Disclaimer: Bonesboy15 doesn't own Helluva Boss or Naruto. The following is a written work of fan-fiction. It contains adult language and situations. Reader discretion is advised.

TW: Tower-esque Disaster Described. Never Forget.

Who's That Father?

Line In The Sand

(Then: Beelzehaven, Wild Things Facilitated Main Office)

Given the size of the new company, new hires were often warned they would be pulled from 'active' or 'rest' roster to help with or learn how to keep their offices in top form. Either from old janitorial hounds, maintenance workers or even the occasional cleaning lady. Some laughed at what they had thought was a joke while others' interests were piqued by the requirement of employment. Hot-blooded and arrogant younger Hounds that hadn't made a name for themselves yet often quit when their turn came up, and older hounds, a rare few who yearned for a way out of the mercenary life, capitalized and volunteered where they could for the 'simpler' and 'easier' jobs. Then they would be brought in by the foreman, and they'd have to swallow their pride to admit their mistake. Most on staff tended to just do as instructed, like the good boys and good girls they were.

The founder's plan for the building was very detailed and precise, but his method of tackling its renovation needs proved to be the most effective. Like any smart Merc, they started at the bottom and worked their way up. However, each floor has its own challenges, some came down to restrictions and mobility issues. Others...involved unexpected variables.

Amongst the third floor renovations, many tarps and ladders were strewn about. The Hellhounds assigned to assist working on it were normally a much neater and cautious bunch – any fuckups on their part came out of their pay, of course they were cautious – but one of those unexpected variables had caused them to stop all work, turn off all power tools, and run around like a bunch of chickens with their heads chopped off. Why?

The two-year-old puppy giggling as she toddled across an old beam no longer covered by the ceiling tile. Or drywall. Or anything, really. It was just one lonely half-meter wide rusted beam...a bit over twenty-five feet off of the ground, depending on where one stood, as half the floor beneath it was missing. The structural beam was held in place by old rivets that had desperately needed to be replaced five years ago.

"How the fuck did she get up there?!"

"Oh, you know, she probably sprouted wings and flew – Who gives a fucking shit?! We need to get her down!"

"Who the shit is on Puppy Duty today?! I just wanna have words!"

"I bet it was fuckin' Mitch! Fucker always tries to get out of it so he can go to a club!"

"Hey, fuck you, man. I'm on site today!" The affronted Mitch, a Mutt of a Hellhound huffed as he crossed his arms. "Well, we know it wasn't any of the She-Hounds, those bitches get their tails in knots over the little shit – yipe! Hey, watch it, bitch!"

"Oops, sorry Mitchel." A large female Painted Dog-like Hellhound growled down at him. "Tripped over my knotted tail."

"Would you two stop flirting and help us get her down?!" Rex snapped, before he gestured at two Imps – one a rotund short king with short rounded horns and the other a twig with two straight horns – that were watching the beam intently and circling under it as best they could. "Even Payne and Panik are being more helpful than you two!"

""We're not flirt–!""

"Chase, oh thank fuck." One of the larger hounds sighed in relief as the petite golden-labrador breed of Hellhound ran in, her surprisingly generous chest exposed by what some would call a risqué unzipping of her catsuit. Her light red eyes were already up on the giggling puppy, even as the larger hound continued speaking. "We've been texting you for twenty minutes!"

"Yes, and some of us were actually busy with doing our fucking jobs!" The she-hound growled. The room felt their black hearts plummet toward their stomachs when the puppy started to lean over an edge mid run, trying to catch sight of the dimwitted twin imps that were circling beneath her in an effort to catch her should she fall. The long-ranged specialist grabbed at her chest when the puppy righted herself. "Beelzebub's Appetite...How the fuck did she get up there?"

"We don't know!" Rex groaned as he grabbed his head and whined when the Puppy started to jump along with the imp that were pantomiming the action to her. "No, you fucking morons! We don't want her to jump down!"

"Why am I surrounded by a bunch of simple-minded mutts–? Kodiak, I need a boost!" Chase barked at the largest Hound in the room. He nodded and crouched so she could clamber up and straddle his shoulders. She growled when she heard the tell-tale sound of a large tail wagging. "Don't get any ideas, fatass. You're not my type."

"Yeah, and I don't like runts like you, either, but you smell nice. What, were you in a meeting with Boss and Big Boss or something?" A sharp elbow cracked him in the side of the head. "Ow, shit!"

"Yes, but in case you have forgotten, we have bigger concerns right now!"

"Fuck, alright, just don't kick me." Kodiak rumbled as he walked her over to the beam. The Puppy squealed and her tail started to wag like crazy upon seeing Chase's face pop up over the edge as she carefully rose up to balance on Kodiak's shoulders.

