HOMRA'S Black Cat
Multiroute Fanfiction
Choice D – Go with Yata
Bonds and Innocence Route
"Yata-san!" Nekota called, as he reached for the teen and he was pulled onto the skateboard. Chitose letting out a curse, as the teen gripped the skateboarder's shoulders and looked back to find the womanizer covered in a red aura.
"You better get him back safe, Yata!" Chitose yelled, an angry tone in his voice, before he turned to the blue's and unleashed a huge ball of fire.
"Hold onto me tight, Nekota!" Yata called, as the teen nodded and dug his fingers into the teen's shoulders.
The skateboarder alighting in a red aura, before fire burst out from behind the skateboard, and propelled them forward. The teen letting out a gasp, as he wrapped his arms around the teen's neck and buried his face into his shoulder. The sound of the skateboard wheels against the pavement echoing in his ears, as the blue's shouts behind them slowly disappeared, and the older's warmth seeped into him. Nekota slowly unburying his face, to look ahead, as he stared at the alleyway flying by them in surprise and they exploded out of the alleyway.
"There they are! Don't let them escape!" A blue a few yards away yelled, as Yata cursed at the dozen of blue's turning to them.
"Surrender now, or we will use force!" Another yelled, as Yata took off in the other direction and they tried to purse them. "Block off the exits!"
"God damn, blue's." Yata cursed, as the teen tightly held onto him and glanced back at the men running after them. "We've gotta shake them off."
At that the teen heavily swallowed and leaned against the older. Should he help him? He could easily shake them off if he wanted.
"Guess I gotta use my secret exit." Yata muttered, as the younger looked at him in surprise and saw the troubled look on his face. "Was hoping to keep it a secret a little longer, but I don't got a choice now."
"Yata-san-" The teen started, as the vanguard threw him a smile.
"Don't worry, Nekota. We'll get you back to HOMRA just fine." He spoke reassuringly, as he took a sharp turn into an alleyway and looked ahead of them once more. "Just don't lose your grip."
"R-Right."
And before the teen could tighten his grip, the flames propelling them forward increased and sent them flying through the alleyway. The flames leaving huge scorch marks behind, as the blue's disappeared once more and Nekota held tight to the older. A sharp turn making him collide with the skateboarder's back, as he saw the determined fire in the chestnut-haired teen's eyes and noticed he was mumbling to himself.
"I'm not going fast enough. I need twenty- no forty more miles per hour." Yata grumbled, as the cat strain lifted an eyebrow in confusion and suddenly they propelled forward faster. "Damn it, still not fast enough. We won't make the jump at this rate. Think Yata. How much speed do you need? He's lighter than you are. Just double it and go…no I'll send him flying."
Flying? What was the older talking about? They weren't going to go fly off a building, were they? There was no building low enough for them to jump off of at the speed they were going. If anything he was waiting for them to crash into a dead end and die. Why the hell did he think this was a good idea?
"Y-Yata-?"
"Got it! Hold on, Nekota!" Yata yelled, as the skateboarder's body came alight in red flames and they catapulted down the alleyway. The teen feeling the wind wiping and clawing at their bodies, as Yata suddenly crouched down and the teen followed after. Tears in the teen's eyes, from the wind wiping at his face, as Yata grinned and looked back at him for a moment. "Ever wanted to be a bird, Nekota? No? Well you're about to be!"
And before the teen could respond, a fallen billboard came into view ahead of them and the teen noticed it's tilted trajectory just like a huge ramp. The make shift ramp reaching over the building, as the strain's eyes widened and he felt his heart wretch. Oh dear god, no. He wouldn't.
"You better have a death grip on me, Nekota!" Yata yelled, as the teen quickly tightened his arms around the older's neck and locked them in place. The billboard approaching them at an alarming rate, as the skateboarder smiled. "Here we go!"
And in an instant they flew up the huge ramp and into the air. The ground leaving them, as nothing but blue sky lay above them and the cat strain stared down at the small buildings below them in fear.
He was going to die today.
"You're a fucking psychopath!" Nekota screamed in the teen's ear, before he could catch himself, as Yata stiffened slightly and the cat strain noticed the city below them approaching them a little too quickly. "I'm so dead."
D-Did Nekota just swear?
The question echoed in his head, as HOMRA's vanguard watched the city below. The teen's hazel eyes fixated on the landing ramp, a few blocks ahead, as he felt the strain's grip on him tighten and he pushed the thought aside. After all, Nekota acted too sweet and innocent to be the kind of person to suddenly be swearing. It had to be the wind, that was ripping at his body, that was playing tricks on him. Nekota was too fragile and well behaved to be like him and the guys from HOMRA. There just wasn't anyway.
"We're gunna land! So hold onto me!" Yata yelled, as the teen seemed to stiffen behind him. "If we crash I'll take the fall!"
