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Who's That Father?

The Wall

(Then: Beelzehaven, Wild Things Facilitated)

Naruto was reviewing a request from a Great Duke of Envy when there was a knock at his door.

"Come in." He said loud enough to be heard before he resumed reading the request. "Yadda, yadda, yadda...Okay, here we are. A fishing expedition? Uh-huh, sure... 'Noticed the fine print doesn't allow for purchase of sexual activity–' no, shit that'd be the end of my deal with Asmodeus...'Undesired anyway, but welcome if wanted outside of working hours?' Huh, this guy is legit. Just wants a fishing buddy that isn't schmoozing up to him...or plotting to kill him. Or both? ...How would someone do both?"

"Mr. Uzumaki?" Priscilla, the new assistant his teams and grandfather pushed for him to hire, cracked the door. "There's a, er, a Pack Runner at the front desk, named Ms. Connor? Says she needs to talk to you. She won't accept a request to leave a message."

"Priscilla, just call me 'Naruto'. Please?" Naruto sighed. She gave him a pointed stare and he bemoaned the long, drawn out battle of wills that this bit of 'defiance' foretold. He would let it lie for now as he sat back and rubbed his head. "Connor...Connor...Oh! Shit. Yeah, go ahead and let Doug send her up."

"Sir, if I may give you some advice? I really don't think that's a good idea–"

"Pris, let her come up. If she starts shouting, leave it alone. No security calls. No police officers." Naruto told her firmly as he glared into the Saluki-like She-Hound's red eyes. The new personal assistant flared her nostrils in disapproval before she shook her head and stepped out. The young CEO sighed, dreading that eventual argument with his P.A., and went back to looking over the noble's request as he waited for the runner to arrive. He was just finishing his own counter-request for finite details of the Friend-For-A-Day to send back to the Grand Duke's Estate when the Pack Runner burst through his door.

Haggard, torn clothes covered her taller frame and dirt smudged at the dark blue fur around her pale eyes. Her lips were pulled back in a snarl and she slammed her paws on the desk. Her teeth, browned and at risk of early decay from improper care and diet, were bared. Her rancid street-rat breath forced him to close his eyes and re-accumulate himself to the long-forgotten scents that triggered some unpleasant memories.

"Maureen." He opened his eyes and let his claws come together on his desk. "It's been a while."

"A year!"

"...What?" Naruto furrowed his brow. He didn't move as the young She-Hound snarled again and got in his face.

"A year!"

"Pretty sure I saw you last year–"

"Your. Number. Hasn't. Worked. In. A. Fucking. Year!" Maureen snapped as her claws dug into his desk. Naruto frowned – not over the desk, now he had an excuse to get a new one; but because she sounded so certain.

"My Number hasn't changed." He cut himself short and groaned into his hand. "Oh, that stupid Sonovabitch. My Number never changed, but you use street phones. Fuck...Maureen, listen–"

"What?! You're gonna use a bullshit Suit excuse for me, Uzumaki?!" The Pack Runner snarled at him. "Ain't gonna respect the Packs' ways now that you're officially out and livin' large in The Dens?!"

Naruto shot to his feet and snarled at the impudent Pack Runner, his own paws slammed into the desk he was definitely going to replace. She flinched back, but kept her glare up and teeth partially bared. His eyes narrowed and he leaned forward. The Runner was tough from her Pack, brave from her life, but she wasn't stupid. She listened to her instincts, and that's why she pulled back.

"Listen up, you ignorant little bitch." He growled at her, spitting the insult that made her flinch again. "I don't live in The Dens, I refuse to, and I won't tell you where I live because you don't need to fucking know. I run a mercenary company, not hack-bot programmers or a pyramid scheme outraced from Greed. I have never forgotten or disregarded the Packs' ways. My Hounds – MY Pack – rely on me to use my time wisely and not get boggled up by bullshit or unnecessary calls in the event I need to be reached. To do that, I hired a fucking technological savant to reprogram all of our phones – personal and not – so that only essential numbers get through." His eyes shone bright as his growl deepened. "Guess what numbers aren't considered essential to the average techie?"

"So...So you...Never got my calls? Any of them?" Her snarl fell and her ears went flat as she started to whimper.

"No, Maureen." Naruto let his hackles fall as he pulled back and his eyes lost their glow. "What happened?"

"...I...I thought you..." Her lips started to tremble and her eyes welled with tears. "Oh...F-fuck...So, stupid..."

