Commission by  fydbac
Characters: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/10345614/
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/10362870/

This gave me an idea on how these two could meet, I really like it and I would like to see what you guys thought.

Keep in mind, I'm not a writer, hence why I'm doing a graphic novel. This is pretty much just to get the idea across. Any questions, suggestions or any other comments are more than welcome ^^

Ps: Ignore the carrot XD

Everything started out with a normal day at work. Harlan was busy sketching out a new design for the upcoming spring show, it was going to be his best design yet he was sure of it, better than that smug show-off Ania‘s design. Soft greens and pinks, with cute little bows, it was coming along great! A large smile spread across his plush cheeks, showing his large front teeth, he was becoming lost in his work when his female co-workers shuffled from their stations and crowded around to gawk at some visitors. The rabbit was a little to busy too join them, so he just chuckled to himself about how snoopy they could be …then again if he wasn’t so busy he would be joining them.

Harlan continued sketching, adding a little more color here and there when his gawking friends broke out into a frantic, nervous whispers. Curiosity getting the best of him, Harlan put down his pencil and turned to the group, hoping to catch a glimpse of what had them so excited, but he couldn’t see anything over their heads. Letting out a sight he stood up after placing his sketch book on his desk and went over to the gossiping crowd. Craning his head a little he saw two wolf men in fit, neat suits. They didn’t seem that interesting, they had identical features, black hair, triangular faces and an arched nose, they were probably brothers or some other kind of relation. The one was younger and a little more built, while the other looked like he could use a good meal… or five.

They went straight to his bosses’ office, he too was acting strangely fidgety and nervous around these two. Harlan figured they must be agents or possible clients, that would definitely explain the tension, Harlan expected his boss to show them around their stations, he was more than ready to show them what he had to offer. Instead one went into the office with him, while the older one seemed to stand guard outside the door. This cause the group to break into heated whispers, Harlan had just moved to the area and his Russian was not all that good, and their whispers where low, but he managed to pick up on a few words ‘Grim, Dever, shot, trouble’ and one sentence ‘he is really in deep this time’. The grey rabbit let out a cheerful chuckle, they were really over reacting about these two, they were more than ahead on their work, all designs were looking gorgeous, there was really no reason to get into a frenzy. Harlan tried getting his voice in to reassure them that they would be fine, but they were so caught up in their gossiping that they didn’t seem to want to hear it. He gave a shrug and a shake of his head, then returned to his station. But all the excitement had kept his mind from focusing, so he spun around in his chair to watch the group, and wait for the two men to come out.

At this time the group had shifted enough that he could now see the door and the older man that had guarded it. The man, even though skeletal and pale in appearance, was very charming. He had a very sharp face, a thick black goatee that seemed to frame his jaw line, his honey golden eyes seem to pierce into everyone around him. Harlan’s cheeks grew a soft red as he blushed, making the fur on his cheeks bristle. What was wrong with him? The man had to be at least 20 years older than him. Maybe he just had a fancy for well aged men with experience. Harlan shyly giggled to himself when the door suddenly opened and the younger man came out, boss right behind him, pleading by the looks of it. A few words were exchanged and the two men left, Harlan gave a soft click of his tongue, disappointed in himself that he didn’t make an effort to go and talk to him, and returned to his drawing.

During the following weeks to a month, Harlan would see the handsome older man off and on. Though he seemed like a ghost, he would be there one minute and gone the next. It was driving the poor young rabbit mad, he would question his sanity if he didn’t know for sure other people have seen him. They would bow there heads away from him, and have a look of utter fear when he would show up. Another week past and things only have gotten stranger, his boss was smoking more than usual, everyone was on edge like the mark of death had been placed upon them, no one wanted to be alone. Harlan still had no clue why they were so afraid of the two men, no one would tell him. So when the show neared and work was piled to the roof, Harlan was the only one who ever stayed behind.

