Tamed--1

HAHAHA I’m writing another story. Nothing can stop meh nao! D
I went to my sister’s friend’s house the other day and they had a dog and then, when the owner started playing around with him, I got an idea. “DING OMERGERD I GOTTA WRITE A STORY ABOUT SONIC AND SHADOW AND STUFF.” And yep.
So…on with dah storeh!~

Tamed

Chapter One: Unfortunate

The black hedgehog ran a hand through his quills and sighed, his back slumping as he walked through the streets of Station Square.

GUN was starting to expect more and more from him, and it was starting to annoy him and wear him out. Sheesh, even the Ultimate Lifeform has limits!

With a decent throbbing in his head, he realized that he had taken the wrong turn and walked into an alley somewhere. Turning around to go back, he heard some clinging noises, like the lid of the trashcan being knocked off and onto the ground. Then, he heard something scratching against something hard.

Too tired to turn around to look, the hedgehog let out a groan and kept on walking. ‘Probably another wild cat looking for food in the trash…’ he thought, not paying much mind.

As he walked towards his house, more and more people started staring at him. What’s with those looks? He’s been living here for more than four years now, he had settled down somewhere on the edge of the city so he could have a nice scenery and also easy access to the city.

So what was extraordinarily different today?

He ignored all the glares, the pointing of fingers, and the murmurs of surprise. All he wanted to do was to go home and crash onto his bed. Or wait. A sofa sounded good enough. All this stress and extra work was taking a toll on him. Maybe he was imagining all the looks people were shooting him. Was he really tired to that point?

But all his questions were revealed when he got back to his small little house on the edge of the city. The moment he opened his door and walked in and was about to shut it again, dirty dark blue fur covered in mud, dirt, garbage, and stinky odors was in his face.

“What the…” he blinked once and the next thing he knew, he was on the ground with the blue thing on top of him, its green eyes staring into his red. “…hell.” His brows scrunched together as he felt the thing’s heavy breathing on his face. The dirt that had gotten caught in his fur wasn’t too bad. But the smell, oh Chaos, it was terrifying.

Taking the thing off of him and standing up, he took notice of the shape of the cobalt thing and noticed that it was a dog. A…wolf looking dog-ish dog. A…dirty wolverine-ish dog. Yeah. That’s what it was.

Rubbing his eyes and running his hand down his face, he waved his hand at the dog, telling it to go away. “Shoo.”

The dog stared at the hand and watched it go back and forth with fascination. He panted and huffed and grunted, sitting down, making it very obvious that he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

“Go away,” Shadow said. “I have nothing for you here.” He held a hand to his hip and pointed out the door.

It didn’t move and sat there panting, still looking at the hand.

With a frustrated growl, he left the dog by the door step and going over to his sofa, collapsing down on it. Once his back touched the cushions, his mind went blank and forgot all about the dog.

…That is, until he felt the familiar weight on him again, along with a odd wetness on his face.

He reluctantly opened his eyes…to see the animal sitting on him, its nose touching his, and its tail swishing back and forth, brushing over both his legs. Two seconds passed before Shadow growled at the dog. “Look. Out the door. I don’t need a smut here in my house. I already have enough stress, so scram.” Not even caring how stupid he sounded talking to an animal who probably didn’t understand him at all, he chased the dirty dog towards the still open door. “Go and don’t ever come back.”

It whimpered and went out the door, and then lied down right in front of him. His eyes caught light of the sunlight still outside and sparkled, begging for Shadow to keep him, let him stay.

It folded its ears back, and arched its back, looking at the hedgehog in front of him. Then, even its eager little tail dropped down and tucked between its legs.

Shadow looked him over one last time before closing the door.

Sighing, Shadow retreated back over to the sofa and sat down. “Sure does remind me of that faker…” ‘Except, Faker isn’t a dog and he doesn’t beg like that,’ his mind added. But where was said hedgehog anyway? He hasn’t been around for the last few weeks, and it was starting to feel strange without his constant bickering and cocky attitude. And Shadow, dare he say it, was actually kind of already missing the way the hero pissing him off. His adrenaline always kicks in whenever he’s around, whether it be a good thing or bad. (that’s probably why he’s always so cranky when Sonic’s there)

The dark colored hedgehog looked out the window and saw the sun’s rays slipping through the cracks of the trees out in his yard. It was the time of sunset.

Feeling slightly annoyed at how he had to get up, then sit down, only to get up again, he pinched the skin above his nose as he stood up and climbed up the stairs to his room and into his bathroom. Taking a shower to get rid of the sweat his body had accumulated on his skin during the day and the dirt the strange behaving dog had gotten on him sounded like a good idea right now. And after that, he would get a nice two hour sleep before going out for dinner. And then tomorrow he would have to go grocery shopping…

Ugh.

XXX

As soon as the mist from the bathroom had escaped into his bedroom, and the cool air hit him, Shadow went over to his bed and nearly passed out immediately after he slumped onto the mattress. Oh, the soft, comfy mattress…

And he didn’t even bother to put on any clothes other than the towel he had wrapped around his hips, loosely. His quills were still damp.

But he really couldn’t care less as his mind started to blank out and sleep consumed him.

XXX

Shadow’s eye lids fluttered open before closing them again. Arugh, the reason he hated naps…They always left him feeling dry and sore!

After a few minutes of waking up, he grabbed a nearby clock and stared at the numbers and minute hand blankly, trying to register what it meant.

…And then he saw. 8:48PM.

Muttering a long string of swear words, he got up and took the towel off. Looking back over at his bed sheets and how there was this section where it was a darker color than the rest of the sheet, he face palmed and growled at how stupid he was, how stupid GUN was, and how stupid the whole world was.

And honestly, he sure hasn’t gotten any happier when he saw the dog still lying there, with its sad eyes, limp tail, and lifeless body position.

“What’s today’s date…I’ll make sure to hate that number from this day on.”