Housepets! X Kingdomhearts~ Hearts of The Selfless
Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2016 6:42 pm
So, Housepets! X Kingdomhearts cause why not? Initially this was my first attempt at a dedicated story, like thought out plot lines developed characters, stuff like that. Then i discovered this site exists, and gathered my courage to try and post it here so whoever takes the time to read it thanks i really appreciate it and tell me what you think cause this fic was supposed to serve as a measure for my novel writing skills.
Chapter 1
Family
'Yes I'd like to adopt a dog, please.' When I first heard those words my tail would spring to life and wag back and forth.
'Everything seems to check out, right this way Ms.' However now after the countless attempts I made in the past I just don't see the point of it.
I had just recently been transferred to this shelter, and I barely knew any of the dogs here, but I already knew staying in here could last forever if I didn't get out. Since I wasn't adopted yet I had no official name, I was given one, but I could feel that it was out of pity and not out of love.
A vast majority of my life so far has been devoted to staring at the ceiling just waiting for my chance to get out of this prison, but no one would give me that chance. Humans came and went, majority of the time carrying a dog in their arms or with their hands connected, and yet I stayed.
Once there was a keeper that stayed later than most. He was in charge of taking care of the pets to be adopted, which included me. He and I hit it off when all the other dogs just would not shut up save for me. We talked and vented our frustrations and eventually we got close, he even taught me how to read, which lead to my obsession with books, a weird habit for a dog living in the shelter. Nonetheless it was what fueled our conversations and kept me sane inside the cage I lived in. I would ask him to lend me some of his books to read and he would comply.
When my old shelter ran out of room the owners decided to transfer me somewhere I might have more luck in adoption. The night before the transfer I asked if he was interested in adopting me, but he told me he just couldn't afford to take care of me. He explained his deepest regrets and I had no choice but to accept them. We said our goodbyes and soon I was on my way to a new cage.
Thus began my journey from shelter to shelter to another shelter. At first I found it exciting getting a chance to see new faces, and possibly find a family who would accept me but now being transferred was basically another way of saying we don't want you here.
I have been transferred again and this time I just didn't see the point of doing any of it anymore. I'm talking about the way pets put on masks just to score points with possible owners. I used to put on a cute face just for those humans like what the other dogs were doing but I just didn't feel like it this time. Humans preferred younger pups opposed to the older ones so I used to think I had a chance but now I'm not so sure anymore.
This was not the first human to come into the kennels, there were others before, but I lost out to some pups a few months younger than me and on one occasion an old bloodhound. How I lost that one was beyond me but I could never really understand humans anyway.
The human walked in and all the other dogs got into their best position save for me and a few that had given up hope for adoption. She took her time individually between all of us trying to evaluate if we were house material. She was tall, and wore a yellow sweater vest, underneath her flowing black coat, and from what I could see she looked to be in her late thirties. Whatever, she was just another face that wasn't going to care about me and I couldn't care less either and got back into the comfy spot of my dull empty cage.
After passing through every dog before me she finally found her way to my cage and despite my reluctance to get myself adopted I still stood to greet her. Of course this was mostly out of my curiousness on what she wanted to do or say to me.
“How old are you little guy?” she asked when the cage door was open
I looked at her and answered “I-I'm two years old.”
“Is there something wrong? You look down.” she asked as she knelt down to my eye level
“Oh it's nothing.” I yawned and stretched “It just gets pretty boring around here.”
“Nice fangs lone wolf.” she pointed out with a giggle after leaning in closer
I felt my ears press down against the back of my head as I recalled every attempt at adoption. I cursed my unknown parents, these teeth were practically the reason why I lost out to those pups in the first place, after all no one would want a pet that looked practically like a feral.
I was already familiar to this scenario, so much so that it began to scare me that it was already seared into my memory. They look me in the eye and ask how old I was, and every time whoever interviewed me for adoption never failed to see my fangs. Since I was found abandoned it was never really clear if my teeth were running through my unknown family or just a genetic mishap. It was clear that I bore resemblance to a German Shepard, but they didn't know if I had any other genes running inside me.
One thing's for sure once my interviewer sees my fangs any interest they had in adopting me flew straight out the window.
Contrary to my expectations she stood up and faced the lady at the counter and said “I'd like to adopt this one. Is that alright? He seems like he could be able to keep me company.”
“What did you say?” I couldn't believe my ears, did she just say she wanted to take me home?
“You're coming home with me little guy.” she ruffled the fur on my head “Welcome to my family, you're a Rodriguez now.”
