HOMRA's Black Cat
Multiroute Fanfiction
Choice DB – FBY – DE – Fight the Ruby Wolves Member
Bonds and Innocence Route
"Y-Yata-san." Over the rumble of the motorcycles the vanguard somehow was able to hear him, as hazel eyes met his and the strain harshly swallowed. The older giving a nod, as if he somehow understood what he wanted to say, as the teen squeezed his hand and turned his attention back to his watch.
"You better hurry up, Rikio." Yata ordered, as the man agreed and the skateboarder let go of the strain's hand in order to step in front of him and let his body come alight in his red flames. "Get behind the dumpster, Nekota."
A nod left the strain, as he quickly got behind the dumpster and peered around it just as Yata ran for the motorcycle. The guy coming toward them letting out a holler, the moment he noticed the vanguard ahead of him, just as the skateboarder jumped and managed to kick the guy clear off the vehicle. The man slamming into the pavement, and skidding across it, as the motorcycle continued till it flew out of the alleyway and toppled over. The vehicle skidding across the cement a few feet, before slowing to a stop, as the teen turned back to find the vanguard perfectly fine. A breath of relief leaving the strain as he got to his feet and headed toward the older.
The relief short lived, just as high-pitched hollers and howls filled the air and the grating noise of engines blasted against the strain's ears. The noise making the younger whimper in pain, as he slapped his hands over his ears and the skateboarder let out a curse. A hand wrapping around his arm, as pulling him in a direction he couldn't see due to his eyes squeezed shut from the pain, as he stumbled to keep up with the others running before he slammed into their back. The motorcycle engines now exploding against his eardrums, before they lowered to a loud hum and the younger felt the hand on his arm tighten considerably.
"Shit."
At the sound of Yata's voice, the teen slowly opened his eyes and felt his blood run cold. Surrounding them, and leaving not even a single hole for escape, stood the Ruby Wolves gang. All of them on their motorcycles, and some people riding with another member behind them, as the strain harshly swallowed and rapidly looked around at all the people. The first two rows of people easily distinguishable, and sneering at them in a way that made the younger shiver, as the people beyond them were hard to make out. That fact alone making the teen step closer to the vanguard, and shrink back a bit, as their backs brushed against one another and the teen came alight in HOMRA's red flames. A deep chuckled reaching them, as the leader stepped off his bike and Yata pulled him close to his back.
"No where to run to now, huh, little crow?" The big man spoke, as Yata scoffed and his flames flared out a little.
The leader more amused, then slightly afraid like his underlings, as the strain pressed his side into the older's back when the creepy guy from earlier stepped a little closer to get a better look at him.
"Aw, well ain't you a cutie. I almost mistaked you for a girl for a second." He giggled, as Yata growled slightly and glared at the man who just spoke. "Oh, did I upset your little boyfriend?"
"Stay the fuck away from him." Yata growled, as the man giggled and stepped a little closer.
"Aw, don't worry little crow. I'm just looking." He spoke, as Yata glared at him and the man smirked. "Maybe after we're done with you I'll play a little with the kitty."
"Go straight to hell." Yata angrily spoke, as the man giggled and the leader got up from his bike. The others following after him, as the vanguard kept the strain close and tried to block him off from as many people as possible. "Nekota, when there is an opening I need you to run."
"No, I'm not leaving you." The strain quietly argued, as he held tight to the older's shirt.
"Nekota, now is not the time to argue with me." Yata quickly spoke, as the men formed a tight circle around them and the vanguard's flames darkened with the heightened density in them. "You need to get out of here and to Kamamoto so he can keep you safe."
"But what about you?"
"If they want to make an example of me, then I'll take out as many of them I can before I go down to make an example out of them." The vanguard spoke, as the younger looked at him in fear.
"Yata-san, you can't fight them all. Let me use my powers and-"
"You're powers aren't strong enough to take on all these guys, and you can't see them all." The teen interrupted, as he glanced back at him and the teen froze at the honest and loving look in the older's eyes. "Besides, I'd never forgive myself if you got hurt. So please run when you get the chance, Nekota."
Without speaking a word, the strain wrapped his arms around the older and buried his face into the side of his neck. Yata softly smiling, and a few of the gang members snickering, as the vanguard gently squeezed his hand and let out a deep breath.
"Please try and come back to me." Nekota quietly pleaded, as the vanguard increased his flames and they blasted out from his body.
