Once there was a young lad who was well known in his little village, for his hair. His hair is as red as blood, making him easy to stand out in crowds.

They call the young boy "little red".

Yes as adorable as that is, well it's annoying for him. One, it's inappropriate because he's not exactly "little". He's a tall sixteen year old capable of taking down anyone who messes with him.

His red hair is another thing he really dislikes. Because they live in a village located in the middle of a dark forest and a gang of robbers also live nearby, it makes hiding in dark corners hard because of how bright his hair color was.

He did once attempted  to paint his hair(yes, paint, because hair dye hadn't been invented yet) but his mother caught him and scolded him for almost ruining his beautiful red locks.

Also, because he was always called little red, or sometimes simply Red by the villagers and anyone he meets, his name, Karma, was almost never used. Most people thought his name really was just Red or little Red and refers to him as so.

And quite frankly he's sick of it.

One day, his mother calls him. "Red" she smiled.

"Karma" he corrected with a blank expression. "Honestly woman you call yourself my mother? You can't remember your own son's name" he smirked at the guilt in his mother's eyes.

"Sorry honey. Karma, granny is sick and I want you to journey into the dark forest and bring her this basket of goods" his mother handed him a basket.

"You're sending me into the dark creepy forest alone, to visit my grandmother" Karma raised a brow at her. "Me? A defenseless child"

"You are anything but defenseless" His mother rubbed her brow. "Karma I once saw you take down three lumberjacks alone"

"But mother dearest a lumberjack is nothing compared to monsters in the forest" Karma whined and pretended to pout, enjoying annoying his mother. "This is bad parenting! If anything I think you should go visit grandma" he handed his mother the basket. "Your the adult"

"Well" she handed the basket back to her son and began pushing him out of the house. "You're a capable young man, I'm just a feeble spinster" she smirked at her son. "My dear boy, I wouldn't worry about monsters. I believe they will be more afraid of you than you will be of them"

But just to prove she wasn't a bad parent(sending off her son into the dark forest full of dangerous beasts alone) she handed him a small knife to defend himself.

"Stay on the path Karma!" She called as he journeyed to the forest. "And don't talk to strangers! Oh and beware of the wolf!"

Karma smirked at the mention of "The wolf"

"Yes mother" he called back.

Much later, Karma was deep into the forest, when he took a detour and strayed from the path. "Come out" he said to no one in particular once he reached a clearing.

Another young lad jumped down from the trees and smirked at him. "Little red" he greeted. "Karma, it's been a while, what kept you from me?"

This, was "The wolf". His name is Gakushū, the son of the leader of a mercenary group that resides way deeper into the forest. He was handsome, with messy strawberry blonde hair and sharp violet eyes.

"Sorry, but it's getting harder and harder to sneak out. Good thing granny got sick" he approached his lover and dropped the basket to the grass, leaning in and kissing his strawberry blonde.

Gakushū pressed Karma against the tree and nibbles on the red head's plump lips.

"I missed you little red" he purrs seductively.

Karma hated being called that. But it was different when his wolf called him that, there was something dangerously arousing about it. "Me too Wolfy" he whispered back.

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Isogai whistles a merry tune as he walked down the path back to the village. He had cut enough wood to last for weeks.

However, he stopped in his tracks when he heard yells and moans. Concerned, the woodcutter brought out his axe and followed the sounds.

What he saw turned his face beet red and his mouth hung open.

There was little red, pinned against a tree, shirtless, with Gakushū the wolf also shirtless and marking all over the red head's neck and chest. Karma was moaning and grinding against Gakushū.

Red faced, Isogai left in a hurry, determined to erase the memory from his mind.

Well, I suppose one thing from the old fairytale was done right in this version.

The wolf did "eat"  red riding hood.