Hey y'all. I know, I know, I said I wouldn't be back for a while but every dad has to come back from getting the oat milk eventually.
But basically, mental health care in Wales is
shit
So I haven't been able to get to hospital yet (i cri, but hopefully it will be December or January…hopefully)
But I didn't want to go that long without posting, so voila!
This chapter is a bit longer, less gory, and um yeah!
It also has quite a bit of French. I'm pretty ok in my French, but if anyone more knowledgeable notices any mistakes please let me know!
I'm trying to make my French more casual and natural, so I've been using it in everyday life. I'm hoping to use it more in this story, and hopefully on social media too! So um, yeah!
N'ayes pas peur de me dire si mon français est de la merde!
I hope you enjoy this chapter. I have a few more things to say at the end so stick around for that!!!!
Have fun y'all!
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Bunny is a broken record.
I didn't mean to.
I just wanted him to leave.
I didn't mean to.
I didn't want to hurt him.
I didn't mean to.
He wouldn't leave.
I didn't mean to.
I just wanted him to go away.
I didn't mean to.
Pasha is no better in reply - another broken record.
He doesn't know what to say, so he just says:
It's okay.
I understand.
I see.
Okay.
It's okay.
It's okay.
You're safe.
It's okay.
All he wants to do is pull them into a tight embrace and never let go. He just wants to hold them and take the pain away.
Bunny's covered in blood; seeping from head openings, their nose, from small cuts and deeper wounds.
Something seems to slither around in their blood-soaked wounds, leaving tiny amounts of pinkish jelly in its path.
Tsukiyama is silent, focused entirely on Bunny. Pasha can't help but feel like they're judging him, that they're waiting for the opportunity to swoop in to care for Bunny instead.
Bunny hasn't moved; staring at the bloodied carpet, wrapping blood-matted hair around their fingers, mumbling the same phrases.
I didn't mean to.
He wouldn't go away.
I just wanted him to go away.
I didn't mean to.
Pasha tries to touch them. He needs to tell them that it's ok, that he's got them. It's okay.
They don't let him touch them. Every time he tries to, they let out a yelp and fling themselves back. They almost fall over or hit their head, so Pasha doesn't try it often.
Tsukiyama is luckier, because of course he is.
He places a hand on their shoulder. Bunny freezes, stopping their mumbling and chewing their bottom lip, looking at their bloodied hands.
Tsukiyama smiles, maintaining their hold on their shoulder.
Pasha watches this, his heart twinging slightly, "Bunny, what happened?" He asks, knowing he won't get an answer.
Bunny doesn't acknowledge him at all, no matter what Pasha asks or how many times.
"You shouldn't push it," Tsukiyama says, softly, stroking Bunny's back, "Why don't you go back downstairs and sort all that out? I'll stay with Bunny."
"I can't leave them."
"Why? I'll look after them. Look, they're letting me touch them."
"I know, but I can't leave them like this."
"I'll take care of them," Tsukiyama says, edging closer to Bunny, "You go downstairs and clean up that mess."
"Mess?" Pasha pauses, "A man is dead. You shouldn't say—"
"Why? He left a mess of himself, didn't he? The sooner you clean it up the better, no?"
"We don't know what happened yet. We can't just—"
"I think it's quite obvious what happened. He attacked Bunny and Doryo. Whatever happened was obviously self-defence."
"We don't know that—"
"Don't we?" Tsukiyama smirks.
Pasha pauses. He knows Bunny wouldn't hurt anyone, not on purpose, at least, and he knows he'd never allow them to be punished for it anyway.
There's no point in feigning morality, not right now.
"Fine," He sighs, "I'll go and get my first-aid kit, then I'll come right back."
Pasha finds his things quickly, heading back just as quick. As he leaves, Imakita calls out to him.
"Pavel! Is Bunny okay?"
"I mean….They're bleeding everywhere and there's a hole in their head but they're somewhat conscious. I don't if they're in shock or if it's the head wound—"
"Oh, that's a relief. Come back down here and help me then."
"What? Imakita, did you not hear—"
"Tsukiyama can handle it, can't he? Please, I need your help."
"I can't just leave—"
"You can't just leave me down here with this! Come and help me and you can go back to Bunny."
Pasha hesitates, "Give me two minutes," He says, before returning to Tsukiyama and Bunny.