"Hello there! What are you doing, troublemaker? Are you playing? Oh, yes, c'mere, lovely girl. Come to Auntie Chase." The She-Hound cooed as she beckoned the exceedingly excited puppy toward her. Just as the pup started to toddle across the beam, a rivet shot out of its socket and the beam jerked out beneath her. The puppy yelped as she finally lost her balance and Chase's eyes went wide as she tumbled over the edge toward the side with a further fall. "No!"

"I got her!" "I got her!" The twin Imps Payne and Panik ran into each other and landed in a heap, several feet away from the falling pup's potential impact with groans.

"Beau, throw me!" Rex barked at the tall Mastiff-like Hellhound, who nodded, grabbed the white Hellhound and tossed him without hesitation. Rex held his arms out and wrapped around the puppy mid-air. He hugged her tight to his chest and twisted so that he landed on his back, and slid across the ground to a stop. He – and the other mercenaries – sighed and looked at the wide-eyed puppy in his hands. Her eyes started to water and he grimaced. "Oh, shit. No, no, c'mon, kiddo. Uncle Rex got'cha, didn't he? Please don't-!"

"Daaaa-Deeeee!" The puppy howled with her head reared back. While Chase and the other two she-hounds present immediately went to comfort and console the sobbing pup, every other Wild Thing Mercenary present turned their attention to the elevators. They waited with held breaths as fifteen seconds went by. Then thirty. A minute. Then two.

"Maybe... Maybe he didn't hear her?" Mitch whispered at the three minute mark. As if on cue, the elevator on the far right lit up with the top floor's number and started to descend. They all let out a collective groan. Mitch threw his arms up. "Whelp, we're boned!"

"Just had to jinx it, didn't you, Mitch?" the Painted Hellhound snarled.

"Oh, fuck off back to the Badlands of Wrath, Kaine!"

"Why don't you come fucking make me?!"

The elevator doors' ding stopped the scuffle before it could start and a narrow-eyed, nineteen-year-old, eight and a half foot tall Hellhound stormed out. Every hound in the room was dead silent as he walked past to the crying puppy in Chase's arms. The she-hound in question didn't even put a fight up when he took the sobbing puppy from her.

"It's okay, Pickle. Daddy's here. Shh, I've got you. " He shushed the hiccuping puppy as he cradled her close, nuzzled her face and rubbed her back. He strode back toward the elevators, soothing her sobs with pets and sweet nothings. Once he cleared the crowd, he stopped. He didn't turn to face them. He didn't raise his voice. He spoke at an even level, with an unbridled fury that bubbled beneath it, and a sensation akin to Death itself gripping their souls sent shivers down the entire group's spines.

"When I find out who let this happen...Pray to the white-cloaked bastard Himself that I don't come after you."

He got back in the elevator and left without another word, his focus on the sobbing pup. The mercenaries in the room all let out collective breaths and started to grumble amongst their peers. Rex was helped back to his feet by Kodiak, and the two shared a knowing look. Whoever fucked up this badly was dead, no two other ways about it.

"...Oh, for fuck's sake, Chase! Could you at least try to contain your Lust?! I can smell you from across the room!"

"Piss off, Buster!"

So began a massive brawl that earned everyone involved a docked pay.

(Now: Wild Things Facilitated – Main Office)

The smoke hadn't cleared yet, but his arms were going to give out. He could only manage this much weight for so long.

"C'mon, wake up. Bitch, it's time to wake the fuck up..." Naruto growled at the unresponsive Sin beneath him.

The force of the explosion had launched Bee from her feet, as it had him, only she hit her head on the corner of his desk when she landed and dropped like a sack of bricks. Whether she was unconscious or extremely dazed, he wasn't sure, but he managed to land with only a sore shoulder – dislocated? Broken? He couldn't say – in comparison. When he heard the groans of the building around him, the same sort of groans that he'd heard from being near failing structural integrity on the occasional sabotage gig, he knew he had to act fast. Naruto covered the Sin with his body as the roof of his office caved in. Air ducts, drywall, plaster, ceiling and roofing tiles piled down onto him and were quickly followed by the structural metal frames that made up the ceiling and roof. Barely an inch kept him from squashing the Sin beneath him with his weight along with the crap from the roof. His ribs and back ached, his head throbbed, but he ignored it and kept his muzzle away from Bee's still oscillating hair.

Shit, he was essentially pinned to the Sin of Gluttony in a prone doggy-style – which wasn't horribly uncomfortable, just mildly so due to the way his adrenaline-caused erection was pinned between their legs – it wasn't a terrible way to die, but not preferable.

Buried beneath the rubble, Naruto grit his teeth and struggled to press the red button on the side of his watch. He finally managed to press it. Word was sent out to every active W.T.F. mercenary that they were under attack. Two hundred of the baddest, strongest, and deadliest Hellhounds across the Seven Rings would either converge on the Main Offices or cut their losses and burn the associated gear before they started anew, as contracts demanded. Contracts that were upheld by Lucifer's Will, so they would be obeyed.