"Maureen? Hey, no, c'mon." Naruto stepped around his desk and pulled her into a hug. What? He was a Dad, he saw a crying pup and knew they needed something. This was hardly the first Pack Pup he'd shown this kind of care to. She was definitely the oldest though, probably around twelve or thirteen. Her arms wrapped around his sides and she started to sob and whimper. He stroked her head and combed his claws through her hair. "It's okay. Shh, shh, shh...what happened, Maureen? Talk to me, Pup."

"...They...There-there was a Terr-Raid, a-a month ago...an-and we won, but...they wouldn't stop! They wouldn't stop!" She sobbed into his chest. His claws stilled by her ear as he caught a whiff of her scent beneath the grime and grit. There was a certain hint of something in her scent he'd only caught once before, just before he and his ex broke up. Just a few months before he was blessed with his Pickle's presence in his life. His stomach churned and his blood boiled.

That...That was not allowed by the 'Pact of Packs', an edict written up early on in Beelzehaven's existence so that grown Hellhounds could keep tabs on the Packs' territories and sizes. So that no one would stumble across a dead Hellpup in the street. So that Orphanages wouldn't have to worry about an influx of newborns left by hypocritical Pack-living parents. It was added to Beelzehaven Written Laws and any Pack worth their salt wouldn't tarnish that reputation – the only fucking thing they had – by breaking it. Only registered Pack members could act on it if it was broken.

This would be acted on, Seven Sins as his Alibis, it would be acted on.

"What Pack?" Naruto asked lowly. He pulled back and put his hands on the Pack Runner's shoulders. "Maureen. Look at me." When she did, he had to fight to keep his fangs from being bared again. It wasn't her fault that he was infuriated. That he could easily put his puppy in this unfortunate pup's shoes. "What. Pack."

"...Eastbrook Eaters..." Naruto went still and she whimpered when he growled. "...They...Scavie tried to bring it up to Baracus...No one would...would listen...th-they thought I..."

"You were trying to get a hold of me to get help?" She nodded. Naruto nodded back and cupped her face. "Good. Good girl, Maureen. That is exactly what a Number is for, to get help when your Pack can't. ...I am so, so fucking sorry that I wasn't there after it happened. Do you remember any names or faces?"

"...every last fucking one..." She whimpered. She closed her eyes and more tears started to fall. "I can't stop... They're all I fucking see, Naruto."

"I'm sorry." Naruto stroked her head and then pulled the periwinkle pup into another hug when she started to cry again. As she sobbed into his shoulder, he rubbed her back and glared at the window of his office. "It's gonna be okay, Maureen." His eyes flashed and he ran through a myriad of plans in his head as he calmed the Pack Runner down. "You don't have to worry anymore. I'll take care of it. I promise."

(Now: Greed, Knolastname Territory)

The apartment they were holed up in was derelict and smelt of rotten...everything, frankly. Where he crouched with a set of thermal-binoculars in hand, Echo Two, the rapid response team's skull-masked wolf-like Hellhound, pulled his signature balaclava up to rest just under where the tip of his nose would be visible, and spat out a black glob into the corner of the room. On his other side, monitoring the audio-bugs that were planted by a freelancing infiltrator that was dealt with afterwards, was a Shiba-Inu-like She-Hound that glared at him.

"Fuckin' A, E.T., could you just not?"

"Bite me, Riza. I'm not in the fucking mood." Echo Two grumbled as he pulled his mask down. He growled and readjusted himself in his seat as he watched a short-tempered, crimson-skinned Imp yell at several shark-like demons. "By the Sins, I will never understand these Greedy fucks. All this fucker does is bitch and moan while he makes shit business deals and keeps basically all the fuckin' profit for himself. Why the fuck are they followin' him for fucking spare change?"

"There you go, that's Greed in a nutshell. A bunch of idiots that don't even know how to count unless its summed up as 'a lot'." Riza mumbled. She winced and pulled one headphone off of her ear. "Yeesh. All that shouting for a fucking miscount of pocket change. These idiots are just the fucking messengers, save your ire dipshit."

"Eradicating this scum can't happen soon enough." Echo Two grunted. He pressed down on the PTT that was installed in his thick kevlar collar that he tucked his mask into. "Echo Leader, Echo Two, check in, over."

"Go ahead, Echo Two, over." Kaine's voice chirped over the comm.

"Echo Leader, verify: Why the fuck are we wasting our time in this shithole? Over," Echo Two said. He growled when a smaller paw shot out and cuffed him on the ear. "Fuck! What?"

"You know what that was fuckin' for." Riza growled back. He narrowed red eyes at her, but held his tongue as there was an amused answer over the radio.

"Echo Two, I verify: Because I fucking told you to. Over."

"Echo Leader, Roger. Out." Echo Two snorted. He let out a heavy sigh and Riza glared at him.