"I know what to do," Tsukiyama says, "You can go."
"I can do it," Pasha says, "Bunny? Bunny, look at me—"
Bunny flinches and shuffles away from him.
"See? You're frightening them!" Tsukiyama says, "I can do it. All I have to do is clean them up and stick a bandage over the openings, right?"
"Just clean them. I'll handle the bandaging and anything else."
"It can't be that hard—"
"No, Tsukiyama. I'll do the bandages, ok?"
Tsukiyama raises an eyebrow.
"I won't be long, just stay with them—Don't let them fall asleep!"
"I'm not stupid."
"Bunny," Pasha says, "Bunny. Okay. Listen to me, sweetheart."
Bunny yelps.
"Bunny, I'm just going downstairs. I'll be back in a minute, okay? It's okay. You're safe. I promise you. I just need to go. You'll be fine. It's okay."
Bunny stares at him with wide eyes.
"I'll look after them. Go on," Tsukiyama says.
"Ok, I won't be long," Pasha nods, before going back downstairs into the kitchen.
Dory is standing in the kitchen, having woken up. Pasha approaches him, "Dory, sweetheart, are you ok? Go and sit down."
"There's so much blood…"
"I know."
"There's so much blood."
"I know, sweetheart. Come on, you've hit your head. Go and sit down, away from this."
"Where's Bunny?"
"Upstairs with Tsukiyama. They're ok."
"What happened? My head hurts, I think he hit me. Did he hit me?"
"I think so, sweetheart, I'll try and explain it all later. You just go and sit down, and I'll bring you something to drink, ok?"
"But what about…" Dory gulps, "You know…"
"I know, try not to think about that. You just go and sit quietly," Pasha says, giving Dory a little nudge, "And if you feel sleepy or you throw up, come tell me, ok?"
"…Ok," Dory says, trembling as he walks into the living room.
Pasha goes into the kitchen. The pets are still feasting upon his body.
Opal is snarling over Besho's leg now, Plum is eating something, Peach is eating his mouth and the kittens are still eating his fingers.
Imakita is watching, whilst staring at Lyra, who is bent over the sink.
"Didn't you try and get them off?" Pasha asks.
"Of course I did," Imakita says, "They won't listen to me. You'll have to do it," She folds her arms, "What happened with Bunny? What did they say?"
"I told you; Bunny can barely talk."
"I'll go and talk to them—"
"No, Jesus, Imakita. There are holes in their head! Give it time."
"We don't have time, Pavel. We need to sort this, and quickly."
"Then let's start. Let's just clean up and—"
"Clean-up? Are you shitting me?"
"What? What are we meant to do?"
"We don't know what happened, Pavel," Imakita hisses, "For all we know, it could've been murder—"
"Murder?" Lyra splutters, "Murder? Murder! Murder!"
"Imakita, really? You can't seriously think—"
"We weren't here. We don't know what happened."
"You seriously think he was murdered? By who? Dory?"
"You know what I mean, Pavel."
"How could you say that? They wouldn't hurt a fly, let alone—"
"What about Kazuo, Pavel?"
There's a pause.
Lyra stops mumbling, freezing at the mention of Kazuo's name.
Pasha hesitates, "That had nothing to do with Bunny—"
"We don't know that, but what do we know, Pavel? Kazuo attacked that little shit at the grocery store and then what? He just goes missing. You know what Bunny would do for that fucking urchin—"
"Don't call him that, he's a good kid, and so is Bunny. Kazuo had issues, Imakita, he probably just ran away."
"We don't know what—"
"Why are you bringing this up now? You were more than happy to protect them when all that was going down, but now you're here—"
"Because that was different. I don't think we can blame the government this time, Pavel."
"Imakita, come on, you know Bunny wouldn't hurt someone, not on purpose. You can't seriously think any of this was—"
Pasha stops, interrupted by the sound of movement from upstairs and Dory gasping.
"What the fuck?" Dory is crying, "What the fuck?"
"Dory!" Pasha rushes out into the hall. Dory is at the bottom of the stairs, sobbing, "What's wrong? What—"
"Don't scream, that's incredibly rude," Tsukiyama snaps. He's at the top of the stairs, holding Bunny and guiding them along the hall.