Either way, now comes the not so fun part: Waiting.

Himawari better be okay. Naruto snarled under his breath from the ton or so of ceiling that he was keeping off of the Sin of Gluttony. He kept his mind on his puppy. His eyes shone as he continued to snarl and he tested the weight against his back, barely managing another inch before something dug into his spine and made him yelp. He closed his eyes and whimpered as he felt the digging sensation turn into a puncture. Shit…You have to be okay, Pickle. Please be okay, Daddy's going to come for you.

"Uhh, fuck. Who's the dead fucker that pulled the party foul of rushing the hostess?" Bee grumbled as she rubbed her head and started to rise. Naruto hissed as the act squeezed his red rocket between them, and the Sin froze. Bee reached around and started to feel up his arms. Her ass started to grind against him, which while it felt nice, was not exactly helpful. "Well, hey there's a big guy. If I knew you were this kinky, maybe I would've actually started a fight for your cute puppy."

"I didn't hit you – Shit..! Could you fucking stop for a second and take a look around?!"

"Yeah, there's a bunch of crap," Bee tittered as her ass pressed against his groin and he had to swallow spit. "Reminds me of my party in Eighty-Six, really rocked the Realms with that one. Got a cease and desist warning from the Big Guy Upstairs and everything! Great times."

"Anti-Christ, please, stop...Tell me you can get us out of this." Naruto grumbled around a wince as the thing piercing into his back slid down another millimeter. He swallowed a snarl when Bee leaned her back up against his chest and reached around to pull his head down enough to rub against hers.

"If I do, what do I get?" She purred while her hips rolled again. Fuck, those were some fine buns sandwiching his rod.

"Fuckin' depends on how long it takes," he growled as she stroked his jaw. "Next two minutes? Whatever the fuck you want, but if you drag this out, probably just a fucking crisp high five because I'll be fucking paralyzed at best!"

"Yeesh, chill with the negativity, Na-Ru-To."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I have something piercing me in the fucking back! It kind of makes me really fucking irritable."

"So...no anal?" He snarled at her and she laughed. "That's fine, it's been a few days since I got a good pussy pounding. Oh, I just figured out why Vortex's got a thing against creampies! Huh, and here I thought he just liked the taste of his own spunk."

"I officially know too much about Vortex's sex life." Naruto deadpanned. Bee laughed and carefully turned around underneath him before she locked her upper arms around his neck and the lower set under his arms. She pulled herself against him, pressed her chest to his – that's not a bad set of tits...what? Again, he wasn't dead. Yet. – and she rubbed his jaw.

"No, you don't," she snickered and leaned in. "It's not like I told you how I finger him to get him off."

"You didn't have to, I found that out during a fucking 'mandatory' guys' night." Naruto deadpanned which made Bee blink.

That night, in hindsight, sucked: his closest friends-slash-employees – and Vortex, who was struggling to find work outside of low-tier bouncing at the time – all thought he was too stressed – he was, just not from the work they all thought he was doing; Himawari had an ear infection and he spent hours out of the day to take of her before coming in to the office for an hour or two – and tried to get him a hook-up at a fucking bar. Not even a good one, just some random shitty Rave Town dive bar. As if he didn't know every bitch in that part of town was damaged, toxic or clingy – all three ineligible for him to risk bringing home. They did this thinking he couldn't get his own fucking needs taken care of.

When arguing against their 'infallible' logic didn't work and threats just weren't coming to him because he was too busy trying to figure out what his puppy's illness was, he swapped his drinks with water when their backs were turned and took all the freely offered blackmail with him to the next day and beyond. Their own mistake was thinking Naruto didn't have 'Game' – he did, he just didn't see the need to use it while his puppy was sick – when, at the time, his and Roxanne's deal was still pretty good, so the fucking joke was on them.

"...Okay, huh. Got me off guard. That's new." Bee grinned at him and pushed her muzzle against his. "Super hot, too. Let's capitalize on this Vibe."

"Do you have an off switch?" He deadpanned.

"Do you have an on switch? I'm usually in someone's fuckin pants by now." Bee deadpanned back.

"I have a fucking ceiling stabbing me in the back."

"...What's your point?"

"What's my–? Anti-Christ. Okay, fine, how's this then? I've just started seeing someone and we haven't gone over the whole 'sex on the side' thing yet." Naruto growled and let his lips curl back. "You willin' to respect that?"

"Tsk, that stupid fuckin' 'As Above' shit always kills the Vibe!" Bee groaned and then wrapped her legs around his waist. She tilted his head down and pushed her forehead against his while a very demonic pair of red eyes stared into his blues. "Do you not want to have sex with me?!"

"At this moment? No. Any other fuckin' time?" Yes, but he refused to give her the satisfaction right now while he had a giant metal pole stabbing him in the back. His eyes narrowed. "...I guess it really depends on the situation."

