A/N OH MY DEAR LORD IZZY MADE ME CRY AGAIN. (Misaki will need to 'grow some balls soon...some GHETTO BALLS *HINT HINT*. Ive literally never had anyone so passionate about my story and IT HAS MADE MY WEEK. I Hope you guys like this fanfiction! I'm super inspired now and am so excited to get these chapters to you all!
What Mrs. Eri said stuck with Misaki.
A wandering farm cat always knows it's way back home. No matter how far away it is.
Usagi would be home. Usagi would be okay. Despite the sun that stayed steady high in the sky and the afternoon heat beating down on him. He was left longing for the mornings coolness and the warmth of Usagi. He nervously picked at his nails as he stared at the road. He hadn't slept all night. Just sat here and waited.
Maybe if he went to sleep...maybe when he wakes up, maybe Usagi will be there. Maybe he'll wake up to cool hands carrying him to his sports car, cooing to him that everything would be okay. So with that idea held close to his heart, he laid his head back and let sleep take him away. Just until Usagi could. He sunk deeper in his chair as he quickly slipped into unconsciousness.
The soft hum of bugs and birds woke him. He opened his eyes, his gaze swallowed by the outstretch of wood that was over the patio, protecting it from the elements. Confusion is what he first felt. It settled heavy and uncomfortable his mind. He frowned, collecting his memories and emotions.
"I told you I'd be back." A deep voice whispered against his neck. Misaki's heart dropped as he jumped in his chair. Usagi backed away momentarily before wrapping his arms around Misaki.
"U-Usagi-san!" Misaki nearly sobbed.
Usagi shushed him and ran his hands down Misaki's chest, Misaki moaned lightly, "U-Usagi-san. I'm sorry b-but right now…" He trailed off and his eyes fluttered close as Usagi lifted up the light fabric of his clothes, trailing a finger up his stomach.
"Aikawa's been giving me a hard time…"
Misaki froze.
"I couldn't wait to get my refill of Misaki."
He opened his eye's, he was on the couch, he was home.
"W-what? W-was it a-a dre-...oh...oh no…" Realization dawned on him.
Usagi's hands were still on his stomach. He swallowed thickly, he took them in his. He turned to Usagi.
"Usagi-san?" He looked into his cocky, beautiful Violet eyes. "U-Usagi-san…" he choked.
"Yes, Misaki?"
"I-I'm never going to see you again, am I?" Usagi stayed silent. With a sad smile, he wiped away Misaki's tears. Misaki let out a shaky breath, bringing his hand to cup Usagi's, "I really messed up...I didn't...I-I should ha-have loved you. You were...Usagi…" He let out harsh sobs.
"Yes?" Usagi whispered, giving him a peck on his forehead.
Misaki stared into his eyes, "I'm yours Usagi-san. I always loved you. I-I'm yours. Hold me." Usagi smiled, and shook his head, slowly, "What?" Misaki's confused voice echoed in their apartment, everything now felt wrong.
"I wish I could, my love." His voice was empty, no emotion despite his small smile, which now was less comforting.
Misaki caught movement in his peripheral. The white noise stuffed his ears. He slowly turned his head. A pale, slightly browned hand came from behind Usagi. It began to wrap itself around Usagi's shoulder. The pinky finger, then the ring, middle, so on and so forth. Painfully slow. Once it had its full grip, Misaki shakily turned his head back to Usagi, whose face was now filled with fear, Silence gripped every ounce of him.
"U-Usagi-s-s-san?"
"Please help me Misa-!" Usagi yelled in fear as he was yanked behind the couch. Disappearing.
Misaki screamed, trying to pull himself up over the couch. He felt a hard grip on his own shoulder, it ripped him back
"Boy what the hell is wrong with you?!" Mrs Eri's voice hissed, he didn't even fully have his eyes open yet before he was being quickly dragged inside, "You could've died out there!"
"W-what's going on? Where is Usagi-san?" He asked as he blinked his sleepiness away. The dream was fresh in his mind, screaming the horrible reality of Usagi's possible fate.
