HOMRA's Black Cat
Multiroute Fanfiction
Choice EB Part 6- Flee
Love and Family Route
Three Days Later
A calm, peaceful, silence. That's what he awoke to. No soft snoring, no yelling from downstairs, and no smashing of objects. Just a nice, serene, stillness. Nothing but warmth surrounding him, and the faint smell of ashes and cinnamon reaching him, as he slowly opened his eyes and smiled at the white that filled his gaze. The slow rise and fall underneath him telling him that the male under his head was awake, before he tilted his own up and met a pair of molten amber orbs. A soft smile on the man's face, and a hand moving to gently brush the strands of hair out of the strain's face, till the younger returned it and relaxed against the king's shoulder.
"Morning." Mikoto spoke, a thumb circling against the teen's cheek. "How did you sleep?"
"Great. I slept great." Nekota quietly replied, a bit of grogginess in his tone, but calm nonetheless. "What time is it?"
"One in the afternoon." A hum let the younger, before he curled up against the older. Nothing but a calm silence passing over them, and putting them at ease, till the teen glanced to the open door to the bedroom and strained his ears for any noise from downstairs.
"The others still out searching?" He quietly asked, feeling the hand against his waist twitch only slightly, as he tilted his head back up to look at the king. Amber eyes now staring at the ceiling, and filled with concentration, while the strain patiently waited.
Mostly because he knew it was a touchy topic, and he hadn't realized it's significance till awhile after the issue came to light. Yet when Mikoto called the entire red clan into a meeting the morning after he was reunited with his sister, and started the search for the gang with the strain drug, he hadn't questioned it till now. Sure he had been surprised, and wondered why the older had suddenly put so much attention into the issue, but after he had seen the king glance at him, and their eyes met, he understood why.
Mikoto was trying to protect him. After watching the younger fall prey to the altered medication, and nearly kill himself, he was trying to keep strains like Nekota and Nia safe, just like HOMRA would do for anyone, but over the past few days his thoughts had been slowly altering on the matter. Especially after every glance, every stare, every touch, and every protest he got from the older man about going outside the past few days. Each graze of skin, each look, and each objection wasn't just for his safety. It was for something more, something personal, and for the life of him he could understand what it was. Yet that was probably the least of his worries. That gang was still on the loose, with that drug on their hands, and Nia could be targeted at anytime without Nekota there to protect her. Sure the others knew where Nia went to school, and one of them made sure she had made it home safe the past few days, but he couldn't believe every report and every reassurance he got. He wanted to make sure his sister was safe, just like Mikoto was trying to keep them safe.
"They're combing through the rougher parts of our territory today." The red king finally spoke, while the hand on the teen's waist slowly slid up to rest between his shoulder blades and rub between them. "We haven't caught sight of them yet."
"Maybe they're hiding." Nekota spoke, as amber eyes moved to glance down at him. "They probably caught wind of everything the first day and scattered."
"We'll flush them out soon enough."
"Nia is getting worried though." He quietly replied, the hand between his shoulder blades moving to gently squeeze his shoulder when he looked away from the man and toward the cellphone sitting beside the king's on the bedside table. "And I don't want her getting hurt."
"She won't and neither will you." When those words left the other's mouth, he glanced up to find those molten orbs staring down at him lovingly again. Almost as if he was staring down Anna, who he had come to learn was pretty much like a daughter to the man, even if he didn't show it openly around others.
"We can't let this go on much longer though."
"It won't." Came the reassuring answer he had been waiting for, before he was nudged by the other to sit up and found the man's arm wrapped around his shoulder not long after, fingers brushing against his ear. "Now, lets go get breakfast."
"Look who finally got out of bed." Kusanagi teased, the moment the two of them came down the stairs and into the empty bar, while Nekota frowned slightly beside him.
"I was comfy, sue me." Came the faint, snippy, reply, as the strain sat down at the bar and Tatara peaked his head in from the kitchen.
"I thought I heard you two. Breakfast will be done in a minute."
In response, Mikoto gave his vassal a nod and sat beside the teen. A glass of water being placed in front of the younger, and his best friend moving to get the king his own drink, while he shook his head at them.
"I don't think you can call that breakfast when its already afternoon, Tatara." The bar owner spoke, as the brunette disappeared back into the kitchen, humming.
"The first meal of the day is always breakfast, Izumo!" His vassal called from the other room, his faint humming returning a few moments afterword while the blonde sighed.
"Honestly, I thought it was bad enough I could barely get you out of bed at a decent time, but now you've got Nekota doing it too."
"He can sleep as long as he wants." Mikoto replied, taking the glass of juice that was handed to him and taking a sip, Nekota playing with the rip of his own and collecting bits of condensation on his finger.
"Have the others found anything yet?"
"Not yet, no." Kusanagi replied, giving the younger a small smile at his impatience. "Are you worried about you're sister?"
"I just want her to be safe." Came the teen's reply, just as Tatara came out with two plates in hand and beamed at them.
"Breakfast is served." His vassal spoke cheerfully, setting down the food in front of them, and perking up when the door to the bar dinged behind them. "Welcome back, San-chan, Shouhei!"
"I told you to quit calling me that." The hooded man grumbled, as Mikoto glanced back to find his clansmen sporting a few new bruises and his eyes narrowed. A look that didn't go unnoticed by them, while the upbeat man winced at his gaze and Bandō shoved his hands in his pockets. "We found a few of them, finally."
In an instant Nekota was whipping his head around to look at them, his body tense and his eyes wide.
"Where are they?" Mikoto asked, making the dark-haired male sigh and rub the back of his covered head, revealing another bruise.
"Got away, but we caught them attacking another strain. We turned into an alley and found them holding one down. They drugged'm, but when we showed up we got a few swings in before they ran for it." The man explained, before glancing at the worried expression on Nekota's face. "It wasn't Nia."
The sigh of relief that filled the air not long after seemed to put them all at ease, as the redhead nodded and Izumo moved to grab Anna's map from behind the bar.
"Where were they?"
"No far from the abandoned factory district. Yata and Kamamoto are checking the area now."
"How many were there?"
"Four, which is less than Yata and Shouhei ran into a few days ago."
"They're spreading themselves out." Tatara spoke, while the bar owner beside him set the map down on the counter and Bandō pointed out the exact location. Nekota's eyebrows furrowing, before he started eating his breakfast. "They're trying to make it harder for us to find them."
"True, the more teams there are the longer it will take for use to catch one of them and locate their hideout." Kusanagi added, marking the laminated map with a dry erase marker and studying it. "Of course they could be in this area. There are plenty of buildings they could be using to hide their product and make it."
"They could be in an entirely different area, too." Shouhei pointed out, while the king quietly watched the strain beside him.
The teen's worried expression growing with every word, and his fingers tightening around the fork in his hand, till he suddenly stopped eating and glared down at his plate. A new fire in his eyes he hadn't seen since the moment Yata found him, as sapphire eyes moved to look toward the rest of him and he set his utensil aside.
"Then why don't we have someone act as bait to lure them out?"
The moment those words hit the air, everyone was glancing toward the younger, and it took everything the older had not to instantly deny the request. Mostly for the fact that he had an idea as to what the teen was thinking about for a plan, and there was no way he would let that happen, while Kusanagi frowned from behind the bar.
"It could work, but who are you suggesting to be the bait?" His blonde friend asked, while the strain moved to point to himself and the bar owner interrupted him. "That's too risky, Nekota. They may be after you, but if we can't protect you and capture one of their own it'll be worthless. The last thing we want is you to get hurt in all this mess."
"You got any better ideas?" The strain challenged, making his second in command's eyebrows furrow and a glare to reach the younger. "Everyone has been looking for them for a few days now and we've got nothing but a few confrontations and no new information. If this keeps up a strain is going to get seriously hurt and I don't want it to be Nia. I'd rather deal with the effects of the drug then let my own sister get pulled into this."
"But you'll burn yourself alive if they give you the drug." Akagi spoke, concern written all over his face, while Bandō frowned.
"Not to mention, if one of us can't get to you, we can't neutralize your powers."
"I'm fine with that."
"I'm not." Mikoto spoke, as all eyes turned to him and Nekota gave him a small glare. "I'm not letting someone who isn't part of HOMRA get hurt."
"Then make me a clansmen." The strain demanded.
"No."
The look of pure anger that flashed across the teen's face was almost as strong as the red king's own flames, before the teen got up from his chair and headed for the door.
"Nekota-san-?"
"Fine, then I'll do it myself."
"Nekota, wait!" Bandō called, as he rushed after the teen and the strain bolted for it. The slamming of the door causing his clansmen to curse, while the hooded man yanked open the door and rushed out of it with his battling partner just behind him. "Nekota! Nekota, stop!"
"Nekota-san!"
"Damn it." Izumo cursed, while Tatara watched the door slowly close, before turning to the redhead.