The gang members letting out gasps and yells in pain, as Nekota pulled away from the vanguard and ran for the first opening he could find. A few members reaching out to grab him, but the attempts useless, as Yata's flames flared out at anyone who came near him and the strain broke out of the alleyway. Yata's battle cry filling the air, as a huge ball of fire exploded inside the alleyway and the teen turned just in time to see the ball of fire erupt into the air. The sight capturing him in awe, before he heard someone call his name and he turned to see Kamamoto ridding toward him. The vanguard's skateboard and bat in one arm, as the strain let out a sigh of relief and jogged toward the man as he came to a stop.
"Nekota-sa, where is Yata-san?" Kamamoto demanded, as the teen tried to hold back his worried expression.
"Yata-san is still in the alleyway. He created a distraction for me to escape. You have to help him, Kamamoto-san." Nekota spoke, as the tan skinned man nodded and turned to the alleyway just as another ball of fire erupted into the alleyway. "Can you get Yata-san his skateboard?"
"I should be able to." The older man spoke, as he held tight to the board and revved his engine. The man looking down to the small communication device on his bike, as he hit a button on it and spoke toward it. "Dewa, Eric, Kōsuke, I'm going to help Yata-san. Keep Nekota safe when you get here."
"Roger!" Dewa instantly replied, as the tan skinned man gave him a nod and accelerated toward the alleyway.
Kamamoto's figure instantly disappearing into the alleyway, and in the mass of bikes and people, as the strain tightly gripped the bottom of his shirt and tried to slow his racing heart. The worry practically eating him alive with each flash of fire he noticed in the alleyway, just as the sound of a second motorcycle came to a stop a few feet away from him and footsteps headed toward him. The strain to focused on t he alleyway to pay attention to anything else, before someone touched his shoulder and the strain yanked back in fear till he noticed Eric beside him with a calm expression on his face.
"E-Eric-san-?"
"Where is Yata?" The blonde demanded, as the strain pointed to the alleyway and him, Kōsuke, and Dewa turned to look at the alleyway in worry. "Shit, how many people are there? Kōsuke, call Bando and tell him we're going to need weapons."
"That won't be necessary." The animal lover spoke, as the blonde looked at him like he was high.
"What do you mean won't be necessary?! Do you see how many people there ar-?"
An explosion rocked the ground, as a huge ball of fire filled the alleyway and the strain let out a gasp at the destruction it caused. Chunks of buildings cracking and breaking apart, as fire blazed and ate away anything it touched, the sight itself almost bringing the strain to his knees, as Kōsuke put an arm around his waist and kept him upright.
"Y-Yata-san…?"
Silence filled the air for a few moments, before a few fast moving objects blasted out of the fire and smoke. The one in front being the vanguard, as the strain felt the relief flood over him and the teen flew past them. Burns and scrapes covering his form, as the two figures flew after them and the teen's eyes widened. The leader of the Ruby Wolves, and the creepy guy from earilier, hot on the vanguard's tail as the strain stumbled forward a few steps but was held back by the animal lover.
"Nekota-"
"How did they survive that?" The teen spoke in disbelief, just as Kamamoto came riding out of the smoke as if nothing was wrong and the strain turned toward him. A moment of silent words passing them, before the man came to a stop beside him and the strain yanked his arm out of Kōsuke's grip.
"Nekota-" The animal lover tried to protest, as the strain climbed onto the bike willingly and wrapped his arms around the tan-skinned male's stomach.
"Get me to Misaki." Nekota demanded, as the others stared at him in surprise and the older man in front of him nodded.
"Hold on tight, Nekota-san." Kamamoto spoke, before he took off. Dewa and Eric calling after them, as the glasses wearing man got back onto his bike and the pair left them behind. The strain's grip tightening by the second, as Kamamoto's hand touched the strain's and the younger looked up at him with worry and slightly confusion. "Just breath, Nekota-san. I'll get to them as fast as I can."
Breathe? Am I breathing? The question seemed stupid, but in the seconds after he realized he felt a little lightheaded and took a careful breath. The teen's body shaking slightly, as he leaned against the older man and tried to calm his racing heart. Yata would be fine. He was smart enough to get somewhere they could fight them easily and closer to HOMRA. That way their King could help them and keep them safe…but would Yata do that? God his head hurt.
"There they are, Nekota-san!" Kamamoto spoke up, as the teen looked around the man and relaxed a little when he saw the three of them weaving in and out on the road to avoid each other's attacks. "I'm gunna try and get closer."
