HOMRA's Black Cat
Multiroute Fanfiction
Choice EB – Flee – EE – Hit the Leader
Love and Family Route
"Well, if you think I'm going to hand over my new pet easily you're sorely mistaken." The leader spoke, while Nekota mentally cursed. There wasn't time for a distraction, he had to act now.
"I hope he burns you." Nekota quietly spoke to himself, before he suddenly shifted to the side and drove his elbow into the man's stomach.
A heavy cough leaving the leader, as he hunched over slightly in pain, and the knife clattering to the floor, while the teen quickly scrambled away from the man. The sudden movement making his world tilt, and his legs shake, but the moment he collided with a warm, hard chest he couldn't help but dig his fingers into the white fabric and curl up against the King. Tears filling his eyes, and the tight grip around him pulling him into a calmer state, while the others stared at him in complete astonishment for his sudden surprise attack and a hand lightly ruffled his hair. A movement that had him glancing over to see Totsuka standing beside them, and a very small smile on his face, while he knelt down beside them- wait, when had they sat down?
"Are you ok, Nekota-chan? Are you hurt?" HOMRA's vassal calmly asked, while the others kept their distance, but from the looks on their faces they wanted nothing more than to crowd around and make sure he was unharmed.
"I-I'm fine." He quietly replied, his fingers tightening around the redhead's shirt tangled in his grip. "Just a little out of it. They gave me a lot with the last dosage."
It was then that the King's grip on him loosened slightly. An action that had Nekota glancing up at him in confusion, till he noticed the pure rage in the man's eyes. Amber orbs boring into the gang leader now collecting himself across from them, and his fire warmer than he had ever felt it, but thankfully not burning him, as he was carefully lifted into Totsuka's lap and the man got to his feet.
"King-"
"Keep him safe, Tatara." Mikoto ordered, before the hobbyist gave a nod and the others moved to stand in front of him.
"Guys, I can fight you know." The vassal lightly laughed, making Yata frown.
"Like hell you can. When was the last time you used your flames?" The vanguard demanded, while the light brunette lightly winced.
"Alright, you caught me." Came the teasing reply, while Shouhei knelt down beside them and gave the strain a worried look.
"Are you sure you're ok, Nekota-san? You look a little pale."
"I'll be fine, Akagi-san."
"Both of you shut up." Yata muttered, as he turned back toward the red king and the gang leader.
The man now out of his chair, and his knife back in his hand, while he glared at the redhead and scoffed.
"Knew I should've killed the god damn brat when those idiots brought him here." He sneered. Yet when Mikoto didn't say a word, and continued walking toward the man, the leader didn't hesitate to back up and topple over his chair in an attempt to trap himself against the wall. "D-Don't! You don't want to kill me!"
"Pft, nice try idiot. You pissed of Mikoto-san." Yata chuckled, while Chitose shoved the vanguard and he shoved back. "Give him hell, King!"
"Be quiet." Kusanagi reprimanded, as he moved to stand in front of the other clansmen.
"Kusanagi-san?"
"Don't make him madder. He'll lose control easier." The bartender spoke, before Nekota stiffened and tried to sit up.
Totsuka and Shouhei trying to keep him still, and failing, as he forced himself to his feet and pushed past a few of the others. His legs nearly giving out on him, and Yata trying to keep him back, before Fujishima managed to grab him by the arm and keep him behind HOMRA's second in command. Everyone's words falling on deaf ears, as the King stopped in front of the man and his flames flared out around him wildly.
"Y-You don't want to kill me!" The leader yelled, while Mikoto simply grunted and reached a hand out. "H-He'll die if you kill me!"
In mere seconds everyone fell silent and looked to the strain. Nekota staring at the man in complete shock, and fear, as his legs gave out and the animal lover behind him managed to catch him. Eric and Bandō instantly beside him, and asking if he was ok, while amber eyes glanced back at him, before looking back to the shaking male.
"That so?"
"Y-Yes!"
"Why?" When he didn't seem to answer the question fast enough, the king reached his hand out further and the man flinched. "Why?"
"I-I gave him a stronger version of the drug! After the last one started wearing off I used the one we've just started testing!" He shakily replied, while the teen stiffened and dug his fingers into Fujishima's jacket. Panic filling him, as Eric started shaking him to get his attention and Yata knelt down in front of him…th-that's why he didn't wake up till a few minutes ago? How long had he been out? "Every strain we've used it on has died so far. I thought, since his powers are stronger, that his body would be able to handle it, but if he doesn't get another dosage his body will give out."