"King?" His vassal quietly spoke, before Mikoto's flames suddenly burst to life and his two friends flinched. The heat, and size, of them making both of them shrink away a bit, as the man got up from his chair and headed for the door. "K-King-"
"Call the others and tell them to find him." He ordered, getting a nod from his second in command, while he fumbled for his phone, and the redhead exited the bar.
Civilians instantly rushing away from him, and his rage, as he headed down the sidewalk and let out a heavy curse.
So much for keeping the brat happy and safe.
The sound of his shoes slapping against the sidewalk drowned out the noise around him. The wind pulling at his hair and clothes, and the presence of the others behind him pushing him forward, as he sprinted down the sidewalk. His mission driving him further, and his determination flooding his reason, while he harshly turned the corner and ducked into the first alleyway he could find. The teen diving behind a dumpster, and keeping his harsh breaths to a minimum, as the sound of Shouhei and Bandō's voice's flew past him. Their footsteps slowly disappearing, and the younger letting out a sigh in relief, before he carefully got to his feet and took a moment to catch his breath.
Sapphire eyes scanning the alleyway, and a quick check telling him the two clansmen were far-gone, while he let out a deep breath and headed further down the alleyway. His senses on high alert, and his powers flickering just under his skin, as he slowly moved through streets and alleyways. None of the others presences reaching him, and the area around him getting sketchier, till he reached the location Bandō and Shouhei mentioned before.
The worse for wear buildings, and abandoned factories off in the distance, reminding him of the last time he ran into those men, as he keep his powers on high alert and cautiously moved around the area. It taking all his will power to look lost, and far from curious, till he caught a presence behind him and casually turned to face his new arrival. One he recognized from before, as the man that held him back stood before him with a smirk on his face. No bag, or item on his person that could harm him, while the teen mentally cursed and focused on the area around him, trying to locate his partner he knew wasn't too far behind the man.
"Well, well, look what we have here. Did someone lose his way?" The bigger man teased, before the sound of footsteps came from behind the younger and he quickly whipped around to find the man's accomplice snickering at him. A crazed look in his eyes, as he fingered the strap of the messenger bag around his shoulder and looked him over head to toe.
"I don't think so. I think the little kitty was trying to find us." The thinner male giggled, suddenly appearing in front of him and brushing his fingers against the younger's chin. "Were you looking for us, little kitty?"
The sudden appearance of the other had him flinching away from him, and his flames flaring to life, as the man in front of him smirked and disappeared before his eyes. Something that had him suddenly looking around him in a panic, and the bigger man behind him watching him in amusement, as the younger tried to keep the fire blazing around him in check.
"I wouldn't bother kid." He spoke, the teen giving him a confused expression, while he crossed his arms over his chest. "You can't take on a teleporting strain."
Teleporting strain?!
The moment the idea of the danger he was in sunk in, a sudden weight smashed into him and forced him to the ground. His head cracking against the cement, and making him cry out in pain, while pain flared through his skull and his vision wavered. The other strain on top of him, and a crazed look in his eyes, as the teen's fire lost control and the heat skyrocketed. Something that didn't even seem to faze the guy above him, till he rummaged through the now burning bag around his shoulder and pulled out a thin, circular object he couldn't quite make out.
"Now, now, kitty. We can't have you turning yourself to ashes." The man teased, before he grabbed him by the hair and forced his head off the ground. The rough treatment making him hiss in pain, till something cold and solid clicked around his neck. His flames suddenly snuffing out, and the weight against his throat making him freeze, till a feeling of blankness and weight washed over him. Something that had him panicking, and reaching up to finger the collar around his neck, before he turned sapphire up into amused grey and the flash of a syringe met his gaze. "I'll take the restriction collar off when you can be a good boy, kitty."
no. No. No, this wasn't…this wasn't happening. He was supposed to overtake these guys and use an illusion till the others could find him and question the gang members. He wasn't supposed to get caught like this, especially without the use of his powers. He…he wasn't…
"You look so cute when you've got a hopeless expression on your face." The man giggled, till the feel of the needle moving past his flesh reached his senses and he panicked. A swift knee to his gut rendering him worthless, as he let out a harsh cough and the strain above him tisked as he forced the drug into him. "Now, now, you have to be a good kitty and behave. Otherwise we'll have to make you obey."
