House Trained 5 (Werewolf!Zoro x Reader)

The figure looked up at the run down apartment building, eyes practically glowing  from the shadows as he stared up at a particular door.  The trail had brought him down from the mountains and to this place.  Surely, the creature was hiding out here.

He hummed in thought, noting there were many innocents around and one most likely inside with the creature.  He would have to plan accordingly so not to involve the civilian.  

Patience.  He will wait.


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You woke up wearily, focus going from one band poster to another then to the window as sunlight shone through.  You reached to the bedside table and felt around clumsily until you clutched your phone.  Pressing the unlock button, you looked at the time through squinted eyes.

10:27 AM.

"Uggggggghhhhh," you groaned, letting your arm flop to the bed as you closed your eyes.  You could sleep for a few more-

You sat up quickly and looked around, mouth open in shock.  How the hell did you get to your room!?  Last you checked you had been sleeping on the floor with Bushido.

As if on cue, the dog stretched next to your feet and weakly lifted his head to stare at you.  He moved a little slow, but that was understandable considering his condition.  But how did you get into your room?  You don't remember getting up and moving in here...wait, was Bushido laying in bed with you?  He always kept to the couch and had never came to your room before.

You moved forward, reaching out warily towards the large dog.  He eyed your hand a little before butting his head against your palm, making you squeak.

"Soooo cute~!"  You mewled, petting him with glee.  He had never let you pet him, not unless you jumped him, but he was willingly coming to you!  You enjoyed this moment of triumph for a few seconds before crawling forward.

"Okay, Bushido.  I'm just going to check your stitches."  You delicately moved some of his fur back to look at the wounds, noting none of them had reopened.  That was good, you'd hate Jinbei's work to go to waste.

Oddly, some of the wounds were already scabbing over.  Do dogs heal this fast?  Surely not, but it's not like you were a vet.  You moved closer and checked the biggest stitch of all, the one going from his right hip bone all the way to his left shoulder.

"That one will definitely scar," You frowned, wondering what exactly had happened to Bushido during his disappearance.  

What if he had been picked up by dog fighters?  I mean, it would explain quite a bit.  But what kind of depraved person cut up a dog like this?  Rage seemed to boil inside you at the thought.  If you ever met these people, you were sure to give their heads a beating with your bat.  You didn't know how to fight, but you were a scrapper and everyone knows that scrappers fight dirty and they fight mean.

Bushido ran his tongue over your hand, startling you out of your rage filled thoughts.  He looked up at you tiredly before placing his large paw on your arm.  You looked confused until he did it again with a demanding look that made you laugh.

"You attention whore," You smiled and started to scratch behind his ears, which he seemed to like a lot; all thoughts of fighting gone as soon as you paid attention to your precious puppy.

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"Yeah, tomorrow?"  You nodded and wrote down the date and time on a piece of paper.  "I can come in then.  Yes...oh!  He's kind of big, but-"  You blinked, turning to look into the living from your seat at the kitchen table, wondering if Bushido was still napping on the couch.  "Right.  Okay.  Um, what...how much do you estimate...?"

A dark cloud practically formed over your head at the answer.  There goes your christmas money.

"Thank you.  I'll see you then."  Hanging up the phone, you sighed and rubbed your eyes.  You knew vet bills were going to be expensive, but that much for a first time appointment?!  Something heavy seemed to lean against your leg and you looked down, your dog resting his chin on your thigh nonchalantly.

The sight made you smile.  It had been a few days since he had come home and Bushido seemed more attached to you then you ever thought possible.  He followed you almost everywhere and though you pretended not to notice, he would peak out the window and waited for your return then get on the couch as soon as you opened the front door, acting as if he hadn't been.

It was very sweet.  

You reached down and scratched his head affectionately, watching him practically ooze with comfort at your touch.

"You've turned into a big dork~."  He jerked away suddenly at the statement and glared, making you laugh.  "What?  I still think you're tough."