"What?!" Yata yelled, as he suddenly got to his feet and Kusanagi quickly grabbed the vanguard by the shoulder before he could go after the man. "Why the hell would you do that?! Nekota didn't do shit to you!"
"Yata!" The blonde yelled, before the King's flames flared out dangerously and the fire around his hand snuffed out. The man instead grabbing the leader by the throat, and lifting him off the ground, as the male struggled against the king's hold and gasped for air. "Mikoto-!"
"Fix. Him." The two words echoed through the room in a dark, burning, tone, as the man shook his head and gagged when the grip on his throat tightened. "Fix him."
"I-I c-can't! H-He h-has to be w-waned off of it and I d-don't even h-have the m-materials I need!"
"There has to be more somewhere, or you wouldn't have given it to him in the first place." Kusanagi spoke, just as the others looked to the second in command and took off into the rest of the hideout. Fujishima, Totsuka, and Yata staying behind to keep watch over him. "So where is it?"
"L-Like I'd tell you." He scoffed, just as Mikoto's flames flared out and the man flinched away in fear. "I-I'd rather die!"
"Nekota. Nekota, look at me." Totsuka called, just as the strain snapped out of his shocked trance and looked toward the king's vassal, a small smile on the man's face. "Everything is going to be okay."
"B-But-"
"King won't let you die." Yata spoke next, as he sat in front of him and the teen had to once again wonder when he was set on the floor. "Just try to stay calm."
"Y-Yata-san…"
"Where is it?" Mikoto asked, lifting the man further up the wall, and ignoring the gasping and choking noises that left the leader. "I won't repeat myself twice."
The moment the King's fire flared out to dangerous heights, and Kusanagi moved in front of them in the case he had to keep them safe from the ragging fire, the man shrieked and curled up against the wall.
"A-Alright! Alright! I'll tell you!" He yelled, while the ragging magenta flames calmed slightly. "Th-The stronger drug is marked with a red sticker on the boxes we have them in!"
In an instant the blonde bartender was pulling out his phone and telling the others. The other clansmen around him relaxing slightly, till a rush of pain flared through the teen's frame and he winced. Fujishima the only one to catch it, as he looked down at him in concern and frowned.
"Nekota, are you okay?" He asked, just a Mikoto glanced back at him and Kusanagi quickly looked back at him while whoever was on the other end of the phone call kept talking to him. "What's wrong?"
"I-I'm fine." The strain quickly reassured them, before another wave hit him and he let out a small gasp. Totsuka instantly setting a hand on his back, and looking at him in concern, as the younger tried to curl into himself.
"Nekota-chan, what's wrong? Are you in pain? What hurts?" The vassal spoke, just as the leader chuckled and the King turned to glare at him.
"Looks like it's already started. His powers are reversing on him and breaking down his body."
"But he's got a restriction collar on!" Yata yelled, making the man laugh.
"You really think that completely neutralizes his powers? All it does is stop him from using them. They're still active even with the collar on." He sneered, while the vanguard growled.
"You fucking asshole!"
The instant the skateboarders yell echoed through the room, the burning fire around the king flared out and engulfed the man in his grasp. A blood curdling scream following afterwards, as the man let go of the male in his grip and let him fall to the floor with a sickening thud. The burning figure trying desperately to stop the onslaught of flames, while Mikoto slowly made his way back to him. His expression a lot calmer, and the most of his rage now gone, as concern now replaced it. The burning fire around him slowly calming, till he stopped in front of them and knelt down. Totsuka and Yata moving to give him room, and Kusanagi quickly turning back to his phone, as Fujishima helped the king maneuver him into his lap. The same calmly warmth he was used to engulfing him, as he curled up against the man and whimpered when pain flooded through his system. Arms moving to tightly wrap around him, and hold him close, as a thumb gently rubbed his shoulder and a cheek rested against his the top of his head.
"It's alright." Mikoto quietly spoke, surprising the others with his gentle voice, as the teen looked up to find those loving amber orbs looking down at him. "It'll be alright."
"I-It hurts." Nekota shakily replied, while the bar owner pulled away from his phone to turn to them.
"Chitose and Dewa found one of the boxes. They're bringing it here now."
"Good." Mikoto replied, just as a rush of pain flared through the teen's body and he cried out. Body falling stiff, and arching out with the rush of agony, as the others looked at him in fear and Mikoto rested a hand on the younger's cheek. "It'll be okay, Nekota, just hold on."
"I-It h-h-urts."
"We've got it!" Chitose yelled, just the womanizer and his battling partner burst into the room. Dewa carrying a box with a red sticker on it, as the pair rushed over and set it beside the two of them. "Shit, Nekota-"
"Both of you move." Kusanagi ordered, as he pushed the two aside and pulled the box open. A bit of clinking heard, before his arm was grabbed and a curse left the bar owner. "Mikoto, give me his other arm."
A small noise left the king, before he was maneuvered around and his other arm was grabbed. Pain coursing through his body, and every touch against his skin pure agony, before the needle pushed past his flesh and the burning torture started to calm. Relief falling on everyone's faces, and the blonde pulling the needle out of him when the entire thing had been emptied into his system, before he was suddenly pressed against the King's chest. A relieved breath leaving the man, as he gave him a soft smile and held him close.
"M-Mikoto-san-"
"Don't worry, we'll get you off this crap as soon as we can. I promise."
Three Months Later
"Nekota…Nekota…Kouji, wake up."
A soft groan filled the air as the teen rolled over and huffed in protest to the voice. A deep, soft, chuckle reaching his ears, before arms wrapped around him from behind and lips pressed against his neck. Something that had him purring, and leaning back against the warmth behind him, as he reluctantly opened his eyes and shivered when warm hands slid under the tank top he was wearing.
"Mikoto…"
"How are you feeling?" A soft chuckle followed the man's question, before the strain slowly turned over and looked up into amber eyes. Hands moving to caress his face, and a small smile stretching across the teens face, as he curled up against the older man and relaxed when lips pressed into his forehead.
"I'm fine, Mikoto. I've been fine for a week." Came Nekota's reply, lips moving down the bridge of his nose.
"You were a bit groggy the first few days."
"You would be too after finally flushing a drug completely out of your system."
A hum was his only response, as arms moved to wrap around him and pull him close. The warmth he was all too familiar with now wrapping around him, and the smell of smoke and cinnamon filling his nose, while he purred at the lips pressing against his neck and curled up against the man beside him.
Three months. Three months of reoccurring memories, of pain, and of slowly waning off a drug that almost killed him. That had been his life ever since Mikoto carried him out of the gang's hideout and back to the bar, never once stopping for Scepter Four who had come to the scene when they heard HOMRA had attacked the gang and casualties had been made. Yet Mikoto had ignored the blues, even their king, and had focused on him. Focused on getting him better, getting him off the drug, and being there every time he woke up between episodes and broke down. His past memories plaguing him every time he fell under and the never-ending agony continuing till Scepter Four's check up yesterday.
Something that Mikoto wished wasn't completely necessary, since none of HOMRA seemed to like the blues, but when they had been running low on the drug they had had no choice. So when the red king finally gave in and asked for the blues help, it had felt like the apocalypse around the bar for the next few days after, but when he was finally showing signs of completely recovering the others had been more than happy to be dealing with the blues. Sure the fighting between the two clans didn't stop, especially between the third in commands, but it was more than funny to see Shouhei trying to break them up. The upbeat man talking about how they should just be friends and get along since the strain needed help, but he quickly found out not to get between the two and instead watched from the sidelines, cheering the vanguard on much to Kusanagi's displeasure.
Yet the moment he was told he was in perfect health, at least perfect in the sense that the drug was completely out of his system, the others had been happier than him to watch the restraining collar be taken off of him. Sure it had been a pain to deal with, especially since he couldn't use his powers when he would actually need or want to use them, but for the sake of not setting himself on fire when Mikoto left the room it was worth to keep it on. So when it did come off, and he shifted into a cat to make sure everything was in working order, the last thing he had expected was the onslaught of hugs and pets he had gotten from the entire clan. Something that had set even the blues for a loop, especially since HOMRA, the gang of rough and hotheaded clansmen, was crowded around a single cat strain and squeezing the life out of it, while showering it with affection. Thankfully Mikoto had saved him, but it had been short lived when the man refused to leave his side after. So for the entire week after he had been overly pampered beyond belief, which he never refused to complain about, and at this point he was more than content with it. Especially if he could wake up in a huge warm bed everyday and cuddle up against the king…god the moment Nia found out about this he was doomed. His sister still thought he went on some stupid ass trip with the king for three months.
"Anything you want to do today?" Mikoto asked, making the younger snap out of his thoughts and glance up at the man in surprise.
"You mean you're actually letting me out of the bar?"
"Well, you said you were fine."
"And you haven't believed me in the past few days." He frowned, before a kiss was placed on his forehead.
"I have a right to worry. You nearly died three months ago."
"You're just as protective of me as Anna is all." A hum was all he got in response, while he relaxed against the pillow beneath his head and looked up at the ceiling. "How about you pick. I have a feeling if I do I'm going to run into Nia and I'm not exactly ready for that reunion just yet."
"You'll have to tell her at some point."
"I'll tell her when I'm dead." A chuckle left the King, before he sat up slightly and rested his cheek against his palm. The younger glancing up at him in confusion, before his bangs were brushed out of his face and the older smiled. "What?"
"I have an idea, but you won't be able to get out of bed for a day or two." The instant the words left the redheads mouth, Nekota's face turned bright pink and he quickly turned around the pull the sheets over his head. "Hey, don't go hiding on me."
"No. No, no, no, no, no! The guys are down in the bar and the last thing need them to hear is that!" Nekota snapped under the fabric, before he felt that familiar warmth press into his back.
"I can make them leave."
"Don't abuse your power for me."
"You wouldn't be here if I hadn't abused my power."
"Neither of us would, considering your past." A chuckle sounded beside him, before arms slid under the blankets and around him.
"Izumo tell you about our high school days?"
"Totsuka did." A hum reached him, before those hands started sliding up his shirt once more. "I said no."
"Your face a few minutes ago told me otherwise."
"The others will hear."
"I gave you a solution to that."
"No."
"This is telling me otherwise." The whisper against his ear made him shiver, just before a large hand slid between his legs and he gasped. His fingers on the sheet loosening, and his back arching out, as the fabric was pulled off of him and the King pressed against him. Lips already back on his neck, and his other hand trying to remove the strain's tank top, while he was squeezed through the boxers he was wearing. "F-Fuck, Mikoto."
"I'll take that as a yes then."
"You stop now and I'll kill you." A chuckle left the king behind him, as the fabric on his upper half was pulled over his head and the hand over his boxers slipped inside. A heavy gasp breaching the air, and a bit of rummaging sounding behind him, before a bottle of lotion was tossed in front of him and the sound of a call reached his ears. "Y-You're not seriously-?"
"Izumo, get everyone out of the bar, including you." Mikoto ordered, before teeth nipped at his ear and the younger had to bite on his own hand to hold back the moan that would've slipped out. "I'm not repeating myself…Nekota is a little shy is all."
"A-Am not!" The strain suddenly bit back, turning and glaring back at the male behind him and letting out a groan when the fingers against his length started to move and thumb his slit. "M-Mikoto."
"Alright, I'll see you guys in a few hours." The clattering of the redhead's phone hitting the floor came after, before lips pressed back into his neck and his boxers were pulled to his knees.
"A f-few hours? Wh-why did you tell him that?"
"It'll be long enough for those others to forget why I asked them to leave and for us to have some alone time." Came his reply, as the bottle of lotion was picked up and the hand around him abandoned its task to open the container and squirt some onto the king's fingers. "This may feel weird."
"I can take weird." Nekota muttered, before a finger slipped inside him and he let out a gasp.
Teeth taking hold of his ear again, and the appendage inside of him pushing and pressing into him, before another pushed into him and a third followed not long after. The pain surprising minuscule, if the toying with his ear, and the other hand that glided against his skin had anything to say about that, as the fingers inside of him were pulled out and the man next to him finally sat up to rid himself of his clothes. The younger resisting the urge to glance over and watch him undress, till fingers brushed the hair that had fallen to his face out of his eyes and smiled.
"How do you want it?" The question was enough to color his face as bright as HOMRA's flames, before he looked away and ignored the other's gaze on him.
"D-Don't know. You pick." Nekota muttered out, before he was suddenly turned around and ended up against the king's chest. Their bodies flush together, and the strain's face turning an even deeper shade of pink, as he tried to scramble away and only got so far before his arm was grabbed. "Th-The hell?!"
"You told me to pick. So I chose this way." Came Mikoto's cocky reply, as the teen embarrassedly glared down at him and watched in discomfiture as the older picked up the lotion once more and covered his cock with it. "Sit on your knees and come a little closer."
"No way, this is embarrassing."
"No one is watching but me."
"Th-that's why you idiot." Nekota muttered, before the king's thighs suddenly bumped against his rear end and sent him tumbling forward. The younger having to scrambled to put his hands out and stop himself from colliding with the other, before Mikoto pulled his legs apart and made sure his knees where on either side of the redhead's hips. "Y-You're not letting this go till I do it, are you?"
