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Summary: M-21 searches for M-24.
Notes: Eeeeh, Muzaka never left verse, where M-21 comes in. At some point. May or may not be connected to the earlier snippets. XD;
CosmicSynapse drew me some cute art, so I wrote some fic for it. ;w; Also inspired by pettyprompts' 'I howled but no one could hear me.'
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 1,003
Total word count: 15,474
Status: Work in progress
M-21 slunk down the stairs, ears pricked. This place was unfamiliar to him. He'd never been here before.
And his packmate wasn't here. Where was he?
M-21 had to find him. M-24 could be hurt somewhere, needing him.
Had to find him before something happened.
But M-24's scent wasn't anywhere in the building. Had he been taken here without his packmate?
M-21 raced through doors, trying to find his packmate, but it was all of the same. Two scents dominated the house, but there was a mixture of other animals and humans as well.
None were M-24.
Had he left his packmate behind somewhere?
No.
He couldn't have.
Empty room.
No familiar scent.
Empty room.
No familiar scent.
Why couldn't he find anything about his packmate?
M-21 whined, pacing the wall of the room he'd found himself in. There was a window that showed the dark outside, but he had to be in a Union building.
He had already pushed boundaries going through closed doors without permission. To go outside without an order was forbidden.
And the only way to get through it would be to break the door, and that was also forbidden.
He whined again, starting again, trying to find the missing scent.
Nothing.
M-24 wasn't here!
But he had to be! Had to be...
M-21 sat down heavily, limbs shaking. Was he alone? Had his packmate...?
He tipped his head back and howled.
If M-24 heard him, he would reply, or come running.
And M-24 would.
M-21 knew it.
* * *
Muzaka grimaced and looked over to the other side of the bed, but Frankenstein wasn't there. The clock said it was one in the morning and - dammit.
But then...what had woken him up if it wasn't Franke-
A howl trembled throughout the house.
Eh? That wasn't Frankenstein. Frankenstein knew where he was and didn't tend to howl anyway.
Maybe something snuck - Ah.
Shit.
Muzaka rolled out of bed and hurried out the bedroom, following the howl.
Seemed like the living room, though... Muzaka glanced at the doors as he passed them. All of them were open. Muzaka knew they'd all been closed when he'd gone to bed.
Muzaka eased the living room door open, exhaling at the wolf howling by the garden door. M-21 was smaller than Muzaka expected, but considering he'd been with the Union, it was amazing he could even transform into this form at all.
M-21 stopped howling, snapping his attention to Muzaka as soon as the door moved.
M-21 wilted at the sight of him, his ears flattening.
"Hey, sorry I'm not who you wanted to see," Muzaka said softly, walking into the room.
M-21 didn't react, staring at the floor.
"I can give ya company if ya want," Muzaka said.
M-21 slid down so he was laying down and didn't move.
Hmm.
"I'm going to make something to eat - do you want somethin'?" It would help fill the silence, and could give M-21 a reason to be interested in him.
No reaction, not that Muzaka thought there would be.
Muzaka went to the kitchen, listening for if M-21 decided to join him.
He didn't and M-21 was where Muzaka had left him when he returned.
Muzaka smiled to himself when he saw M-21's nose twitch as he sat down cross-legged in front of the sofa. Aha. Got him.
M-21 hadn't eaten that much for dinner, and the transformation would be drawing on a lot of energy right now. "My sandwich smells nice, doesn't it? You want some?"
M-21 looked between Muzaka and the plate, not moving.
"I made one for you, in case you were hungry." Muzaka put the plate next to him, where M-21 could see it.
Muzaka started eating, pretending to be more interested in staring at the wall, watching M-21 from the corner of his eyes.
He had finished one sandwich when M-21 stood up. Paw by paw, M-21 crept closer towards Muzaka.
So he did trust him...? To a point anyway.
Muzaka continued eating, keeping his hands in view. "It's pretty tasty, you'll see," he said as M-21 reached the plate.
And stepped over it, burying his head in Muzaka's lap with a whine.
...Ah.
"That's what you want, huh?" Muzaka murmured as M-21 curled up around him.
Muzaka put his sandwich down, one arm draping over M-21's body while he ran the fingers of his other hand through M-21's ruff.
M-21 wriggled, like he was trying to have as much contact with Muzaka as possible, his breathing going unsteady.
"Let's just sit for a bit, yeah?" Muzaka said, a low whine starting from M-21.
He had a feeling they were going to be here for a while.
* * *
Muzaka tilted his head back, hearing Frankenstein's footsteps through the house coming up from the lab.
"Over here," Muzaka whispered, still running his hand over M-21's head. M-21 had finally settled down enough to doze off, but Muzaka had a feeling he might startle awake easily.
He grinned as he looked at Frankenstein upside down.
"What are you doing here...?" Frankenstein asked from the doorway, his eyes going over M-21. "Ah."
"An' you?" Muzaka said. "It's pretty late."
Frankenstein cleared his throat, his eyes sliding away, making Muzaka chuckle.
"Do you think you'll be coming to bed?" Frankenstein said, stepping into the room.
Muzaka glanced down, and then shook his head. "I dunno when he's gonna transform back, an' if I move, he's probably going to wake up." And M-21 needed as much rest as possible.
"Mmm... I'll go make some tea then?"
Muzaka blinked at him. "But don't you have-" He stopped at Frankenstein's smile. "Oh. Right. Sure." Today was Saturday and Frankenstein didn't have anything important in the morning - it was why he hadn't chased Frankenstein up to go to bed earlier.
"I'll be right back," Frankenstein said, leaving.
Muzaka exhaled, running his hand over M-21's head. It would be nice chatting with Frankenstein until M-21 woke up, rather than staring at a wall for hours.