On one of these nights, Harlan finally finished up his prize gown, it was as beautiful as he had imagined it. He leaned back in his chair with a large but exhausted smile, he finally did it, he would be making a name for himself now. He continued to gaze happily at his gown when his vision started to blur, he rubbed his eyes and gave a long, much needed stretch, his back popping several times. Standing, Harlan gently picked up his gown to move it to a safe area just down the hall. It was kind of creepy being the only one here at night, before those men appeared there was always at least one other person staying behind with him, it would have been dead silence if it hadn’t been for the clicks of his claws against the tile floor , the crinkle of the plastic he used to place the dress in and finally the shrill squeal of the large metal cabinet he opened to place the dress in. Harlan gave one more stretch, and a yawn when suddenly the fur on his back bristled as he felt as if someone was behind him. Harlan froze, his nose twitching and his eyes wide, there couldn’t be anyone there, he would have surely heard them. He closed his eyes, trying to convince himself that his nerves were getting the better of him, when a sudden strange click sounded from behind him, confirming his worst fears.

Harlan spun around, his heart pounding at a rate faster than his norm, his throat clenching at the site of the gun being pointed at him, held by the strange man that had everyone so terrified. Harlan froze, the man’s gun trained on him, hand steady, his golden eyes pierced straight into Harlan’s royal blues, his face was cold and dead, this was something he had done before. The rabbits knees shook, his breathing becoming labored, time around them seemed to go into a stand still, the only sound that could be heard was the heavy beating of his heart. Harlan gulped and looked down, everything racing through his mind, his life, his dreams, everything. He didn’t want it to have to be this way, but if it had to, he wanted to go out with dignity. Taking in a shaky breath and closing his eyes briefly, he waited, what was taking him so long? Or did it just feel like it was taking him long? Harlan opened his eyes once again and looked back up to him, but once he saw the gun again he felt himself break and grow weak.

Sinking too his knees, tears began to race down his plush face, dampening is well maintained fur. He wanted to curse at himself for falling apart but he didn’t care, he wasn’t ready, he had so much he wanted to do, so much to see, why did it have to be him? Why did it have to be like this? His voice crocked out as he stared at the floor, tears splotching over the cold tile “P-please… I-I don’t know why you are doing this but, please, don’t do this!” There was noting but silence that sent a scared shiver down his spine, “P-please… I haven’t done anything, I’m no body…” again silence, except for the hum of an air vent and the pounding of his heart. Harlan swallowed again, his throat now dry as a bone “O-ok, if you must… please make it fast? Th-that’s all I ask…” Harlan clenched his teeth, but nothing happened. Harlan opened his eyes and slowly looked up at him, finding that the tall elder male had lowered his gun and was instead watching him, his expression changed from cold and stern to a softer one that was hard to explain. He looked almost… confused? Lost? Trapped even? Harlan couldn’t place it, but this new expression shown that this was not in fact something he wanted to do, it made him look frail and sad, no longer dangerous or intimidating.

At first they just stared at each other, neither making a move or a noise. Finally, the man’s gaze fell to the floor and seemed to glance around as if thinking over the situation. His eyes returned to the quivering rabbit and gave a brief nod of his head, and in a gruff voice “Get up.” Harlan let out a breath that he wasn’t aware of holding, wiped his eyes and tried his stand, but his legs were jelly and he couldn’t get two inches off the ground without flopping back down. The male gave a soft sigh and held out a hand which Harlan took. His grip was strong, yet strangely gentle as he helped him to his feet. Harlan looked up at him, the elder’s face was still soft, and seemed to grow even softer, forming what looked like a very small smile. He didn’t know what he could say to him, what was there to say? Except- Harlan took one more deep breath before smiling up to him “Th-thank you for um… sparing my life…” The man gave a small nod, pausing briefly. He looked as if he wanted to say more but instead, turned on his spot and walked off in a speedy pace.

Harlan stood in his place, still stunned at what had just happened, when he snapped out of it he quickly gathered his things and dashed home, not wanting to risk the older male having a change of heart. However it didn’t feel as if he would, something about his sudden change of mind, and change of expression felt odd to Harlan. No one seemed to be able, or at least willing, to tell him much about him, just that his name was Servil Dever, of the Dever family, a notorious mafia family of Omsk and not someone you mess with. Yet after that night, he shown him there was something more to him, something perhaps he kept hidden from everyone. The next time Harlan saw him, he would have to be brave enough to figure out what that something was.