"Fuckin' semantic, cheeky – Do you think you're fuckin' cute?" Bee scowled. Dammit, he had an autopilot answer for that that will definitely get him killed by the Sin if he says it. Could he stop himself from saying it? Probably not. Would he be willing to before it slipped out if he could? Probably not.

"Bitch, I'm adorable."

"...I hate that I can't argue against that." She grumbled. Well, that's flattering – Fuck! That's his dick! Something is squeezing his d...Oh, wait. Never mind, he knew what that was. Bee is squeezing his dick! He hissed and cracked his eye open to look back into the Sin's eyes as she grinned at him. "You said if I get us out of this, I get whatever I want, right?"

"...I also said that if you take too fuckin' long I might become a paraplegic." Shit, he might just become one on fuckin' principle!

"Alright, well, you can tell the little cutie bitch – yeah, she's a little treat, don't know her name yet, but I will – that the Sin who owns your soul." Bee dragged her tongue up the side of his muzzle to his ear. "Also owns your fuckable hot body."

"Nobody owns me." Naruto snarled and pulled his head back. Denting the collapsed AC unit was totally worth the concussion getting away from her tongue. "Try again."

"Uh-uh. That's my offer, Na-Ru-To. Either I get all of this..." Bee squeezed his dick again and pulled his head down to force her lips on his. Her tongue broke into his mouth and traced over his canines before she let him pull away. "Sweet fuck, you taste good...Either I get all of it...or she can have half."

"So I dick you down or I become paralyzed, is that it?" Naruto asked flatly. He swallowed most of a whine that almost burst out of his throat as the ceiling debris shifted again. Fucking ow!

"Pretty much." Bee grinned and rubbed his jaw again. "I'll even let you keep seeing your little cutie on the side. Maybe we can bring her in for some three-way fun."

Bitch, if he hasn't gotten there yet, what makes her think he wanted her to get there?

"Isn't Vortex your fuckin' boyfriend? What's he think about this?"

"Doesn't matter. I never said I was exclusive. He's just one of my favorite 'chew toys'." Bee shrugged as her grin grew while he had to re-examine everything he knew about the Sin. "I'm the Sin of Gluttony, Foxy, and I like to sample many, many flavors. Sometimes all at once, sometimes one at a time."

"...Again, I now know too much about Vortex's sex life." Naruto growled and closed his eyes. He yelped as the debris dug further in and something slid fast into the back of his ankle. The pain fueled rage and he snarled. "Fuck! Fuck, fine! Just get us the fuck out of here!"

"There's a good boy." Bee purred and planted a kiss on his nose. "B R B."

Her form didn't 'liquify' but it did become more...honey-like. It slunk away and slid out from where it hung onto him – Naruto swallowed a groan when the golden substance ran over his cock and balls; the bitch definitely did that on purpose – and disappeared. His arms trembled, his left shoulder throbbed, and he slowly lowered himself from the 'raised' plank to get away from the metal piercing his back.

Mistake.

The ceiling and roof debris, aided by gravity, followed after him all at once. Before he could be utterly crushed, there was the sound of visceral tearing and it felt as if gravity reversed. In two seconds, the weight crushing his back and the debris piercing his spine was gone and he collapsed to the floor of his office, panting as the adrenaline rapidly wore off. His vision went blurry and a tiny pair of black and yellow paws came into his line of sight.

"Fuck, Foxy, I thought you were exaggerating...My bad bro." Bee didn't sound too sincere, not that he expected her to, and she chuckled. Something stroked down his neck and he'd relax into it if he could feel anything below that other than pain. "Oh, well. You're mine now, Na-Ru-To. Lucky for you, I take care of my toys and can fix them if they break."

Oh, that bodes poorly. His vision needs to not go black. Do not go black! Stay awake! He has to find his puppy! He has to find his Pickle!

"...Pickle..." he mumbled before his eyes drifted fully shut.

(Beelzehaven, Business Boulevard)

The moment the Rally Alarm went off, he and Choji ditched their freshly made breakfasts – it paid to have a platonic life partner that loved to cook, it really did – and ran for their borrowed SUV. They initially had the morning off and didn't have to report in for briefing for another few hours. Then of course, the alert went off and they were hauling ass across the fuckin' city, so fucking troublesome. Not a single cop tried to stop them – The BHPD had been given the lowdown on the Rally Call and the Chief of Police gave them martial authority – and the radio installed was going nuts with chatter from Freelancers and Team Members alike. Some were bitching about the drill, others were asking what protocol was for incomplete assignments – abandon the job, full refunds were detailed in the request packages – and others still were reporting to whatever patched in EMS was listening.

They came to a stop a full block away from the office, traffic was impassible on the street, pile ups had started half-a block down and the Hounds that liked to think themselves as passable cops were diverting traffic where they could.