"F-Fuck you." Nekota hissed, while his vision started to slowly warp. A pleased giggle left the man above him, till he suddenly stopped and looked toward the entrance to the alleyway. The other man doing the same, till Nekota followed their gazes and nearly sighed in relief when he found Mikoto standing in the alleyway. His red aura flaring around him dangerously, and a menacing glare on his face, till the strain above him giggled. "M-Mikoto-"
"So this is the little kitties protector." The strain above him spoke, just as the teen was suddenly yanked to his feet and thrown over the crazed man's shoulder. "Well too bad, kingy, the little kitties mine."
"Mikoto-!"
The instant he tried to move and resist the hold over his body, a sudden snap reached his ears and he fell into darkness.
The moment amber eyes fell on the strain's helpless form nothing but rage had filled him. From the man on top of the younger, to the small hole in his arm, and the restriction collar around his neck, Nekota couldn't have been more powerless. Especially since the younger had to hand to hand combat experience, and had never been in a real fight in his life, but no…the moment his name left the strain's lips, and the slight tears welled up in his eyes, he didn't hesitate for a second to head toward the trio in front of him. The man above the younger seeming to be faster, as he suddenly yanked Nekota to his feet and slung him over his shoulder, a noise of protest leaving the teen's lips, and his mind barely focusing on what the other man said, till he was suddenly gone and he came to a halt. Wide amber eyes staring at the spot the teen and man had been, before the other man smirked slightly and headed past the spot the two had been.
"You seemed surprised. I'd expect HOMRA's king would've seen a teleporting strain before." He spoke, before the older's fire flared back to his previous angered state and the sound of footsteps came behind him.
"Mikoto-san!"
"King!" Yata and Kamamoto called, just before his vanguard came to a stop beside him, along with his battling partner. "We felt your power flare and came as soon as we could. What's going on?"
"Is that one of the gang members?" Kamamoto asked, as the redhead glared at the smirking man across from him and tried to keep his anger in check.
"Nekota's been taken." He spoke with all the calmness he owned, before both clansmen turned to look at him in shock and the skateboarder was the first one to conjure his weapon and throw down his skateboard.
"Then you're going to tell us where he is!" Yata demanded, his body lighting aflame and his bat being pointed toward the man. "Or I'm going to beat it out of you!"
"Sorry, crow, but that won't be happening." The man spoke with an amused smile, before the teleporting strain from before appeared beside him and set a hand on his shoulder. A wave being directed to them from both gang members. "Bye now."
"Wa-!"
A sudden snap sounded, before the both of them were gone. Nothing but an empty alleyway remaining in front of them, as Yata let out a curse and threw his bat onto the ground.
"Get back here and fight me you fucker!" He yelled, as more cursing followed and Kamamoto tried to call the vanguard down.
"Yata-san, yelling isn't going to make them come back. Besides…" A moment of silence passed over them, before the king glanced over to find both males looking at him, and it took everything he had to calm his fire down to a dull roar and then snuff it out. "Mikoto-san-"
"Where are Shouhei and Bandō?" He questioned, before the sound of more footsteps reached him and he turned to find the rest of his clansmen coming toward him. The two he needed right in the front of the group. "They took him."
"I'll track his cellphone." Bandō quickly spoke, after getting over his slight shock, before he was pulling out a laptop from a bag Tatara brought with him and opening to begin the search. "If we're lucky they haven't taken it off him yet."
"Which means we'll get a one way ticket to their hideout." Akagi added, while the King ignored their comments.
The man instead glaring at the ground and resisting the urge to let his aura come alive as his two best friends came to a stop beside him and gave him small, reassuring, smiles.
"We'll find him, before anything bad happens."
I hope so.
"Wow! This stuff sure runs through your body quick! Maybe we should up the dosage."
"That might kill him. You've already given him several injections since we got here."
"That's cause his powers are burning through it too quickly! We can't get good data without it fully taking effect!" The older strain huffed, as the teen groaned and rolled over onto his side.
The feel of cold concrete pressing into his flesh almost making him sigh in relief, while he ignored the two men argued over the drug they had been forcing into him. His gaze and mind still a bit hazy, and the room shifting in and out of focus, till the slamming of a door reached his ears and he flinched at the noise. Footsteps reaching him, as he opened his eyes and found another man standing in the doorway. His scrunched up form telling him he was pissed, as the other two beside him glanced at him and the strain waved.
"Hey boss man!"
"Shut up, you idiot. Can't you keep it down?" The new arrival demanded, before he walked toward them and glanced in his direction. "Who is this?"
"Another strain! And he's super powerful too! I've already given him five injections and his powers are burning through it like crazy!" The crazed man spoke, before a pair of nice shoes reached his gaze and the boss squatted down beside him. Rough fingers forcing his head up to look at the man, while he was turned and studied, before a small smirk reached his hazy gaze. "It's only been an hour, too!"
