Holy shit, I finally updated this. I'm so sorry guys, there was a lesson in this story that I was not aware of yet. It took a while, but now I can finally write this without a mess up... Hopefully...
Disclaimer: Screw you, I own my own plot. That should count for something.
Warmth. It was the only feeling he could comprehend at the moment. The chainsaw felt a nice heat that flowed into him. It was comforting and felt familiar, though he would often associate the feeling with grief, but it masked the pain he felt that quickly followed after recollecting his conscious memories.
After revealing his brown eyes to be met with the view of a scruffy chin. Which quickly became the green eye that he grew fond of.
"Hey, I'm sorry..." The black haired meister apologized.
"It's ok... My face doesn't hurt as bad." Drake replied, realizing that he was being embraced by Gizmo.
"That's not why I'm apologizing, I've been treating you like shit, and I don't deserve you." The Chainsaw blushed at the apology, it was a bit worth the beat down to hear it from him.
"It's fine, I've dealt with you this long... " Drake brushed a stray white strand of hair off his face. After taking a moment to break the stare from the one eyed man, the white haired man could see he was back in their home, specifically in Kanso's bedroom.
"I know the reason you stay... But I want to hear you say it." After a moment to process it, the weapon sighed and noticed that his head was resting in his lap. "But then again, I don't."
"What..?" Before he could get an answer, the meister gently lifted up his weapon's head and placed it back down on the bed just as softly and left the room. "What the fuck...?"
Though he wanted to chase after the man and question his reason as to not hear what he had to say, the pain in his face caused him to stay put and endure the pain until it can be more tolerable to walk around with. "Just fuck everything..." He complained and stared up at the ceiling. The scent of blood in his nostrils, possibly from the kick, but it was difficult to tell if it was cleaned up and still lingering or beginning to bleed again. He sighed and wish he could just pass out again to worry about it later, sometime when he was emotionally frustrated.
After getting convinced by the dark haired young woman to give training a rest and relax himself, the wolf found himself in the home of his friend, seated on the couch awaiting for his meal to be brought to him. He felt awkward being in Momo's apartment, or it was probably being seated on the small couch that barely supported his large frame.
Though he couldn't just refuse the offer when she seemed serious about making him relax for a moment. Though it was a bit unnerving to be alone with her under the same roof. Sajin attempted to distract himself from the pointless worry and examined the room. It was a plain simple décor with few objects that possibly held sentimental value to either Momo or Shuhei, and possibly even both.
He sniffed the air a bit, the scent of honey filling his nostrils along with baking dough and other various smells that wafted from the kitchen.
"Oh yeah, Sajin, I hope you don't mind, but I invited Tatsuki over to talk to you." She called out from the kitchen. Relief washed over the large wolf, though he felt silly for even feeling nervous in the first place.
"Not at all." He replied simply. The scent of the cookies hinted with cinnamon were now overwhelming him, but the blend of sugars and sweets caused his mouth to water. "Miss Hinamori, I don't mean to rush, but how much longer until your are done baking?"
"Only a few more minutes."
Sajin gave a slight smile, all the nervousness from before melting away. His smile could only widen when the dark haired woman walked into the living room with cup of tea in her hand, along with a book in the other. Both of which she placed onto the coffee table for the large wolf to enjoy while awaiting the treats and meal she was preparing.
"Thank you, Miss-" Before he could finish his gratitude, Momo lightly tapped Sajin on the middle of his brow.
"Enough with the Miss Hinamori, just call me Momo." She stared at him sternly yet all with a smile, waiting for him to respond.
"Right, Thank you... Momo." After proving to her that he could drop the formalities, the Ballistic Knife Meister returned to the kitchen to check on her cooking. Leaving Sajin with the cup of tea and book for entertainment. He could never resist a good book, and seeing as Momo personally picked it out, it must have been a great read. Scanning the title, the wolf read it out loud. "A Taste for Rabbit..."
Already curious enough, he opened the book, finding it was exactly 300 pages long. After turning the first few blank pages, past the Table of Contents, the large wolf stared at a beautiful ink painting. Standing in amidst trees during a snowfall was a fox in clothing, looking over at a rabbit that seemed distraught and running, also dressed in clothing. At first glance, he assumed the rabbit was running from the fox, but the fox appeared to be stagnant and only observing from afar. But the shadows suggested otherwise, the ink that was used seemed to bleed out their figures and causing them to appear as primal animals again. The fox attempting to bite the fleeing rabbit.