"Queen Bee's Scuffed Knees!" Choji gasped as he half-stood out of the W.T.F. SUV they borrowed. Shikamaru followed suit and stared at the smoking building he and many others cherished for turning their lives around. He felt his fists tremble and grit his teeth. He climbed back into the SUV and grabbed the radio microphone. He struggled to pull a cigarette out of his pocket with his off-hand while he also pressed on the PTT.

"Bravo Team call-in– shit, I mean, Bravo B-n-B – I mean, fuck! All Teams call back, check-in, anything, over!" He growled. He released the PTT and waited. He didn't wait long.

"Bravo, Alpha Team present and accounted for," Rex, leader of Alpha Team, sounded off. "Search and Rescue started with Freelancers Fourteen-Down Three, over!"

He had four Freelancers with him, of the mandatory twenty-one required on site every day. Why twenty one? A third of the number was seven. There were Seven Rings. Gluttony was the Third Ring. Three Sevens was a win at a lotto machine. Seven three times was twenty one. Fuck, their boss was a stupidly-clever, if superstitious, bastard.

"Echo Team relieved of Mayor Duty, en route – Echo-Two run that bitch down, I don't care if she's in the fuckin' way! Honk all you want, bitch – get the fuck off the road, grandma! – En route and accounted for, over!" Kaine's bark came through.

"Gamma Team present and accounted for!" Rios' snarl cut through the PTT. "Get them the fuck back! Scare 'em if you have to! Overseeing crowd control with Freelancers Fifteen-Up Six, over!" Seven Freelancers backing a bunch of former cage-fighters and officers? Yeah, that was going to get bloody real fast if they didn't get real support any-time soon. "Bravo B-n-B en all, be advised, we've got a lot of opportunist Packs acting up out here, guys! Be careful coming in, over!"

"Acknowledged, Gamma, Over." Shikamaru confirmed the warning.

"Lambda Team accounted for on Pup Patrol. Bravo B-n-B, Verify: Do we, uh, do we leave the school, over?" Mitch's confused growl was followed by an antsy whine. Understandable, Shikamaru wasn't a Hellhound, but he was pissed his family just got utterly wrecked. He wants to be there to help, too.

"Lambda Team, I verify, negative! I say again: Negative! Hold your position!" Shikamaru snapped. The pups would always be the one exception, as ironed out with the City Council and their own upper brass when the arrangement was drawn up. "We don't know why we got hit or how, stay on site, you're probably going to have a lot of scared parents showing up, over." He closed his eyes and went over the roster in his head. Shit. He was short a team and ten on-site freelancers. "Delta, call-in, over. ...Delta, call-in, over." He started tapping his foot. "...Alpha, Gamma: Either of you get eyes on Delta, over?"

"Bravo B-n-B, that's a negative." Rex checked in. "Search is slow going, lifts down, structure questionable. We're clearing slow and by the book, over."

"Bravo B-n-B, haven't seen 'em! – Get fucked, ya shit! – Weren't they off today, over?" Rios asked. Shit, that was right. Did they even have any comms on hand, did they take a company car or personal vehicles? Shikamaru pulled his phone out and fired a text off to their numbers. His brow furrowed and then his eyes widened as the message failed to send to any of the four registered.

"That's not possible." He muttered. Their technologically gifted – damn near savant – operative reprogrammed and modified Hellphones for every on-roster Team operative. It would take something on par with Extermination Day's emergency lock down to keep any message from getting through to them. The Baphomet looked at his best friend. "Choji, try and send a text to Reeds' and the rest of Delta, I can't get ahold of them."

"You got it." He pulled his phone out and started tapping away.

"Bravo B-n-B, Bravo Overseer, check-in, over." Chase's voice cut through the radio.

"Bravo Overseer, go ahead, over." Shikamaru answered back as he pocketed his phone.

"Bravo B-n-B, Overseer present in perch two blocks down. I was trying out the new range at East Barks." Chase mumbled. "Overseer's eyes on you, Brains. Go to channel thirty for a sit-rep, over."

"We don't have a channel thirty...And there's no range at East Barks Mall..." Shikamaru frowned. This was extremely abnormal and chaotic, almost designed to be so. He didn't like where his thoughts were going. "Choji, did you get through to Delta?"

"No go, Shika." The large Hellhound shook his head and looked at his phone. "Buster's still bedbound and will keep trying. Maybe they took the day to go Up Top."

"Or we're compromised." Shikamaru grimaced at the thought. Choji looked at him as sat back to bite on his hoofed finger. "...Delta doesn't check-in after a Rally Alarm, that's totally against protocol, but whatever, we'll give them the benefit of the doubt since this is the first time it's happened. They can't be reached by text because the message doesn't go through? That's suspicious. We've only got eleven confirmed freelancers of the twenty-one we should have on site. That's a significant amount of our on-site team that could be dead or compromised. And Chase just told everyone with a radio that she went shooting at a new range at the mall...except the Mall doesn't have a new shooting range."