"Just sit there quietly and watch the Imp have a fucking aneurysm over a hellpenny," she growled. "If we're lucky, maybe this stupid little shit will give himself a heart attack or some shit."

"It would be more fun to desecrate a grave and then pick these fuckers off one at a time." Echo Two grumbled. He growled and tightened his grip on his thermal-binoculars. "Make 'em feel the same way we did on Euthday. The fuckers."

"Don't let Boss hear you fuckin' talk like that." Riza warned. "He's already denied four different of Freelancers and cut ties with three fresh bloods–"

"Yeah, yeah, I heard. He doesn't want anyone to use it as an excuse to actually go wild." Echo Two huffed. "We should just come down on these shitheads hard and fast."

"They'd scatter in the wind and be able to come back stronger. There's a fuckin' reason we're sitting here spying on them, E.T.," the smaller Hound said. "We've got to keep an eye out for–"

"Wait, shut up, someone's pulling into the drive. Is that–? Oh, shit, it is." Echo Two pressed on his collar again. "Echo Leader, Echo Two, Over."

"This better be fucking good, Echo Two. Over."

"Echo Leader, you'll never guess who just pulled up, Over." Echo Two shook his head as he watched through his line of sight. "Riza, hear anything yet?"

"No, who the fuck are you losing your shit f–? ...Wait...I know that–Oh. Oh, shit!" Riza started growling as she scrambled for a pen and started taking shorthand notes. "I can't fucking be–! Those fucking little idiots, don't they have any fuckin' loyalty?!"

"Doesn't seem like it."

"Don't keep me in suspense, Echo Two, over."

"Echo Leader, the Serpent's Fangs just rolled up to join the party. Figures, four total spotted." Echo Two relayed as his grip on his binoculars tightened enough to strain the material they were made of. "I say again, The Serpent's Fangs just rolled up to join the party, figures four total spotted, clad in the Pack's jersey colors, over."

"Fuckin seri–?! Acknowledged, Echo Two. Hold overwatch and await further instructions, over."

"Roger, Echo Leader, over and out." Echo Two snarled and shot up from his seat, knocking the chair over and practically across the room. "Fuckin' – No, that can't be–Dammit! That sonovabitch!" He slapped his paw to his neck a third time. "Echo Leader, Echo Two! Echo Leader, this is Echo Two with immediate priority relay to Homefront! I say again, immediate priority relay to Homefront, over!"

"Begin relay, Echo Two, over."

"Echo Leader, bounty mark identified, high priority target. Target Name: Kabuto Yakushi. I say again, bounty mark identified, high priority target. Target Name: Kabuto Yakushi, over!"

"Verify, Echo Two. You have eyes on High Priority Target?"

"I Verify: I have eyes on High Priority Target. Scale-line ink on right side of face, mangy grey coat, sickly hunch, Over."

"...E.T., are you absolutely sure that it's him?" Kayne's unprofessional question was asked softly.

"It's him, Kay. I'd stake my fuckin' chew on it." Echo Two growled back. He glanced at Riza, whose teeth were bared. She met his gaze even as she nodded. "Echo Leader: Audio confirms. Vocal recognition and verbal acknowledgement recorded. It's him, over."

"...Hold position, wait on orders, Echo Two. Can you identify or describe the vehicle used, over?"

"Standby, Echo Leader." Echo Two narrowed his eyes as he filtered through lens types. "Echo Leader, vehicle model looks like a Cheap Rumbler, I say again, vehicle model looks like a Cheap Rumbler, over."

"Echo Two, I read back: vehicle model is a Cheap Rumbler. Verify, over."

"I verify, Echo Leader, over."

"Roger. Hold position, Echo Two. Relaying message. Over."

"Roger that, Echo Leader. Over and out." Echo Two grumbled. He looked at his partner on this assignment. She snapped the pen she was using to take shorthand notes and her eyes flared a bright red as her lips pulled back to reveal her fangs. "Rizz?"

"They've got something cooking in Sloth." Riza growled and her eyes squeezed shut. She dropped her face into her paws. "Shit...They're talking about - about moving fuckin 'merchandise' and 'specimens'. Fuckin worthless souls–! They're talkin' about movin', sellin and working on puppies, E.T., and I can't–He never stopped, I fuckin knew he wouldn't! That's why I left the fuckin BHPD–!"

"Hey, hey!" Echo Two put his binoculars down and crouched down beside her as her eyes welled up. He put a hand on her back and pulled the headphones from her ears. The hand he had on her back slid up and cradled her head, before it guided her into a platonic nuzzle. "We'll get him for sure this time, Riza. You trust Kayne, Deimos and me, right?"