"That's interesting." The leader replied, his tone making the teen shiver, before fingers dug into his face and he winced. "No wonder HOMRA was keeping you safe."
At the mention of the others, the teen stiffened and his eyes grew wide. Another hand moving to grab him by the hair, and force him to his feet, as he struggled to keep up with the silent demand and gripped at the hand ripping his hair out.
"Wonder how much they'll want you back when you're brain dead and hooked."
"n-No…p-please don't." Nekota shakily spoke, as he shakily tried to pry the fingers out of his hair and the teleporting strain reached for another syringe. "N-no, k-keep th-that away from me."
"Give him twice the dosage." The boss ordered, before one of his arms was grabbed and he struggled against the hold on him.
"S-Stop! D'Don't…I don't w-want it! N-No!" He shakily pleaded, before the syringe dug into his already tortured arm and he whimpered. The poison like liquid being forced into him, as he felt tears well up in his eyes and his vision start to grow even hazier. "P-Please…s-stop."
"No can do, kitty! You're our new pet now, and we're going to spoil you rotten!" The strain beside him giggled, before he felt the other needle press against this flesh and an explosion rocked the building. "Huh?"
"Looks like HOMRA finally arrived." The Boss spoke, as he grabbed the syringe from the teleporting strain and nodded toward the door. "Go take care of them."
"Yes, boss!" Both men spoke, before the strain teleported them both and his head was yanked back. The man's hazy face coming into view, as he forced the second dosage into him.
"P-p-ple-ase…"
"Be a good kitty and behave." The man spoke, as the darkness started to invade his vision once more. A small smirk on the older's lips the only thing he could make out, till he shakily reached out and dug his fingers into the man's shirt.
"Y-You w-won't win a-against him." Nekota shakily forced out, his grip slowly loosening. "M-Mi-iko-to will k-kill you."
"I'd like to see him try, little kitten."
"Ah-…who's-…up." A distorted, garbled, voice spoke as the teen started to come two.
His body heavy, and his gaze and mind muddled, as he slowly opened his eyes and groaned at the harsh light attacking his retinas. The strain forcing his eyes closed, and a rush of garbled voices assaulting his eardrums, till he felt himself being shifted and forced his eyes open once more. Everything still a rush of colors, and his mind still trying to keep up with his surroundings, till an unsettling warmth tightened around his middle and something cold pressed against his throat. The new sensations stilling him, while his gaze started to slowly pull some form together and his mind slowly started back up. A handful of silhouettes appearing before him, and a flickering color surrounding them, as the warmth behind and below him finally registered. It taking only a few seconds after to realize he was sitting in the leaders lap, in a chair, in the back of a room, and the entirety of HOMRA was watching them. The silhouette in front of him no doubt being the king, from his shape, and the huge amount of fire surrounding him, while the knife pressed against his throat grazed against his chin and a chuckle brushed against his ear.
"Welcome back to reality, little pet." The leader spoke, as the younger shivered and tried to move away from him. The hold around him middle, and the knife against his throat proving his attempt worthless, while he shakily leaned back against the man and was rewarded with a small noise of approval. "Good kitty."
"Nekota's not your pet!" Yata yelled from across the room, as shuffling was heard and the blade was pressed against his throat once more.
"Don't you idiot. You're going to get him killed if you can't keep calm." Bandō growled, while the vanguard whispered a slight apology.
"Both of you shut up." Mikoto's voice finally ordered, as silence reached him and the strain's vision cleared up enough to make out the others and most of the room. Something he wished he could unsee, as burn marks and blood strains the floor and walls. The teleporting strain and his accomplice nothing but a burned siholoette against the concrete floor, while several other gang members laid against the floor either unconscious or two injured to get up. Burn marks covering each of them, and none of them minor, before sapphire eyes reached the king's amber eyes and everything came to a grinding halt.
His fear, his pain, his hazed mind, everything disappeared as he stared into relieved, protective, and loving amber eyes. Emotions that were hidden deep under rage and anger, as the male's magenta tinged flames blazed brightly and hot. Their heat reaching him from across the room, and seeming to caress and try and calm him, while the younger rough bit down on his lower lip and tried to keep himself from letting tears well up in his eyes…because…because he finally figured it out. Finally understood why every touch, word, look, and smile made him confused and why every time he woke up beside the man he was calm and happy. Why it hurt when he refused to let him help, refused to let him leave the bar, and refused to even let him join HOMRA...Mikoto loved him and he stupidly went against the man's wishes just so he could prove himself and show him he could help. Just so he could hurt the king even more and force him into his situation. A situation where the younger's life was on the line and he had no other choice but to give into whatever demands the man behind him wanted because he cared about the strain, loved him, and it would cost HOMRA so much more than they could take just for his small life.
