Otouchan Travels On Unbounded

Author Deolureium

Warning Yaoi between two OC's, Hetero pairings.

Date: September 2, Wednesday, 2015 - 09/02/15

Notes: I know I have unfinished stories. I'm sorry but I've long lost interest in those stories since they just seem to spawn out of no where with what I feel have no real plot line. This one does. I want to work on this one, plus another one that I have in mind. But this one first because I find it quite interesting. Once I find the plot lines for my other stories, I will get back to them as quick as possible, but I can't really work with something that I don't have a real plan for. (Yeah, they were just random chapters that I find silly and a bit entertaining.) What I'm looking for out of this story is possibly another 'White Dog' that I really enjoy writing, until I it lost it near the end. On that story, I enjoyed writing it, I knew where it was going, and how to get there. I have a feeling that I'm going to do the same with this story, but a little slower and more planned. Done.

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Life. Love. Betrayal. Honor. Survival. Sacrifice. Tool. These were what he lived by. Live the way you were raised. Love those who are closest to you. Betray the enemy as much as possible. Honor those you have killed, and those who have lived, and those that will live before you. Survive the best you can to get though your mission. Sacrifice yourself so others can go before you. But the most important one of them all, be a useful tool, and don't question what you are used for.

He had to go through some questionable things for his missions. But this one mission left him flabbergasted. He didn't understand why he was the only one to do this mission. His best friend was much more qualified for such a field. Not him. Yet, he was an A.N.B.U. of his word. His animalistic mask never leaving his face when he got back from a previous successful mission. His heavy dark cloak wrapped around him nicely, yet he glared at the scroll with his mission. 'How could the third do this to me?' was his only thought as he rested in his one story home of two bathrooms and three bedrooms.

This was his family house, his parents long dead since the war with the Kyuubi had taken place. A brother that he had long lost touch with. He gave a heavy sigh, and stepped out to his backyard a small pond with koi fish named Yuzu, Kita, Kai, and Anya. Being the youngest child in his family only four fish were put in the pond. A small water fountain was also in said pond making small bubbly sounds. His backyard was mostly curtained by trees and their vines. A small garden in a single patch of sunshine with vegetables ready to be pick. He gave another sigh. His home was a rather traditional one, excluding the front door having been replaced with a lockable door.

He sat on the small porch listening to the small bubbly sounds. He still was on high alert, so it didn't faze him when someone barged into his home and flopped on the couch with a heavy sigh. "Agreed," he said from his spot outside.

"Katsuo, I'm going on a 2 year mission," the man on the couch said sadly.

"Same," Katsuo said. Not wanting to talk about it.

"I heard, Katsuo, I just wish I was here for you," the man said slightly shifting to look at Katsuo's strong back. Even with all the A.N.B.U equipment on he can still see Katsuo for who he is clearly.

"Ren, you don't have to be here," Katsuo had long since stopped asking why Ren was there. He always got the same answer, 'I wanted to see your handsome face, Katsuo.' He gave a heavy sigh, and started to lean back to lay down, only to be stopped by something behind him. "Ren, what are you doing?" a pair of arms wrapped around him in a tight hug.

"Just giving my best friend a much needed hug." Katsuo was slightly irritated by his clingy friend. If the man went any further then a 'Hug' his friend might not have long to live. He felt something rest on his shoulder, and finally figured that the man behind him just wanted to hold something. To have something warm and breathing in his arms. Katsuo relaxed a bit, when he felt that the hands of Ren would not wander from their place around him. He felt small in this mans arms, and nearly fully relaxed from the calmness the man gave off. Until the hand started to wander.

A swift elbow to the side sent the man on the ground with a pained groan. "Yamero! [1]"A lovely thud sounded behind him and he knew that he hit a sore spot.

"Gomen nasai [2]," Ren said faintly, Katsuo got up from the floor and walked inside the house sliding the door shut on his friend. "Gomen nasai," shuffling outside told him that Ren was getting up to come in and follow him. To irritated to deal with his friends strange antics he walked into the bathroom ditching the mask, and cloak on the floor on his way. He looked into the mirror his black hair a mess from the hooded cloak he wore moments ago. He ran a hand through his hair, closing his steel grey eyes. 'This is going to be hell,' he thought and locked the door quickly and got out of the rest of his uniform and went into the shower.

Ren walked in holding his side that Katsuo elbowed ever so kindly. He seen the cloak and mask laying carelessly on the floor. He shook his head and picked up the mask and put it by the door and tossed the cloak near the washing area. The shower started so he just left it there and started to work on the late dinner for them.

Katsuo closed his eyes, relaxing in the shower, it didn't help that he was also starved. He figured that Ren had left already, so he would just head to bed after he dressed. He was dead tired from his recent successful mission that lasted three days, he barely rested, and was forced to feed his team most of his rations. Gritting his teeth at the stupidity of his team for not properly preparing for the trip. He gave another sigh, got out of the warm shower and dressed in a black t-shirt, and grey shorts he kept in the bathroom. He picked up his discarded uniform and walked out of the bathroom, the smell of food instantly assaulted his nose. He glanced over to the kitchen and saw that Ren was cooking. "What are you still doing here?" Katsuo asked as he dropped his clothes by the washer.

"Can't I feed the person I like?" Ren smiled, Katsuo raised a brow at the man in the kitchen. He honestly thought there was something wrong with his friend. But who was he to complain when food was involved.

"You're so weird," Katsuo said and walked to his room to get ready for his mission that would be in a few days. He had to go it alone, and it was extremely dangerous. There was no telling what might happen. He didn't want to tell Ren about it, because he instantly knew that he would deny him of going. Katsuo gave a soft sigh. 'Do I tell him that my mission is dangerous? Or leave him in the dark and let him discover that his best friend is killed by the people he had to bring back?' he knelt down on the floor in front of his bed. He held his head trying to hold back his emotions and try to remain calm for his best friend since he was 4 years old. He didn't want to hide things from him, and the two practically shared everything about them. Until Ren turned 15 years, and started making weird comments that he would to a woman. Katsuo gave another sigh. There was no hiding it, he had to tell him that he might die on this mission.

"Yo, cutie, dinner is ready!" Ren called out happily. 'Fucking hell!' Katsuo shouted in his mind. Slightly irritated of Ren, again. But now he had to tell the happy man about his dangerous mission. He got up from the floor straightened himself out and put on his unemotional mask once more. 'He's going to throw a fit, I just know it.' Katsuo thought as he walked out. He picked up a plate that was set 'just' for him. "Wo tanoshinde kudasai [3]," Ren smiled as he grabbed his own plate. "So, how was your mission?" Ren asked as the two sat down at the dinner table. Katsuo kept quiet for a moment as he sat and looked at the food. 'Why does he do this?' he thought looking at the heart shaped food.

"My mission was hell, it was like working with children," Katsuo said. "None of them did what they were told, and they poorly packed for the three day mission. Not to mention that they kept whining of how tired they were."

"Shit man, sounds like a rough trek, itadakimasu [4]," Ren said and started to dig into his food. Katsuo was still staring at the heart shaped food, not even sure if he should be irritated or glad that someone actually cared enough to do something like this.

"Hn, itadakimasu," Katsuo said and started to eat himself, keeping quiet until they were done. Ren kept chattering about his mission that went so well during the meal, and often hinted towards his next mission that would take 2 years to finish. It sounded like it wasn't as dangerous as his was, and then often commented that he didn't want to leave him. Katsuo finished his food and said "Gochisousama [5]," and picked his plate up and started on washing it.

"Katsuo, you barely said a word, anything wrong?" Ren asked watching his friend clean his dish, he saw that he was upset about something and it wasn't his early attempt to 'comfort' the man.

"Ren, I might die on this next mission."

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Notes: Alright, that was our first look at this story. I am currently looking after the second chapter, and like I have said before I'm flushing this story out with my best abilities. I will not spoil anything in the future chapters, with my ridiculous notes. This story also might take some time, due to my current situation at home that requires me to be less active on here. But I will get this story done. My number one goal for my second goal is to get my other story up that I've been wanting to do. Minor goals, get at least one chapter done in a month. Next chapter might go up in a month, or maybe within a week. I'm going to try my damn hardest with this story, and hopefully keep to that schedule. So next chapter might be on October 2 2015 - 10/02/15 or later within this month of September. Everyone hope for the latter!

Things you might know:

Yamero! (M) [1] – Means 'Stop it!'

Yamete! (F) [1.5] – Means 'Stop it!'

Gomennasai [2] – Means 'Sorry'

Wo tanoshinde kudasai [3] – Means 'Enjoy! (for meals)'

Itadakimasu [4] - Means 'Let's eat!' or 'Here's to good food.'

Gochisousama! [5] - Means 'I'm finished! (with a meal)'