He looked to the kitchen table where a body sat with another cradled in its arms. His eyes focused a bit more, realizing it was just the girl and her father he stood quickly. "What time is it!?"
"Misaki we can't talk about this now." Mrs Eri sighed as she rushed to her bedroom.
"They're c-coming aren't they? Out of th-the city?" The girls dry voice rasped, through her pale cracking lips. She was sweating and very pale. She wasn't going to make it much longer if they didn't get to a doctor.
"They? Who's they?" Misaki asked. The man shook his head.
"No, uh honey…Yes but we just… need to stay in here and we'll be okay." The man said shakily stroking his daughters hair. She swallowed thickly and shook her head, tears filling her eyes.
Misaki pieced two and two together. He turned to the window, down the road was a rather large group of infecteds. Misaki let out a sound of fear as he watched them, only a few were sprinting and jumping around, the rest were slow, dragging themselves along with the pack.
Mrs. Eri came back into the room, she held a double barrel shotgun in each hand. "My husband took these hunting. Had a license and everything. " Was her quick explanation.
"Usagi-san...he's still in the city! He's expecting me here! I can't leave. We can wait them out right?" Misaki asked in a panicked voice. Mrs Eri shook her head.
"We could...but if we do, by the time things go wrong, it could already be too late." Mrs. Eri said, loading up the shotguns. Two bullets in each they made a click as they were quickly flicked into the gun.
"N-no I'm not going to do that. I'll wait here. You all go." He said stubbornly, nervously looking out the window at the infected strolling down the dirt road.
"Misaki-kun," Mrs. Eri called, "I can't make your decision for you. But, when Akihiko comes back, and finds you mutilated, rotten meat. He'll hate himself."
Misaki shook his head, "I'm not going. I-I'll hide. I'll be o-okay. You go." He said again.
Mrs. Eri shook her head head, "I ain't going. With or without you. I ain't going." She handed the man one of the shot guns. "You best get going. Hit the bathroom on your way out of here. Got all my medical supplies. Take my car." She told him, handing the man her keys.
"A-are you sure?" He asked, she nodded.
"Now Misaki, you can stay here with me. Die. Or I'll write a message, leave it on the porch for Akihiko saying you left, you have to go anywhere, where the girl can be taken care of so he won't know exactly where you went." Mrs. Eri sighed as she hobbled over to a drawer filled with papers and pens. "I suggest you go."
Misaki thought. Him and Usagi may never see each other again if he goes. How would they know where the other went. OR he could die. He didn't want to leave Mrs. Eri.
"W-why aren't you going?" He asked quietly.
"Like I said before. I don't have much time. I...I just lost my baby." Mrs. Eri said, her voice cracking. "My husband...he gone. I can feel it. Feel he's dead. My boys halfway across Japan. Been through too much heartbreak. The lord wants to take me home. I can feel it."
"You don't know that."
"What's your answer Misaki? They got to get going." Mrs. Eri sighed.
If he goes, he could go looking for Usagi-san from there. However, if Usagi was in this situation he would have already gone looking for Misaki. But...he needs to be with Usagi. Dead isn't with Usagi.
He made his decision.
"I...I am going to...to stay." He said with a shaky breath.
Mrs. Eri nodded.
He wasn't going to let Usagi walk right into a death trap. He'd stay, and if Usagi came, then he'd let him know he was okay.
"Ok. Well, thank you." The man said, before looking to Misaki, "Good luck." He said before helping his daughter to the bathroom and out of the house.
"Can't say I'm happy with you boy. You got a life, and you're dragging Akihiko down with you." Mrs. Eri said once they were gone. She closed the drawer, "Why do you want to die, son?"
Misaki shook his head, "I-I won't. I'll stay in the house."
"I pray you dont," Mrs. Eri made her way to the front door, her old face looked to him, "Lock it. Also, remember what I said. Out there on the porch. If you do make it out, the shotguns loaded. Hopefully they won't want to come inside."
