A doodle from 2009 after a particularly bad day working for Lowe's.

'It had all started when someone had stepped on his tail. His fault really for letting it dangle out of his pant leg at a party. Later that same evening on his way home it had started to rain, and some jerk had swerved into a puddle and soaked him in oily, grimy street water. He'd gone home and showered, then headed for bed hoping that today would have gone better than it had. He awoke the next day to some younger punks playing their music with the bass cranked up at 8am. He'd figure it was time for some shopping, but to his dismay at the checkout he found that the local phone service was down to to a main server line that had been accidentally cut during construction, and his card was no good. Using what little cash he had to buy food for the day, he arrived home to his Sept leader sitting in his living room. The elder let fly with some bullshit accusations involving the most recent Pentex hack job, and though Bleach was able to prove that there were good reasons for the screw ups, it still pissed him off that the new Cliath was taking out his age complex on him. (The new Cliath was a lost cub who didn't know of the Garou until he was in his mid-forties. Bleach suspected that he suffered from thinking that he was like all kids these days, and that his age alone demanded a higher rank that noob.) After that, he decided to take a walk and calm his mind.

The last straw came when it started to pour again. The rain wasn't what did it though. It was the policeman.

'Hey son, it's past curfew. Get on home, your mom is probably looking for you.'

'Don't call me 'son', I'm 22 fucking years old.' Bleach snapped.

'Got any I.D. to prove it?' The cop grumped. Bleach sighed and reached into his inner jacket pocket. The rustle of a jacket made him look up.

'HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE 'EM!' Shouted the cop.

'I'm getting my fucking I.D. like you asked, dumb shit.' Bleach snapped, angrier now.

'What kind of punk keeps his wallet in his jacket instead of his pants?'

'A fucking smart one.' He pulled out his wallet and tossed it at the cop's feet. The man put his gun away and leaned over to grab the wallet.

'Hey, this I.D. card expired over a week ago!'

'Thanks, captain fucking obvious. I'm waiting for some fucking money to come through from work so that I can fucking get it re-fucking-newed.'

The cop grinned.

'Looks more like a fake to me. I'm going to have to take you in, kiddo.'

As the cop made a move for his handcuffs, Bleach snapped. The familiar red haze blurred his vision. The mental sound of a sheet being torn filled his ears as the Veil rent around him. He roared.

The cop froze in fear as Crinos Bleach leaned in and hovered in front of him. Bleach snarled again, and pulled his right hand back and brought it down. The cop cowered, waiting for a blow that never came. When he looked up, his nose was an inch or so from a massive, clawed middle finger.

'FUCK! YOU!!' Bleach roared in English. He then turned and stomped off, back to his apartment.

The next day the sept Leaders were to busy in stitches over the newspaper to even give him a slap on the wrist. The headline read : OFFICER ENCOUNTERS BEAR IN TOKYO!


"...it towered over me and roared! It had to have been at least 8 feet tall, and what really floored me is the fact that it flipped me off!" Read the quote. At the end of the article was a notice: 'Also the Police Department would like to notify a Mr. Shane Toyotomi that your wallet is waiting at the station and due to your mistreatment by Officer Watanabe, the Police Department has paid in full for your I.D. Renewal.'