"...More or less...Yeah." Riza sniffled as she leaned against him.

"You trust the Boss?"

"Absolutely."

"Then you know we'll get him. That we'll put him down. Right?"

"...Right. Right." Riza sniffed and wiped her paws over her eyes. "I just...Fuckin Hellpups have it so fuckin' hard already. Why's it so wrong for us to want them to be left the fuck alone?"

"Because I don't know if you've noticed, Rizz, but Hell fuckin' sucks." Echo Two joked. She let out a light laugh and he smirked beneath his mask. His claws scratched the back of her head. "I'll give you one minute to recompose yourself. We can switch off."

"The fuck we will. Your shortpaw is trash."

"Piss off, I can fuckin' read it–"

"Barely."

"Tsk, fine. Torture yourself some more. See if I give a shit." He scoffed and stepped away to resume overwatch. He went back to watching the High Priority Target, the traitorous Pack, and the Greed Crime Family head. They were still meeting, likely hashing details out over their unsavory and very irritating business.

"...E.T.?" Riza glanced at him as she picked her headphones back up. "You wanna get drinks after this assignment?"

"Yeah, why not." Echo Two huffed. "But if we wind up fucking, you're not getting my mask off."

"Kinky."

(Pride, I.M.P. Main Office)

After a wonderful Thursday night and a more than decent Friday, the young She-Hound got a lift from her boyfriend's home on Saturday morning. Spending a full day in his house was...pretty chill. The Squirt, Himawari – "Hee. Ma. Wah. Ree." The lavender puppy happily pronounced it slowly for Loona when she asked how to say it properly while she signed the tiny purple cast that was still on her arm – was pretty cool for a puppy when she wasn't hyped up on post-fight adrenaline or sugar. The adorable little runt liked to play card and trivia games more than play pretend or have tea parties like Loona had initially feared she would.

Loona was surprised to learn that she found the trivia games she was dragged into actually kind of ...fun. Not a chore, not trivial indulgence, or too childish for her to enjoy. It turned out to be quite revealing about the four participants. Himawari was an avid little bookworm – she dominated questions about literature; Loona hadn't heard of half of the things this puppy had read – and her father hid a secret history 'nerd' side she hadn't expected to be introduced to. Loona herself hadn't realized how much she actually knew about Hell's modern culture or music, she dominated the two categories whenever they came up. Finally, there was the perverted old Hellhound that the Squirt affectionately called 'Grump' – who unfortunately insisted on sticking around to, as Naruto dryly put it (and notably wasn't disputed), 'mooch' off of his grandson's wealth and preserve his own – was surprisingly knowledgeable about the few various sciences Hellborn cared about and the ecosystems of the Rings they thrived in. Beers and snacks were shared, with the puppy being given a small amount by her father via his first bottle, to get them through the game.

After the afternoon of games came dinner in the form of a large pizza order – that was arguably the best pizza she'd ever had – which, when all was said and done and it came time to clean up, the old Hellhound dipped out. Once the dishes and garbage were dealt with, Himawari pressed for a movie, and somehow Loona wound up acting as the puppy's chosen pillow while she snuggled up against her new, warm and comfy boyfriend.

Did she expect to spend two hours getting invested in the first installment of the puppy-focused, extremely gore-heavy Flayer franchise? No, not at all, but she did. The heavy metal soundtrack had all three hounds bobbing their or air jamming at one point or another. The story was surprisingly not crap – "I think it was some Sinner's passion project, because humans blew it, or something?" Naruto shrugged when asked. Himawari was too engrossed to comment and adorably shushed or growled at them whenever they started whispering. – and the effects were about as good as effects could get for one of Hell's films. The lack of gratuitous sex was also a surprisingly welcome reprieve. Loona had watched way too many movies in her early teens that she thought were decent only to find out it was just porn later.

Did she force her boyfriend to promise not to talk about any tears that may or may not have come out when the protagonist's pet Queef named 'Daffodil' got sacrificed in a stupid, over-the-top, slow-motion sequence by the Abyssal Order's clerics in a backwards ritual to summon The Virtuous Icon for the final battle? Yes, she absolutely did. She had a reputation to protect and all of Pride – if not other Rings – already thought she had an STD thanks to her idiot adoptive father. She wasn't going to let anyone know she cried at Daffodil's death, and no Squirt, it doesn't make her feel better that you were crying, too.

