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Top Gun Second Gen | Chapter Six

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I groaned as I rolled over in bed, shutting my eyes tight in hopes it would stop the blaring beeping of my alarm clock. Rolling over, I noticed that the sun was beginning to rise just outside. A neon red '6:00' was read against the black screen of the clock on the night stand, as I managed to press the button allowing for silence.

Contemplating my decisions, I began to walk through the house and to the kitchen. The house was cold, and dark where the sun's rays had not yet penetrated the house windows. It was clear that Bradley was still asleep, and honestly I most likely would be too. But today was my suspension day, and I know I was supposed to take it to 'think about what I did wrong' and 'improve'.

Truth be told, I don't think I did anything wrong. Sure, violence was wrong blah blah blah, but Jake needed to be knocked down a few levels. I rubbed the remaining sleepiness from my eyes before opening the fridge to grab the bacon and eggs. I had decided to pay Bradley back for when he cooked breakfast, doing the same for him.

It wasn't long after I had finished the bacon, and was now working on the eggs, that the brunet male had woken up. I heard him stir around the house, but thought nothing of it until I had placed the eggs onto a plate. "Oooh, bacon." I heard him say, as I felt his chest against my back, his arm sliding around my side as he grabbed at the red piece of meat.

Blood rushing to my face, I chose that it would be best to focus on the plates of food before me. "Morning." I smiled, turning around before patting him on his chest, taking my plate of food and going over to the living room to sit before the television on the couch.

"So, what are your plans for your big day off?" Bradley asked, sinking himself into the large armchair. I mocked offense, pulling the fork that was once holding scrambled eggs out of my mouth, placing my hand on my chest in my mockery.

I swallowed the food in my mouth before responding. "Lieutenant Bradshaw." I gasped, "How dare you insinuate that I am taking my suspension as a day off. I'll have you know I am taking it very seriously." I insisted, before laughing as he looked at me with a 'yeah right' face.

"I'm gonna have a beach day with Penny. I called her last night. Help around the bar a little and then chill on the beach." I spoke seriously, after finishing off my breakfast. I eyed Bradley suspiciously, a grin on his face as if there was some joke I wasn't aware of. "What?"

"Oh nothing." he trailed off, finishing his breakfast and bringing the plate to the kitchen. I stood up, following him with my own plate and placing it in the sink. "Right then." He nodded at me, smiling to which I could only return.

"Alright Lieutenant Bradshaw, don't go crashing your plane without me." I grinned, cheekily.

"No ma'am, I wouldn't dream of it." He winked, walking out the door.

It wasn't long after that I followed Bradley out the door, headed to the Hard Deck bar. And after a few hours of good old stock and inventory with Penny, it was her and I on the beach. The nice crashing waves, the hot sun matched against the cool lemonade, my eyes fluttering between paperback pages, the football hurling towards my face- wait.

"What the-" I spoke, diving out of my chair, my book abandoned to the grainy sand beneath me. The brown leather ball fell behind me, as Penny looked spooked herself, clutching her book to her chest, eyes wide.

"Sorry Rebel!" I heard Hangman's voice call out. My brows furrowed, looking to the shoreline to see the Top Gun crew, and Bradley's stupidly smug grin at me. I narrowed my eyes beneath the sunglasses that ultimately hid my gaze.

"You alright there?" Maverick's voice rang out, the ball collected underneath his arm as he offered a hand to me on the floor. I swear I could see Penny staring at him out of the corner of my eyes.

I took my dad's hand, and pulled myself up from the sand. Brushing the sand off, I then crossed my arms, looking at him angrily. "You play beach football, on the one day I'm suspended?" I asked, angrily.

His grin only widened as I could stare at him with mock anger and shock. "Sorry sweetheart." My dad smiled, patting my shoulder before going back to the beach. I shook my head, pulling my forgotten about book out of the sand. Shaking the sand out, I huffed before returning to the lounge chair next to Penny.