Of course those words fell on deaf ears, as the strain watched the vanguard fight on the streets. His flames practically dancing smoothly against his form, as each attack easily flowed into one another in a beautiful dance of flames and rage. His bat in hand, and skateboard gliding against pavement, as the strain watched in awe with each attack he let lose. A feeling of anger, and malice in each attack, but an underlining calm underneath it all, as the strain relaxed and softly smiled. Yata was using his head for once, just so he could come back to him safely.
"Where are you guys? We lost you a few blocks back!" Dewa demanded, as Nekota stayed focused on the battle ahead of them as the trio in front of them moved into an alleyway.
"I'll activate me tracking chip." Kamamoto spoke in the background of the strain's hearing, just as Yata suddenly stopped his speed and the two men flew past them.
Kamamoto having to veer to the left to avoid hitting the skateboarder, just as Yata matched their speed and the teen gave the skateboarder a relieved smile.
"Yata-san-"
"Nekota, I love you." Yata declared, as the teen's smile suddenly dropped and he looked at him in confusion.
"I love you too, but what-?" the strain started, just as the vanguard touched his face and leaned forward till their lips met. The kiss chaste and full of love, as the younger felt his chest contract and the vanguard gave him a loving smile. "Yata-san-"
"Rikio, keep Nekota safe no matter what." The vanguard ordered, as the older man looked at him in worry and gave a nod.
"But Yata-san what are you going to-"
"What I do best."
And before they could say anything else he flew past them just as the men in front of them started to slow down. A beautiful tail of red flames following after the teen, as he suddenly accelerated to increasing speeds and the men roared their engines before flying after the vanguard. Confusion filling the strain, as Kamamoto tried his best to keep up with them, before they flew past a few familiar buildings and the strain's blood ran cold.
The whole world seeming to lose all color in that moment, just he whipped his head around and watched as the object he had feared came into view. The vanguard's name leaving his lips in a high pitched scream, just as the world seemed to fall in slow motion and Kamamoto suddenly started slowing down his bike to a sharp skid. The vanguard speed reaching dangerous speeds, and the men following him, before he flew off the huge ramp and into the air. Nothing but the teen's back reaching his gaze, as his sweater fluttered out behind him and came out in the shape of wings, as tears filled the teen's eyes and everything suddenly reached full speed and color.
Their course suddenly sharply turning a one eighty, as the strain whipped his head around and stared helplessly as the men on the motorcycles followed after him in the process of trying to stop. The strain trying to reach out and go after them, just as Kamamoto held pulled his arms back around him and held them against him.
"Kamamoto-san let go of me!" Nekota yelled, as the man flew back down the alleyway they came and headed down a different route. "Yata needs us! Go back!"
"We'll get to him, Nekota-san. Just hold on!" The man called back seriously, as they reached dangerous speeds and raced toward the destination the strain knew all to well. Kamamoto's directions and instructions to the others falling on deaf ears, as the strain held tight to the older man's sweater and squeezed his eyes shut.
"Please, please be ok." Nekota pleaded, as they flew toward the alleyway they needed and toward the open space they need.
The strain's heart rate accelerating with every passing moment, before the man skidded toward a stop and Nekota yanked his hands out of the man's grip. The teen tumbling off the bike, and ignoring the man's voice calling out for him, as the strain pushed himself up onto his feet in an instant and quickly looked around for the vanguard. His eyes reaching nothing at first glance, till he noticed the huge hole in the billboard ramp, and sprinted toward it, before Kamamoto could reach out and grab him.
"Misaki!" Nekota yelled, as he ran toward the ramp and went around toward the back.
Each step making the area more clear, as the dented, twisted, metal came into view. The leader of the Ruby Wolves a huge bloody mass of flesh on the billboard, and the other a broken mess on the cement, as the teen stepped behind the billboard and felt his whole world turn upside down.
"M-Misaki…"
Tears filled the teen's eyes, as he shakily stepped toward the teen lying against the mess of melted and bent steel. His body resting against a bent beam, and holding him upright, as his head rested against a second beside him. Blood slowly dripping onto the concrete, as the strain stopped in front of the teen and a heavy sob fell past his lips. Tears falling to the ground, as the younger's knees gave way and he held a hand over his mouth as a heavy cry filled the air in a pained shriek. Blank hazel eyes gazing past him, and his neck bent in a slight unnatural angle, as his broken left arm hang limply over the beam holding upright. His legs no better, as the strain shakily reached out for the older and pushed the hair out of his face with a heavy sob, before he collapsed into the older's lap and sobbed heavily.
The blood in the air nowhere near the pain radiating throughout his body, as he cried and screamed into the air, just as Kamamoto caught up to him and stepped into the space. A heavy gasp and curse coming from behind him, as the man walked toward them till he was beside them and kneeled down next to him. Blood already seeping into the younger's clothes, and staining even the skin underneath, as he cried and wailed into the older's lap. The man beside him silent, till other voices reached beyond them and the man quickly got to his feet to talk to them, leaving him alone with the vanguard as voices reached him despite the volume of his cries.
"Is everyone ok?" Dewa demanded, as the sound of his bike was cut off.
"Shit, what a fucking mess." Eric spoke, as a second bike came to a stop.
"Where are Nekota and Yata?" Kōsuke asked, as Kamamoto let out a pained breath and Akagi asked what was wrong.
"Nekota-san is fine…Y-Yata-san…he…the impact was too much." The tan skinned man spoke, as a heavy silence filled the air beyond him and a car stopped amongst the silence in the distance and Kusanagi's voice reached him.
"What's the situation?" He demanded, as the sound of their king's footsteps moved past the group and toward the pair amongst the bent and melted steel.
Everyone asking where the male was going, just as the footsteps beside him and a hand rested on his head. The soft, caring, touch causing the teen to slowly lift his head and meet sorrowful amber eyes, as his King's finger wiped some of the blood off the strain's cheeks and glanced toward the vanguard in front of them.
"M-Mikoto-san-"
"He protected you from them, didn't he?" No words were needed to be spoken, as heavier tears fell down the strain's face and the man wrapped his arm around the younger till he pulled the teen into his chest. "The idiot put his life on the line just to finish it before we got to him. We told him this jump was dangerous."
"E-Even though he protect me, why do I hurt so much?!" Nekota yelled, as the man glanced toward him and the strain wiped heavily at the tears rolling down his face. "Why can I still see him flying? He's dead and-He used such a stupid stunt and yet…Why aren't I mad at them? They killed him! They…"
The rest faded out as the teen heavily sobbed and Mikoto pulled him close. The other's footsteps stopping on either side of the entrance to the space, as they came to stop behind them and one after another they knelt down behind him. The space slowly coming alight in red, as their flames filled the space and amongst them the strain's burned the brightest and purest.
A Month Later
The sound of wheels against the pavement filled the air as the rumble of the ground against his board filled the teen from head to toe. His entire body vibrating, and the wind threading through his hair, as crimson blossomed from his figure and a staff sailed through the air. A deeper red sailing through the air in little droplets, as the teen harshly turned and sent the staff sailing through the air into his next foe. Voices echoing in his right ear, from the ear bud in it, but none of them actually reaching him, as the sound of the wind and fire pushed him forward and caressed him. Each movement flowing into the other, and pushing his opponents toward the ground, before the board skidded to a stop and the staff gently tapped the ground. A soft ring filling the air, and the crimson dying out, as the teen let the tension fall from his shoulders and slowly stood up straight. Footsteps reaching his ears, and the voices in his ear finally registering, as he turned to the source and saw Chitose, Akagi, and Eric running toward him.
"We told you to fucking wait!" Chitose practically screamed into his ear, as the strain blankly watched the man even when he stopped in front of him and grabbed the front of his navy shirt. "There when twenty of them! Are you trying to get yourself killed, Nekota!"
"Chitose-kun, wait a second-" Akagi tried to reason, as the man in front of the teen violently shook him and the teen didn't even flinch. "Chitose-kun-!"
"I know Yata's dead, and you have to try and forget about him, but running ahead of his and taking them on yourself will get you killed one of these days!" Chitose screamed in his face, as the strain's lip twitched. "You're not Yata, and he's fucking dead! So quit trying to take his spot! He was our vanguard, not you!"
A sickening smack filled the air, as the womanizer fell to one knee and held the side of his face. The staff in the teen's hand slightly raised, as brown eyes stared at him in shock, and the others stared at him in surprise, as the cat glared at the other in pure rage.