"M-Mikoto…." The moment the man's name left his lips, amber eyes locked with his and he forced the lump down his throat. "I-"
A hand suddenly slapped over his mouth as he winced and amber eyes narrowed at the man behind him. A small tisking noise brushing against his ear, while the knife ghosted against his flesh.
"Now, now, didn't I tell you to behave earlier? Good little kitties are supposed to be quiet and listen to their owners…or do you need a reminder?" The instant the question reached his ears, he quickly shook his head and the others looked at him in worry. The younger unable to stop himself from shaking, at the reminder of the mental hell he was just been released from, before the man rested his chin against the teen's shoulder and removed his hand from his mouth. "Now then, I believe we were talking business before my little pet woke up."
"If you think we'd let you keep Nekota you're sorely mistaken." Kusanagi spoke up, making the teen stiffen, as the younger glanced toward the King and felt his body grow heavy.
That's why they were all on guard. Not only had the leader threatened him physically with t he knife, but he wanted to keep him. Something that HOMRA could act out against without caution, because either option would end up with him dead…there had to be something he could do. Something, anything, to make it easier for them. He was the idiot that got himself into this mess, and he had to be the one to get himself out of it, because Mikoto wouldn't do anything to let him get hurt, and Kusanagi would try and keep the others from helping him to avoid bloodshed. There had to be something…
A quickly look around the room proved his efforts fruitless, till he noticed the man wasn't even holding him back anymore. No arm around his middle, nothing binding his hands, he was just sitting in his lap and the only thing keeping him in play was the knife. Sure the drug was still flowing through him, but it wasn't hindering him as much as it had been when he first came around. No, if he could get in a hit, or distraction, of some kind then he could give the others the chance to get him free. Then Mikoto wouldn't have to worry about him, and he'd be safer than he was. He just had to figure out which was the better choice.
EE.) Hit the Leader
EF.) Distract the Leader
Scarlett: *hesitantly waves* Hey everyone, sorry about not posting last Saturday. My parents had me running around getting the things I needed before I head back to college from spring break and I didn't get any time to actually start working on the chapter till midnight that day.
Nekota: *frowns at her* Then why didn't you finish the chapter then?
Scarlett: *puts her head in her hands* because I could only get the first scene in a half done in an hour and then I was so tired after that I started typing crap, and I couldn't stay awake, so I had to go to bed, but I couldn't find time to work on it till today!
Mikoto: *pats her head*
Nekota: *blinks at her, scooting away* Right...*clears his throat* well *points to the camera*
Scarlett: *suddenly sits up, clearing her throat and smiling* anyway, I'm sorry about not posting last week. I really wanted to, but stuff got in the way. However, I finished the chapter in the past few hours and I'm going to keep typing in hopes I can get both routes done today. If not I'll post whichever route I get done today. As an added bonus, for anyone that like the Yata and Eric pairing from the last route, during my fanfiction 5 year anniversary livestream RainStorm2122 requested a YataXEric fanfiction and I'll be posting that today as well, right after this chapter goes up. So be on the look out for it. It's called Cover-Up and it'll have a cute Yata and Eric cover on it I drew myself awhile ago. *takes a deep breath* Anyway, that aside, I hope you all enjoy the chapter and I apologize again for not posting last week! *bows*
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Panda Master X: *reads review, laughing* yep, Nia's innocence is Nekota's downfall and her student title is going to make her fun to play with in future routes. I've got an vague idea on how Yata's other route is going to go and I'm thinking of weaving her into it, but we'll have to see how it'll go when it's picked and I start writing it. Yata's DA route will definetly be a different approach to his DB route and I'm excited for it. *reads the rest* lol, no Kenji won't appear in this route, but it'd be interesting to see him appear in another route and bump into Nekota and Nia. I've got a sick, twisted, idea of Kenji trying to torture/use Nia against Nekota and breaking him apart...*rubs the back of her head, frowning* or maybe that's too much, idk, we'll see. Anyway! I'm sorry I didn't post last week, hun, but I hope you enjoy today's chapter! I'm gunna work my fingers off to try and get both end routes done!
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