"...So, she's shooting now."

"And needs support." He confirmed with a nod. He glanced at the BHPD that were apprehending a couple of Pack members nearby and his eyes narrowed before they widened. "Shit. The school's going to get overrun, cops are being diverted from there to deal with the Packs that are stirred up."

"You think whoever's behind this will go after the pups first?"

"It's the best play. Go in, take out the single team there, get as many hostages as they want and then they can move in to finish us off." Shikamaru scowled. That was too fucking smart. He sent a text off to their Intel Officer and got a single black bar in return. "Shit! Confirmed, Delta's compromised. Jiraiya's on their tails right now."

"Then it looks like we're going back to school today." Choji chuckled to himself as he switched their SUV in reverse and pulled a U-turn before he sped toward the puppy's mandatory elementary school. Shikamaru scowled before he tapped the PTT again.

"Echo Team, divert course to Pup Patrol, standby." He ordered before he released the PTT and cleared his throat. This next message had to be kept clear. "All Teams, be advised: the dinner broth is spilled and the cleaning crew is on break, go weapons free. I say again, the dinner broth is spilled and the cleaning crew is on break, go weapons free. Read back, over."

"Bravo B-n-B, Acknowledged," Rex said as he grunted. "Go, go, go...Downstairs to the first floor! I read back: Dinner broth spilled; Cleaning Crew on Break; Weapons Free, over."

"Bravo B-n-B, Acknowledged!" Kaine growled and grumbled under her breath. ""Those sorry sons of bitches – take that left, Echo-Two! – I read Back: Dinner broth spilled; Cleaning Crew on Break; Weapons Free, over!"

"Bravo B-n-B, Acknowledged!" Rios spat before he grunted and gunfire sounded loudly. "Stupid fucker, stay down! I read back: Dinner broth spilled; Cleaning Crew on Break; Weapons Free, over!"

"Bravo B-n-B, Acknowledged." Mitch sounded, his hypersensitive mic boosted to catch puppy voices in the event a recording of them was needed managed to catch the slide for his rifle and others nearby were pulled. "I read back: Dinner broth spilled; Cleaning Crew on Break; Weapons Free, over."

"Bravo B-n-B, Acknowledged. I read back: Dinner–Shit!–" Chase managed before her comm cut. Shikamaru and Choji exchanged a look before the former climbed into the back to get to their ready-gear. He came back up with a pump-action shotgun and a pistol. He checked the chambers of both weapons before he gave the pistol to Choji, who checked the safety as he kept it in hand while he drove.

"You know what? I think we should go shopping first. We'll need more eggs and probably a new frying pan." The large Bernard-like Hound said with a smirk. Shikamaru chuckled and crossed his arms around the shotgun he cradled in hand.

"You watch too many action movies, Cho. ...It's keeping you from freaking out, isn't it?"

"You know me so well, Shika."

(Wild Things Facilitated Main Office)

The first thing she felt was pain when the ringing stopped. Owie. Owieowieowieowieowie. Daddy, it hurts! Hurts hurts hurts! Make it stop!

"Himawari?! Thank Anti-Christ – Himawari, sweetie, are you okay?"

"Muh arm." Himawari whimpered and grabbed at her left arm. A grown up's paws gently cradled her – paper and ink, older, hint of lemon; Miss Priscilla – against their body and her shoulder dropped. She howled and grabbed at the injury as her eyes burned. "Mi-Miss Priscilla–! Muh arm hurts!"

"Oh, you poor, poor girl. No! No, no, no, don't try to move it, sweetheart. Let me–Yes, shit. It's broken, sweetie." Miss Priscilla whispered to her before she tore part of her sleeve. "Himawari, sweetheart, I have to put it in a sling. Its going to hurt a lot, and I am so, so sorry I have to do it."

"Wan' Muh daddy!" Himawari whined and howled again when her arm was put in the sling. "Ooowww! Daaadddyyy!"

"Oh, I know sweetie, I'm sorry! Shh, shh, shh...It's okay, it's okay." Miss Priscilla cooed at her and hugged her as best she could. Himawari whimpered and whined and looked around. They were in Mister Mouse's 'House', a bunch of expensive computer stuff filled the small office. Piled around them were a lot of shelves with very sen-si-tive 'toys' that Mister Mouse didn't let anyone play with or touch. She didn't see the pomeranian-like Hellhound anywhere, but she heard him.

"Those rotten motherfucking shit-eating waste of breath curs! My entire set-up just got fucked like a cheap date from Greed! Gah, it'll take me at least a week to get this shit all sorted out! "

"Mouse! Are you hurt?!" Miss Priscilla shouted.

"Who gives a fuck!? My set-up is trashed!"

"Dipshit, if you're hurt your set-up is useless!"