"I know Misaki is dead. I watched him fly off the ramp, I found his broken body first, and I laid in his blood till I lost my voice and I couldn't breathe from the pain." Nekota hissed out, as the three of them stared at him in shock and the younger threw the staff toward the ground and it hit the ground with a heavy ring and hit one of the unconscious men. "So don't stand there and tell me he's dead! He risked his life to save mine! He did something stupid and valiant to protect my insignificant life just as he would've done for yours! He died because of me! Because I couldn't fight beside him and protect him like he could protect me! I killed him! I get it! So at least let me do my part and take his place! Let me be vanguard! I don't care what happens to me! I couldn't give a shit if I die at the hands of some sleaze or a king, as long as I can protect the people Misaki cared about! I'll throw my body into any fight I want, whether I make it out of that fight or not! Misaki died because of me, so it's my duty to take his place! SO DON'T STAND THERE AND TELL ME HE'S DEAD AND THAT I CAN'T TAKE HIS PLACE!"
A sickening silence filled the air, as the teen scooped his the skateboard at his feet and stomped away from them. The three of them, and the rest of the clan that had arrived in the middle of his speech, watching his back in shock, as Mikoto shoved his unlit cigarette back into the box and pocketed his lighter. The cat strain throwing down his skateboard the moment he could find a clear space of cement, before he took off and down the sidewalk.
The wind blowing and caressing his body as it silently guided him to his destination. The skateboard weaving him in and out of crowds, and across streets, before he reached the stone gates and skidded to a stop. Nekota reaching down and grabbing the board, before he quietly walked the stone path and veered off into the grass. The green's blades crunching silently in their dry state, as the teen walked the rows of stone till he reached the single one he needed and stopped. The strain silently leaning down to take a seat, as he pulled the skateboard against his chest, and reached a hand out till skin reached polished cold stone. Tears slowly filling his eyes, and his fingers tightening against the beaten board against him, as he leaned against the chipped and red stained skateboard as a soft sob filled the air.
"You were supposed to come back to me, you idiot."
Misaki Yata
July 20th 1993 – May 18th 2012
HOMRA's free and loving crow
BAD ENDING - ROUTE DB - DE COMPLETE
Scarlett: *waves* hey everyone, I finally sat down and decided to just wing the bad ending chapter and this is the result.
Nekota: *frowning* You are a sick human being
Scarlett: *shrugs slightly* I wouldn't say sick per say, this was kind of a lighter death than what I could've done.
Nekota: I meant sick as in you used the ramp from the beginning of Yata's route to kill him
Scarlett: *rubs the back of her head* Yeah, well it was my idea from the beginning to have the ramp jump be his downfall but I wanted to try and use a different idea. And after asking several classmates how they would kill Yata I couldn't recieve an interesting enough death ending, so I just went with my original idea.
Nekota: *rolls his eyes* Something tells me I don't want to know what other deaths you have up your sleeve
Scarlett: *pats Nekota's head, looking at the camera* Anyway, here's the bad ending to Yata's DB Route. As mentioned in the previous chapter the routes are open once more for votes and are as follows:
Route C - Yō Chitose
Route EB - Suoh Mikoto
Route F - Rikio Kamamoto
For anyone not wanting to vote via review there is a poll up on my profile page for you to vote on. *clears her throat, before bowing* And finally I apologize for any feels/crying that occurs because of this chapter, but hope you enjoy it none the less. Thank you for reading Yata's DB Route and make sure to vote for the next route you want me to write.
Reviews Answered:
Panda Master X: *laughs* yeah, killing Chitose would be more of a good ending than bad, but don't worry. Maybe if we're lucky he might die in his route, lol. *reads the review, laughing like crazy* I love the way you worded that, lol. *calms down and clears her throat* Anyway I thought about the whole refrigerating a cracker thing too, but then I got to the point that this is Japan and they're summers are super hot. So the icing, and the marshmallow holding the cake together, would end up melting if it was left out on the counter. So against my better judgement on putting a cracker in the fridge, I did for the sake of the icing and marshmallow. And of course there is icing on a cracker cake! A cake of any kind isn't a cake without icing! *puffs out cheeks, frowning when Nekota pokes the air out of her cheeks* lol, I thought that scene would be funny, and I'm glad you though it was too. I wanted to add a funny element to the sex scene since it was Yata's first time and it's Yata and Nekota. The thought of it fit so well with their relationship, so I'm glad you liked it. *beams* And I'm excited which route we get next too. Can't wait to see what challenge you guys have me face next.
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