Placing my book in front of me, I looked over the book to see my fellow pilots playing beach football. My face hidden behind my book as I smirked at Bradley, who had just scored a touchdown and was mocking Hangman after chest bumping with Payback.

Maverick had left the game a few moments before, opting to sit next on the other side of Penny. I jumped when I realized there was a shadow casting over the three of us. We all looked over to see Admiral Simpson. "Captain Mitchell."

I gulped, watching the two. "Admiral Simpson."

"Care to explain what we're doing out here on the beach?"

"You told me to make a team, Admiral. That's what I'm doing." Dad returned, staring back at his team, beer in hand.

"Lieutenant Mitchell." I jumped again, still holding my book as I looked nervously over at the Admiral, my eyes still hiding behind my sunglasses.

"Sir?" I asked.

"There a reason you're not playing with your team? And maybe why your book is upside down?" He asked, arms folded as he too, alongside dad looked out the sea.

Shit. I flipped my book over, then placed it down onto my thigh. "I'm suspended, after yesterday, Sir." I explained, also looking to view the sea and pilots playing football.

"You're suspended from flying for the day, Lieutenant. Not team bonding. Go get out there and teach one of them how to actually throw a football." Simpson mocked, before walking off.

A growing grin formed on my face, as I looked over to Penny and dad almost for approval. They both nodded, and I placed my sunglasses and book in my chair, rushing over to the pilots after kicking off my sandals.

Cheers were heard from the team as I laughed, grabbing the football from Coyote before Hondo could whistle to start the next round.

"Alright Mitchell, games on." I heard Hangman beside me as I smiled and shook my head. The whistle blew shortly after, and we were off. I sidestepped Payback, who was running at me before throwing the ball to Phoenix.

Natasha had a good run with Hangman on her tail, and I ran as fast as I could- in jean shorts, atleast- to the madeup endzone. "Phoenix!" I yelled, jumping up.

Her reflexes were fast, the ball now hurling towards me. But I was ready this time, catching the ball mid air. The whistle from Hondo signalling the score resulted in cheers, but my joy was short lived as I saw Bradley lunge towards me.

His arms connected with my waist, and I soon felt my back hit the somehow hard and wet sand. Letting out a graon as I opened my eyes, looking up at Rooster.

I could only offer a grin, as Bradley quirked an eyebrow at me. His arms on either side of me, pinning me to the ground. His biceps glistening from the sun and sweat highlighted his dog tags that dangled near my face.

Not sure if it was the beers or the moderate heat exhaustion to give me a boost of confidence, but something did. "Y'know, usually when you pin girls down like this you buy 'em a few drinks first."

He raised both of his eyebrows at this, his aviators that would usually cover whatever mischevious look he had in his eyes long abandoned. A smirk took over his place before he replied, "I think I've bought you more than enough drinks by now," he paused, as his breath caught on my face, him lowering his head closer to mine before whispering, "And usually girls who are pinned underneath me are wearing less clothes." He winked, grabbing football from my hand and jogging back to the group for another round.

I sat up, blood rushing to my face again before yelling out at him again, "Asshole!"

"You're just mad you got tackled!" Fanboy's voice rang off as I stood up.

"Come say that to my face, Fanboy!" I teased, a smile evident on my face as we all got ready to startup again. And we did that, over and over. We played the game until the sun set and Penny practically kicked us off the beach, insisting we all go home.

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west-tokyo-incidents · 8 months

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She told Paresse first, Halloween was getting too close.

"I mean, you're mine now." The sloth just shrugged, "I don't care that you used to fuck an old band mate."

Fusataro laughed softly and nuzzled into his chest, "It's... a little more complicated than that. He's Takuya's brother. He originally covered for his brother. When Takuya bit me, be convinced me not to tell Hiroki and to bite him so he could be part of the pack."

"...so you bit Hiroki?"

She nodded.

"But he's with Takuya's pack?" Paresse sat up a little.

A hesitation, but she nodded again. Paresse heaved a sigh, "Why?" Werewolf dynamics were... definitely odd.