He interest began to soar to the skies even as he began to look at the first chapter's title, 'Harry: Can't a Brother be Brotherly?'. Delving into the words on the paper, Sajin was already able to make the connection of the fox in the ink art to the main character, Harry the Fox. Now all that was left was to learn the rabbit's name and relevance to this starving fox.
Though to surprisingly, he found himself cursing silently when Momo brought in a tray of freshly baked cookies. He felt bad to put down such an interesting story, yet it was more rude to ignore the baked treats that were made just for him.
"Thank you, Momo." Sajin reached over and took one of the cookies in his large hand and took a bite, finding the taste to be a sweet mixture of flavors that did not clash with each other and blended nicely.
"Your welcome, Sajin, how does it taste?" She smiled at him, hoping he found them to be delicious.
"They are terrific, and thank you for the book." For the remainder of the time, Momo gave the large wolf peace and quiet to read the book in peace as they awaited for the third invited guest to arrive.
The clouds began to part and the rays of the sun poured in through the car window, the scent of wet dirt filling the truck, but it was a much better scent to the young boy than the smell of the freshly caught fish. Leaning his head against the glass, the fox wished that he could dry out faster, he did not like the way his hair was matted against his face and still dripping.
"So, any reason why ya fell down that cliff?"
Roy grumbled when he heard the hick speak out and ask a question.
"Nothing..." He sighed, not caring for his rudeness or the fact that he was being ungrateful to the person that saved his life.
"Forgive me if I don't believe you." The auburn haired man looked over at the young fox and soon placed his hand on his back. He rubbed the young man's back, which only caused him to resist the gesture and attempt to escape. "Ya know yew can open the door and leave anytime ya wanted to."
At this point Roy was confused with the way Keith was treating him, trying to comfort him for an hour now but now he's suggesting that the fox leap out of a moving vehicle?
"Your point?"
"Why haven't yew?" The words stuck onto his mind and the fox was fearful to answer him.
You don't even know why you're staying with him.
The young fox stayed silent for a moment and grumbled, never breaking his stare out the window. "I got no fuckin' clue, you seem nice and all, but I'm not exactly fond of staying with others."
Says the pup that loves to cuddle in his sleep.
Roy wanted no more than to kick his own head hoping to knock himself out, though that would probably lead to meeting the kitsune. The redhead soon stopped the vehicle and looked over at the young fox, taking him by surprise, Keith had wrapped his arms around Roy and kept a firm grip around him despite the struggling of the fox.
"Let go!" Roy shouted, finding that it was hard to break away from the man.
"Not until yew hold on!" The words echoed in his mind, at moments like this, the nine tailed kitsune would always have a snarky comment but even he was lost for words. The whole world seemed still, even Roy had ceased his struggles and waited for more.
"I actually saw ya up on the cliff, yew were tryin' to kill yerself." He paused to take a second to look at the young fox, head held low. The hick shook his head and kept a tighter grip around Roy with one arm and brought the his chin up to look at him. Dark blue eyes stared sternly into honey gold that flashed deep crimson. "Taking away yer own life is a selfish thing to do. Whoever ya did live with is probably worried sick"
"They're better off without me..." Roy kept a stoic expression, the emotionless face unnerving the man.
"Don't ever think that! No one ever wants to lose a loved one!" His voice was beginning to shake despite being full of confidence.
"But-"
"But nothin'! I'm not givin' up on yew and that's final, Dalton!" Roy was taken back by the use of another name.
"Dalton...?" The redhead sighed and shook his head, hoping he could take back what he just said.
"It's not important... Forget I even said it..." The young fox wanted to wipe his tears away, but his arms were still being caught in the tight hug. He was lucky enough to have put the mask up to hide the waterworks. The hick released the fox and attended back to driving, never speaking again for the whole ride.
Roy began to wonder about Keith and whoever Dalton was. From how worked up he got, he was beginning to think that Dalton must have been a close friend or possibly even family member. It would make more sense seeing as his words did hit home plate.
Strange, you've been crying a lot lately.
'Do the math, it all started around the same time you came into my life.' He sighed and waited for a response. After getting silence he wondered if Shotze was moved by the hick's words as well. As much as he wanted peace and quiet, this did not bring the comfort he wanted. It was agonizing and heartbreaking. Hoping a bit of noise would help ease his mood, the young fox whispered under his breath.
"I miss you dad..."
I seriously need to dedicate more time to this story. I am honestly ashamed of myself for never updating it in forever. I promise I will try to get the chapters for this updated regularly again. Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed seeing this wasn't dead.