Chapter Summary: Kindness comes second nature to Krillin, but everything has consequences, good or bad.

I am flesh, bones/I am skin, soul/I am human/I am sweat, flaws/I am veins, scars/I am human/Nothing more than human, Nothing more than human

Krillin can admit to having shitty lucky but the man bleeding out in his backyard was just downright cruel. Why did God want him to suffer so badly?

He dropped the curtain and leaned against the wall beside his sliding door because fuck, this was so unfair. Resisting the urge to bang his head against the wall, he gathered his thoughts about to he was supposed to do. He could help this poor man and ease his mind about harm coming to the man…wait, he should call the ambulance! Yeah that should work! The man gets help and Krillin doesn't have to deal with his guilt anymore. It was perfect!

Krillin then checked on his unexpected guest and that idea was immediately met with every negative thought he could think off. What if the ambulance didn't come in time, what if this guy dies in his backyard? He couldn't find a new place right now and he didn't want to look in his backyard and remember his cowardliness.

While clenching the bat to his chest, Krillin took a deep breath. He knew what he had to do.

Checking to make sure that everything was ready; the kit he bought when he moved in for when Marron visited, the towels he didn't mind throwing away, the removing of his rug to Marron's vacant room and his bat leaning against the wall, Krillin was ready. Which is why he stood at his lock of the slide door for an extra minutes before opening it fully.

He was immediately hit with the smell of copper and he could already feel himself getting sick to his stomach. But he still preserved, squared off his shoulders and stepped out his home. Second to follow him was the cool air as it formed goosebumps on his skin but still, he kept on going.

The injured man has not moved an inch since Krillin found him and also hadn't made a noise either, that kind of alarmed him.

He quickly made his way to his knees and was trying to find any skin on his John Doe underneath seas of dark hair, god he's never seen so much hair in his life. He finally reached some skin and pulled back the hair, thankfully seeing pale skin. As he put two fingers to it, hearing the joyful thumping of a heartbeat, yes!

Krillin smiled, "Oh thank god, you're going to be fine, just give me a minute." He knew he was talking only for himself at this point, but he'd take anything at this point.

Realizing that he would have to drag this guy back into his home, he flipped him over and stopped breathing all together.

Holy fucking shit! There was a wide gash that was as nearly big as his arm and even more deep, how they fuck did someone manage that? Now really working on borrowed time, he grabbed the man by underarms, and he walked backwards inside his house.

Who the fuck is this guy? Was the only thing he was thinking as he lifted this heavy body onto his couch. As he starts getting all the materials out to deal with this shit, his mind wandered to what happened to this guy.

The gash in his chest made Krillin think that there was sharp object was used and now in natural light, he could see something shining in his chest. But that doesn't explain the other markings and bruises on this guy, maybe he got into a fight? A fight that ended with an open wound in his chest and bleeding his out in his backyard. Yeah that seems realistic Krillin.

Once he had all that was necessities, he walked over back to his slumped patient. He used the medical scissors to cut the remains of the tattered shirt, which revealed to him muscled pecs and abs which almost him whistle. You are saving this man's life Krillin, not the time to admire beauty when you see it. Ignoring his moment for lack of mortal compass, he leaned in closer to see what was inside the wound. Yep, some kind of metal shining inside of it.

Reaching down for the tweezers and his phone, he shined a light on the wound and starts to go deep inside of it. Without much hassle, it was surprisingly easy to take out a large metal shard from the chest wound with the tweezers. His lovely guest had not moved an inch since he started, which made Krillin amazed with himself. He put them one of his towels and then grabbed for the sutures, peroxide, and a cotton ball, he drenched the cotton ball in the liquid. He then started suturing the wound, going as slow as possible to not make the gash even worst. Once it was done, he cut the suture and wiping it down with the cotton ball.

Happy with his hard work, he started the working on the lesser serious injuries like the dripping open wound on his arm and waist, pretty much patching up everything he could at the moment. Krillin was kind of scared to check the pants but from what he saw and the lack of blood on them, it made him think he could wait to do the rest.

Krillin started to pack up when he heard a noise from his patient, he looked over to see that he was still unconscious but at least he was making some sign of life. The guy did have a very nice face, especially with all that dark hair framing his face. It was surprisingly was soft when he got to feeling- wait what?