"Please don't do th-this. S-stay in here..with me." Misaki said, tears welling up in his eyes, he reached a hand out to Mrs. Eri, "Please."
Mrs. Eri smiled and shook her head, "I rather...buy you some time to run out the back door. If you got some sense, leave this place."
Misaki held back a sob as Mrs. Eri opened the door, the infected almost to the drive way. The light coming in from outside made her nothing but a silhouette.
"You're his home. Don't take that away from him. The shotgun is loaded. They aren't in the back yet. I can see it, you are his home." She shut the door.
Misaki let the sob out as he watched her shadow from the curtain-covered window, it sat in the rocking chair, and rocked slowly back and forth. He locked the door. He could hear the infecteds growls coming from outside, they were loud now.
He should go run out the back door. He needs to go. He can hear them, there are so many.
He grabs the shotgun and…
He drags himself over to the table...and sits. He'll stay.
He watched the Shadows on the Curtain. His fingers shakily stroking the two triggers on the shotgun. He never held a gun before. Figures were walking up the porches steps and Mrs. Eri's shadow moved uncomfortably in its rocking chair. There was panicked sound from her as the figures bent over her body. A few more broken screams and then she went quiet.
Misaki sat at the table his arms shaking horribly.
He was going to die. He realized that now as the infected shadows finished with Mrs. Eri and began to slam on the windows and door. It hit even harder when there were slams against the back door.
He was hopeless, there was no way out. Nobody to save him. He was beginning to hyperventilate as handle on the door began to jiggle. His grip on the gun tightened and his legs began to twitch, encouraging him to run.
Within seconds the door was down and the things were pouring in. He let out a scream. As he pushed himself out of the chair and onto the hard Kitchen floor. They were flooding in stumbling over furniture, fresh blood covering their brown lips.
Mrs. Eri was right. He was going to die. He would die nice and slow. Painfully.
He sobbed as backed up against the sink. They were all looking at him coming for him.
It was worth a try. He needed to fight. Kill so he could be with Usagi-san.
Misaki lifted the double Barrel shot gun and placed it sloppily on his shoulder. There were two triggers. He aimed it at the infecteds closest to him and pulled both.
A loud boom sounded in Misaki's ear, causing them to ring and his vision to blur. He barely saw one of the infecteds head blow off and its body to fall to the ground. He didn't notice the blood that splattered in his face. The gun had released such a force that it rocked back into Misaki's shoulder. He let out a cry at the jolt and the horrible pain that coursed the his arm and shoulder. He dropped the large gun.
It was hard to focus. All he could see was the black mass of infecteds getting closer, the loud ringing in his ears made him deaf to their hisses. His shoulder was hot with pain. He pushed himself up and wobbled.
They were right in front of him. Misaki let out a panicked cry he backed up, his back hit something. He turned around...the sink…. There was a cabinet right beneath the sink, it would be tight but...he could fit.
Misaki quickly pulled it opened and shoved the cleaning equipment that was stored there out. He jumped in and slammed the cabinet closed. He was breathing heavily but his squished position made it hard for him to take in breaths. He let out a sob as he gasped for air. It was dark and hot, his quick pants making the air around him humid. He couldn't hold the cabinet closed, there was nothing to grab from the inside. Misaki just cried and prayed that they didn't know how to open it.
Misaki sat there for a long time. Hours. The things banging in the cabinet, sometimes it would pop open before falling shut again, but the infected never pulled it hard enough for it to fully reveal Misaki. Misaki was sweating, his shirt stuck to his back and his hair to his forehead. His face was red from tears and his shoulder hummed with a horrible pain.
After awhile, they stopped banging. Just shuffling outside the cabinet paired with ragged breathing and gurgles.
Misaki peeked his head out before quickly going back in. There was a lot, not as crowded as before but eight were in the kitchen, a few were in the living room, and god only knows how many around the house. Misaki peeked out once again. The shotgun was on the floor a few feet away.