"You take that back you overgrown, oversized lanky ass crotchety rug-munching cunt!"

"Mister Mouse is a dirty mouth." Himawari whimpered around a sniffle. Miss Priscilla snorted and scratched her behind her ear.

"You've got that right. Do not repeat any of the words he says," she said and then gave her a pointed look. "Just like you shouldn't be calling your deceased mother a 'dirty bitch' in front of any Noble, let alone a Sin."

"But Roxanne–!"

"Is not your mother and she is not a member of this 'Pack' anymore." Miss Priscilla tapped her nose and smiled at her. "You really shouldn't be using such dirty language at your age."

"Okay..." Himawari sniffled and snuggled into her arms. She would normally argue that everyone else cussed all the cussing time, even Miss Loona and Queen Bee cussed! And besides that, Miss Priscilla was the one that always called Roxanne a 'thirsty Bitch'. It wasn't fair Himawari couldn't cuss, she was a big girl! But right now she didn't care if she couldn't cuss, her arm still hurt and she didn't like how the sling tugged on her neck fur. She was hungry and more than anything else: "Miss, Priscilla, I wan' Daddy."

"I'll get you to him, sweetheart. I promise." Miss Priscilla whispered before she looked up and away from her. "Mouse!"

"What?!"

"Can you get through to anyone? I lost my phone in this mess!"

"What the fuck do you think I've been doing?! Sitting around with my thumb up my ass?! I'm trying to fix my fuckin mic-system, it's a fuckin' warzone outside!"

Miss Priscilla's fur bristled a slight bit and Himawari whimpered. She wanted her stuffed Bee, she wanted Grump, she wanted her arm to stop hurting, and she really, really, really wanted her Daddy. Daddy would make it better, Daddy always made it better.

"Miss Priscilla, I wan' Daddy."

"I know sweetheart, I know." Miss Priscilla gently stroked down her left ear, but stopped before she got to the right. She leaned in and sniffed at Himawari's head. It stung a little and made Himawari whimper. Miss Priscilla pulled back with a grimace. "Oh, no...Okay, Himawari? Honey? I need you to brace yourself, this is going to hurt. Probably a lot. I'm so sorry."

What was–? Ow! OW! OWWWWWW!

"DAAADDY!" Himawari recoiled away and howled as something stung on the back of her right ear and it felt cold and sticky and she just wanted it to stop!

"Oh, I know, I know, I know. Shh, shh, I'm sorry, Himawari. I'm so sorry. I had to check the cut, sweetheart. Fuck. Shh– Mouse!"

"BITCH, I'M WORKIN' ON IT!"

"..ouse..!?"

"Oh, thank the spiteful fuck!" Miss Priscilla sighed and shifted around. "Rex! Rex, we're in here!"

"Unc' Re-he-hex!" Himawari sobbed. "Da-ha-ddy!"

"...Silla...juries..?!"

"I'm fine, scuffed and bumped, but Himawari needs medical attention!" Miss Priscilla raised her sleeveless arm and knocked it against the shelves piled above them. "We're under here!"

"...ight, on our way!" There was muffled cursing and grunts as Mouse's stuff was moved about. Himawari curled into Miss Priscilla as one of the hounds let out a yelp and there was a loud crash that hurt her ears. When they reflexively flinched back, she whined and tried to reach for the stinging sticky cut that hurt so, so much!

"No, no, no, don't touch. I know it hurts. I'm sorry," Miss Priscilla said softly as she stroked her hair and left ear.

"Hey, you ungraceful lugheads! Careful with that shit, it's expensive–!"

"Mouse, we will fucking replace anything that's broken, get the fuck over yourself!" Miss Priscilla snapped. "Rex, come on! She's got a cut on the back of her head!"

"We're movin' as fast as we can! Fuckin'–!" Uncle Rex cussed and swore a lot after another crash. "Anti-Christ, Mouse, this place is a fuckin' dump!"

"Hey, I don't come into your house and diss your shit!" Mister Mouse growled.

"Boys, not the fuckin' time!" Miss Priscilla barked as she stroked Himawari's left ear. She shivered at the touch and curled into her current caretaker's arm. The that's shelf above them creaked and groaned as it was lifted up.

"Push, Kodi! C'mon! Yeeeaaah, Rex, you're clear!" Mister Richie, one of the 'Free Lancers' that worked for Daddy and Miss Priscilla, helped Uncle Kodi lift the shelf. Himawari whined and whimpered even as her tail wagged. Uncle Rex popped up beside Uncle Kodi and held his arms out to her.

"Hey there, Pickle! Oh, look at you then. Our poor Lil' Pickle, all banged up and bruised." He crooned as Miss Priscilla helped her get into his arms.

"Unc' Rex, I wan' Daddy!" She whimpered as she was tucked into his side. Her good arm clung to his chest while her legs curled up to her chest.