Helping Naruto put his tuckered out daughter to bed was a close second to being the highlight of the night. The puppy tried everything to get another hour or two to stay awake, and almost worked herself up to tears as she did. It wasn't until she gave Himawari a very awkward hug – on Loona's end, anyway – and a promise to stick around until after she woke up in the morning that the puppy let her father put her to bed. Watching the exchange between her boyfriend and his puppy ignited a new, instinct-focused fire in Loona that had her dragging him into his room once the puppy's door was closed.

They didn't break any records that night, but it was different than their first night. They weren't as hungry, not as nervously eager – as if one screw up would blow the whole thing – in their motions. They were more familiar with each other's bodies, and it was mostly because of that that Loona was able to get Naruto to knot her before she had her first orgasm of the night. Maybe it was because she knew he'd be used by the Sin of Gluttony the following night and wanted to beat the bitch at something, or maybe it was because her instincts were screaming at her to let this male do whatever he wanted, but regardless, for the second night in a row, Loona let her boyfriend go bareback without care or concern of the consequences. She woke up in his arms again early Saturday morning with a pleasantly sore pelvis and some feeling in her legs, but not much.

A quick, fun protein heavy breakfast with Himawari was followed by a ride back home to Pride in her boyfriend's sleek, black Surgat WRX-24. The smooth ride in the sedan was unlike anything she'd ever been in. Himawari insisted on giving her another hug and started to whine when Loona started to open her apartment door. A text from her boyfriend later confirmed that Himawari couldn't wait for their next 'sleepover' and Loona felt that stupid weird vice-like feeling in her chest for the rest of the day.

It kept her mind off of what her boyfriend did...until Sunday morning rolled around. Loona spent the day smoking, drinking, ignoring Blitzø's hungover bitching and looking over her Sinstagram account that she'd essentially ignored for the weekend. Thankfully, and slightly disappointingly, she didn't miss much in the rings.

Unfortunately, Monday came far too fast for Loona's liking. Which meant she couldn't drink, as much or openly, lest she give some Sinner fucker the wrong idea. It was one thing to want to have a sip, it was another to think she was going to let herself get roofied. This also meant that she couldn't ignore the most annoying part of her job.

"C'mon, Loony, just tell me where you were and you can have this good-good yum-yum tweat…" Blitzø held a stupid mass-produced cookie cut in the shape of a dog bone up. He added a stupid voice as he made the cookie dance. "Tell Daddy where you were, Loony-Toony and you can eat me!"

Loona didn't even look up from the magazine she was reading. Well, really she was only reading it for the piece on Euthday – it had an interview with some no-named bitch that made a mint on dressing like a slut or something – since Naruto had been tight lipped and evasive about his plans to get back at the cause of the attack. She didn't bother asking on Friday, but yesterday when she was a little tipsy and tried to get feedback on what fucking a Sin was like over a phone call, she had broached the topic. He shut her inquiry down so hard it sobered her up, then said that Beelzebub's "hot and ridiculously fucking tight" and that's all she got out of him on that subject before Blitzø barged into her room and started to annoy her.

Like he did now.

"Not fuckin' happening." Loona drawled. Her phone buzzed and she ignored it to finish reading the useless article that she thought would be insightful – why did she trust anything that came out of Pride, again? – before she rolled up the magazine and shoved it into Blitzø's mouth. "Here, get rid of this for me."

"Gaaahr, lslslskfh!" Blitzø choked and gagged as he stumbled away and Loona pulled her phone up. A message from Vortex? Huh, she wondered what he wanted. If it was a hookup offer...actually, no, she was still kind of sore from Naruto on friday.

(GF is throwin a party 2nite, u in?)

Loona blinked and shrugged. She didn't have any other plans. Naruto was busy playing nice with W.T.F.'s noble sponsors, so he'd probably not want to go. ...She could still ask, maybe. She shot off a text to her boyfriend asking just that.

(In BAF meeting rn)

(can try 2 b there)

(Might b ded b4 den)

(Have fun!)

Loona smiled and her tail wagged, happy that her boyfriend wasn't trying to keep her home while he couldn't be with her. She lifted an ear when she heard Moxxie and Blitzø arguing about some job or another. She rolled her eyes and then sent Vortex an affirmative. She got a location and time that she forwarded to Naruto, before she started thinking about her clothes for the night. There was that red number she was saving for a rainy day...but all she had were the shorter leggings that she wore now to wear with it.

Well, if nothing else, Naruto will probably like it. He really liked her overly-white legs.

"My boyfriend is a weirdo." Loona muttered with a small fond smirk.

AN: Shorter chapter today, just to get a timeline back in order. And because somethin I ate isn't agreeing with me. Oh, how I wish I had a Hellhound's stomach...Don't-don't take that out of context.

Also, Kabuto survived the Hunt? ...That slippery fucker!

Thanks for reading, all!