The life I thought I left | BxB Furry

Chapter 2

The sabertooth turned around, his golden hair shaking slightly as he rests, I smiled happily and take a large step forward, enveloping the sabertooth in a tight hug. "AZUMA!" I say even happier, soon setting down the smiling sabertooth.

"How are you, Michael?" Azuma asks, his Ugandan accent coming through. His white and red fur ruffling slightly as he shakes himself before punching my arm. I look up and notice a scowling bartender and chuckled slightly, realizing I had been quite loud in my greeting. He also notices the bartender and shrugs it off, sitting down at the bar, I join him.

"Y'know, I didn't expect to find you at a speak-easy, but a more public bar...maybe. Why are you here?" I ask and Azuma seems content.

"It's a work thing I-... I'm trying to find my brother. I have...had a meeting, but the man I was meeting up with blew me off for some more important matter, so I thought while I was here I'd blow off steam and drink for a bit...just a bit though." He says, blushing slightly. I squint my eyes towards the end of his sentence. "Okay maybe some more than just a bit, this might be my fourth bottle of gin - but you get the point."

I nod and finish off my own drink, setting down the glass of now mostly water and little alcohol, I sit back against the counter, Azuma joining me to look over at the sea of people, my glowing eyes taking one glance before I turn back to Azuma. "Hey, you wanna go out in town? I do have some other errands to run." I ask.

"Sure, I'd love to bother someone other than the bartender tonight," Azuma winks as he sets down some cash for the drinks.

I walk to the entrance and exit with Azuma, smiling as we walk together, I pull out my phone after a buzz, noticing a text from my sister.

We're out of milk, pick some up on the way home.

It reads and I groan, pocketing the text of my homophobic sister. It was difficult living with my sister, especially since she hates my guts, but I also can't just leave her out on the street...it would go against my morals, much less basic human ethics when it comes to family.

I look around before looking back at Azuma. "Yo, corner store, let's stop in. Kinda need to grab milk for 'The Bitch'" I say, and Azuma nods quickly, heading inside.

"Not gonna lie, completely forgot she existed," Azuma laughs. It didn't take long to find the milk, and I walk up to the counter, looking at the clerk, I then looked down at Azuma and snicker, then go back to the cashier, handing him ten bucks. "I'll also take a pack of camels please," I say, gesturing towards the pack of cigarettes. It had been a rather occasionally hobby since I worked for USSIDA. I always did it at home, and never carried them on me, a hobby I only took part of if either I was having a horribly stressful day, or someone else asked if I wanted to grab a quick smoke outside. 

I and Azuma eventually make it back outside and he looks at me quickly. "What was so funny back there?," He asks and I keep walking, he soon catches up. 

 "Nothing...I just kinda realized your height compared to me, even though you're actually taller than most." I say, he looks at me oddly and I put up my hands in mock surrender before I come upon the parking lot I parked at and smile. 

Azuma turns to me with a hop in his heel and he hugs me, I hug back joyously before he waves off, taking off down the street towards the apartment complexes, I get in my car and start the engine, sitting back in my seat, I look over and someone sits in the passenger seat, a figure with a metal mask over their face, I jump and grab open the middle compartment, soon pulling out an H&K USP."Who, the fuck, are you?" I ask slowly, the gun aimed to the cloaked furs neck, The figure's body covered in all black, with a vest strapped to their chest, and a backpack on their back, they take a finger and push the gun away before speaking in a deep, growling voice, a voice modulator from the mask, without question, and a familiar one at that.

"Melancholy? USSIDA? Really...a military speak-easy fit with enough physiologically trained and counselor fit bartenders to calm down even people fitted with the worst Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and yet you still yell. I know Michael, your not very discrete." The figure says and I look at them curiously, I drop the gun. 

"You're with USSIDA?" I ask and he nods slowly before the figure sets a folder in my lap. 

"What's this?" I ask, opening the folder to reveal a group of familiar people, a wolf with multiple different colored swirls, a fox with impeccable fashion sense, an antlered figure with a small yet kinda stocky, a tiger -tall and buff with cyan swirls, and another figure, similar in build to the last, he was a sabertooth like Azuma, with similar green eyes, yellow and red swirls, and had a buff body structure, which got me thinking, but I snapped out of it quick. He looks more like a leader, as a pack leader. 

"They matter why?" I ask and the figure points to the first person, the wolf with all the swirls on him. Look kinda like tattoos, until I notice something that looks like him, but it's all colored, one red, one blue, one green and yellow but that seemed to be all. I look at him close and my eyes widen. 

"Holy shit that's...Baskin Desiro,...the D.J. from high school?" I ask and the figure nods, which gets my mind going, but I didn't carry much into it.

"They've kinda...popped off...no one knows where they went, or where they plan on going, but boss...The Organizer is worried, and we need them found. Now USSIDA understands you're not actually on duty, so we're giving you the compensation to use all your past available resources and weaponry, and you will be paid. Generously."

The figure pushes the passenger's side door open and steps out, ducking down. "You start in two days, Michael. We hope to see you at headquarters...you know where to go." They say before closing the door with a slam, I watch them walk away, then just plain disappear, resting my head back on the seat, I look back down at the pictures. What is Blue doing, and why does the United States Secret International Detective Agency need me specifically?