appreciate it, coz. I'll pay you back, don't worry." It wasn't like he was strapped for cash, his mom send him more than enough every odd week. He wasn't about to burden him with paying him back. "Don't bother, I'll leave my number at the front desk, so we can text. When you get a place, gimme your address so we can meet." Durham opened his arms, indicating he wanted to give him a hug before he left. Haiiro wasn't sure what to do with it. It's been such a long time, he didn't even remember what it felt like.
Simply accepting it, he gave a soft embrace, not wanting to squeeze too tightly. It felt... nice, liberating. Happy that Durham wasn't able to see him almost tear up. Pulling away, he had his standard smile on his lips again. "Thanks, Durham. Really. Good to know I still have some family I can count on." Having been abandoned by his family for far too long, Durham wouldn't allow Haiiro to ever feel like that again. Everyone makes mistakes, and his cousin deserves as much as a second chance as anyone else.
"Of course, Haiiro", Durham nodded, a little bit touched by the sentiment. "Take care of yourself, alright? Make sure to send me a text when you're out." Haiiro agreed, motioning for the guard to lead him away, saying their swift goodbyes. See you on the flip-side, Haiiro. I'll see you soon. With that Durham also left the penitentiary, getting his cousin clothes while he still had a little more time left. If he was quick about it, he could probably make it before the guard patrols back at Cherryton increased. Whatever was next, despite basically having learned nothing yet, was hopefully going to be easier than this trip was.
Arriving at the entrance, making sure to tip the taxi driver handsomely, Bill opened the car port. Giddy anticipation taking his emotions hostage. He hadn't been to this place in a very, very long time. The last memories he had left was when he was eight. His mother took him along to get some spices for food you couldn't get anywhere else. It was by no means a safe trip, having to fend off a male cougar who got some ideas, but his mother was a tiger you shouldn't mess with. Despite her now nearing her fifties, she still gave dad a run for his money.
Finally setting foot outside the taxi, Bill took a deep whiff of the air; the burning familiarity tingling his senses. His salivary glands going haywire, having to swallow it all down. "Viva la Black Market", the tiger murmured, opening his backpack taking out an energy bar just in case. Last thing he needs is for his hunger to get the better of him. He shut the door, the taxi driving off faster than they pulled up. The suddenness surprising the tiger a little. Seems like their trips to 'Paradise' are rather fleeting. I think I should make mine rather short too.
Nearing closer to the arch being the marketplace's entrance, he could hear the sounds of laughter and glasses of booze clinking together. The rich aroma of various meats being sizzled, cooked and barbecued reached his nose. His lungs flaring at how good it all smelled, instinctively licking his lips and his teeth setting on edge. Bill knew a downward spiral if he felt one. He had to eat something now, before it all went to hell. Opening the wrapping of his energy bar, he took a big bite, savoring the taste and quelling his hunger a little for the time being.
Without much hesitation, he began walking through the narrow street, butchers yelling their prices as he passed by. A pack of hyenas their laughter echoing through the market. Seeing the slurping and slobbering of two foxes sharing a table as they ate. The place was filled with animals of all shapes and sizes, from the smallest of bats to the largest of bears. Except for school this was the most carnivores he's ever seen in one spot. Indulging in meat, alcohol and cigarettes. Making jokes about blood and guts. Deliberating their next purchase for tomorrow's dinner.
All of them going about their business, pretending it was the most normal thing in the world. It was kind of a culture shock for Bill. When he went with his mother, he was totally fine with it. Why was he second guessing himself now? They say that food was the celebration of life, eating the old and helping the new prosper. But, was this what the adult world entailed? Was it so simple? Savor the taste of life as it was so fleeting?
Seeing how casually the vendors waved around their products made Bill feel slightly queasy. Those were other animals they were holding by their necks without a care in the world. He knew he couldn't let it show and had to act the part of a young carnivore trying to sate their guilty pleasures. Having always auditioned for villain roles, why couldn't he play one now? Because deep down, he knew that he was all roar and no bite?
I just have to play a part. Alright, just let me take a look at one of the vendors. Stopping at the stall of a female husky with three golden piercings in her left ear. A typical canine smile on her lips, the lower part of her arm all red with presumably others their blood. The incense coming from it being thick. Bill didn't like the glimmer in her eyes, it was like she was under the influence of something. The sign hanging from her stand said 'goat liver'. His mind involuntarily flitting to images of Zoe and Els. What would they think of me being here? They would judge and hate me for it, right?
"Good afternoon, young man!", the vendor greeted happily, trying to make eye contact, eager to make a sale. Seeing a young and stupid large breed, the ones whom always paid the best and returned most often. Not saying anything back, he acted as if he was browsing her wares, while she continued appealing to him. "Got a good eye there! These are all freshly cut by yours truly! Enjoyable to eat here or on the go!" He started contemplating if it would be strange for him to leave now. Would it be more normal to buy something or browse somewhere else? If he bought it now he would have to throw it away, which would be a waste of money.
Trying to hide his discomfort, Bill forced a smile trying not to let the ire slip through his voice, "These look... fresh." The husky nodded so vehemently, Bill worried her head would snap off. Despite his better judgment, his morbid curiosity got the best of him. "Are... these from one species of goat?" The husky shook her head with a wide smile. Getting her cleaver from under the counter, she showed it to the tiger, it being completely covered in blood. Bill eyes widened, gulping out of reflex and his stomach letting out a growl. "These livers come from all walks of life! From Toggenburg to Pygmy goats, everything's on the table!"
Seeing the young tiger's hesitancy, she chopped a small part from one of the livers on her bench. "You could have a free sample if you want. Freshest goat liver in the market! The best nutritional value to build that body of yours!" Oh, fuck! I can't just say no to that! That'll be hella strange! She handed him the meat, he took it despite his inhibitions, not letting them show with all his willpower. "'You oughta try it, to know it!', my grandmother once said!" Still having the fake smile on his lips, he looked at the oozing red liquid staining his hands and claws. The softness of the liver making his muscles tense; his teeth desperate for a bite.
Could he still decline? He already took it, so does that mean he accepted it? Should he, like, eat it? He didn't even think about it. His arm moved on its own, like it has been ready for this his entire life. Was there a right or wrong answer? The husky was watching him appraisingly, waiting for him to make a move. Seeing the internal battle the youngster had play out on his face, every micro-expression telling an entire story. Their tail curling up, a slight shudder going through their lower back and the tiger's mouth opening slightly revealing rows of sharp teeth and incisors.
The vendor decided to help him a little, because he seemed unfamiliar with this. "No need to hesitate, it's free and tastes excellent! I should know! You gotta know your own product after all!", she chuckled excitedly, licking her lips, giving the tiger some more time to contemplate it. Shit! Why did I think it would be easy?! I should've planned for this! If he walked away now it would be unbecoming of a carnivore and grasp unnecessary attention, better he just man up and go through with this. It wasn't a big bite, just a small sample, a one-and-done. He just had to open... his... mouth.
Rather forcefully, he shoved it in his own maw and started chewing aggressively, wanting to just get this over with. Impulsivity getting the better of him. His pupils dilated in sheer ecstasy, as the combination of flavors exploded in his mouth. It was by far the best thing he has ever tasted, his senses being overwhelmed by the unimpeded flavors of its earthy taste and the metallic tang of blood. Groaning about how good it tasted. Each small bite more satisfying than the last, until he had to swallow.
Snapping out of it, he immediately felt a bit guilty for liking it so much. Feasting on the ones he wanted to protect felt wrong and undignified. And, he hated that he actually wanted to buy some. Regretting his decision to eat it instantaneously, feeling that if he stood still any longer he would be sick. How could he do this after all this effort? Wasn't he doing this for them? Or did he go here of his own volition after all? Did he even need to get tasked by Louis to go here? Would he have done so all on his own if push came to shove?
He addressed the husky, leaning his weary frame on the counter. "I, uh, I think I might come back later. Thanks for the sample, Mrs.-" he looked at the sign again, displaying her name in red bolt letters. "-Yumiko." Probably a fake, but it was better to have someone with a name to blame for all this. She nodded with a sly grin, "Take your time, young man. The market isn't going anywhere." Walking away with a bit more hurry in his footfalls, Bill tried getting the blood off of his hands. His first urge was to lick it off, but he restrained himself. Thinking he should've just put his foot down and declined their offer. Not allowing any more of that 'drug' in his system.
"I am such a big, stupid cat! Some dog dangles a yarn ball in front of my eyes and I just have to play with it!", Bill chastised himself under his breath, as he continued to walk deeper into the market. Kind of hoping to find a faucet somewhere so he could wash the blood off. I could head inside one of those restaurants to use the bathroom, but I am not sure if I'll be able to help myself then. Figuring it best to move on, he turned at a couple narrow streets and alleyways, until he made it to the heart of the neighborhood. The clamors of voices and smells being more belligerent and louder than ever. Tickling his senses and taking them for a rollercoaster ride.
Taking in a deep huff of non-meaty air, he tried to block his body's wants, not turning them into needs. To distract himself, Bill got out the shopping list with the address and the reference number. The still wet blood staining and sticking his fingers to the paper. Cross-referencing the information with the map app on his phone. Just a street further there was a place called Kuroko's Hema-Lab owned by an african civet. The tiger didn't know how Louis managed to place an order there, but it couldn't have been legal. Who was he fooling up until now? Nothing leading up to this point has been legal.
Turning the corner to his left, he faced a building that looked just as decrepit as all the others. A neon sign pointing upwards a flight of stairs, saying: 'Hema-Lab 1st door 2 ur right'. That doesn't look very promising nor professional. Making his way up, each plank creaked loudly under his weight, not knowing what to expect when he opened the door. It could be a catnip den for all he knew, but that wouldn't really attract the best business. At the top of the stairs, he was greeted by an iron door with a sign in messy handwriting saying 'Kuroko's Hema-Lab' and under that 'Please knock twice, times two and minus one'.
So knock three times? Who is this supposed to be fooling? Maybe some animals just couldn't do basic math here and the guy was taking advantage of it. Bill knocked three times, hearing scrambling and rustling on the other side of the door. "Coming!", a female voice shouted, a thump resounding as the door opened slowly. "Name and order number, please." The woman seemed friendly enough, and took the necessary precautions having a business in a place like this. Not opening the door too far, in case she needed to close it in case of emergency.
