Tobias Shizu Harrison never really cut it as a hero. So, he went down a different path. Moving away from his family to pursue a much different career with his cousin. His life, now filled with venomous reptiles, arachnids and other creatures, comes...
A small boy sat, wrapped in a fuzzy dinosaur blanket as The Land Before Time played on the TV. His brown hair was messy, sticking out in every direction. His soft brown feline ears drooped a little as he rubbed his nose with the blanket. The boy's name was Nito Conway, and he was 3 years old. His father, Toby, stood in the kitchen making fish sticks for the child.
"Daddy! The sharptooth is gonna get us!" the boy squealed, pronouncing it as 'sharp-toof'. Toby smiled softly. "That's so scary." he said as he yawned a bit. "Foods almost done," he said as he grabbed the ketchup from the fridge and put a dab on the plate. Then he walked it over to the child and sat with him. Nito smiled. As he chomped down on the food, he yelled, "I am a sharptoof!"
"How are you feeling, love?" Toby asked and looked at the boy. "I feel icky..." he said as he stuffed the food into his face. He smiled softly. "Maybe it's time for a bit more medicine?" He asked. "Maybe? He giggled and embraced Toby, who chuckled and nodded. "Fishie stick?" he asked as he shoved one into Toby's face. "Thank you, Nito. You are so kind." He said and took a bite, causing the sickly boy to laugh.
"When is papa coming home daddy?" The child asked. "I don't know buddy." he said and shrugged. "But he is out working with Conner right now." He said and petted his head. "Ok..." Nito said and finished up his food. "Maybe we can play dinosaurs when he gets home?" he asked hopeful. "Possibly." The 25-year-old man said with a smile. Nito loved dinosaurs. They were his absolute favorite things in the world. He had serval stuffed Dinos around his room. The two of them watched the movie together, taking medicine as needed.
After a while, Nito had fallen asleep. Toby picked up the child and hummed to himself. Grabbing the blanket, he walked down a short hallway and into the boy's room. As he laid the 3-year-old down, Nito yawned and snuggled up to his blanket. Toby chuckled softly. He loved the child with all of his heart.
As he made his way back to the living room, the front door made a loud cracking sound. A voice boomed from the other side. Toby frowned and quickly made his way to the entrance. As he opened the door he was pushed to the wall as 3 men made their way into the apartment.
"Andy," Conner said, annoyance in his voice. "In the bathroom is a medical duffel bag." He said as he moved red-haired man to the couch.
It had taken Toby a couple seconds to realize what was going on. But when he did, he froze in horror. It wasn't just some random man, but his husband, who had a deep gash on his chest. His purple sweater was drenched with red liquid. His bruised, emerald eyes behind cracked glasses. His thick matted hair was in knots, was the least of his worries.
"Oh, bloody hell..." he whispered. His hands shook as he stared at the man. "Max..." he grabbed his hand. "What happened?" he asked as he quickly came to his senses and ran to the kitchen, bringing back a wet rag. He pressed it on the wound as his cousin sat on the coffee table.
"Heros." He stated with a simple shrug running his hand over his short brown hair. With his duffel bag in hand, Andy ran back into the living room. It made a thud as it was thrown onto the floor and ripped open.
As Andy handed him the equipment he requested, Toby's heart pounded. "Come on Max. Just stay awake for me, you'll be ok love..." He said as he put pressure on the wound. Max didn't respond, he only stared at the ceiling fan with dull green eyes. "Damn it Conner!" He yelled, tears threatening to fall. "You were supposed to be watching his back!"
Conner didn't respond at first. Then, he whispered, "Shh, you'll wake Nito." in an uncaring voice. To him, