I do not own the Doujin Kaname in any form. This is a work of fanfiction.
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This is a yaoi request fanfic made for an offline friend who I served with.
Ch2: on the mend
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Kaname was soon discharged from the hospital to his parents, who were relieved to find that he was alive and getting better. "Our baby boy, we were so worried. Are you feeling better now?" His mom Yui asked, looking him up and down.
"I'm doing better now. I can't look straight up for awhile, or my stitches will open up." Kaname answered, slightly jokingly. "I'll probably also be sitting funny for a bit."
"Why don't you find a nice girl? A girl probably wouldn't do that to you. At least not in the back." His dad Daichi similarly joked back.
"I'll probably be doing that. I still want to wear girl's clothing, though."
"Well, that's your decision to make. Do what will bring you happiness." Daichi continued. "But one thing for certain, I'm getting you some protection. And not just rubbers, either."
Daichi and Kaname laughed, but Yui didn't quite like the humor. "That's for certain. You won't be leaving the house unarmed anymore."
"We're going to get you a couple of things to help you. Today, you're getting a pocket knife and pepper spray, and on Monday, we're going to see about you getting a concealed carry permit."
"You really think I'll need a gun?" Kaname asked.
"Pepper spray won't always work. Some people get it and spray themselves to build up an immunity. A knife will certainly do more than that, but they might not leave you alone if you just cut them. With a gun, best case-the sight of the gun will be enough and they'll stop. Worst case, you need to shoot and you hit them."
"What happens then?" Kaname asked.
"You will probably wound them. After that, they will either surrender and wait for the police and paramedics, or they'll run. Worst case in that scenario, you kill them. But they were about to attack you. And it's like the saying goes. Better to be judged by twelve than carried by six."
"What if he misses the shot?" Yui asked.
"Even then, the sound and sight of the shot will likely scare them into submission or retreat. Plus, people hearing the shot will call the police."
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Daichi took Kaname to a police supply store for his protection. Since Daichi was a detective, he was able to get everything squared away with the prefecture police department and get the permits started.
They perused the knives, looking for one Kaname liked but would also offer decent performance when needed. Daichi actually wanted Kaname to pick a larger knife with sheath, which would help serve as a visible deterrent. Kaname looked at the American M9 bayonet, which was also used by the Japanese army. The shopkeep took the knife out of the display case and handed it to Kaname, who immediately held it correctly, with the blade facing away from him and the tip pointing down, almost in a stabbing manner. "Where did you learn to hold a knife like that?" Daichi asked, pleasantly surprised.
"I've watched a few self defense videos online, and all of the best ones say this is the correct way to hold a knife."
Kaname put the knife in the sheath and held it up against his belt line, looking in the mirror. He liked the way it looked, both in a slight fashion sense, but also in a defensive sense. With its placement, potential attackers would think twice before approaching. Next, Daichi took him over by the sprays. The shopkeep put a compact pepper spray canister on the counter. "This is the best in compact design we have. It's an 18% concentration, which will make the attacker feel like his whole body is on fire. It also has a UV dye for later identification." The shopkeep told them. "The next step up is the riot buster spray, but that has more splashback, so you might get yourself as well."
Daichi and Kaname took everything to the register and paid. Kaname put the knife and pepper spray on his belt and they left the shop. "Just to be safe, you should also be taking self defense classes."
"You're right. Got any ideas where to go about that?" Kaname asked.
"There's a place that's taught by a former special forces trooper. His cousin is on the force, so we can probably get you in on the next class. Especially given your situation."
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Later that day, Daichi took Kaname to the martial arts school. Daichi spoke to the instructor first. "So, my son here is in need of assistance. I wanted him to learn from the best."
"Son? Beg pardon, but he looks rather... Feminine."
"I know. He likes to dress that way. Don't know why, but he does. Anyway, he was recently... Forced into having relations."
"Ah, I think I heard about that. I mean no offense, but do you think that his manner of dress had anything to do with it?"
"I think so, but at the same time he said his attacker barged into his hotel room when he wasn't dressed like that."
"I see. I can put him in the next starter class."
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Kaname waited patiently outside the instructor's office. As he waited, a father brought his daughter in. She almost had the same thing happen to her, but she managed to get away from her attacker. The main difference is that her attacker didn't have a weapon. She sat near him. "Oh my, what happened? You okay?" She asked, seeing the bandages around his neck.
"I'm okay now, thanks for asking. I was... Eh, there's no way to sugarcoat it. I was raped. What about you?" Kaname responded.
"I'm so sorry. I was almost raped."
"The guy who did it to me had a knife. I'm kinda glad he didn't cut my neck any further."
"Girls shouldn't have to go through that. I'm Sakuya, by the way."
"I'm Kaname. And I'm not a girl."
"You're a boy?"
"Mhm. I just like dressing this way. The clothes are so much more flexible and breathable, and they complement my body type." Kaname answered.
"Well, I hate that it happened to you. I guess you're here to learn how to defend yourself as well?"
"Yep."
"Nice meeting you, Kaname. Tell you what, if you need a friend..." She trailed off, writing her phone number on a piece of paper. "Just call me."
When her father walked past, she got up and went into the office with him. Daichi came out and Kaname went with him. "Damn, son. You got a girl's number?"
"Sure did. She said the same thing almost happened to her, except he didn't have a knife, so she got away."
"Well, you got her number. You gonna try and get with her?"
"Hmm. Yeah, I think I will."
Daichi gave Kaname a light tap on the arm. "That's my boy. If you need any pointers on making it with a girl, let me know. You're set on guys, but women can be quite a bit different."
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That night before bed, Kaname called the number Sakuya gave him earlier. She answered, thinking it might be him. "Hello? Is this Kaname?"
"Yep, it's me." He answered.
"So, you wanna talk?" She asked.
"If you have the time. I know it's getting to be a little late."
"I have time for you. What's up?"
Kaname laid back on his bed and looked up at the ceiling. "Nothing really. Anything you want to talk about?"
"Where do you shop for clothes? I really like what you were wearing today."
"That'd be the shop called Bubbles, right up the way from Harajuku beauty salon."
"Have you been to Harajuku?"
"That's actually where I get my work done. I always get my hair done there, I've had manicures and pedicures there."
"Ooh, I love getting mani-pedis! We should go there together sometime."
Kaname thought that could be his opening for a potential date. "Want to maybe... Call it a date?"
"Sure! But I have a question first. Aren't you... and forgive me if this comes across as rude, but are you gay?"
"No, I guess if anything I'm bisexual. I've only ever dated guys before, but I'd like to try and date a girl. If you'll have me, that is. I understand a cross dresser might not be your first choice."
Sakuya thought about it for a moment. "Nah, I don't really have a problem with it. You're a boy under your clothes, and that's all I'd really need."
"How does next Saturday sound?"
"Sounds great! See you soon!"
"See ya!"
They both hung up and Kaname sat his phone on the nightstand. He laid awake, thinking about what they could do on their date aside from going to the beauty salon. He felt a tear forming as he laid there. "This is it. I can't say love yet, but I think I'll be happy with her."