HOMRA'S Black Cat
Multiroute Fanfiction
Choice B - Refuse
Love and Family Route
Around him the silence was suffocating. The teen feeling his chest contract beyond the pain, as he curled up tighter and quickly shook his head. His eyes squeezing shut, so he wouldn't be able to see the disappointment on their faces, as he waited for the yelling. The bad words and raised voices never reaching his ears, as Mikoto sighed behind him and he flinched.
"Nekota-kun, you should go to the doctor. It could be something serious." Kusanagi tried to reason, before he suddenly quieted.
"If he doesn't want to go then he doesn't have to." Mikoto spoke up, as the small teen quickly opened his eyes and turned to the man leaning back into the couch in surprise. "He hates the vet, so what's the point of taking him to a human doctor?"
The silence that followed served as an agreement to the statement, as the bar owner sighed and his shoulders sagged.
"Then what do you suggest? Nekota-kun is still hurt, correct?" The blonde asked in annoyance, as the larger man in front of him rose his hand slightly.
"We could treat him. We're not doctors, but we've taken care of each other's injuries before." Kamamoto spoke up, as a few people agreed.
A frown appearing on the older man's face, as he looked to each one of them and slowly gave in with a sigh.
"Then make sure you treat him properly. Otherwise he could get worse." The older man ordered, as everyone nodded and the man turned to him. "Is that alright, Nekota-kun?"
Without much hesitance the small boy nodded and Anna stopped petting him. The teen relaxing a little, as everyone got up in a flurry and started getting first-aid supplies. The small teen glad he didn't have to be poked and prodded by a strange person, as Kamamoto held out a hand to help him to his feet and he took it. The larger man pulling them both up, as the supplies were gathered and set in front of the coffee table on the other side of the room. Kamamoto leading him to said coffee table, before a happy brunette in a ball cap patted the table with a smile.
"Climb on, Nekota-kun. We'll get you better in no time!" He exclaimed, as the small teen complied and sat on the small table. "My name is Shōhei Akagi, and this is my wonderful assistant San-chan."
In turn the young man pointed to himself and then to a man around his age beside him. His black hair practically hidden under his cap, hood, and glasses as he made a face at his nickname and frowned at Akagi.
"Who the hell said I was your assistant, you idiot? And use my actual name!" He reprimanded, as the other lightly laughed and he looked to the small teen. "Ignore the idiot, Nekota-kun. I'm Saburōta Bandō."
A small nod left the teen, as a few of the guys rolled their eyes and Fujishima stepped past them to take over instead.
"You'll need to take off Yata's sweater and shirt." The animal lover spoke calmly, as Akagi whined and Bandō reprimanded him. The small boy obeying, as he fumbled to take off the clothes and the animal lover calmly helped him take them off.
"Holy crap! What hit you, Nekota-kun?!" Akagi suddenly spoke, as he looked down at his bare chest in confusion.
Covering his chest laid red-violet bruises that covered a huge area of his right side. His left shoulder all black and blue, as other bad bruises covered his back and arms. The small teen maneuvering to try and see them all, as Fujishima placed a careful hand on his right shoulder and he turned back to the man.
"I'm going to press on them, so it'll hurt a bit. Let me know how bad the pain is on a scale of one to ten. Ten being the worst." He explained, as he gave a small nod and he set to work.
"Jeeze, I didn't think he was that bad." Yata muttered, as Kamamoto quietly watched Fujishima talk to the cat strain. "I can't believe I didn't notice them earlier. They look really painful."
A small nod was all the larger man could manage, as Fujishima started lightly pressing on the teen's shoulder.
"Two." Came the quiet reply, as he watched Fujishima's fingers.
His blue eyes watching every movement, as if he was waiting for those hands to turn on him and hurt him, as Kamamoto felt his heart sink at the reaction. The young strain's reaction similar to how Anna use to act, when she first arrived, as the man could help but let his eyebrows furrow. The skateboarder next to him catching his reaction, as he frowned and nudged him.
"What's with the look?" Yata asked, as Fujishima was checking the bruises on Nekota's back. "If it's about the fatty comment-"
"Nekota-kun doesn't trust us." The tan-skinned blonde spoke, as Yata's frown deepened.
"Well no shit. I found him in an alleyway getting beat up by a bunch of guys." HOMRA's Vanguard muttered, as Nekota muttered another low number to Fujishima and the animal lover moved to the bruises on his arms. "Of course he wouldn't feel completely safe with us. We're all a bunch of guys and we're all bigger than him. The only one he probably trusts is Anna, because she's a girl and a strain like him."
"That'd make sense, but-" The rest was cut off, as the skateboarder slapped him lightly on the back and he turned to the other.
