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I have NO idea what I just wrote, so forgive me if this drabble doesn't make any sense? 8D

And I'm so sorry that this is so poorly written :(




"Lycanthrope situation in Sector 10A-FS94, Unit Violet have surrounded the perimeter, Units White, Gold, Ruby on standby. Mutiple targets have been detected-"

Yokoo tuned out the crackling voice coming over the intercom. He didn't need to hear the rest of the message, he already knew who the targets were and what he had to do. He closed his eyes, raising his face to the cool night wind. The dense forest all around them would have easily thrown off anyone else, but Yokoo easily found them. Kitamitsu. Taisuke. Miyacchi and Yuta, but their scents were a little farther away, intermingling with a new, slightly unfamiliar smell. Nikaido.

"Yokoo-san?"

Yokoo turned around to see a pale figure standing behind him, shivering slightly not out of cold, but out of nervousness. The new conscript - or more accurately, the Organization's newest captive werewolf fighter - was young, barely out of hs teens; Senga Kento had been transformed just a few years ago. A mere boy, by Yokoo's standards.

"It's them, isn't it?" Senga asked shakily, ashen-faced. "The... people Nika went with."

Yokoo nodded silently.

"Will we have to hunt them-" Senga suddenly broke off, eyes wide and shoulders tensing up.

Yokoo sensed it too, and a moment later, a uniformed officer appeared right behind Senga. Yokoo barely paid any attention to it any more, but Senga still visibly flinched at the sight of the small black device in the man's hand - the remote that activated the shock collars Yokoo and Senga were forced to wear around their necks.

"It's the Kitayama pack," the officer said shortly, as if Yokoo couldn't already tell from the scents in the air. "The Organisation wants them dead, and now that they've finally turned up again in the city, they're sending all the manpower we can spare. Of course, it should be a piece of cake, unless..."

The man stopped and turned around to fix Yokoo with a dark glare. "Unless you let them escape, again."

Yokoo deliberately looked away. He had used to run with that pack, a long, long time ago, until the Organisation had captured him and forced him to join them, hunting down his own kind. Kitayama and Fujigaya had been his closest friends after his transformation, and he had loved Fujigaya dearly, even more than his human family he had left behind. The last time he had seen them had been two years ago, when they had been caught rescuing a couple of newly transformed young werewolves - Senga and his friend, Nikaido. It had been a very close call; Nikaido had managed to escape with the pack. Senga hadn't been as lucky.

A sharp, stinging shock of electricity suddenly shot through his neck, running through his spine in wave of fiery pain, and Yokoo doubled over with a gasp. The officer was clearly annoyed with Yokoo's stubborn silence, and waved the remote in his face.

"Listen up, werewolf," the man spat, "I'm sending you in first. You have ten minutes to locate and round up the targets, and then the rest of the officers will move in. Am I understood?"

Yokoo spared the officer one last filthy glare (the way Kitayama would have done, he thought fondly) and before the officer could recover fast enough to shock him again, he transformed.

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Lightly running on all fours across the cold dirt and grass, Yokoo enjoyed how every little sensation was magnified a hundredfold by his wolfish senses: the cool air in his fur, the smell of the little wild flowers, the pleasing wetness of the damp leaves, but above it all, the smell of his friends, his old pack.

He found them with hardly any trouble at all. Kitayama and Fujigaya weren't even transformed, sitting around a small pit into which Kitayama was idly shoving dried leaves. They still looked the same, exactly how Yokoo remembered them, not even worse for the wear from living outdoors, in the wild; they could have strolled down the busiest streets in the city and nobody would have given them a second glance.

"What," Yokoo began, but then decided that communication would be easier in human form. A second later, all traces of wolf were gone, and a very human Yokoo stared down at his old friends, suddenly lost for words.

"You stink of humans, Yokoo-san," Kitayama said casually, but his wide, relieved smile was genuine. "It's been a long time, how have they been they treating you?"

"But- what are you guys doing here? Weren't you going to hide away in the mountains?"

"We're making a campfire," Kitayama deadpanned, gesturing towards the leaf-filled hole in the ground. "No, you idiot-"

Fujigaya stood up, dark brown human eyes flashing the silvery grey of his wolf form. "We're here to rescue you," he said quietly. "All of us, Miyacchi and Tama and Nika, too. Where's Senga?"

"With the rest of the officers, they don't let him run on his own, not yet," Yokoo responded, mouth suddenly dry, "but-"

And then Fujigaya was suddenly hugging him, and Yokoo was hugging him back, and suddenly, somehow, Yokoo knew that everything was going to be all right. But still, there was the problem of all the werewolf hunters out there, waiting for them, for him. The thought sent chills up his spine, and he broke away from Fujigaya, worried.

Kitayama easily read his mind, like any true alpha would, and he broke into a grin, a grin that made Yokoo suddenly very glad that Kitayama was on his side. "Don't worry, Wataru," he said slowly, already beginning to transform into his wolf form, "Nika's a fast learner, and he's very good at hunting."