This chapter, I have attempted a Wing! AU. Another (hopefully successful) attempt to branch out into new subjects to write about.

I was looking at prompts and this just occurs to me like lightening. This particular chapter is written in a more personal, informal first person format.

WARNING: Only a slight one for Hajime's swearing, but it's intended for more comedic purposes.

ALSO, I have the next three chapters done after this, so there's those to look forward to in the near future.

I hope you like it :)

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Witch Hunt.

A term everyone on the face of the earth is familiar with, right?

Of course you are.

A bunch of dickheads a bajillion years ago decided 'oh yeah, this person with awesome powers? Yep that's totally wrong and unnatural, lets go set them on fire as punishment! Because they definitely deserve it for daring to be different'.

Okay, I recognise that's not totally accurate, and anyone who's ever read a history book is already rolling their eyes and pointing out 'but no it was actually like this'. Yeah sure, but that's not the point I'm trying to make.

My point, you ask?

Life fucking sucks for those of us that we're born different. The second you so much reveal an unusual eye colour, you're immediately singled out by those around you.

I cannot stress enough how much you do not want that kind of life. It's full of nothing but loneliness and hatred.

Who am I?

My name is Hajime Hinata.

And I was born with fucking wings.

I know, I sound bitter, right?

Well let's see you treated like an alien by literally everyone who's ever seen you, hunted from every other asshole with a so much as a bow and arrow, all the way up to collector freaks with nobody in power willing to stop any of them, and see how you like it.

'But Hajime, you should accept yourself for who you are.'

Ha, well, that's a lot easier said then done when everyone hates you just for existing.

There are plenty of others like me. Some are taken and kept like circus freaks or exotic pets. Others have retreated to forests and other remote locations. Few select of us that are brave enough have even tried blending in with the other humans.

But we can't right? Cause of, oh I don't know, the GIANT lumps of feathers on our backs?

Yep, thanks for noticing.

Trust us, we're painfully fuckin aware of that too.

As if we could ever forget.

A group of us a while back discovered enchantments to be able to hide our wings to blend in with the other humans, and for those who choose to live among them it's their biggest lifeline. It's not impossible to be discovered even then, humans still have ways of discovering us, but still it's a big leap for us.

Sure, there's the occasional movements for hybrid rights, but for now that's all they are, movements. You've got wings, well, then you're no longer one of us, are you? Nope, you definitely aren't anything except a freak of nature.

And the worst part?

We can't even escape it.

It's one of the oldest legends of our kind. Some female hybrid a long time ago apparently tried to cut off her wings, to be with her human lover… Only for her to die and bleed out in her love's arms. Our wings are too closely connected to us, too strong a part of our very beings to ever be able to fully part with them.

So there you go.

We're screwed no matter what we do.

I know, I know. Such a ball of sunshine, aren't I?

My friend Makoto would say I just need to have more hope in the world. I'd like to believe in his words, I really would… but that's kind of hard when the world doesn't even want you in it.

So bleak, right?

Well too bad. This is our reality. No one to tell you they're happy you're okay, no one is going to protect us if one of our own get in trouble. It's just what we have to live with.

"Ow…"

Just another day in the life of being a hybrid like me.

"What the fu- ow!"

Shit, those arrow wounds really hurt.

…

Oh right, you need context, don't you?

Well here's what happened:

I was minding my own business, being a forest dwelling hybrid, when these uppity assholes come storming through the bushes, wielding various bladed weapons. Oh, don't worry, it was a fucking blast.

For them.

Me? Well here I am, having to run for my life once again, and ending up in some god-forsaken cave nursing my wounds like a hurt animal.

I'm sure they would agree I deserved it, if they could hear this. And all this just because of these damn giant brown wings on my back.

"Hey, is anyone in there?"

I froze.

Who the fuck found me?

"Hey, is anyone in there?"

The voice sounded fairly young, and male. Not knowing or trusting whoever this new stranger was, I remained silent, curling up in the corner of the fairly roomy cave.

I could hear footsteps, slow and at a calm pace, it didn't sound like this new boy was in any hurry.

Probably taunting me.

Either that, or it was probably some young teenage idiot who wanted either the thrill, glory, or both of 'conquering one of the beasts'. Those types of arrogant youths aren't very common, but they're a pain when they do approach you. Well, really no more then any other human, but their arrogant attitude just seemed to add more insult to injury.

How the hell did they-

"Excuse me, I saw some blood, and I'm worried someone's hurt!"

Oh. That. I knew I forgot something.

I guess there's just something about being in agonising fucking pain from a million wounds that tends to take all of your attention.

You know what?

I'd just like to go…somewhere, anywhere, to be able to live somewhere where I don't have to be afraid or ashamed of having my wings. To live somewhere safe, where people accept me.

Heh, all of us want that.

It's a pipe dream though. Like we'd ever get something like that.

"Hey- oh!"

Shit. I'd got lost in my thought, and now this person was only meters away from me.

I looked up. This one seemed to be nothing special, pale skin with equally pale white hair. No sort of uniform or identifying clothes, just a green jacket, white shirt, with jeans and light brown shoes.

Physically, he didn't look like much in terms of strength, and he didn't seem to have any weapons on him. But years of being hunted demand that you don't trust anyone, no matter how harmless they may look.

"Oh my god-"

Yep. Here we go again.

"Are you okay?"

What the fuck? Was I okay? Is this some kind of sick joke?

"Who are you?" I asked the stranger. "And why the hell do you care?"

The other boy blinked in surprise, probably not expecting me to answer.

"I'm Nagito Komaeda, and…" His face scrunched, looking very confused. "Why do I care? Why wouldn't I care if someone… Is…"

His gaze trailed somewhere behind me. One oh so hard guess as to what he was looking at.