The tiger got his note out again, attempting to read it properly through the blood stains. "Uh", he hummed holding it under the faint light, so he could see better. "It's #!21Z60195CK23 under the name of... Maxwell. Two rabbit and two alpaca blood vials." Opening the door fully, the civet showed her face fully, motioning for him to follow her. So this is Kuroko? Why did I expect a guy with glasses and a lab coat? Surprisingly, the interior was organized and sterile like a lab should be. Shelves with neatly labeled jars, vials and medical equipment. Bill didn't have to guess what most of it was for.
Walking over towards a drawer, the civet opened it with a push, taking out four vials in total handing them to the tiger. "Alright, that'll be... 32.700 yen with the small discount I added. In cash, pretty please!", Kuroko exacted in a professional manner. "I assume you have that much?" Bill zipped open his backpack, getting out the envelope handing her the exact amount with about 36.400 yen left to spare. Kuroko counted the money on auto-pilot, always making sure nobody pulled a fast one on her. Seeing it was all there she gave the tiger a content smile.
"Alright, pleasure doing business with you", Kuroko said, shooing the teenager out of the door. "If you ever need something again, don't hesitate to reach out. I'll give you a good discount for your troubles! Be safe out there!" With that she closed the door behind him, Bill on the outside again quicker than he got in. That was... unexpectedly swift. I thought it'd be more, I dunno, time consuming? Maybe that was just how business was done here. Quick and without asking too much questions. Probably for the better that he didn't know where the blood came from.
Bill thanked Rex that he didn't have anything more to do here. It was time to get back to Cherryton then, he had nothing to do here anymore except give Louis the vials. Walking down the creaky staircase, the quickest way to get out of here if he took a few shortcuts through some alleyways. He had to take the long way around on his way here, because the driver dropped him directly at the front entrance. As the tiger went on with his journey, the alleyways began getting darker and darker as the amount of functioning lighting became more scarce.
When he turned into the seventh alleyway or was it the sixth? He had stopped counting. His nose caught a smell, that was neither good nor bad. Lacking better judgment, he went to investigate the alley behind the one he should've turned right at. I am pretty sure it's coming from here. Behind... that dumpster? Just when his face rounded the corner, he finally found out whose scent he was following, but it wasn't anything anymore. It was a mess of meat, blood and guts. The only thing left intact was its face, that of an okapi. A look of horror still deeply ingrained within its expression.
Bill's entire being recoiled in shock, his eyes widened at the cruel gruesome sight before him. The pungent smell of blood and decay filled the air; hitting his nostrils and pinching them shut in a panic. WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT PSYCHOPATH?! It looked like it happened not even a few minutes ago, the red liquid still oozing from the fresh wounds like a burst dam. Meaning the perpetrator or perpetrators might still be close. NOPE, FUCK THIS! I AM OUT! The tiger turned on his heels, scrambling a bit to get away, not wanting to stay anywhere near that corpse.
He hightailed it outta there faster than he had ever done in his entire lifetime. "I AM NEVER GOING TO THIS FUCKING PLACE AGAIN!" Turning a sharp left, he ran out of the alley; taking refuge against the wall to catch his breath. He was getting lightheaded from all the things happening at once; he couldn't make sense of them anymore. Drool dripped from his maw as he tried to get his wits back to him. It was so disgusting, but it smelled so oddly enticing. A good thing it was, that he got out of there when he could. He wasn't going to fight off a crazy, no shot.
Trying to take a step forward, he felt a set of strong arms holding him in a chokehold. Gasping for air, he felt the pressure tightening around his neck. Desperately trying to resist by trying to push his attacker off, to no apparent effect. This was life or death, he had to do something. Was he going to have to use his claws? Maybe plead? He couldn't put any proper pressure on his legs, like he was being hoisted from the ground. I AM SO FUCKED! WHAT DO I DO?! Trying to fight a war and his most important weapons were out of commission?
He tried getting his hands to somewhere they would be useful, but felt his grip on consciousness slipping as he lowered them. Vision starting to blur, the weight of his chest grew heavier and heavier with each passing moment. I... can't... hold... Whomever was restraining him was powerful, too powerful for him to do anything against.
"Just calm down, kid!", a heavy male voice spoke. "I am trying to help you. Just relax!" The words fell on deaf ears as Bill had already lost consciousness. A last little puff of air escaping the tiger as the grip around his neck loosened. Pressing his finger against the tiger's carotid artery, checking for a pulse, he let out a sigh of relief. "I am getting too old for this." The voice complained as he was pulled the kid over his shoulder like a wet bag.
When Bill came to his head pounded like crazy, opening his eyes his world swirled and became all the more fuzzy. "Uuuuugh", Bill groaned in pain, his throat dry and coarse. "I am still alive. I am so lucky..." Closing them again to prevent further headache, he breathed through his nose getting some more oxygen into his airways again. Every breath burning his throat alive, it seemingly not getting better anytime soon.
"Where... the fuck... am I? Have I gone to hell?" He tried moving his hands to inspect his surroundings, noticing that something was holding them back. Is this the time to panic and scream bloody murder? No way, I am going out like that. At least lemme die with some dignity. Not only his hands, but also his neck was clamped down against something. And, what was this weird weight at his mouth?
