Hi, this story takes place after the episode where Louis and the Shishigumi visited the carnivore drug house. I feel like that poor caiman deserves better so I hope my story deliver it.
I'm also giving him a name since he was only shown briefly in the manga and anime.
I don't owe anything except the plot of this story and my OC.
Warning: This story has some implications of depression, attempted suicide and future lemon.
Chapter 1: Small Price for a Big Debt
He can't believed that they would lie to him.
No one ever told him that these nurses and doctors could remove his genitals without letting him know first hand. So all those other labels on his body were useless as drugs from the start? The very markings that were bore onto him ever since he was a child meant nothing?
He screamed and cried in pain as he clutched at his nether region where his penis used to be. How can he function in his daily life without it?
Then again, he brought it upon himself ever since he got into debts from loaning money to pay off other debts such as his electric bills, rental for his home and even basic necessities such as food. At least he was given the cash that he desperately needed to payoff what he loaned to the sharks beyond the Black Market.
Tiger sharks are the worst to loan money from.
Like every Crocodilian species, all of them are naturally bilingual with the marine language due to their capacity to be in an aquatic environment. He had to endure a little bit for tonight if he wanted more money.
All carnivores who are very desperate would come into this building, no matter how sleazy or fake the doctors were to treat their herbivore patients with the so called 'carnivore drug' that was 'supposed' to give herbivores the same strength like the carnivores.
The rarest of them all were of course, anyone from the crocodile family.
He traced the tattooed part of his body that had the names of what wonders his body part could fetch.
Once he was released from his shackles, he began to wrap below the torso before putting on a coat. He needed to get back to his apartment before anyone saw him. All his life, he has made a lot of bad decisions which led him to stoop so low as to sell parts of his own body.
He figured he deserved it for being such a pathetic caiman.
The money he received was enough to pay off the debts but it wasn't enough for him to scrap by to buy groceries for his own kitchen or at least decent clothes.
He vowed to never make deals with loan sharks ever again.
However, job hunting was going to be difficult because a lot of animals could immediately recognised him based on the tattoos that were on his body. Carnivores who were born and lived in the Black Market could never leave it.
It was their way of life despite eating meat is the biggest taboo any carnivore could bear.
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At thirty-seven years old, he could've had a wife, children or even live in something better than the shithole he's in now.
'I'll wire the money to them tomorrow,' he thought to himself with a sign. With a rumbling stomach, he began to walk all the way back to his apartment. His home was a mess but it was at least homely in his perspective.
He began to count the money while sitting on his worn out sofa. Tonight he might as well make another cup of ramen noodles. Nothing better than pot ramen with more ramen, right?
Suddenly, he heard a crash coming from his bedroom.
He began to growl a warning, his tail thumping which shook the floor slightly. He may not be as muscular as a Nile crocodile or as tall as a saltwater, but he nonetheless still has his teeth and claws.
"Hey!" he roared. "Get out of my house! Come out now or else I will devour you!"
The sound of the footsteps paused. The caiman snorted, thinking this thief must be stupid to steal inside a carnivore's apartment when carnivores have clear vision to see in the dark. He surveyed around his room and caught a figure standing in a stiff position, clutching something in its arms.
His eyes widened, realising what it was holding.
"Hey! Give that back! I saved my remaining money to buy that!"
The figure clutched the bag, trying to make a run for it. But the caiman managed to catch it by snatching the bag. It was wearing baggy clothing, a beanie cap and a face-mask to cover its identity.
"I don't know why you decided to break into my home, take my food that I scrapped my last remaining money on and now I lost a part of me without anaesthetic?!" the caiman's reptilian eyes were livid before lunging at the figure, who gasped in shock.
If it weren't for the bag of snacks, the claws from the caiman would have torn the figure's stomach open. The figure tried to fight back but the the crocodilian was much stronger despite his five feet seven height.
"I just had the worst day of my life," he breathed, teeth baring to snap its neck. "You just made it worst..."
His jaws were about to snap on the figure's head, barely missing it to reveal long but unkept brown hair. Those cold yellow eyes suddenly widened at what type of animal broke into his apartment. It was a species that was mentioned before during his school times but he thought it was a myth. But the figure below him said otherwise.
It was a human female!