He saw that his hand was stroking the hair of his patient and he immediately let go and put his hands in his lap. He stared back up at his patient still relaxed face before rubbing his hands in his own hair and looked up at the ceiling.

Control yourself Krillin, you're better than this. He grabbed his phone and looked at the time, it was now four am, that meant he had at least another four hours before he had to deal with the guy on his couch.

He realized how dirty he was when looked down at his bloody shirt and shorts, great gonna have to throw that away. Figuring that he needed to change, he got up from the floor and continued cleaning up his mess and placing it away. He gave one more look over to this guest before walking back to his room, taking off his shirt as he went.

~WGBITN~

After another shower, Krillin walked out of his bedroom in a new shirt and shorts, feeling much better about his early morning so far. His hair was damp again which at least was out of the way in the morning and he was brushing it again.

When he walked over to the kitchen to get a drink of water, he stops dead in his tracks. He turns to the sofa to see that it was…empty? Krillin felt his heart stop for a moment and drops the brush in his hands because oh fuck that was bad.

Where the fuc- All of a sudden Krillin was felt his back slammed against the wall and before he could yelp, a hand covered his mouth. Fearing for his life, he looked up to see bright amber eyes staring back at him.

The man then leaned down to his ear, "Don't move or I'll fucking kill you." Warm hot breath made his skin stand on edge, but he didn't move a muscle. The hand over his mouth was left as it trailed down. He then felt rough hands start stroking his body and Krillin felt his breath hitch when he claws graze over his chest. The man then growled at him and showed him shape inhuman teeth and Krillin shut up again.

When nothing was found on him, he then felt hands on his hips, pressing him against a bare chest and a nose was pressed on his neck and hair. Krillin has to resist the shiver that ran through him when claws were under his shirt and the knee forcing his legs apart was not helping this as when the man moved, it was right over his crotch.

Soon he was done being sniffed, the man has pulled back and grabbed his face with a clawed hand. He met those golden eyes again and he felt like him was being taken apart from the inside. Suddenly, Krillin was let go, which let him slide down to floor as he watched the man stagger back over to his couch and fall face first into the couch.

He just sat there on the floor, his heart trying to leap out of his throat. Touching his neck to see if he had any marks but strangely, he didn't have any. What the fuck was that about?

Well at lease he knew that the guy was alive and was able to move around, clearly. Still looking at the now still body that was moving only seconds ago, he decided that he has had enough for the day.

Krillin slowly got up from his spot on the floor and placed his back firmly against the wall, moving as slowly as possible. His guest did not move an inch and just stayed on the couch the entire time; he ninja walked to his bedroom. Once he made it to his room, he closed his bedroom door and finally let himself breath. He walked over to his bed and sat down on it before falling back on it.

What the fuck did he get himself into?

Already exhausted and ready to get some sleep, he checked his phone to make sure his alarm was on before just deciding to sleep on top of his covers and turned on his side that faced the door. He curled into a ball and let sleep overtake him.

~WGBITN~

When the sound of his alarm woke him up, Krillin wanted to just die, which was unusual for him. As he blurrily looked around his room, his eyes met the door and suddenly, everything that happened came back last night. Well now he was wide awake. He knew he needed to check up on his guest because the little incident showed him how alive he was, Krillin might as well see how he was doing. Krillin opened his door and noticed how quiet it was in his living room.

Making sure to be quiet as possible, he walked out of his room and closed the door behind him as soft as possible. He walked over to the couch, there was no one there. Okay, getting a little panicked right now. Until he saw the slid door was wide open, the guy just left then?

Not even a goodbye, huh? He closed the door and re locked it, deciding that was probably the end of it. Well it didn't matter anymore, he still had to get ready for work; on about four hours of sleep. It wasn't the worst thing he'd done to himself, and it wasn't the big of a deal, despite what his friends said. Hell, maybe one of the kids may kick him harder enough to forget the last six hours of his life if he was lucky enough.

Well, since Krillin already took a shower, all he had to do was get his gi and put his hair up. And walk to the dojo, that was it. He went back to his room to change out of night clothes into to his gi and put his hair into a ponytail as he grabbed his bag for the day. Krillin then walked out of his house, taking his keys and another hoodie as he went off.

Krillin passed his flowers, reminding himself that he needs to water them when he gets home and walked his way to the dojo.

It was going to be a better day.

~WGBITN~

Seeing the bright smile of his best friend was already making him feel better and he felt like he could take on God if he wanted to.

Goku walked up to him when he entered the dojo, "Hey there buddy! You look a little tired!" This was all said as he taken into a bear hug that made him almost drop his bag, but he was used to it by now.

He breathed in the familiar scent of the outdoors and sunlight, "I had a crazy night, really didn't go the way I planned." It almost killed him but that was for another day.

His friend put him down but still has arm wrapped around him as they walked over to the changing room, "Well don't worry, you're here now, that's all that matters!" He kind of envied his friend's ability to make everything seem better than it was.

Because if Krillin was being honest, he really needed to stop seeing what happened last night. The blood, the dripping gash, the claws against his hips, the breath on his neck, sharp teeth tha-

No, Krillin we are not going down the rabbit hole. You could have died yesterday and you're over here, getting hot from it. Find some self-respect!

"Hey buddy are you okay, your face is all red." Now look what you've done, Goku is now asking questions.

He stared down at his feet, "Yeah I'm fine just thinking is all." About how deprived you are and that you think killers are hot.

Goku then let go of him and stands in front of him, "What happened last night Krillin, it really seems to be bothering you."

Was he that terrible at lying, "It just was an interesting night Goku, just need some time to process it is all?"

Before another question can be asked, the door to the dojo opened making Goku distracted and Krillin passed him to drop his bag in the other room and to get a grip on himself.

The sun was now setting, and it was time to go home, so Krillin said goodbye to Goku as his friend left to go home. It was his turn to close for the night, so he had to stay behind to make sure everything was fine for their next day. Everything was fine, so he turned off all the lights and grabbed his things. As he was leaving for the door, he saw the crescent moon outside and he felt like he was being mocked; for some reason that is.

~WGBITN~

He clenched his bag a little harder before closing the door behind him and locking it behind him. He saw himself in the glass of the door and holy shit, did he look tired! Krillin resisted the urge to laugh because while he looked like he was on his way to the madhouse, he wasn't going to start acting like one.

Krillin shook his head and turned around to start walking home because he needed to not be around people for the next twelve hours.

When he finally made it home, the world finally felt right again. He dropped his bag at the door with his shoes and stress. He took down his hair and took of his oversized hoodie, which he placed back with its hanged brothers on the coat rack. He looked over the couch and he had this strange feeling stirring in his chest. Despite that little scene in the morning, Krillin hoped that his guest was doing alright, wherever he was. Thought that feeling about this being the end was slowly being replaced by something else, like it wasn't the end of seeing that guy.

Maybe it had something to do with the blood stains splattered on his hard-wood floor and on some parts of the couch. Well shit, thanks hot stranger.

Deciding to skip dinner for the night, he walked over to his kitchen to get some cleaning supplies out because the couch needed a well cleaning if you asked him.

Once the products were out, Krillin first started on the floor where the couch was. He has some talcum powder in one hand and a small brush in the other, gloves and mask on of course. That was one thing he remembered about 18, she liked it when Krillin bled. Maybe it was something about being a vampire, but she always told him how sweet his blood was to her and they could get…wild when that was added into the equation.

Needless to say, he learned quickly how to get stains out, fresh or a bit old, in most surfaces. Now it seemed like the time to test out those skills again.

It didn't take long before everything was clean and Krillin has realized that he has worked harder than he every had in the past day in a half. He really didn't know how to feel about that yet.

When the floor looked much better and his couch didn't look bad anymore, Krillin stood up and took off his armor against chemical fumes and looked down at his handy work. So, this was it feels like to be proud of yourself, Krillin liked it.

He cracked his back as a yawn passed him, right on cue then. Everything was put back under the kitchen sink and when the door closed, so did the idea of his responsibilities as well.

Too lazy to take a shower, Krillin changed into another big shirt and a pair of old shorts. Don't judge him, most of his wardrobe came from his best friend, it wasn't his fault that he was fucking huge.

As he laid in bed, in his dark room, he all of the sudden couldn't go to sleep. Krillin hated when it happened, he would get this overwhelming feeling of exhaustion but then when he was turning in for the night, now he had energy.