Summary: M-21 searches for M-24.
Notes: Eeeeh, Muzaka never left verse, where M-21 comes in. At some point. May or may not be connected to the earlier snippets. XD;
CosmicSynapse drew me some cute art, so I wrote some fic for it. ;w; Also inspired by pettyprompts' 'I howled but no one could hear me.'
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 1,003
Total word count: 15,474
Status: Work in progress
M-21 slunk down the stairs, ears pricked. This place was unfamiliar to him. He'd never been here before.
And his packmate wasn't here. Where was he?
M-21 had to find him. M-24 could be hurt somewhere, needing him.
Had to find him before something happened.
But M-24's scent wasn't anywhere in the building. Had he been taken here without his packmate?
M-21 raced through doors, trying to find his packmate, but it was all of the same. Two scents dominated the house, but there was a mixture of other animals and humans as well.
None were M-24.
Had he left his packmate behind somewhere?
No.
He couldn't have.
Empty room.
No familiar scent.
Empty room.
No familiar scent.
Why couldn't he find anything about his packmate?
M-21 whined, pacing the wall of the room he'd found himself in. There was a window that showed the dark outside, but he had to be in a Union building.
He had already pushed boundaries going through closed doors without permission. To go outside without an order was forbidden.
And the only way to get through it would be to break the door, and that was also forbidden.
He whined again, starting again, trying to find the missing scent.
Nothing.
M-24 wasn't here!
But he had to be! Had to be...
M-21 sat down heavily, limbs shaking. Was he alone? Had his packmate...?
He tipped his head back and howled.
If M-24 heard him, he would reply, or come running.
And M-24 would.
M-21 knew it.
Muzaka grimaced and looked over to the other side of the bed, but Frankenstein wasn't there. The clock said it was one in the morning and - dammit.
But then...what had woken him up if it wasn't Franke-
A howl trembled throughout the house.
Eh? That wasn't Frankenstein. Frankenstein knew where he was and didn't tend to howl anyway.
Maybe something snuck - Ah.
Shit.
Muzaka rolled out of bed and hurried out the bedroom, following the howl.
Seemed like the living room, though... Muzaka glanced at the doors as he passed them. All of them were open. Muzaka knew they'd all been closed when he'd gone to bed.
Muzaka eased the living room door open, exhaling at the wolf howling by the garden door. M-21 was smaller than Muzaka expected, but considering he'd been with the Union, it was amazing he could even transform into this form at all.
M-21 stopped howling, snapping his attention to Muzaka as soon as the door moved.
M-21 wilted at the sight of him, his ears flattening.
"Hey, sorry I'm not who you wanted to see," Muzaka said softly, walking into the room.
M-21 didn't react, staring at the floor.
"I can give ya company if ya want," Muzaka said.
M-21 slid down so he was laying down and didn't move.
Hmm.
"I'm going to make something to eat - do you want somethin'?" It would help fill the silence, and could give M-21 a reason to be interested in him.
No reaction, not that Muzaka thought there would be.
Muzaka went to the kitchen, listening for if M-21 decided to join him.
He didn't and M-21 was where Muzaka had left him when he returned.
Muzaka smiled to himself when he saw M-21's nose twitch as he sat down cross-legged in front of the sofa. Aha. Got him.
M-21 hadn't eaten that much for dinner, and the transformation would be drawing on a lot of energy right now. "My sandwich smells nice, doesn't it? You want some?"
M-21 looked between Muzaka and the plate, not moving.
"I made one for you, in case you were hungry." Muzaka put the plate next to him, where M-21 could see it.
Muzaka started eating, pretending to be more interested in staring at the wall, watching M-21 from the corner of his eyes.
He had finished one sandwich when M-21 stood up. Paw by paw, M-21 crept closer towards Muzaka.
So he did trust him...? To a point anyway.
Muzaka continued eating, keeping his hands in view. "It's pretty tasty, you'll see," he said as M-21 reached the plate.
And stepped over it, burying his head in Muzaka's lap with a whine.
...Ah.
"That's what you want, huh?" Muzaka murmured as M-21 curled up around him.
Muzaka put his sandwich down, one arm draping over M-21's body while he ran the fingers of his other hand through M-21's ruff.
M-21 wriggled, like he was trying to have as much contact with Muzaka as possible, his breathing going unsteady.
"Let's just sit for a bit, yeah?" Muzaka said, a low whine starting from M-21.
He had a feeling they were going to be here for a while.
Muzaka tilted his head back, hearing Frankenstein's footsteps through the house coming up from the lab.
"Over here," Muzaka whispered, still running his hand over M-21's head. M-21 had finally settled down enough to doze off, but Muzaka had a feeling he might startle awake easily.
He grinned as he looked at Frankenstein upside down.
"What are you doing here...?" Frankenstein asked from the doorway, his eyes going over M-21. "Ah."
"An' you?" Muzaka said. "It's pretty late."
Frankenstein cleared his throat, his eyes sliding away, making Muzaka chuckle.
"Do you think you'll be coming to bed?" Frankenstein said, stepping into the room.
Muzaka glanced down, and then shook his head. "I dunno when he's gonna transform back, an' if I move, he's probably going to wake up." And M-21 needed as much rest as possible.
"Mmm... I'll go make some tea then?"
Muzaka blinked at him. "But don't you have-" He stopped at Frankenstein's smile. "Oh. Right. Sure." Today was Saturday and Frankenstein didn't have anything important in the morning - it was why he hadn't chased Frankenstein up to go to bed earlier.
"I'll be right back," Frankenstein said, leaving.
Muzaka exhaled, running his hand over M-21's head. It would be nice chatting with Frankenstein until M-21 woke up, rather than staring at a wall for hours.