What could he do with that gun, he shot it before and was met with surprising pain. There was only one bullet. What could he use it for? Misaki racked his brain. He just didn't know what to do. The eight that were in the kitchen would be on him instantly and the others around the house in seconds.
Misaki pounded his stupid head. He cried in frustration. He was really at a loss, and his body ached from being bent for hours. Usagi wasn't here. He needed Usagi.
Don't take away that boys home.
The words rung in his ears like a stale song one he's heard too many times, one he's never acted upon, never took seriously or understood. Now, however, he was listening.
He knew that Usagi loved him. Loved him more than anything in this world. If Misaki was gone...Usagi would do something reckless. More reckless the almost setting the House on fire. More reckless than keeping a plethora of Suzuki-sans in a closet a few bears too small. More reckless than buying more Marimo than one would need.
Misaki was comforted with these memories. These memories that all led back to one person, memories that were the best and most complicated times of his life, the days when he felt really desired, really safe, really loved. That's when he felt really home. Not only was Usagi away from his home, Misaki was away from his. Usagi couldn't live without his home, just like Misaki couldn't. They couldn't live without each other, in this world, in the world that was, in the world to come, or any other that existed in this fucked up universe.
They couldn't live without each other.
Misaki would be damned if he let Usagi die. He wasn't dead, he wouldn't accept this. So, he didn't give up.
He sat and he waited.
He waited until he had to bite into his shirt to keep from screaming due to his aching legs.
He waited the whole night.
Even when the panic attacks claimed him and his breath robbed when he heard shuffling outside. He waited. All night, sweating, panting, squished, with the hopes of Usagi's violet eyes to welcome him by morning.
They never did.
The next day, he stuck his head out of the cabinet, his shirt and hair stuck to his body.
Nothing. Just flipped tables, papers knocked over, and the moans of the dead drifting into the house from the front yard. Misaki took a deep breath and stuck his foot out. He tumbled out of the cabinet hitting the floor with a loud thud he froze in fear. He needed to use the bathroom his legs tingled horribly from the lack of movement and he couldn't walk. He stayed on the floor, hoping the things outside didn't notice him. After the pain in his leg subsided, he made sure to raise himself with his good arm.
He clumsily stumbled his legs shaking as he fell back to the ground. "Dummy who gets D's" Usagi's voice graced his ear, cool, smooth, and confident. It was almost like he was there.
Misaki stood, forcing his fear to crawl further into the depths of his many emotions. He would get out of here and search till the end of the earth to find Usagi. He would slaughter every one of the things outside this door with his bare hands if he needed to. Misaki walked over to the glass back door. He peered out. Everything seemed okay a few wandering ones but they looked slow, the real problem was out front.
Misaki, backed up to the counter and grabbed a kitchen knife, he went to pick up his shotgun on the ground before quietly unlocking the backdoor and headed out. He silently, quickly crept towards the woods before he froze.
What if Usagi-San came back? What if he thought Misaki was dead? Misaki slowly backed up. He couldn't wait here. He'd be killed. Misaki scanned his surroundings with a moan of fear. His eyes locked on an infected slowly stumbling around the yard. He had an idea.
Misaki took a shaky breath and gripped the knife in him sweaty palm, the shot gun in the other. Misaki limped as fast as his tired legs could take him, to a point that was behind the infected. He took trembling steps toward the thing. He was getting closer and closer to the infected and his heart was racing. He wanted to sob and scream. Wanted to be in Usagi's arms. He swallowed thickly and brought the shotgun up in a position that made it swingable. He twitched anxiously. The thing began to turn around and he like our a squeak, he swung the butt of the gun and the thing hissed as it contacted with its jaw. Misaki barely contained a scream at the pain that coursed through his right shoulder. Misaki took shaky breaths, realizing what he just did.
The thing began to get back up but Misaki pounced on it. His mind went blank for a few seconds, he was panicking, the thing was writhing beneath him and he was panicking. He shut his eyes tight and with all the force he could muster he buried the knife into the things skull. It immediately stopped moving. Misaki felt like he was going to throw up. He got up and stumbled away from the body. He straightens up and paced a little trying to calm his stomach.