Bushido huffed but placed his chin back on your leg, demanding to be petted once more.  Laughing, you proceeded to spoil the mutt until there was a knock on your door.

You got up and went to open it, Bushido right on your heels with a glare, wondering who was interrupting the peace.

"Jinbei!"  You smiled, the large man standing in your entryway with his usual indifferent frown.  He had taken the habit of visiting almost every day to make sure you and Bushido were alright.  He was turning more and more into someone you could definitely rely on.

"_____-chan."  He nodded in greeting then looked down, seeing Bushido pressed against your leg, hackles raised slightly as he glared.  "Dog."

The mutt growled in response, annoyed that the man was visiting at all.  Though, it was better then when your landlord had visited the other day, Bushido had nearly bit his leg off for daring to yell at you about rent.

You reached down and gently pinched the dog's nose, making him huff and shake his head.  "Want something to drink?  I can make-"

The older man shook his head before holding up a red box and fishing pole.  "I came to tell you I'm going on a fishing trip."

Blinking, you stared at the supplies before holding up your hands with a nervous grin.  "I-I'm sorry.  I don't really like fishing, but thanks for the invite?"

Jinbei chuckled and shook his head, "No no.  I wish to ask you a favor."

"Oh?"

He handed you his spare key, making you gasp and hold it up like it was plot device in a game.  "Ooooooh~!"

"I need you to feed my fish while I'm gone.  You don't have to water the plants, I have one of those mail order watering devices I got off the TV-"

"Wait," You frowned, interrupting his rambling.  "You have pet fish but...you're going fishing?"

Jinbei puffed up.  "My fish are tropical and beautiful.  I'm going to catch fresh-water ones to eat."

You snickered, "Okay.  Okay, I'll feed the fishies."

"Thank you, _____-chan."  Jinbei grinned.  "I left instructions by the tank.  I'll be back in three days."

"Have fun!"  You waved as he left, watching him go down the rickety, metal stairs to the parking lot.  You grinned as you saw him put on a silly fishing hat before getting into his car and driving away.

"Feeding fish shouldn't be so hard," You mumbled as you closed the door behind you, placing the key on the coffee table.  "Just gotta remember to is all."

You stretched and proceeded down the hall, Bushido following you closely before stopping as you entered your bathroom and turned on the shower.  He quickly changed direction and went back to the living room, not once looking at you as you started to undress; acting like a shy teen who inadvertently peeked on a girl.

He refused to see you naked.  Not because you were ugly or anything, but because he knew it was wrong.

Especially considering he wasn't really a dog.

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"C'mon, you slug!"  You hissed, dragging the dog through the door and into the small room that held an exam table and medical supplies.  It looked like any other vet's office.  Sink and counter against the wall with plain drawers and shelves that contained supplies and pamphlets.  There was a metal chair in the corner that was for pet owners and posters littering the walls about Pet Hygiene, Dog and Cat Breeds, and phone numbers to animal services and emergency lines.

You had managed to get the giant mutt through the door before closing it behind you, ignoring the looks of other pet owners in the waiting room as they looked on with apprehension; holding their own pets tight as if Bushido had threatened to eat them all.

The dog quickly studied his surroundings with a scowl as you went to sit down, watching as he paced around the room and sniff at everything.  He kept sending you angry glares, blaming you for his predicament.

"Hey, don't look at me!  You would have had to come here sooner or later, especially since I'm not sure if you're even healed."

Bushido looked relatively healthy now, his cuts and bruises all but gone.  The only one that had remained was the long stitched scar across his chest, but it too looked like it had been there for years instead of a week.  It was a bit puzzling, but you were just happy he seemed okay.  That didn't mean he shouldn't visit a vet though.  He needed shots, a flea check, and a you needed a professional opinion to tell you if you were even doing this right.  As much as you liked winging things, taking care of a dog was not something one should be flippant about.