"Oh wow…"

What was he…?

"They're so pretty!"

What… Okay, what in the actual fuck? Seriously, what is this kid playing at? Is he trying to trick me into trusting him or something.

"Ow!"

Well, it's not like I'd be able to stay awake for much longer anyway. I'd gotten all the arrows out, but the blood plus the pain meant those arrow wounds were hurting like a bitch right now.

"That doesn't look good! Let me-"

He took a step forward, making me flinch. Fuck that hurt…

To my surprise, he actually paused when he saw me back away.

"Crap… Of course you wouldn't trust me…" He muttered.

The… The fuck was going on right now? I'll hand it to this 'Nagito', he's a good actor, that concern looks way to convincing.

Oh well, a least his voice was nice to listen to.

What? Shut up. I know he's a human, but it's not like anything's going to happen just because I thought he's pretty this one time. At least there's that to look at if I'm going to die here.

It's not like it would matter for much longer anyway. My vision was already going blurry, and my wings felt heavier and more sluggish to move then ever.

Was he tilting his head?

Oh.

That was me.

'Oh my god!'

Was the last thing I heard before my body toppled sideways.

Heh, he's so pale, almost like an angel of death. How fitting.

Then, I felt nothing.

… …

"Hey, are you listening?"

What?

"Hey, are you okay?"

Everything ached. But there was something… Soft, under me?

Soft?

Why could I feel soft?

I…am i alive right now?

How?

I tried to move, but all that got me was a small groan of pain.

"Hey, are you awake?"

Huh. That voice was kinda nice.

Wait… Nice?

Oh shit.

My eyes snapped open.

"Oh my god you are!"

The first thing I took in, was the room looked kinda nice. Soft cream walls, nice tasteful furniture with a mostly green and white theme, with specks of brown here and there. The softness I felt, upon looking down, was a mattress? It was actually pretty soft, and what I knew of human-made stuff, it looked pretty expensive.

"Are you alright sir?"

I jolted. Wait… I wasn't home.

That meant I was in… Someone else's house? Crap, this didn't look good for me.

"Uh…mister? Can you hear me?"

I scoffed.

"I can hear you… Just fine…"

I trailed off as I saw exactly who was sitting in the room's chair. It was that boy with the white hair again. Nagito, I think he said.

What the hell?

"Thank god you're awake. I was worried about you."

My eyes narrowed.

"You were worried about me? Since when?"

Nagito pouted, he actually pouted. That definitely wasn't a cute pout for a human, shut up.

"You were hurt! Why wouldn't I be worried?"

I raised an eyebrow.

"Are you serious?" I tried shifting my wing again, with slightly more success. "You do see these things behind me, right?"

"Annnnd? What about them?"

"Okay, how much are you getting paid?"

The albino blinked in surprise.

"Paid?"

"Yes, paid." I weakly pointed at him. "Nobody wants my kind around, those of us with wings are treated like dirt. So why do you, a perfectly normal human, want to help me in your own home for free. So what's in it for you?"

I was surprised when he looked to the side and frowned.

"Piece of shit society…" He muttered. "They're getting treated so damn bad that they think any kind of common decency is a scheme? Why I have a mind to…"

He trailed off, muttering more I couldn't hear in an angry voice. Eventually, he ended it with an aggravated sigh. He turned back to me, seemingly calmed down as our eyes met again.

"You, uh, are you in any pain? Can I check your wounds?"

"… You're actually serious about helping me? And you actually care enough to ask? Wow, whoever paid you must be insanely rich, a collector?"

Why did he look so sad when I said that?

He… He couldn't be serious, could he? No way a human cared about us winged folk so much, right?

"Look," He started. "I know you might not believe me, but I actually don't care about the fact you have wings. I am not getting paid, I don't have any sort of scheme planned for you. I actually want you to have your rights as much as you do."

Was he being serious? He certainly didn't look like he was lying, the genuine caring in his eyes as he made that speech was too convincing.

Had I found a human that cared for us? That didn't mind my wings?

Slowly, I extended my arm, still wary.

"You… You said you wanted to check my wounds?"

'Nagito' actually looked startled, blinking as if he couldn't believe what I just said. Then, after a few silent moments, his face split into the widest smile I had ever seen directed towards me.

"Really?! I-I can check?"

His body twitched, as if he wanted to move instantly towards me, but for some reason had stopped himself despite really wanting to.

So… Did this mean he was actually serious about helping me?

"Well? Are you going to or not?"

Well, one way to find out I guess.

He inched slowly towards the bed, as if he was the one potentially fearing for his life and not me.

Did I mention this was really good if this was fake?

I did?

Oh.

His hold on my hand was… Gentle. Wow, is it sad that this was a rare experience for me? It was actually kind of nice, to be honest.

He moved slowly, as if he was wary I was going to jerk my arm back any second. I don't know if it was considerate or damn annoying. But, considering I'm injured in what I assume is his house, I suppose I should shut up and be grateful, right?

Still, I wasn't happy about this, but this human seemed to go way to far out of his way to convince me he was nice. I have to admit, this is way to much effort for the usual paid scheme.

But still…even so, I'd reserve judgement on this 'Nagito' for now. It's not like I had a lot to lose anyway. Either I'd be right to be paranoid, or I'd end up pleasantly surprised.

Pfft.

How much could I possibly end up attached to this pale human anyway?

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WOW did my imagination run away from me on this one, it's nine pages in word, gee my imagination is way more fit then me lol…

Anyway, sorry it took me a few days to get this one finished. I had some unexpected plans come up on the weekend, so I ended up busy for a couple of days.

Either way, I hope you enjoyed this, and I hope you enjoy my next chapter to come out soon

Cya next chapter :)

Tairulz