"I know, Pickle. I know. We're gonna get you to him. You're being so brave, he's gonna be right proud of you. Pris, you good?"

"I'm good, Rex. Thanks, Andros." Miss Priscilla sighed as Mister Andros, a Pitbull-like Hellhound that started working for Daddy last year, helped her out of the pile of shelves..

"Alright, civs clear. Ready?" Mister Richie asked.

"Now!" Uncle Kodi snarled as he and Mister Richie let the shelf fall. It crashed with loud, loud bangs that hurt her ears and made her curl even further into her Uncle's side. He sniffed at her head just like Miss Priscilla did and she whined when the cut she now knew was there was blown on and stung.

"Oh, shit. That's gonna scar, fer sure." Uncle Rex hummed before he chuckled and stroked her good ear. "You're a tough and brave little bugger, Pickle. Gonna be right up there with the rest of us one day, ain't ya?"

"Mm-hm. Unc' Rex, I wan' Daddy."

"I know, love. I know. Payne, Panik! You two get Mouse?!"

"One short-tempered, tech-savvy shrimp accounted for!" Auncle Payne chirped.

"Get your fucking red claws off of me, you non-gendered shitlord, I'm fuckin' fine!" Mister Mouse snapped.

"Mostly! He's short a limb. Doesn't help with his height much." Uncle Panik added.

"Fuck off!"

"Good, that's the seventh floor clear." Uncle Rex rumbled as he turned back to Miss Priscilla, who held her arms out. No, no, no! Himawari knew what was happening and she loved Miss Priscilla as much as any of her aunties or uncles, but she wanted her Uncle Rex right now! He was the fastest, he could get her to Daddy fastest!

"No, Unc' Rex!" Himawari whined as she was handed back to the older She-Hound. Uncle Rex smiled at her and gently scratched her left ear.

"I know, Pickle, I'd love to carry you, but we gotta get you back downstairs, and I need both of my claws to protect you and Miss Priscilla, right?" He leaned in and bumped his nose against hers. "Be brave, kiddo, yeah? Can you do that for Uncle Rex?"

"O-Okay." She whimpered.

"There's our good girl." Uncle Rex smiled before he turned away and pressed a button on the radio collar he had. "Gamma Team, Alpha Team, over."

"Go ahead, Alpha Team, over."

"Seventh floor cleared. Three VIPs secure. Two need medical. Be advised: One's pediatric. Read back, over."

"Fuckin'–!" Mister Rios, the nice big Markiesje-like Hellhound that gave her the hug after she got picked on by Aslen a few days ago, snarled over the radio. Himawari flinched at the sound of gunshots. "I read back: Three VIPs secure, two need medical, one pediatric. Over!"

"Correct, Over."

"Wilco, over! Xav–!" Mister Rios' voice cut off and Uncle Rex looked back at them.

"Alright, we're heading back down slow and careful. Pris, stick close to me and Kodi. Payne, Panik, try and stay in the middle. Richie, you and Andros hold up the rear." He instructed. Uncle Kodi nodded and stepped up beside Miss Priss as they started making their way out of Mister Mouse's House.

The second they got out, the roof collapsed and Himawari started to sob. She wanted her head and arm to stop hurting. She wanted her stuffed Bee. She wanted her Grump. She really, really, really, really, really wanted her Daddy.

(Now: Greed, Knolastname Manor)

A door opened and a tall thin demon strode in to stand behind a large chair set in front of an active fireplace. The occupant of the chair flicked his cigar ash into a tray before he took another puff.

"Is it done? Did we erase that dumb mutt from the fuckin board?"

"Our hired help says the missile hit dead on."

"Good." A golden tooth gleamed in the firelight. "Now we can get back to proper business. How much did that set us back?"

"...Three million, Boss."

"For one in-Ring missile launch?! Fuckin A, you used to be able to buy a fuckin six pack combo meal with that much!" The raging Boss rubbed his face.

"Our associates have fallen on hard times, Boss. They lost a companion to the mutt's elusive snitch."

"Sonovabitch, this is why we gotta get into Gluttony! Pretty much fuckin' everything is stored there!" The crime lord growled as he rubbed his face. "How soon can you get me an invite to the Mayor's next shindig?"

"We may have to give it a couple of days, Boss."

"Bah, fine. The sooner this happens the better. The Hound Smuggling business is booming right now after that shitter stopped blocking investigations into it," The Crime Lord snorted as he stared into the fire with a disgusted sneer. He looked down at a ticket in his hand for the Coalition of Kings Tournament from five years ago. "Everyone wants to raise the next 'Wild Thing'...We should've put that fuckin' mutt down after he cheated me of that big cashout win. I mean, how the fuck does a runt like that beat a roided up Hellbeast?!"

AN: Whoo...That sucked to write. Took two days, had to take a mental break for it between.

Things only get more interesting from here on out.

Thanks for reading!