It didn't work, his body immediately curled in on itself and forced the little bile he had in his stomach to splash onto the ground. His stomach continued to twitch as he spit the bitter taste out.
He breathed deeply as he approached the once male infected again. He dropped to his knees and ripped open his t-shirt, glancing up to make sure none of the infected had noticed.
He took his knife and took a deep breath.
He carved his message into the corpse's abdomen.
He pulled he limp body out the middle of the road as fast as he could with only one arm. Once it was there, he took one last look at the house before hesitantly diving into the deep woods.
"Dammit." Miyagi hissed as the car slowed to a stop. "I don't… I don't think we can make it to the house."
"What? Why?" Hiroki asked angrily, still watching Akihiko wearily as he began to tip his head back and fall asleep, Hiroki snapped in his ear and he jumped to consciousness.
"We are out of gas." Miyagi groaned, Shinobu swallowed thickly.
"What now?"
"The house…" Nowaki said in a low voice, stroking jaspars jet black hair as she shivered and sweat in his arms. She was growing horribly pale. "Maybe...five? Six miles back? There was a house. Maybe they have gas?"
"Nowaki's right, I'll g-"
"No. You won't." Akihiko piped up, Nowaki's face filled with relief.
"Who the he-"
"I'm going, Hiroki."
"You have a concussion." Miyagi sighed, "I'll go." Shinobu snapped his head up in fear.
"No. I got you into this mess I'm fine."
"You fall asleep every five minutes!" Hiroki reasoned.
"Doesn't matter. I was sleepy, I'm awake now. Miyagi, Shinobu, you two go ahead, see if there is anywhere better. Hiroki and Nowaki can watch after the girl.." Akihiko ended it as he stepped out of the car. He made sure they didn't see him stumble, his vision blurred. He shook his head, he began his long haul.
This was not going to be easy. The day grew hot and humid as noon rolled around. He stumbled down the dirt road for nearly an hour before he made it to the house. Maybe it took longer? Shorter? He didn't know, he felt nauseous and dizzy and regretted being so far from the others. The house looked normal at first, but when he got closer the gruesome story painted itself in his mind. The mailbox was bloody, a child's tricycle laid in the middle of the driveway.
He cringed.
A dog laid dead, tied to the porches railings, it stomach gaping and face ripped to shreds.
"Hello?" Akihiko called into the house, "I-I'm not a monster. I just need help. Is anybody in there?" He heard the creaking of floorboards, but not just one person, many. Not walking, shuffling.
Akihiko backed away from the house, his heart dropped at what was now coming through the door.
He really made a mistake coming out here.
A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I started this chapter a few months back so yup. It was kind of hard to write this chapter and getting Misaki out of an impossible situation, I had written a million ways he could get out but none felt right, and this one doesn't either but meh. I may delete this fic and redo it because i wrote it a year ago and it was my first fanfic and it's kinda bleh. I feel like I love the idea and i have thought about it for years and that's fun, but writing it is a different story. Since I'm kinda falling out of love with this fic and there are a bunch more I am super stoked about writing! So just in case anybody likes this fic I am going to TRY to rewrite it so I can love it and want to continue it. There are a lot of cool and complex things I want to include in this fic like Science, Politics, and all that good stuff but I think this fic is a bit too immature for things like that so that is also why I want to redo it. I feel there are a lot of better JR fanfics out there (including some of mine that I am much more proud of), zombie and not zombie, that just really make this a fic I am not too proud of making. So I will rewrite this and maybe post this as a draft in a totally separate fic. This chapter wasn't all that great but I am happy I got it out. Like I said I have a bunch more fics I am proud of that I would encourage you to read (Like 'My Pills have been Deemed Useless' cuz that one's my baby uwu) and there are ones I really want to write and I think this fic is kind of blocking me from doing that so all in all this fic is not going to be my main focus until I get around to rewriting it, if that makes sense lol. Thanks for reading!