"Nope." A small insult felt past the younger's lips as he carefully stood up and flinched when a pair of hands gripped his hips. A smile being directed to him, that he tried to look away from and ignore, while he let the man below him lower him down till the tip of his length breached him and a wince left him. Thumbs drawing circles against his skin, and trying to keep him focused on anything but the pain he was feeling, as he was gestured to lean down. "Come here."
Something he wanted to argue with, just to be difficult with the older, but gave into nonetheless, as he leaned forward a bit and let out a soft moan when his lips where claimed and a tongue breached his mouth. The oral dance between the two of them distracting him from the pain, while he was carefully lowered onto the other's cock till he finally bottomed out and the king pulled away from their kiss. A small smirk on his face, as his hands caressed the teen's hips and a peck was placed against his lips.
"There, not so bad, is it?"
"H-hate you right now." Came the muttered, flushed, response, before he was suddenly lifted up and he scrambled to brace himself against the other's chest. "Wh-what are you doing?!"
"Getting to the fun part."
"D-Don't you d-" Nekota tried to threaten, before he was dropped back down onto the male's cock and a moan fell past his lips.
The length inside him somehow slamming right into his prostate, and sending pleasure rocketing through his system, as he arched above the male and dug his fingers into his chest. A small wince leaving the king below him, till the younger took control and started slowly lifting and dropping down on the redhead. About a dozen thrusts getting in, till his world suddenly tilted and he slammed into the mattress. Mikoto almost instantly above him, and hooking both of the strain's legs under his arms, as he was abruptly spread open further and nearly bent completely in half when the older started driving into him once more.
The sudden change in position, and angle, sparking even more intense pleasure through him, as he shakily reached out for the other and managed to grab him by the back of the neck. Moans and cries filling the room, along with the sound of heavy squelching, before lips met his own and moved to nip and caress his ear.
"Come for me, Kouji." Mikoto whispered, before a sudden slam into him had the strain crying out and arching as he came.
The king above him not even lasting much longer after, as hot cum exploded inside of him and left the two of them heavily panting. The silence that surrounded them almost awkward in a sense, before the male above him carefully pulled out and yanked the teen toward him so they could collapse back on the bed together. The soft flickering of magenta flames licking at their skin, till fingers brushed the hair out of his face and those loving amber eyes watched him.
"You ok, Kouji?" At the mention of the name Mikoto chose for him a month ago, a dusty pink bloomed across his cheeks and he buried his face into the man's chest. His back already tingeing with pain, no doubt from the ridiculous position the older ended up forcing him into, as he nodded and almost slapped the hand away that played with his hair. "Then don't go hiding on me."
"I-I...I love you…j-just so you know." He suddenly muttered, before he was suddenly flipped over and pressed onto his back. A gasp leaving his lips, before the male was hovering over him with a small smirk on his face. "M-Mikoto?"
"I love you too, Kouji." Came the soft whisper, before lips pressed against his own and hands caressed his hips. The loving touch lasting a few moments, till the older pulled away from his lips and Nekota brushed his fingers against his own mouth with a small blush.
"We're not going for another round, by the way."
"I did send the others away for a few-"
"No!"
GOOD ENDING – ROUTE EB – EE COMPLETE
Scarlett: *happily waves* Hello everyone! I got one of the ending routes done! *beams*
Nekota: *frowning at her, holding her 3ds* this may have been the issue with how long it took.
Scarlett: *squeaks, quickly snatching it away from him and clutching it to her chest* You can't break me and Niles apart! Our wonderful yaoi love is eternal! *pouts* I only played for an hour anyway! *sticks her tongue out*
Mikoto: *reading the chapter* He may also be some of the inspiration for the slight boldness in the last scene of this chapter. *points to it*
Nekota: *leans over his shoulder and reads it* That would make sense. You were a little bolder. That stupid game character may be a god influence on you.
Scarlett: *blushes, looking away from them and pouting* Don't make fun of Niles.
Nekota: *frowns* Wait a second, I think I remember that name. Is that the one you've been squealing over and blush-
Scarlett: *slaps a hand over his mouth, face red* ANYWAY! I'll be trying to finish the bad ending chapter in a bit and ending Mikoto's EB route, so it's time to start voting for what route you want next!
CB.) Yō Chitose - Deny Him
DA.) Misaki Yata - Leave Yata Behind
FA.) Rikio Kamamoto - Let Nekota live with Kouji
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