Once the lady handed him my records she began to read them aloud as she signed the adoption papers “Owner: Lei Rodriguez. Signature check. New name?” she took a moment to look me in the eyes “Hmm, you look like a Fenrir to me, but I'll just nickname you Fen.”
Fen, I said to myself, that was my new name that accompanied the new owner I would be spending time with. I never thought the day would come, I belonged somewhere now, I had a family. Emotions welled up inside me as I felt tears coming down my face soaking my fur as it dripped down.
“Now for my favorite part. I actually spent all night practicing this.” she raised her right hand, closed her eyes, cleared her throat and took a deep breath. I began to wonder what she was doing but I didn't have to wonder for long.
“I, Lei Rodriguez, hereby swear to take good care of my pet Fenrir Rodriguez. To feed him, to play with him and take care of his needs.” A pledge for me?
Why did I suddenly care? I had accepted my fate in the shelter already but I felt relieved that I didn't have to spend the rest of my days in a cage.
“What's wrong Fen?” She knelt down to get on eye level with me once more
She said my name again and I could do nothing other than cry. I don't know if I was happy that I was going to be adopted or if I was frustrated. After all this time I finally get an owner by not even trying. Emotions I thought I had under control were welling up and I didn't know what to say. I was confused; what did she ever want with me? What was different this time?
“Hey” she whispered, causing me to look her in the eyes “Can I tell you something?” I wiped my eyes and nodded “I adopted you, because you Fenrir Rodriguez, out of all those dogs in there, knew how I felt the most. While other dogs in there are just as lonely I can see that you are experiencing deeper sense of solitude. I thought that no one else could understand exactly how soul crushing it felt to be alone, how it hurt deep inside, and how it makes getting up each day harder and harder. So imagine my surprise when I see a dog sharing that same look I see in the mirror every single day. Misery loves company am I right?”
A fresh batch of tears fell from my eyes. Every word she said, had just hit the nail exactly on the head. For the longest time I have been alone, locked away in a cage, but for the first time in my life, I found someone who truly understood how I felt. I couldn't help myself but throw my arms around her and continue to unload my tears onto her shoulders.
“There, there Fen.” she patted me on the head “Let's go home.”
She broke our hug and headed for the door. I took a moment but I was ready, so I rushed a head of her and stood eagerly in front of the door. As I was about to reach for the handle I paused just to turn around and look my owner in the eyes again. I was going to leave this shelter once more, however this time I won't be coming back. Instead I was going to go home.
End of Chapter 1
End note: some of the chapters are already written I'm just going over them to make sure it complies with the rules here
Chapter 1
Family
'Yes I'd like to adopt a dog, please.' When I first heard those words my tail would spring to life and wag back and forth.
'Everything seems to check out, right this way Ms.' However now after the countless attempts I made in the past I just don't see the point of it.
I had just recently been transferred to this shelter, and I barely knew any of the dogs here, but I already knew staying in here could last forever if I didn't get out. Since I wasn't adopted yet I had no official name, I was given one, but I could feel that it was out of pity and not out of love.
A vast majority of my life so far has been devoted to staring at the ceiling just waiting for my chance to get out of this prison, but no one would give me that chance. Humans came and went, majority of the time carrying a dog in their arms or with their hands connected, and yet I stayed.
Once there was a keeper that stayed later than most. He was in charge of taking care of the pets to be adopted, which included me. He and I hit it off when all the other dogs just would not shut up save for me. We talked and vented our frustrations and eventually we got close, he even taught me how to read, which lead to my obsession with books, a weird habit for a dog living in the shelter. Nonetheless it was what fueled our conversations and kept me sane inside the cage I lived in. I would ask him to lend me some of his books to read and he would comply.
When my old shelter ran out of room the owners decided to transfer me somewhere I might have more luck in adoption. The night before the transfer I asked if he was interested in adopting me, but he told me he just couldn't afford to take care of me. He explained his deepest regrets and I had no choice but to accept them. We said our goodbyes and soon I was on my way to a new cage.
Thus began my journey from shelter to shelter to another shelter. At first I found it exciting getting a chance to see new faces, and possibly find a family who would accept me but now being transferred was basically another way of saying we don't want you here.
I have been transferred again and this time I just didn't see the point of doing any of it anymore. I'm talking about the way pets put on masks just to score points with possible owners. I used to put on a cute face just for those humans like what the other dogs were doing but I just didn't feel like it this time. Humans preferred younger pups opposed to the older ones so I used to think I had a chance but now I'm not so sure anymore.
This was not the first human to come into the kennels, there were others before, but I lost out to some pups a few months younger than me and on one occasion an old bloodhound. How I lost that one was beyond me but I could never really understand humans anyway.