"Just relax, would ya? He's just a little scared is all. He'll warm up to us like Eric has been." Yata spoke, as he frowned. "Besides, if you don't believe he'll warm up to us who will? You're the one that got Eric to eat dinner with us lately."
A small nod in agreement left the larger man, as he shoved aside his doubts and looked at the small teen on the coffee table. His form short and all too thin, as he inwardly winced and remembered the boy's earlier comment about the man being well fed. A mental note being made to pick up some snacks that Nekota might enjoy, when he made his evening run later, being filed away just as a yelp filled the air. His eyes instantly falling on Nekota, as he suddenly scrambled away from Fujishima's hands and knocked over a box of supplies. It's contents spilling everywhere, as the small boy tumbled off the other edge of the coffee table and he dashed off. His small body quickly moving across the bar, and behind Kusanagi's beloved bar itself, as their king watched everything happen with a bored look on his face and everyone else just barely caught his movement.
"Nekota?" Fujishima called, as the small boy didn't emerge from behind the bar and Kusanagi peered around the corner to look at the boy. "Did I hurt you?"
"Y-yes." Came the reply, as the animal lover let his hands fall to his sides.
"How bad did it hurt?"
"T-ten." Was shakily forced out, as a sniffle came after and Fujishima quietly sat on the coffee table.
"I'm sorry, then. I didn't mean to hurt you that badly. Can you come back out, please?" When silence came back at them, the animal loved urged most of them to sit and everyone quietly obeyed. "I want to make the pain stop for you, but you have to come back out."
"N-no."
"Nekota-kun, Fujishima just wants to help you." Kusanagi spoke, as a sudden panicked shuffle was heard and Nekota most likely realized the bar owner was there. "We don't want to pain to get worse for you."
"B-But I don't w-want to."
A heavy sigh left their king, as he looked toward Nekota's direction and most likely got his attention.
"Get back on the table." He ordered, as the boy suddenly scrambled up into view and moved away from the bar.
His form suddenly darting behind Fujishima, as the animal lover looked back at him in reassurance and Totsuka huffed.
"King, that was mean." HOMRA's vassal reprimanded, as the man ignored the hobbyist and leaned back to close his eyes. "Hey, don't take a nap King!"
"Shut up, you're noisy."
A huff left the hobbyist, as Kamamoto turned back to the cat strain to see tears in his eyes and fresh tear streaks down his face. The tears no doubt from the pain, as Fujishima slowly turned to the small boy and gave him a small smile.
"Can I finish, Nekota-kun? I'll be a lot more careful this time, I promise."
In the silence that followed the young feline strain stared intently into the animal lover's eyes. No sign of rage or violence in them, as he quickly lower his gaze and gave a small nod. The pain in his chest now raging like a fire, as the man gave a relieved smile and held up his hands for him to see.
"Alright, then I'm very lightly going to touch your chest. If at any point it hurts too badly let me know, alright?" Fujishima spoke, as he gave a small nod and felt his fingers lightly touch bruised skin. "I'm going to press very gently. Let me know if it hurts."
No nod could be given, before he lightly pressed on his chest. His fingers pressing into where his first rib would be, as no real fire like pain occurred and he patiently waited. His silence urging the man to continue, as he continued his ministrations till the third one. A sudden flare of pain causing the teen to let out a gasp, as Fujishima quickly pulled his hands back and held them up so he could see them. His chest practically on fire, as every breath made it worse, and shortened each breath of air. The pain too powerful to ignore anymore, as Fujishima started speaking to him and nothing reached him. The blood rushing through his ears drowning everything out, as even the air became difficult to breathe in and his vision started to swim. Black dots starting to appear in his vision, as the blurred figures started to crowd, and the air refused to fill his lungs. Panic setting in as he desperately reached out for help, anyone that could stop the chaos filling him, before his hand was suddenly grasped and he was pulled into a warm chest. Fingers threading through his hair, as his ear was pressed against fabric and a deep voice broke through the madness.
"Listen to my heartbeat and match my breathing."
Heartbeat? What heartbeat?
Of course it was only then that he heard it. A calm, strong, heartbeat breaching through his panic and filling his ear. The soft movement of the person's chest pulling him into awareness, as he tried to match it and pain flared up once more. A whine tearing through his throat, as the fingers in his hair lightly petted him and the voice reached him once more.
"Keep going. The pain will lessen."
With a bit of hesitance, the boy tried once more and bit back the flaring pain. The fingers in his hair keeping him grounded, as he pushed through and continued to take painful breaths. Each one becoming easier than the last, before the pain was the raging fire it was before and his vision started to return. The blurred figures turning into extremely concerned faces, as the boy noticed the tears rolling down his face and moved to gently wipe them. His action unlived, as a hand moved out of nowhere and wiped them from his face for him. The touch gentle, and the person's hands much larger than his own, as he turned to look up at the person holding him. None other than Mikoto himself staring down at him, as amber eyes seemed to lighten in relief and the man wiped the rest of his tears away. Everyone else around him relaxing greatly, as the male holding him gave him a small smile and rubbed his thumb behind the young strain's ear.
"Welcome back." He quietly spoke, as the touch caused the young teen to suddenly relax and forced back a purr that would ignite the pain once more.
"I'm sorry." Nekota finally managed to speak, as the man shook his head to dismiss his apology and turned to the man behind the bar leaning against it in relief.
"Call Jiro and get some pain medication for Nekota." Mikoto ordered, as the blonde nodded and quickly picked up the phone. The red-haired man looking down at him once more, as he continued to gently stroke behind his ear and keep him calm. "You'll need special medication to keep the pain down, or you'll have another episode, and the last thing we want is for you to stop breathing because of a few broken ribs."
"B-but I can't pay for it." Nekota quickly protested, as Yata scoffed and the teen turned to him.
"Forget about the money, Nekota. We're not gunna let you die."
"Yata-san is right!" Kamamoto quickly spoke up. "We don't want to see you in pain, Nekota-kun."
"Besides, we'll all pool some money together to pay for it." Bandō spoke, as Akagi nodded.
"We'll definitely get you better, Nekota-kun."
A soft, relieved, breath left the teen as he looked at each one of them and gave them a very small smile. His smile causing them all to look at him in surprise, as he closed his eyes and let Mikoto rub behind his ear. He could trust these people.
"Jiro-san said the medication will be delivered tomorrow." Kusanagi suddenly spoke, as the teen opened his eyes and looked to the bar owner. "Which mean we need to discuss Nekota's living arrangements."
"I'd take him, but our apartment is crowded." Fujishima spoke, as he looked to Eric and he nodded in agreement.
"Mine's too far away." Yata muttered, as Bandō and Akagi replied with the same.
"I don't think you'd let him stay with me." Chitose spoke, as Dewa rolled his eyes.
"That's a given, and knowing you I'll have to babysit you so I can't look after him." Dewa frowned, as Chitose whined.
"Nekota-kun can stay with me." Kamamoto spoke up, as everyone turned to him. "My place isn't too far, and I have my motorcycle in case of an emergency."
"That's not a bad idea." Kusanagi spoke, as Mikoto pointed to himself.
"He could sleep with me for the night as well. The couch is big enough." The man spoke, as the bar owner nodded in agreement before sighing. Kusanagi turning to him, as the teen harshly swallowed and shrunk back a bit.
"Well, whatever the decision is Nekota-kun should make it." Kusanagi spoke, as the teen stood up a little straighter. "After all, we want you to feel as comfortable as you can."
Slowly the teen looked between the two men. Mikoto quietly looking down at him with a calm and bored expression, while Kamamoto gave him a warm and friendly smile. Both men patiently waiting for his decision, as he looked at his hands on the red head's chest and he closed his eyes. On one hand, Mikoto scared him a lot because of his invisible and powerful aura, but on another he managed to calm his attack and pull him back. All while keeping him as calm and content as possible. On the other side of the coin Kamamoto's size scared him, but beyond that he was extremely gentle and caring guy. He treated him like he was human and even helped him dress himself when he fumbled. And on those points either man could easily care for him till morning, but the real question was who did he want to spend the night with?
E.) Stay with Mikoto
F.) Go with Kamamoto
Scarlett: *happily waves to the camera* Hey everyone! It's been a few days, and I only got one review with a choice, so I said to hell with it and started this chapter today. So thank you Panda Master X for choosing B.) Refuse to go to the doctor! You've unlocked this wonderful chapter which sets us on the Love and Family dual route with a choice of either Suoh Mikoto or Rikio Kamamoto as Nekota's future love interest! *throws confetti*
Akira: *ignoring her and reading a book beside Mikoto who is asleep*
Kamamoto: *hesitantly waves*
Scarlett: *pouts at them, before turning to the camera* Anyway! As I explained before, you guys get to make the choices and I write the chapter based on most votes. So to my 3 followers, please cast your votes via review/comment and let me know which route you want to venture first! I'll be waiting! *happily waves at the camera with Kamamoto*
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Panda Master X: Lol. Glad you enjoy the idea, hun. I was a bit worried that this kind of idea may be hard to do, but I'm going for it anyway. Besides, I'm having tons of fun trying to make each route unique and keep myself from doing anything repetitive. It's really getting my brain working, lol. *rubs the back of her head* And I've never DMMD either, just watched the routes play through via YouTube. That and I watched the anime when it came out, so yeah. Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter!
K and it's characters do not belong to me. They belong to Furuashi Hideyuki, GoHands, and GoRA.
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