Canterlot Academy Trials

Just as the members of Dorm Block Sigma left the parliament building and were prepared to take their leave of the city, they were stopped by the yellow abyssinian doctor from the hospital.

“Excuse me! Mr. Fang…and everyone else?” she called out as everyone gave her their undivided attention, “I would like you to know that Sha’Beel has managed to make a full recovery and will be released soon.”

“Well that’s good to hear,” Fang replied with a nod, “Hopefully she’ll be able to walk again soon and begin working on herself.”

Lee placed her hands on her hips. “I would like to see how she’s doing when we get the chance.”

“Ahem,” Spearklip interrupted them, “Thanks, doc. But guys, we need to rest up in preparation for taking our leave tomorrow. We should stop by the inn for one more night.”

“Good plan,” Rufus agreed, then let out a yawn, “After all we’ve endured…I need to recharge before I get myself into anymore battles.”

The doctor cat flicked her tail, and nodded. “Of course…sorry, I didn’t mean to impose upon you. Please take your time, and I wish you all luck with your upcoming mission.”

Rufus would then ask, “...wait, how did she--”

“Let’s go, guys,” Spear interrupted everyone to make them focus on resting up. They all followed her back to the inn where they’d remain in their respective rooms for the rest of the day.

But before Fang could get back to his room, Lee stopped him for a chat.

“...Jun. Can I speak?”

“Can you?” the dalmatian man snarked back.

“...yes, I can,” the primate lady answered earnestly with a tilt of her head, “I am speaking to you right now.”

Fang let out a small wheezing laugh and changed the subject. “...nevermind. What is it you wish to speak about, Lee?”

“I notice many similarities between yourself and Yin--er, Bullet as he calls himself,” Lee explained and gave him a warning, “...don’t allow yourself to feel like you’re alone. We’re all here for you through this.”

“...thank you, Lee. Indeed, I’ll do my best to ensure I don’t end up a wandering homosapien like your spouse,” he joked once more, though Lee’s response was completely unfazed.

“Please. It’s already bad enough that my love is emotionally unstable; I don’t need that for my friends either.”

Fang accepted her words with a grateful smile. “Thank you, Lee. I’m certain Bullet will be grateful to have a woman like you at his side once everything is all said and done.”

Lee smiled in return with her hands behind her back as she skipped off to her room for the night. “...oh he will. Anyhow, sleep well, yes?”

Once she had gone to her room and shut the door, Fang prepared himself to enter his own room for the night, until…

“...Fang,” a familiar female voice called out to him.

The dalmatian man turned around and found the abyssinian tigress standing in the wooden hallway of the inn. She had been bandaged up from her leg wounds and was able to walk--a detail that impressed Fang as he glanced down at her knees.

“...Beel? How are you…?”

“Thanks to the medical magic I was placed under, I was able to get back on my feet much sooner than I expected. I’ll be sure to return if anything goes wrong, though that’s not why I’m here.”

“...oh. I see,” Fang leaned against the wall with his arms folded, “Well then? What do you have to say?”

“Just that I’ve thought long about what you’ve told me…” she hissed under her breath with a flick of her tail, “And…you were correct. I was a fool to follow someone else’s way of life so heavily. So thank you for opening my eyes.”

“Not a problem,” Fang replied before standing upright and turning back towards the door to his inn room, “If that’s all you came to say then--”

“...one more thing. I…my home was destroyed in that battle. The dojo, I mean…” she explained with a rather nervous tone as her face dropped. “...I have nowhere to go for the moment. May I bunk with you for this one night at least?”

Fang paused and thought it over. The battle that was waged on Odu’s dojo was a result of his team’s actions and why she didn’t have a home to go to for the moment. Ultimately, in the pursuit of being polite, Fang acknowledged her request against his better judgement.

“...very well. I don’t have a problem with that. It is our fault that your current home is in ruins…” As soon as he opened the door, he beckoned her inside, “Come, Beel. This way.”

Sha’Beel’s face lit up as her whiskers twitched. “...Oh…thank you!” But with Fang’s back turned, she smiled to herself…

‘...we’re gonna have some fun tonight, dog.’