Pushing through the headaches, he opened his eyes again, the room he was held in being extremely dark and smelled sickeningly metallic. There was a door just left adjacent from him, but there was no way he could reach it like this. Jangling the restraints with all his might, yet they simply wouldn't budge. They were attached to something heavy, not things you could break with brute strength alone.
He was basically stuck here, at the mercy of some psycho who would do whatever he pleased with him. Yep, I am screwed. Dead. Totally fucked. Hearing heavy footsteps down the hallway, Bill readied himself for nothing, because he couldn't do anything except anticipate. When the steps stopped at the door, he heard the jangling of keys and the turning of the lock.
Bright light poured into the room, blinding the tiger momentarily as the shadowy figure of his captor stood in the doorway. "So", they began unceremoniously, chewing on something. "You're finally awake? Took you long enough. Your generation has become so slow over the years." As his eyes adjusted to the light, Bill saw the largest panda he had ever seen nibbling on a piece of bamboo. He couldn't help but admire his impressive musculature.
The scars running down his eyes and the left side of his face, were the second thing Bill took notice of. Those look gnarly. Looks like he does this shit often. Just my fucking luck. Moving inside the room, the panda crouched down in front of him, suddenly shining a flashlight into his eyelids. The tiger jerking his head away, the other animal wordlessly pulled him by the mouth guard and held his eye open. Uncomfortable would be putting this situation mildly.
"Hmm." The panda looked at him from a different angle, checking some of his clothes for reasons Bill couldn't discern. "Don't seem to be under the influence of anything. Your pupils haven't dilated, and there's no significant blood on you, at least none that matters." What the hell is he on about? He's talking like I am not even here! He stood up scribbling something on a notepad, before returning his gaze back to the tiger.
Grabbing the tiger by his left hand, he forced it open and checked his claws. "No blood under your claws, only on your hands. Teeth also weren't stained enough." Letting out a growl, he raised his hands, Bill instinctively flinched bracing for impact. "Fuck!" The panda slammed his bamboo on the ground in frustration, clattering to the other side of the room. Nothing happening, the tiger squinted his left eye open, the big bear pacing around the room.
"I took the wrong one! Am I going senile?!", he yelled at nobody in particular. Bill's heart raced a mile a minute, the fear amplifying by the panda's outburst. Was this guy some psycho serial killer murdering specific animals? The tiger decided to approach the subject carefully. "Look", Bill began softly, jangling a bit of the chain when his hands moved, grasping their attention. "I don't know what this is about. I was attacked by you, then I woke up here. I have no idea who you are or why I am here."
Their muscles un-tensed, their visage softening in a tad of sympathy. Having calmed down a bit, the panda stayed quiet for a while, until suddenly he started unlocking the mouth guard. Allowing the tiger a lot more room for his maw, being a huge relief. "Rex, that's so much better!" He started doing the same thing to the neck collar thing, whatever it was. "Looks like I got you mixed up with someone else. Wrong place, wrong time, kid", the panda told without a hint of apology. "Next time you're here, don't follow your nose everywhere. It could land you into trouble."
Bill's expression turned to a scowl. "All fine and well, old man. But, you haven't explained anything up until now." Unlocking the neck collar too, the tiger felt how sore it was from being clamped down upon by the heavy iron. This only left his hands, which were also beginning to feel numb. The panda hummed, taking his words into consideration. "I am Gouhin", he stated matter of factly, turning his hands to the cuffs. "The back-alley market's friendly neighborhood psychiatrist, the only one might I add. I rehabilitate carnivores who've found themselves addicted to meat or have devoured an herbivore."
"Then I think I have to reconsider my health insurance plan", Bill scoffed. "Thought I was gonna get turned into a piece of furniture." Clicking loose, the handcuffs fell off his wrist, finally free of all his restraints. He got up while rubbing his wrists; the relief he felt immeasurable. "Well, guess I inconvenienced you greatly. Went through your bag and found blood vials. They're still in there, so you can be on your merry way." Gouhin walked out of the room and down the hall, not even offering a simple goodbye. Not a second glance wasted on the tiger. "I am going for a smoke. See yourself out."
"Wait, you're just gonna leave like that?! Without even saying sorry?!", Bill roared exasperated. Was this is old fart for real? He assaulted him, kidnapped him, imprisoned him against his will and just leaves to have a pack? What kind of delusional freakshow is this?! "Get your fake PhD ass back here!" No answer. Of course, there was no answer.
What did he even expect from someone who so callously dragged his unconscious body over here? Everyone in this place was completely nuts. He would give a zero star review if he could. Surprisingly, the panda yelled something back from down the hallway, "I would haul ass back to Cherryton if I were you, kid! That show's on lockdown, remember?! If you're late, you'll wish you ate that okapi!"
Rex fucking damn! How late is it?! 19:57?! Fuck me! Anger wouldn't even describe the litany of emotions the tiger had. Plus, the small amount of meat in his system wasn't doing him any favors. If he had his way, he would've torn Gouhin's throat out. The motherfucker knew he was too weak to even try anything, so that's why he cut him loose without a hitch. How did he know I was from Cherryton?
