This is supposed to be a Garou ficlet, though it has no real place in
(extra no. 1)
"No, really, he's my dog."
Duo grinned, grabbing a solid handful of Heero's ruff, pulling him against
his leg, and hoped very hard that the sheriff wouldn't ask to see his
"...Well... That's a fucking huge dog, boy."
Duo grinned some more, and petted Heero's back, which was level with his
waist. "Eh, yeah. He's a good boy though. Aren't you a good boy?"
Heero gave him a long, unimpressed look, and after a second, added a thoroughly
underwhelming wag of his tail. Duo ruffled the longer tufts of fur along
his back innocently.
"There a collar under all that fur, kid?" the sheriff asked, frowning
in a way that implied that there better be one.
"Well, there was supposed to be one at some point, but damned if I can
find it again." Duo dug his fingers straight down to demonstrate; they
disappeared in the messy mass almost up to his palm.
"Hah! Maybe it's time for a good trim." The man stepped forward, cautiously
gave out his hand to the beast, palm up. Duo worried, for a moment --
but Heero didn't miss the opening, stretching his neck to sniff at his
fingers politely. The American bit the inside of his cheek to refrain
from laughing. It figured that he'd be more polite as a wolf than as a
"So you don't keep him on a leash, eh."
Duo winced and scratched his hair, giving the sheriff a guilty smile.
"Well... I figure there are woods all around, so it's all right to let
him run a bit. It isn't as if I can keep up. Maybe if I had rollers..."
The man relaxed enough to chuckle. "You'd end up flat on your face. He's
got the instinct to pull?"
"Huh, not a Husky, then, or not a lot. With his blue eyes, though..."
"Heh. We got him a little by accident, so we don't even know what the
mother was. He's a mystery dog."
Heero snorted. Duo patted his side. Yes, yes, stop the bullshit, hurry
up and let's go, he got it. But if he cut it short, the sheriff would
"He comes when you call?"
"Oh yeah. He's very obedient. He sits and gives his paw and plays dead
and all that, too. He plays dead real well." From the corner of his eye,
Duo saw Heero give him a long, suspicious look. He was pretty sure it
meant something along the lines of, 'don't you fucking dare demonstrate.'
Duo was feeling merciful -- that and he didn't trust Heero to do it right,
or not to get his revenge later -- so he didn't. "Dad said a huge dog
like this better be very obedient, or else he wouldn't keep it."
"Your dad's a wise man." The sheriff scratched Heero's head. Heero's eyelid
twitched. Duo felt the muscles of his back tense under his hand, and dug
his fingers along his spine as a warning.
"You chain him up at night, I hope? Because if he wanders a bit, we've
got a few farmers with itchy trigger fingers around the area."
"He sleeps in my room."
The man grinned. "A huge thing like that, in your room? Hope he doesn't
sleep in your bed, too."
"Hah! No, his fat ass would break the frame."
Heero snorted and gave him a baleful look. Duo scritched him behind the
"No wandering, then? Good. It would be a shame to see him get shot."
"Oh, it wouldn't be the first time," Duo muttered. The sheriff arched
an eyebrow at him. Oops. "It was a while ago. He, err. Scared someone.
They thought he was gonna bite that girl, but he was just... saying hello.
The bullets just grazed him, though."
"I see. Still, we've got good shots around here, and they wouldn't like
him around their prize bitches. He still whole?"
Duo bit the inside of his cheek. Hard. "Er. Yeah." Snerk.
"You should see about getting him neutered, then."
Heero's ears flattened on his skull. Duo tried very, very hard not to
laugh. "Oh no! I've got lots of friends I stud him out to. Who wouldn't
want giant puppies, really?"
The man laughed with him. "Indeed. Alright, son, you can get going, but
you better keep him on a leash if you go anywhere near people."
"Will do, sir! Come on, stud, let's go. Heel! Yeah, that's a good boy..."
Heero obediently kept close to Duo's side until they were well out of
sight of the man.
Then Duo called him "stud" again. When they arrived to the campsite, Heero's
fur was tangled and full of mud and brambles, but not as bad, by far,
as Duo's clothes and braid.
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