"He knew Hiroki wouldn't expect it from me, used me to turn his brother against his will. Hiroki was mad, but as long as I was part of the pack, he tolerated it." She clicked her tongue, "Until I broke the band up. And broke up with him. When Takuya chased me out, he stayed behind."

"Sooo... he stayed behind because you betrayed him, even though he doesn't have bite-loyalty to any of them?" Paresse gently ran his fingers through her hair.

Bite-loyalty was such a contested effect. It's a real thing, feeling instinctively loyal to the one who bit you. But there's a lot of discussion about whether it's inherently better to be with your sire's pack. Paresse doesn't believe in it, but it's such a strong feeling. As much as he'd like to say he's with Fusataro of his own will...

"That's why he tried to warn us."

"Probably. It's also why he thought I was the head of the pack, since Rage was bit by me, too."

"They follow the Alpha shit, don't they?"

"Yep."

Of course, this all came out to the others soon after. Mizho suggested trying to get Hiroki on their side, but the idea of adding someone entirely detached from the douji to their pack quickly died. They did, thankfully, agree to just chase him off with the others. Once Takuya was dead.

Besides, it's likely the death of his brother would send him off anyways.

They definitely knew the day Takuya found out Fusataro was part of the pack. The scent-marks were not just masked, but ripped up. More than once, a rock flew through one of the windows of the beach house. The thrower would be gone before Rage or Vice could get out to chase them off.

If they were caught now, it could become a legal thing, and getting arrested before the full Halloween moon wouldn't be ideal. So they seemed content to attack from afar while the house was occupied.

Fusataro was surprised Takuya never made an appearance to yell at them or try to chase them off.

Paresse and Fusataro leaned up against each other on Halloween, flipping through the pictures Jealousy had sent of Fusako and the twins in Halloween costumes. The sun was starting to set, the whole pack out on the beach. To an outsider, it would just look like they were all hanging out. Three couples all tangled together as they chatted away the last rays of the day.

There was a nice chill in the air as soft oranges and deep purples took over the forest.

Rage pressed a kiss to Mizho's cheek and gently nudged her off of him as he pulled his jacket off. The brain-fog wasn't as strong as normal, but it was still there. Vice had already devolved into gentle love-growls and whining as Kia playfully teased him and rubbed at his shoulders. Paresse groaned low in his chest. The aches were starting to get worse, the last warning before they would change.

After a few minutes of bursting pain and yelps, five wolves picked themselves carefully up out of the sand and shook out their pelts.

Kia gently pet Vice's head before she changed herself--albeit more painlessly--and took to the sky.

Without a sound, Rage took off after her, listening to her occasional chitters. As he moved... He felt static under his paws. He could think more clearly. After a few moments, the woods became easier to traverse. Paresse was realizing he could use his noh as well.

Rage bared his teeth in a snarling grin.

This was going to be easy.

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The smaller of the two blonde wolves fell further and further behind.

Something felt off. He wanted to shake it off. It was just because he was about to fight his sire's pack and that stupid instinct was affecting him...

That's all.

Takuya tripping earlier had been just because of his excitement for the battle. The woods were no different...

Were they?

A storm was rolling in. Not that he could see any clouds, but he could feel the air pressure shift and smell the ozone of striking lightning. Odd that there was no thunder.

He shook his head and sped up as he heard his brother growl at him to keep up.

Something darted by overhead. A little chittering noise.

Huh. That bat was flying awfully--a branch snapped--low...

A snarl ripped through the forest and white suddenly collided with his brother, throwing them back and past Hiroki in a massive of fur and fangs. He yelped and whipped around to help, hearing other bodies collide with their other two packmates.

So fast?? How?

They weren't even a mile out from their home base! They weren't even half way to the beach house!

He leapt on top of the other pack's 'Alpha', teeth gnashing and finding a hold on his scruff.

It felt like biting onto a live wire. Something collided with his side and he was knocked off of the wolf attacking his brother. He scrabbled to his feet, only to find himself face to face with another blonde wolf. She was missing an eye.