And before Nekota could reply, the teen's skateboard hit the landing billboard ramp and it bent under their sudden weight. Nekota letting out a gasp behind him, as the vanguard used his flames to dislodge them from the impression in an instant and toward the cement. The rest of their journey down smooth, till his wheels hit the concrete and they snagged. A curse leaving HOMRA's second in command, as they tipped forward and the older quickly ripped Nekota's arms off him and turned himself around. Nekota colliding with his chest, before pain exploded across the vanguard's back and he let out a cry of pain. His body sliding backwards several yards, and shredding through his sweatshirt and tank top, as his headphones flew off from around his neck and shattered. The journey seeming to last forever, but only took a few seconds, as they finally slid to a stop and the older groaned in pain.
Blood already pooling beneath him, as Nekota shifted on top of him and whined. The young strain still trying to catch his bearings, as he carefully sat up and pressed his palm against his forehead. It taking him several moments to collect himself, before he noticed the vanguard below him and panicked when he noticed his condition.
"Y-Yata-san, you're hurt!" Nekota spoke in worry, as he quickly tore the skateboarder's red sweater off his small body and held it tightly in his hands. "Sit up, quickly. We need to stop the blood!"
"W-We don't have time for that." Yata growled, as he carefully sat up and hissed as the muscles of his back stretched the wounds open wider. "I promised to get you back to HOMRA and the blue's are still after us. The ramp will confuse them for a bit, but we don't have time to sit around, Nekota."
"It'll only take a second." The young strain protested, as he forced the red hoodie over the vanguard's head. The older teen deciding to comply, as he carefully pushed his arms through the sleeves and Nekota got off of him and sat behind him. "This will hurt."
And before he could speak, Nekota pressed his hands into the teen's back and pain flared up the his back. A cry leaving the skateboarder's lips, as the young strain continued the process for his entire back and pulled his hands away when he finished. The vanguard heavily panting, as Nekota pulled bloodstained hands into his lap and looked at him apologetically.
"I-I'm sorry, Yata-san, but I had to clot it somehow." The teen spoke, as he looked at him in worry. "You'd bleed out if I-"
"I-It's fine. Go grab my board and we'll get out of here." Yata ordered, as the teen nodded and quickly rushed toward the ramp to go grab his skateboard.
HOMRA's vanguard carefully getting to his feet, as the sweater tugged on his clotted back, and Nekota rushed over with the teen's skateboard and destroyed headphones. The white device bent in half, and the right side broken open, as the teen stared at it sadly and took the skateboard instead.
"Just leave it, Nekota." He forced out, as the teen looked at him in worry and he dropped his board to the ground so he could climb on. "We got to get to HOMRA."
Without a word, Nekota put the broken headphones around his neck and got onto the board behind him. The older looking at him in surprise, before he shook his head and activated his powers once more in order to send them flying out of the alleyway and onto the streets of the city. His one and only objective pushing him forward.
To get Nekota to HOMRA safely, before he passed out from blood loss.
Again, the pair of them flew across the pavement and toward their goal. The only difference being the streets and people around them, instead of alleyways and trash, as Nekota placed a hand over the broken headphones around his neck and stared at the back of the skateboarder's head.
He's so willing to sacrifice everything just to keep me safe. Hell, he almost just got himself killed so we could avoid the blues. Just how far is he going to go for me? He doesn't even know me.
"We're gunna have to take the main streets." Yata spoke, as he tightly held onto the teen's shoulders and saw the pained look on his face. "It'll take too long if I take back alleys, and those stupid blue's are probably blocking all my usual exits."
"But won't they catch us faster on the main roads?" Nekota asked, as they flew through an intersection and a red light.
"It's a risk we have to take, cause I can't ride like this forever."
A knowing nod left the teen, as he looked down at the huge red stain on the teen's hoodie and felt his chest contract. The huge stain causing him to worry, just as a noise ahead of them caught the teen's attention and he stiffened.
"Yata-san, there's a blue ahead! Turn right!" Nekota suddenly yelled, as the older quickly turned and looked back at him in surprise as a truck with a Scepter Four logo drove past their street entrance.
"How the hell did you just do that?!" Yata yelled, as the younger jumped in surprise and quickly glanced away in embarrassment.
"I've got good ears." The strain replied, as Yata smirked and turned back ahead of them.
"Then guide me as best you can." HOMRa's vanguard requested, as the younger nodded and centered his attention on the streets around them.
"Blockade to the right, truck ahead." Nekota quickly listed, as Yata took a sharp left turn and increased their speed a bit. "Right is crawling with them, and the truck turned onto our road.
"Anyone on the left?"
"No."
"Roger!" And within seconds they made a sharp left turn and then a right. The pair on a straight path toward the bar. "Hear anything else?"