He thought a little about it as he walked outside the room, and found his bag just right outside the door. Looking at it his eyes widened. Fuck, the logo! Rummaging through his items, he found that everything was still there, like the old man promised. Looking down the hall, he saw a sign saying 'Emergency Exit'. No wonder he never offered me directions. Fucking ass! He left the building, probably traumatized, not looking back.
Running by rows of animals, Kigatsu the melanistic leopard, chased a lynx barely older than six through the black market. The little bastard stole Friggs' beef slabs and ran off faster than the polar bear could grab him, luckily this leopard was no sloth and had no trouble keeping up the kid.
Though all this effort wasn't without bumping and grazing a few animals on the way, because unlike the little rascal, he wasn't able to duck under others legs. Bounding for a sharp corner, the thief was trying to lose him in the crowd. However, despite the smell of all the meat, he was still more than capable of picking out the lynx' filthy scent.
Those street urchins were at it again, stealing stuff to get by, Kiga could hardly blame them. But, no petty crime goes unpunished in the back-alley. Searching for thieves is not something Kigatsu likes to do. He's a physician first, and a lawman second or third or not at all. Enforcing arbitrary laws in a place like this seemed stupid, but he had to do whatever he had to do to make ends meet.
Money wasn't gonna earn itself and the Madaragumi didn't pay him to lallygag. But, after a few hours of... 'soliciting information' from a dingo in a chair, he was kind of tired. Liking some extra cardio as much as the next guy, but not during the evening hours. This is taking practice what you preach to a whole new level. The job would only end when he was asleep or dropped dead.
Following the trail, seeing the kid trying to hide behind some pottery. He called out to the little cat, "Hey! Get back here, you thieving little shit!" Jumping up in surprise, the little feline began running further down the street in record pace, as soon as he saw the leopard round the corner. For fuck sakes, can you just stop running?!
Tactically, the lynx had dropped some of his goods as they were weighing him down too much, and the leopard noticed too late. Being taking on a rather unappealing slip 'n slide through the street, courtesy of the spilled blood. A few animals giving him some insulting jeers. "Woah, fuck!", Kigatsu swore as he tried maintaining his balance.
His shoes now wet with blood, it became harder to run at a consistent pace without slipping. The back-alley streets not having the best in terms of overall quality wasn't helping. What was the last time these streets got proper renovations again? Probably before he was even born. When he finally got a lot closer to the kid, be narrowly managed to almost grab him, but unfortunately couldn't because he jumped out of the way.
"Fuck", he swore under his breath, as they continued down an even busier street. The thief always at an arms length away, barely avoiding Kigatsu's attempts at nabbing him. Only being a hair away from getting caught. He had to give the rascal something: he was a persistent fucker. Good qualities in a business man, but not in a thief.
Unfortunately, a very convenient loose tile caught his foot and just when he was about sure he'd face plant on the cold, hard ground. His entire body bumped into the arms of a young tiger, who looked just as surprised as Kigatsu. Noting that the tiger didn't budge much, despite ramming into him full force.
He managed to let out a seductive quip, "Oh, my savior! Yer pretty strong, aren't ya, big guy?" Teasingly squeezing the guy's chest with his left hand, the tiger becoming chilly-pepper red. This making Kigatsu chuckle, he liked shy guys and gals. This pretty man would take his fancy if he wasn't preoccupied with something else.
Gently pushing himself out of the guy's strong grip, he began running after the kid again. "Sorry, 'bout that, hunk!", he apologized blowing a kiss, looking back at the totally befuddled and flustered tiger, noticing a rather familiar insignia on his bag. "Be safe out there, sexy! Adieu!" Not having time to think it over, he ran after the thief, whom also had a bit of a hiccup.
The lynx couldn't get past the wall of carnivores lining the streets, him looking back in panic as he saw that Kigatsu neared. Serves you right, you little punk! A streak of victory coming over the leopard's face as he came closer to the kid. The small child holding the plastic bag close to his chest as their lip quivered.
"Listen, kid, just hand the products over and you won't be punished too harshly", Kigatsu promised, holding out his hand. "Friggs isn't cruel. Cut me some slack here." It wasn't the truth by a long shot, but it was a better option than telling them... the other alternatives. The lynx inched backwards, frantically searching for another opportunity to run away.
Don't you fucking dare. I see that mischief in your eyes. To the left of them there was an open alleyway, seeing it as his last shot he jumped towards it, Kigatsu narrowly grabbing him by the scruff of his neck. A loud yelp echoing through the street, attracting the eyes of other animals. "Gotcha! You little shit!" The leopard hoisting him up at eye level, not looking amused, snatching the bag from his small claws.
Starting to kick and scramble to get out of Kigatsu's grip, he started yelling, "Let me go! Let go of me you stupid, old man! I'll claw your eyes out and feed them to the fishes!" Ouch. Not even two years from legal adulthood and they're already calling me old. The kid tried clawing at the leopard's arm, while he could feel the pointedness of his claws, they weren't doing much.