"--been fighting longer than you and I have been alive--"

He yelped as she bit down onto his snout and tried to rip himself away, but she lifted him back and up, slamming him onto the ground. Something cracked. He clawed at her throat, but her fur was thick, and long. She just held him down. She didn't let go until he went limp, but even still, she kept her paw on his throat.

She snarled in his face, even as blood pooled in his mouth. He kicked his legs up underneath her, suddenly, sending her flying back and tumbling into the dirt. He clawed his way back to his feet, hackles raised as he watched her get up, too. What the hell was she doing? She should have killed him just then--

He turned to look towards him brother, pitifully outmatched by the smaller, more agile head of this invading pack. How did he move so fast??

He hears a yelp and his eyes snap to the side. He doesn't have to even think to identify Fusataro separately from the other black wolf she's fighting with. They're both attacking the largest member of their pack, who'd just flung Fusataro off and against a tree. Another flash of white, and he saw Fusataro's mate clashing with the fourth member... Who's fangs were already stained with blood, his paws looking like they were made of bark.

"--This isn't a fight you can win.--"

"--stronger than Takuya could imagine--"

A snapping snarl came from the wolf in front of him. She was stalking closer to him, his blood dripping from her maw. He lifted his lips to snarl back, but his jaw hurt. Oh. That's what cracked.

He wasn't going to be able to bite like this, much less eat if she got a hold of his snout again. He started to pant, throwing his gaze back and forth across the patch of forest that had become a battle field. He lowered his head, backing down...

But that was enough. She lunged, snapping her jaws, and he turned and ran.

And ran.

He heard someone yelping bloody murder.

And he finally heard thunder; the deep, rumbling roll of a howl over the territory. Another joined it.

He heard his other two packmates running nearby. A third howl rose. The fight was over.

The fourth howl had him faltering. Had something in his chest burn to howl along. Fusataro.

He clenches his mouth shut, no matter how it burned.

The fifth burned worse. It must have been Fusataro's new mate, one he turned directly.

...

What the fuck were they?

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It was over. With a sickening snap, Takuya fell limp.

Rage let his head hit the ground and turned to the rest of his pack, licking his lips. He'd heard Mizho chase off the brother. He lifted his head.

And howled.

The last two wolves looked around, and saw themselves alone.

Vice howled along with him, immediately giving in to the impulse to howl with his sire.

They fled, running after Hiroki. Maybe he'd lead the trio, now.

Mizho lifted her head and joined along, even going so far as to lift her front legs off the ground a little.

Fusataro huffed, looking around. Looking for Hiroki's body, probably. When she didn't see it, she shook herself out and howled along.

Paresse joined her.

It felt like something was missing. And she knew what it was. But it was like losing a ring into a raging river. She was never going to get it back.

After a moment, the howl stopped, and they shook themselves out. Rage, Paresse, and Vice all seemed almost giddy, starting to play fight and wrestle. Their first big battle since they were douji. Fusataro couldn't help but wag her tail at them.

Paresse broke off, play-bowing at her to try and get her to join them. She flicked her ears back. She was favoring one of her legs. It had gotten between the ground and her opponent in a bad position once.

Truthfully, they were all a little worse for wear as adrenaline wore off.

Chittering from above, and Vice broke off from Rage, who just play-whined at him, but let him go, only to immediately begin up another play-fight with his mate. Though less aggressive.

Later, they'll dig up a grave and bury Takuya in it. They'll run through their territory and remark everything, letting other nearby packs know this territory was claimed. Maybe they would try and take more land for themselves in the future. Maybe Hiroki would try and come back, clash with them again. But it wouldn't be tonight.

Tonight, they had a home. Tonight, Mizho and Rage would scout for a place to dig a den for the spring. She and Paresse would hunt across miles of forest, not just one or two miles. Vice would do the same with Kia, helping her find her food for the night and enjoy her Halloween powers.

Tonight was one to enjoy, now.

#ress writes #werewolf au #YELLS #ok im semi-happy with it #not then ending #but the fight for sure.

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