There was another thing you wanted to ask about, but preferred not to mention it with Bushido in earshot.  You were sure he would understand what 'getting fixed' meant.

The dog huffed and continued his probing, bushy tail lowered slightly between his legs.  It was about fifteen minutes of waiting and him exploring the room before Bushido skittered over to you and growled protectively as the door on the other side of the office opened, a young man with glasses walked in.

"Ah, Miss ______ and Bushido?"  The vet looked up from his clipboard and sputtered slightly at the sight of the aggressive canine.  Oh dear.

"Hi!!  It's nice to meet you...?"

"Doctor Alan," The man grinned, reaching out to pet your dog before jumping back before Bushido's sharp teeth snatched his fingers.  The dog practically smiled, knowing he wasn't really going to bite the hand, but he enjoyed to 'playfully' snap at people.

You quickly grabbed your dog's red collar and apologized.  "I'm sorry!!  He's just a little skittish!  H-He's never really hurt anyone!!"

The vet looked skeptical but walked forward, trying to think of worse pets he's treated.  "I-It's okay.  Let's get this started, okay?"

After somehow getting Bushido onto the exam table, you kept him still as the vet did his exam, noting the scars and sheen of his coat as a sign of his health before writing things down.  He then pulled out the syringe and your dog's fur was suddenly sticking out like an angry cat.

With some grappling, you managed to hold the mutt still while Doctor Alan hurriedly stuck the needle in his butt, making the dog suddenly howl.

You both heard crashing noises in the waiting room, animals barking and hissing at the eerie sound as if they were about to be slaughtered.  You blinked at your dog then looked at the vet who's glasses were askew, eyes wide in shock.

"Um, he might have some wolf in him...but he's a sweetheart, I swear."

The young man didn't respond, writing down a few more notes while keeping his eyes off the huge animal on the table who was snarling at him.  "R-Right.  Well, everything seems to be in order.  Those scars look nasty, but they seem to be healing quite well.  He's had them for so long and if they haven't been a problem then they won't be."

You frowned.  Was a week really that long for a scar to heal?  

"He doesn't have any fleas, so you don't have to worry about that.  But, I have to say, he weighs a bit more then he should."

Bushido stiffened, fire in his eye.

"I know he's big, but he's got a bit more bulk then any dog I've seen.  I would suggest laying off the treats for a while."

"Right, no problem."  You glanced at your dog and grinned at the annoyed scowl he was giving Doctor Alan.

"Other then that, he's in perfectly good health." The man grinned, watching you help Bushido down and bend over as you hooked him onto his leash.

The dog's gaze sharpened, eyeing the man as he obviously checked out your ass.

"I'm surprised.  When you called and said he was big I wasn't expecting this!"  He laughed, leaning against the counter in a relaxed pose.

"Yeah, everyone reacts that way.  But he's my fluff-butt and I know he wouldn't hurt a fly."

The vet laughed, adjusting his glasses.  "Well, I'm sure he just knows a sweet lady when he sees one."

Your face turned a slight red, noticing you were being flirted with. "T-Thanks."

 "So, is there a boyfriend who helps you with him-"  He jumped back suddenly when the dog moved in front of you, giving him a warning growl.

"Bushido!"

The vet gulped and adjusted his tie.  "I-It's okay!  I'm used to animals like this, I'm sure he's just protecting his territory."

'Back off.'  The dog snarled loudly, eye blazing dangerously.

"We better go.  I think he's just a bit overwhelmed today."  You frowned, knowing he had been annoyed at all the other pets in the waiting room.  Nodding, the vet showed you through the back and towards the receptionist's counter where you paid your bill and left, Bushido looking more relaxed as you made it to the car.  You had to tug him a few times to the right car though, he had seemed to think you had parked across the street.

"You're impossible."  You muttered, rolling down the window half way for the mutt.  He didn't stick his head out like a normal dog, but he did enjoy the breeze.

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