Eyeing the direction in which the cub wanted to run, he saw a few heads appear from behind the garbage container, their muzzles all bloody. A black bear, a red fox and an apennine wolf: all children not older than nine. They came from behind their hiding place, laughing at their co-conspirator, knowing that by himself, Kigatsu wasn't able to catch them by his lonesome.
All of them began rhyming dramatically, like they belonged in a kid's movie, "Wimp, wimp~! Tear him limb from limb~! Eat his heart!~" Being annoying in a way only children could be, Kigatsu rolled his eyes, noticing the lynx' cheeks turning a shade of pink, presumably shame. Those assholes just had to go and taunt them. Ugh, they already ate their haul. Friggs won't be happy about this.
He knew those little deviants would scatter again if he began chasing them. It would be useless anyway, the meat was a lost cause. Instead opting to bring this particular thief to the butcher he stole from, them having given up on getting away from the leopard. He addressed the kid while maneuvering around other animals on his way back, "What was that about? They don't like ya?"
Their ears flattened against their head, the lynx' defiance waning as he looked away. "They're just jerks. I hate them", he muttered quietly, his voice small as his head sagged. The leopard asking the counter question, "Then why are ya hanging out with them?" The cub remaining silent as they neared closer to the polar bear's stall, their eyelids began giving way to tears as he started sobbing.
Ruefully choking them back as they noticed Kigatsu's frustration. Ugh, crying kids. I was never good with criers. Little bro is the exact same, floodgates opening at the slightest hint of adversity. Remembering when he scared him during Halloween seven years ago, and that he wouldn't stop crying. He'll never make that mistake again. Again a good reason to never have kids of his own.
It took mother three hours of consolation, before they could finally go to bed, because she wouldn't let him go before he was okay again. Forcing Kigatsu to apologize over probably one-hundred times. He was of the opinion that she always doted on Tao too much; made him soft by obliging his constant need for attention. Suddenly, the leopard's eyes lit up in remembrance, now knowing where he saw that insignia before.
How could he be so stupid? It was from Cherryton, of course. He went there himself, so how could he forget? Memories flooding his mind of all the good times he had there, those soon being flushed away by all the dominant bad ones, forming a deep frown on his face. Everyone there was always such pathetic losers. Especially the herbivores got on his nerves the most.
Shaking those bad thoughts off, he asked the kid another question, "What's yer name?" His eyes and fur still wet with tears, the lynx looked at him with an angry expression. With his arms crossed, he turned his head away from him. How rude. Have some respect for your elders. "I am not asking again. Or don't you have a name?" Still perpetuating the behavior he did before, not answering him back.
Kigatsu not having any of that nonsense, rattled the kid up and down into answering. "Ah, stop it! T-That h-hurts!", the lynx pleaded waving his arms around frantically, giving into the leopard's demand. "It's Mixx! They call me Mixx!" His brows quirked, stopping just a few feet shy from Friggs' stall, lifting the cub at eye level again. Examining the young lynx' face more closely, as the name sounded too oddly specific. Street rats never gave nicknames for no reason.
Only now noticing that the spots on the cub's arms changed drastically in size the further down you went. Being oddly big for a kid his age, his ears also being rounder than normal. That's when realization dawned on Kigatsu. "A hybrid", he concluded in awe, seeing that his tail was also longer than that of a normal lynx. With how his fur was shaped, he thought it was just a normal cub.
"Am I going blind? I've been chasing you this entire time and I didn't notice?!" Judging from all this, he guessed it was either a leopard/lynx hybrid or a cheetah/lynx hybrid. The latter being more likely than the former given the spots. The little fucker was quick on his feet too. Kigatsu chuckled sardonically, "Guess it's my lucky day. I oughta buy a lottery ticket and truly test the limits of this ability."
Finally having made his way back to Friggs, he plopped the kid and the meat down on the counter, his intonation coy, "Am back, ma'am. And, I come bearing gifts." The polar bear, whose back was turned to clean her knife, shifted the weight on her feet now facing them. A spark of anger flitting across her eyes, as she saw the thief who had just stolen from her.
"Clearly", she jeered, lowering their head to look the kid in the eyes. "Thought you could steal from me and get away with it?" Mixx shook his head, mostly out of fear, not wanting to anger the butcher any further. Avoiding eye contact and staying silent, too afraid to speak up for himself. Cold sweat running down their neck as the bear stared at into their soul, eventually easing up with a clearing of her throat. Kigatsu would be afraid too if he were in their shoes.
"Ease up, Friggs", the leopard advised with a tinge of seriousness. "Getting angry like that is bad for your heart. I didn't reanimate ya last summer for nothin', ya know?" I definitely don't want to be Frenching you alive again. That was a one and done. Huffing indignantly, she forcefully took Mixx by the scruff of his neck, strain evident on his face at the roughness. Poor kid. To the chopping block he goes. Her inspection became more intense, as she prodded under his arms with her claws.
Pressing them into his belly and hoisting their dirty shirt up. "With a hybrid pelt as inconsistent as this I won't be earning back my losses", the polar bear ascertained analytically, her nose wrinkled at the pungent smell emanating from the cub. Nevermind, there is hope for you afterall. "You're in luck, orphan. I have more use for you alive than dead."