"Jesus Christ," Pasha says, "What are you—"
"Bunny!" Dory sobs, "Oh, Bunny—"
"Shut up, Doryo!" Tsukiyama says, "You're upsetting them."
"Dory, go and sit down," Pasha said, "Go on—"
"What the fuck?" Dory can barely breathe, choking on his tears.
"What on earth is going on out here?" Imakita comes out, "Why is he—Oh my good God," Imakita stops, staring at Bunny, "What—Oh my God. What did he do to you?"
"I told you—"
"I didn't realise you meant…Oh my God. There's a hole—"
"This is so incredibly rude!!" Tsukiyama cries, "The poor creature's been battered and probably God knows what, and here all of you are treating them like a circus freak! Oh! Mon dieu! Mon dieu! Comme c'est horrible! C'est dégoûtant! Tu me dégoûtes! Tu entends? Dégoûtant!"
Tsukiyama shakes his head. Bunny is sobbing now, clutching his hand, "Pourquoi tu cries? Je n'aime pas," Their voice is weak, whiny and tired, "S'il vous plaît, arrête. Arrête. Je n'aime pas. S'il vous plaît."
Tsukiyama looks back at Bunny, his face softening, "Oh, non, non, non, mon chéri, je ne te crie pas dessus, je promis."
"Je suis désolé, je suis désolé, ne me faites pas de mal, je suis désolé—"
"Quoi? Non, non—"
"Tsukiyama," Pasha interrupts, "What are you doing? Because I told you—"
"I'm going to give Bunny a bath. What are you doing? Shouldn't you be cleaning up? Not just standing here doing nothing?"
"Dory was upset—"
"Yes, and it's been very distracting."
"Well, he—"
"What the fucking hell is that?" Imakita asks, still staring at Bunny in shock, "Bunny. What's that gel on your head?"
Tsukiyama and Pasha gasp, even Dory stops sobbing to stare at Imakita.
"Miss Imakita!"
"What?"
"Why would you ask that?"
"That's so rude!"
"What? Rude—"
"You never ask that. Never."
"That's so disrespectful! I'm insulted for Bunny!"
"What on earth are you—"
"We don't have time for this," Tsukiyama says, "Bunny, allez, allez. Allons-y."
Bunny trembles, standing still; like a scared deer. Tsukiyama gives them a nudge, and they wobble in the direction of the bathroom.
"Hold on," Imakita says, "Is giving them a bath a good idea?"
"It should be fine if he stays with them," Pasha says.
"No, that's not what I mean. Perhaps we should wait until we know what happened."
"And leave them covered in blood?"
"We need to know what happened before we do anything."
"Isn't it obvious what happened?" Tsukiyama asks, "That man attacked Bunny, and they defended themselves, now he's pet food. It's quite simple."
"It's not simple, Tsukiyama."
"It's perfectly simple, actually. You're just overcomplicating it. Now, I'm going to clean them up."
"Then you can clean up Dory and Lyra too. They've both been sick."
"Can't they do that by themselves?"
"They need to be quick about it, so you can help them."
"That's not what I was assigned to do."
"I don't care what you were assigned to do, I'm telling you to help Dory and Lyra clean themselves up."
"But that's not my job—"
"It's not mine either, is it?"
"I don't see you doing anything else."
"I swear to God, Tsukiyama—"
"Why don't I clean everyone up and Tsukiyama can help you deal with Besho?" Pasha suggests.
"That's a good idea, especially as he's so intent on us cleaning it up—"
"What? No! I'm not touching that pet food downstairs!"
"Get over it. Come on."
"No. I was assigned to take care of Bunny, and now they're attached to me, so I can't possibly do anything else."
Bunny sniffles, nudging Tsukiyama's shoulder with their nose.
"See? Bunny needs me. I can't just leave them."
"For God's sake—"
"Alright, leave it then," Pasha says, "It's just taking longer if we argue, and Bunny is kinda clinging to them."
"Fine," Imakita snaps, turning to Dory, "You can come with me, come on. Lyra, what are you doing?"
Lyra is in the hall, shaking and staring at everyone, "I want to go home," She says.
"You can go home when this is cleaned up. Come on, in the kitchen."
"Dory might need to stay seated, and Lyra doesn't look tyat well. Maybe you shouldn't—" Pasha says, but Imakita has already taken both of them into the kitchen. Pasha follows.