The human walked in and all the other dogs got into their best position save for me and a few that had given up hope for adoption. She took her time individually between all of us trying to evaluate if we were house material. She was tall, and wore a yellow sweater vest, underneath her flowing black coat, and from what I could see she looked to be in her late thirties. Whatever, she was just another face that wasn't going to care about me and I couldn't care less either and got back into the comfy spot of my dull empty cage.
After passing through every dog before me she finally found her way to my cage and despite my reluctance to get myself adopted I still stood to greet her. Of course this was mostly out of my curiousness on what she wanted to do or say to me.
“How old are you little guy?” she asked when the cage door was open
I looked at her and answered “I-I'm two years old.”
“Is there something wrong? You look down.” she asked as she knelt down to my eye level
“Oh it's nothing.” I yawned and stretched “It just gets pretty boring around here.”
“Nice fangs lone wolf.” she pointed out with a giggle after leaning in closer
I felt my ears press down against the back of my head as I recalled every attempt at adoption. I cursed my unknown parents, these teeth were practically the reason why I lost out to those pups in the first place, after all no one would want a pet that looked practically like a feral.
I was already familiar to this scenario, so much so that it began to scare me that it was already seared into my memory. They look me in the eye and ask how old I was, and every time whoever interviewed me for adoption never failed to see my fangs. Since I was found abandoned it was never really clear if my teeth were running through my unknown family or just a genetic mishap. It was clear that I bore resemblance to a German Shepard, but they didn't know if I had any other genes running inside me.
One thing's for sure once my interviewer sees my fangs any interest they had in adopting me flew straight out the window.
Contrary to my expectations she stood up and faced the lady at the counter and said “I'd like to adopt this one. Is that alright? He seems like he could be able to keep me company.”
“What did you say?” I couldn't believe my ears, did she just say she wanted to take me home?
“You're coming home with me little guy.” she ruffled the fur on my head “Welcome to my family, you're a Rodriguez now.”
Once the lady handed him my records she began to read them aloud as she signed the adoption papers “Owner: Lei Rodriguez. Signature check. New name?” she took a moment to look me in the eyes “Hmm, you look like a Fenrir to me, but I'll just nickname you Fen.”
Fen, I said to myself, that was my new name that accompanied the new owner I would be spending time with. I never thought the day would come, I belonged somewhere now, I had a family. Emotions welled up inside me as I felt tears coming down my face soaking my fur as it dripped down.
“Now for my favorite part. I actually spent all night practicing this.” she raised her right hand, closed her eyes, cleared her throat and took a deep breath. I began to wonder what she was doing but I didn't have to wonder for long.
“I, Lei Rodriguez, hereby swear to take good care of my pet Fenrir Rodriguez. To feed him, to play with him and take care of his needs.” A pledge for me?
Why did I suddenly care? I had accepted my fate in the shelter already but I felt relieved that I didn't have to spend the rest of my days in a cage.
“What's wrong Fen?” She knelt down to get on eye level with me once more
She said my name again and I could do nothing other than cry. I don't know if I was happy that I was going to be adopted or if I was frustrated. After all this time I finally get an owner by not even trying. Emotions I thought I had under control were welling up and I didn't know what to say. I was confused; what did she ever want with me? What was different this time?
“Hey” she whispered, causing me to look her in the eyes “Can I tell you something?” I wiped my eyes and nodded “I adopted you, because you Fenrir Rodriguez, out of all those dogs in there, knew how I felt the most. While other dogs in there are just as lonely I can see that you are experiencing deeper sense of solitude. I thought that no one else could understand exactly how soul crushing it felt to be alone, how it hurt deep inside, and how it makes getting up each day harder and harder. So imagine my surprise when I see a dog sharing that same look I see in the mirror every single day. Misery loves company am I right?”
A fresh batch of tears fell from my eyes. Every word she said, had just hit the nail exactly on the head. For the longest time I have been alone, locked away in a cage, but for the first time in my life, I found someone who truly understood how I felt. I couldn't help myself but throw my arms around her and continue to unload my tears onto her shoulders.
“There, there Fen.” she patted me on the head “Let's go home.”
She broke our hug and headed for the door. I took a moment but I was ready, so I rushed a head of her and stood eagerly in front of the door. As I was about to reach for the handle I paused just to turn around and look my owner in the eyes again. I was going to leave this shelter once more, however this time I won't be coming back. Instead I was going to go home.
End of Chapter 1
End note: some of the chapters are already written I'm just going over them to make sure it complies with the rules here