Relief immediately evident on Mixx' expression as her words hit home. Moving to the back of her cubicle, she rummaged in the back getting out a plastic box, too high for the feline to jump out of. Dropping Mixx to the ground into it, her gaze went to Kigatsu. "What of the others? They got away didn't they?" The question being rhetorical, the leopard lackadaisically shrugged, placing his hand into his pockets. Friggs let out a deep sigh, rubbing her temples.
"The next one I catch I am going to turn into a rug." Ya said that the last time too, sentimental old bear. You simply don't have it in ya. He was never gonna say that to her out loud. Lest she actually goes through with it out of spite. "Stop looking at me like that", the polar bear said sternly. "I am vendor, not a monster. Even though I won't be so forgiving to his friends next time." Whenever she said something like that, Kigatsu wasn't sure on whether to take her seriously or not. She's a mother herself, so he'd take it with a grain of salt.
"Boy", Friggs spoke in an annoyed tone. "Next time you see Miso, tell him he still owes me for the last shipment he botched." They've had this conversation before, he isn't part of the Madaragumi and only works for them as an outside party. And, only sometimes, he would enforce their rule over their territory if needed. He was as unaffiliated as a third party could get, nigh the obvious 'contract work' he did.
"Friggs, ya know I don't answer to him directly", Kigatsu necessitated, with a forced smile. "Also, stop calling me 'boy'. I am twenty-two years old." The only reason he even went after those thieves was because they go way back. Otherwise, he wouldn't have lifted a claw to help her. Grumbling, the polar bear removed the retrieved meat out of the plastic bag, handing it over to the leopard.
"Here", she said. "For your troubles. Free of charge. Not much left of it anyway." Taking the gift graciously, he nodded to her in appreciation. It's been a long time since he had his last batch of meaty goodness, and from Friggs no less. Look at that! And they say that no good deed goes unpunished! "Thanks. I'll try telling Miso. Have to run by his place anyways for my pay." As to be expected from a mobster, he was always behind on his payments, because he wasn't employed by him, legally speaking.
Taking a bite out of his price, his instincts flared a little at the fact they were being sated. It could only make him groan in satisfaction. His impromptu exercise kickstarting them. Hmm, so good. Taking that run was almost worth it. The smell and taste of the beef being very satisfying on his tongue. The polar bear looking contently at him, a rarity for her. "It's delicious. I'll have to bounce now. Will eat the rest on the go. See ya, Friggs."
The polar bear waved him off as he started walking away, her neutral expression returning to her once more. Turning his head back to her stall he added something, "Also, take care of the kid. Give him a bath for starters. His name's Mixx, by the way." While packing up her stuff for the day, the bear gave him an affirmative grunt. This time he truly went on his way, headed towards the Madaragumi's base of operations: Miso's mockery of a dojo.
For animals so hung up on honor and dignity: he might be the most dishonorable jackass there is. His pay has been a week overdue, and he hates working for others when they don't pay the fuck up. If they didn't do it in a day or three, he would straight up quit and go to the competition. There would be more than enough legitimate animals willing to pay for his services, ones who wouldn't force him to break the Hippocratic Oath. Not that he actually graduated to take the oath.
Kigatsu wasn't a charity case. Shady stuff he did, indeed, but being used by some lowlife, uneducated, sad excuse for a samurai was the last straw. By the time he had finished his steak, he was already three quarters a way there, licking the blood and juice of his claws. Knowing that tonight was one of Miso's 'drink in total excess nights' and that they would leave themselves open to anyone that was savvy enough to figure that out.
When the spotted-leopard became drunk, he could become quite the bastard. But, a bastard that could be quite easy to get to do what you want, if you knew what buttons to press. As the leader of a gang, he had some appearances to uphold, so naturally he wouldn't want to make an ass of himself in front of his posse. So, the last thing Miso would want is for somebody to challenge the status-quo.
Next time he has to take measures like this, he'll post an adverb in the paper with the hideouts address in it. That'll teach them, and him as he gets decapitated. Nearing the 'Dojo', he could make out the boisterous laughing coming from inside. It looked like they're having fun, and it was time for Kigatsu to crash the party through the back. It would teach them a little about being prepared for the worst case scenario. All it took was a staircase and a twist of the doorknob.
Coming in through the back kitchen, the room immediately fell silent including Miso, he saw a couple of them promptly itching for their blades. The room reeked of alcohol, meat and cigarettes. If he wasn't so used to them he would probably gag. Alright, I'll almost get murked in 3, 2, 1. Before he knew it, he had four of them pointed at his neck, the leader still having a bottle of sake at his lips. He put the beverage down as his eyes glimmered in recognition. "Kiiiiiiiiigaaaaaaa!", Miso greeted in a drunken voice, apparently ecstatic to see him. "H-How-" He hiccuped interrupting himself. "-did you get iiiiiin?!"
The katanas around his throat lowered, all of the goons muttering apologies as they retreated themselves back to their spots. The melanistic leopard pointed back with his thumb, "Through the backdoor. It was unlocked." A lot of the leopards exchanged looks of worry, as one of them ran out to lock the door. All of them letting out sighs of relief as it seemed Miso wasn't getting angry. "Also, don't you 'Kiga' me. Only my friends call me Kiga", he remarked as he leaned against the wall, still looking their boss square in the eyes.
