Oga Tatsumi has seen many things. But a man basically giving birth? That takes the cake for strangest thing ever. The guy looked he had an unaided C-section- except his whole body split open, as opposed to just the stomach area.
Oga came to five minutes later. He woke up to a green haired, nude baby sitting on his chest, pulling on his cheeks. Looks like the runt had been trying to wake him up. Oga had gone into shock, and so he forgot everything that happened before he woke up. Seeing the baby brought those memories back, though. Thankfully, Oga did not faint again, or this would be more annoying to write. Instead, he observed his surroundings. Several unconscious thugs (or maybe they were dead?) were scattered on the ground. He looked to his right, and there was the old man. Still split, also possibly dead. Oga got up, walked over, and nudged the old man with his foot.
No reaction. Yup, definitely dead. The Rampaging Ogre looked around, and saw nobody awake around. Whistling innocently, and looking somewhere else, he quickly kicked the old man into the river.
"Hmm? Oh, I seem to have kicked something. Oops!" Oga said, in a crappy imitation of ignorance. When the Rampaging Ogre turned around, a sharp-toothed smile stretched across his face. Then something tugged on the front of his shirt. Looking down, he saw green. Then the green started shifting, and he was looking into the massive eyes of the strange baby.
"Ai!" The runt babbled. Oga blinked. The child blinked.
"Oi, kid. Get offa me." He commanded. The child stared at him.
"Oi. Kid, you deaf or something? I said get the hell off me!" Oga's voice was starting to raise.
"Ah!"
A tick mark appeared on the Rampaging Ogre's forehead. If this kid didn't get off soon, he would find his young self in the lower atmosphere.
"Listen, kid. You got a choice right now. Either you get offa me, or I punt you across town. Choose very carefully." Oga said. He smirked when the brat started shifting about, like he was about to climb down. Unfortunately, the baby crawled around his body, until he was hanging on Oga's back. Oga growled and tried to reach for the baby, only to find out he couldn't.
Oga spent the next five minutes trying to reach the brat, only for the little bastard to avoid him with nimbleness far beyond his years. Eventually, the Rampaging Ogre gave up.
"Kami hates me. Then again, I already knew that." He sighed.
"Ai dabu!"
"You shut the fuck up!"
"I'm home." Oga said to no one in particular, as he walked into the Café Anteiku.
A middle-aged from behind the counter called out back, "Welcome back, Tatsumi. I hope you didn't get into another fight?" Oga Yoshimura had seen his son's dirty knuckles. When Tatsumi didn't reply, Yoshimura sighed.
"Tatsumi, you must understand. We are much stronger than normal people."
"Shaddap, shitty old man. I just knocked 'em out. Least I didn't eat 'em this time." Oga growled back.
Yoshimura chuckled at his son's brash reply. He had been just like Tatsumi as a teen; a cruel, ruthless bastard with no regard for his fellow man. However, time, along with the grievous loss of his wife, had mellowed out the 'shitty old man'.
"And I'm quite thankful for that. Blood is always hard to wash out, and you're not exactly the cleanest eater." A young girl called out from the table she was cleaning. A teen about the same age as Tatsumi, Touka Kirishima. Tatsumi blew a raspberry at the blueberry, and she responded in kind. Tatsumi sat down on a bar stool.
"Oi, dad. The hell do I do with this?" the Rampaging Ogre plucked the green haired child off his back, and plopped him onto the bar.
Oga Yoshimura had no response. In fact, the usually calm and collected man dropped the glass he was cleaning. The shattering of the glass drew Touka's attention, who promptly called,
"What the hell did you do this time, dumbass!?"
Yoshimura cleared his throat. "Tatsumi… where did you find this child?"
~ONE EXPLANATION LATER~
"I can't believe I'm saying this... Tatsumi, you do know kidnapping babies is illegal, right?"
"Oi! You just completely disregarded everything I just said!" Tatsumi shouted indignantly.
"That's because it so outlandish, it does not sound even remotely possible." Yoshimura calmly replied. Tatsumi's eye began to twitch.
"You know what, I'm just gonna go upstairs, and take a nap. You can deal with that." He pointed at the baby still on the bar. Yoshimura raised an eyebrow at his son's antics. As Tatsumi began to walk away, the child let out a little sniffle. The farther Tatsumi got, the more the child began to sound like it would cry.
Yoshimura was prepared for loud wails, but he was not prepared for the baby to start sparking. The old man's eyebrows shot through the roof.
"Tatsumi! There is something wrong with this child!" Yoshimura called.
"I don't give a fuck!" was the ever so eloquent reply.
Yoshimura sighed, something he felt he would be doing a lot more lately. As the baby began to crackle like a firecracker, Yoshiura casually slipped away. Touka was watching with interest, no doubt wondering what kind of trouble Tatsumi had gotten himself into. Yoshimura heard Tatsumi's heavy footsteps on the stairs. That's when the dam broke.
The child let out ear-piercing shrieks that astonished the old man. 'What a pair of lungs on this one!' he thought. Still more surprising was the bolt of lightning that shot off the child, then blasted in the direction Tatsumi went.
A bloodcurdling yell was heard.
Yoshimura chuckled. Luckily, they were ghouls, so something this minor wouldn't kill him. It would, however, hurt like a bitch. That would teach his son a good lesson. A lesson in what, though? If Tatsumi was telling the truth, then perhaps a lesson in responsibility. If not, then what's right and what's wrong. A ghoul's moral compass was naturally a little off, considering they ate humans. However, that did not mean they were all raging monsters. Just a few.
Out of the corner of his eye, Yoshimura saw a black… thing moving across the floor. Upon further inspection, it turned out to be Tatsumi's charred form, dragging himself back to get the baby. Yoshimura chuckled heartily, as did Touka from the table she was cleaning.
"Fuck you both." Tatsumi growled. Touka, now finished cleaning for the day, walked over and kicked Tatsumi's still prone form in the ribs. He swung at her ankles, but missed when the blueberry stepped just out of his reach. Tatsumi, using a bar stool for support, slowly pulled himself upright. He glared at the child somehow responsible for this. The child stared back innocently.
"Ai."
Tatsumi robotically swiveled his head towards his father. "Do you believe me now, shitty old man?" he asked.
Yoshimura nodded sagely. How he did that, nobody will know. Maybe cuz he's a badass. Tatsumi seemed satisfied with the response. Now, to address the elephant in the room;
"So what do I do with him?"
Mostly filler. :p btw check out my 2 other stories. They aren't very far along either, but I'm working on it. :D