Fine, whatever. He turned to grab his phone off the nightstand and then he realized that his headphones were in his pocket in one of his hoodies. Give him a minute. He got up for the first time that night.

So, after a grueling search into his abundance of hoodies, the earbuds were found and Krillin laid back into bed. He was just listening to whatever was playing, and he was barely paying attention to what he was listening to.

I lie in an early bed thinking late thoughts
Waiting for the black to replace my blue

Krillin opened his eyes when he heard the lyrics to a song, he didn't know it, but he really was complaining, it sounded nice enough.

I do not struggle in your web
Because it was my aim to get caught

He hummed to himself as his mind wandered to the guy from last night and how the guy looked before that weird scene against the wall. A hand was absentmindedly rubbing his neck while his other fell on his chest.

It was so weird how helpless Krillin felt in his home and how that didn't produce the…panic a normal person would have felt. He felt the rushing in his ear, he knew that his heart was beating too fast to be healthy but there was something else behind that, like he liked that someone so much bigger than him could hurt him.

Oh god, he didn't want to think like that. But the thoughts that just kept on coming, how it felt having warm breath on his nape and the smell of cooper was feeling his nose. Just of the smell of the man was getting to him.

That I'm finally growing weary
Of waiting to be consumed by you

Krillin then realized he had gotten hard and he knew that he was fucked. Clearly embarrassed by this, he hides in his face in his arm as his hand on traveled down under his shorts. Just the simple touch he had him moaning.

Give me the first taste
Let it begin

Fuck he could see bright eyes baring into his soul, threatening to see inside of him. He tugged on his dick as he felt the ghost touch of claws scraping against his hips, just long enough to tell Krillin that he could have been ripped into.

All the man had to do was sink his claws into him and he would have had of a pound of flesh, and Krillin would be powerless to stop it. That should not have made his dick twitch in delight but fuck it, it did.

Your hungry flirt borders intrusion
And I'm building memories
On things we have not said

He was gasping now, the image of sharp teeth making him go faster, stroking himself to gruff voice that whispered in his ear. A voice that promised him death if he disobeyed him, god he wanted to hear that voice again.

Krillin at this point had moved him arm from his face as now he was biting on his fingers to keep from being too loud. Fuck maybe he'll bit hard enough, for it to actually hurt. Holy hell did that sound fantastic!

Full is not heavy as empty
Not nearly my love
Not nearly my love
Not nearly

No, he had to focus, he was so close. He stroked himself faster when the thought of the chest against his, claws on his back as he was sniffed like a dog. Having his head moved so roughly, a hand in his hair showing him how weak he was.

The first taste
Let it begin, heaven cannot wait forever

And then he remembered teeth at this neck and being growled out, Krillin saw white as his body jerked with his orgasm, as the music started to phase out.

The first taste
Let it begin, heaven cannot wait forever
Start the chase, I'll let you win
But you must make the endeavor

Krillin panted, the dots of color fazing in and out of his vision, trying to calm down. As his mind came down from his high, the actual reality of the situation weighing down on his pleasure. He had just masturbated to the guy who was probably not human, threatened to kill him and left without saying a word.

Dear god, this is what rock bottom feels like.

Overwhelmed with new-found disgust for himself, ran a hand through his hair and let out a loud sigh. The wetness in his shorts told him that he needed to clean himself for the second time in one day, goody.

He decided to just wash up because it wasn't that bad and to wear only his shirt as it wasn't dirty from his little session. As he waddled back over to his bed, he finally felt the exhaustion that he had been pining for, well at least some good came out of this whole ordeal.

Feeling like the world was still spinning, he climbed into bed and stared up at the ceiling. He needed to get a hold of himself, these were not normal feelings to have. While he never minded a bit of pleasure with pain, this was a whole new level to it. Also, why the fuck was he feeling like that?

Ignoring whatever he was currently feeling, he placed the covers over him and snuggled himself deep into his pillow. He would deal with this another time, right now he needed some sleep.

Endnote: This was updated before Stars, I am ashamed of myself, but it was done for almost a month now and I needed something for June. Don't worry, chapter 6 of stars will be up soon, maybe on Friday at the latest. Next two chapters will be in Vegeta's POV, just a heads up. See ya'll in another month!