Their expression softened into an almost sad one at Kigatsu's words. "But, aren't we friiiiiieeeeeends?! Thought we were bestest of pals!" At this rate he would never get out of here. If he could he would handle this business with an underling, but Miso decided what went in and what went out. Leave it to the Madaragumi to let a drunkard run their books. The leopard sighed, rolling their eyes. "I'd like to keep transactions impersonal. Speaking of which: you still haven't paid me for... my last four jobs." This time Miso put some genuine thought into it, at least, as much as his mental faculties allowed.
"Whyyyyy nooooooow? It's Sunday! Sit down and have some fun!", the mobster beckoned, patting a pillow next to him, wanting to pour Kigatsu a cup. As lovely as that sounded, he didn't have the energy left to deal with the social dynamics of the Madaragumi. He's had enough on his plate for today. Kigatsu shook his head, "It's my free evening too. And, yet, I am here. Talking business with you, while I could be having a drink with friends or try to get laid." Trying to appeal to Miso's two of three favorite things: sex, booze and violence. Excluding the last one obviously.
"And, just like you, I like my money better when it's received in a timely manner", Kigatsu told with a chuckle. "I always deliver my end in ludicrous speeds. I made that cougar last Tuesday sing in ten minutes flat. So, is it that unreasonable of me to expect the same kind of courtesy?" Seeing Miso's expression and also his mind go blank, he feared that he may have said too much in too short of a time frame. Now let's hope I didn't break him. The spotted-leopard stood up, walked over almost stumbling and held Kigatsu gently at both shoulders. What's this? Is he going to profess his love to me? That would be a laugh. He raised a brow, awaiting Miso's response.
Miso's blank face contorted into a toothy smile as he aggressively pulled him away from the wall, patting him on the back. "You're totally right! We need to get you laid!" FOR THE LOVE OF REX! IS HE DENSE?! Trying really hard to keep composure, Kigatsu was effectively seething. Desperately resisting the temptation of cussing him out. Thankfully, the leader didn't notice by virtue of being inebriated, but the rest of the gang did. Them all holding their breath. It was like dealing with a child, only said child had a katana at his hip. Deciding not to risk his life, he gave a careful grin, letting that comment just slide over him.
Just when he was about to negate what Miso said, he got interrupted by him, "Heeeeeey, Ikasu! Get over here!" A young male Arabian leopard around Kigatsu's age, maybe a little older, hesitantly stood up. Both of them already knowing where this was going. Miso wanted to tactlessly stick them together, like a matchmaker who wouldn't hesitate to play throwing knives using them as targets. I should've come here during working days. I measured my own coffin with this one. The most fucked-up kind of Cupid there is. The Arabian leopard neared closer, an embarrassed blush covering his cheeks; all the more accentuated by his mostly white fur.
Some of the guys were laughing, Ikasu shooting them a venomous glare, making them shut up really quick. Kigatsu had to give the guy something: he had fire in him. When he reached them, Miso's smile was the epitome of gleeful mischief, "Look Ikasu! Kiga here also likes guys! And here's another secret:-" He leaned in closer, giggling maniacally. "-he also likes girls! Insane, right?!" The leader looked so sure he had just set them up for life, that he beamed like a high school girl with a crush. Why does Rex hate me? Please just kill me now. The Arabian leopard not handling it any better, terror would be selling his expression short. "You guys should hang out! You like the same things!"
Kigatsu mirrored the other leopard's unwilling gaze, letting them know he wasn't seriously considering their offer, "Mhm, maybe we should." He would have to collect his money another time. Right now, Miso was incorrigible and not in a state to be spoken with about business. Both of them suddenly got shoved out of the door by the group, as the leader had ordered them to when they weren't paying attention. Before they knew it, they were both outside, the sliding doors shut behind their backs. Wanting to groan, Kigatsu buried his head into his hands, trying to figure out when he would have enough time to drop by here again. A drunk mob boss not included.
"Y'know", Ikasu began not being able to restrain his laugh. "I apologize for his behavior. He's being trying to set me up with someone for years." Maybe he should stick to being a gangster instead of a matchmaker from the bowels of hell. They both began to walk, not wanting to disillusion Miso from the fact that his plan was a dud. "Nah, don't worry about it." Shaking his head, Kigatsu let out a puff of air. "I figured that if I came tonight: he would be easier to talk to. Guess I was wrong." Lesson definitely learned, never come to this cesspool on Sunday evenings. It would certainly be a good idea to subtly advise Miso to hire an accountant, so he wouldn't have to deal with him anymore.
Ikasu was actually quite content to be out of that mess himself. Never having been much of a drinker, this definitely beat being holed up in that room for the rest of the night. "We could still go for a drink", Ikasu proposed impulsively, Kigatsu looking at him with curiosity. The Arabian leopard backpedaling a little. "If... you've got nothing better to do. I wouldn't wanna hog your time." Brazen, very brazen. I like that in a guy. Ah, what the hell. Kigatsu gave him a toothy grin with a nod. Ikasu's expression lightening up, cheering internally. "Sure, why not? But, I choose the bar. You gumi folk have no taste in terms of that." With that they went off into the night, headed for their own bout of fun.