Dory and Lyra both stare at Besho's body with wide eyes.
"…They're eating him," Dory says.
"Yeah," Pasha says, "Don't look—"
"They're eating him! The kittens, they—Pasha, they're eating him!"
"I know, just don't—"
"OhmyGod!" Dory shrieks, "Lyra!"
Lyra has thrown up again. She's sobbing, each sob causing her to jerk and whine.
"Lyra, what the fuck! You just fucking threw up on me!"
"She can't help it."
"It's all over my shoes too," Imakita sighs, "But then, so is the blood, and…Oh, Christ, there's eyeball on my heel."
"Seriously?" Pasha asks.
"I was just saying. It's unfortunate."
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Excuse me!" Tsukiyama cries. He's standing at the end of the hall, "Could you keep it down? Some of us have headaches."
"Oh. I thought you'd gone to do your super-important job?" Imakita replies, "Or are you too good for that now too?"
"I'm trying to do it, but I can't when everyone's screaming down here, it's stressing Bunny out."
"We're all stressed out," Dory says, still staring at the kittens.
"I don't care, Doryo. You saw Bunny, they're way worse off than you," Tsukiyama replies, "Now, please keep it down, it's very distracting."
"There's a dead guy on the floor, but sure, the most distracting thing here is—"
"He's dead. He's not making any distracting noises."
"Tsukiyama, just go back to Bunny, please," Pasha says, "I told you not to leave them—"
"I only left for two seconds. It's not my fault someone decided to have a go at me."
"You caused a huge fuss about looking after Bunny, and you're not even doing it," Imakita says.
"I was just telling you—"
"Tsukiyama, go back with Bunny, please."
"Fine, just keep it down," He pauses, "Oh, and there's blood at the top of the stairs. Someone should clean that up, quickly. I could step in it…Oh, and Bunny could trip."
"I swear to God, Tsukiyama, I am going to—"
"That's enough!" Pasha says, "Okay? Enough!"
"Hold on, Pavel, I was just about to—"
"I don't care. Just leave it. You don't need to argue."
"He's the one—"
"What did I just say?" Pasha snaps, "This is getting ridiculous."
"This situation is rid—"
"Shut up!" Pasha says, "I've had enough, Imakita. You're both acting like children."
"It's not my fault—"
"I'm talking, Imakita," Pasha snaps.
Imakita raises an eyebrow, folding her arms.
Pasha sighs, "Look, I don't care who's arguing with who, whose shoes are covered in God knows what, or who's vomiting everywhere. I don't give a fuck, ok? The only thing I care about right now, is making sure my child is safe, ok? And the quicker we clean this up, the quicker I can go and go and be with them, and you can all go home, and this'll all be over. So please, I am begging all of you; please, pull yourselves together and stop acting so fucking childishly."
There's a pause.
"You're right, Pavel," Imakita nods, "Forgive me."
She looks to Besho, "Now, where to begin?"
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Hey, it's your dad again, here with even more things to say.
Firstly; merci d'avoir lu.
It really does mean a lot that so many of y'all stick it out through all my bullshit.
Secondly; I have a new fic!
It's a fantasy-style fic, involving OCs from this story, characters from Tokyo Ghoul (and potentially other series), and some new original characters!
The plot is basically like, the characters are a bunch of famous archetypes (cowboys, pirates, etc), and they go on this quest to find a stolen catboy and a powerful mythical creature, all whilst dealing with a long list of chaotic and downright evil villains, including lesbian pirates, elitist peacocks, a crooked rattlesnake, and loads more!
It's a very silly fic that I started writing for my mental health, and I'd love to share it with y'all! It's just super fun.
Part 1 is currently being published, and yeah, it's just super fun!
I've also really been enjoying making art for this story, and just in general, so if u wanna check that out head to my social medias!
The next few chapters will be a bit long compared to others, bc as much as this is a very important part of the story, I don't want to spend like loads of chapters just with these idiots fighting and cleaning up a body.
So we have a few more chapters like this, but this should hopefully be out of this part soon!!!
Ok. So that's it.
I gotta go back out and get some bread now, tell me if you need anything, I don't know when I'll be back, but hopefully it won't be long.
Stay safe, kiddos!
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