Slowly the chatter of people started to cloud his hearing and the cat strain cursed. The teen screwing his eyes shut, and focusing all his attention on his hearing, as he shook his head and opened his eyes.
"The intersection of people up ahead is blocking out everything else." Nekota spoke, as Yata nodded and skated them onto the sidewalk. "I'm sorry, Yata-san."
"Don't sweat it, Nekota. You got us this far, I can handle the rest."
"Oh! Can you, Mi~sa~ki?" A sudden voice cooed, as knives suddenly hit the sidewalk ahead of them and created a wall of blue.
A curse leaving the skateboarder, as they collided with the barrier and ended up in a crumpled heap on the cement. The cat strain the first to sit up, as he turned to his right to find a blue walking toward them. A sword strapped to his waist, and a few knives in his hands, as the teen cursed and looked to the groaning skateboarder beside him in worry.
Should he use it now? Would it make a difference?
"Saruhiko, you asshole." Yata growled, as he sat up and glared at the blue. "I'm gunna kill you!"
"Like you'll be able to do that in your condition." The black-haired, blue clansmen, teased as he looked toward the young strain. "Besides, I'm not here for you today Misaki."
"Don't call me that! And you're not touching him!" Yata yelled, as he forced himself to his feet and stood in front of the younger. "Nekota is my responsibility and I'll protect him no matter what it takes!"
"Yata-san…"
Suddenly, the blue in front of them started laughing historically. An amused look on his face, as he smiled at the vanguard happily and lifted his knives up slightly.
"Whatever it takes? Do you even see yourself right now, Misaki? A fly could take you out." Saruhiko laughed, as his knives suddenly disappeared into his uniform and he grabbed the hilt of his sword. "But if you insist, I'll play with you. Fushimi, ready for battle."
The ring of metal sliding against the sheath of the blade filling the air, as the teen drew his sword and smirked at the vanguard. Yata's body lighting up in a bright red, as the older look back at him for a moment and the younger could see the pain in his eyes.
"Yata-san-"
"Nekota, run." Yata interrupted, as the teen's eyes widened and he looked at him in shock. "Run straight down the road and don't look back. Mikoto-san will be there to protect you."
"But Yata-san, you're still-"
"I'll be fine, Nekota." The older reassured him, as he gave him a soft smile. "Just make sure you don't get caught, ok?"
Slowly, silence filled the air as the teen turned back to his opponent and Nekota stared at the back of the other in surprise. Surprise, because even now, when the teen was seconds from collapsing, he was risking his life for him. The skateboard literally read to die for him, as the teen tightly gripped the broken headphones around his neck and squeezed his eyes shut.
Could he do it? Was he really going to leave the other behind, as he requested, so he was safe and all of Yata's actions till now hadn't gone to waste? Or was he selfishly going to stay and help him, because god damn this guy was a totally idiot. He had done nothing but risk his life for the younger this entire time and he still kept getting back up. Could he let him practically throw his life away, or could he try to help? To try and do something, anything that could help him? Could he make the choice to leave him with the blue, or stay and try to fight back?
DA.) Leave Yata Behind
DB.) Fight Beside Yata
Scarlett: *beaming at the camera* and now we're caught up with the voting poll! Welcome to Yata's Route everyone! *throws her hands up in the air*
Nekota: *looks at Yata* You are an idiot
Yata: Come on, i knew we'd make the jump! At least you weren't the one that got hurt!
Scarlett: Yata's right, Nekota. At least you aren't the one who took several layers of skin off his back and stupidly kept riding his skateboard.
Yata: *frowns at her* You're gunna pick on me too, huh? Well you're the one that wrote it!
Scarlett: *bluntly* I had to make a conflict
Yata: So you had me get hurt?! You're a demon! Demon!
Scarlett: *hugs Yata* I'm glad you think I am! I try so hard!
Yata: Oi! Get off me! *trying to push her away* Whether you're dressed as a guy or not, I don't want you hugging me!
Nekota: *frowns at them, looking at the camera* Since they're busy *picks up Scarlett's notebook* Don't forget to vote on one of the choices above to pick the route we venture next. Will you choose me to leave Yata behind, or fight with him? *watches as Scarlett practically smothers Yata into her chest, sweat-dropping* dear god, she's gunna take forever to convince to let him go. *looks back at the camera* as an added bonus, Scarlett is going to put a pic up on her Scarlett-sama facebook page of her in her Yata's cosplay she pulled together with the clothes she had. It's not perfect, so don't expect an exact replica, but she tried at least. A link to her Facebook can be found on her profile page. You need to copy and paste it to get it to work *frowns* now i gotta get her to change out of the damn thing. *shuts off the camera*
Reviews Answered:
Since I posted two chapters in a row, there are no reviews to answer, but thank you to the two people who kindly voted/revoted for a route. I'd hate to not have to post anything, because we didn't have a winning vote. *bows* I'll await you're reviews.
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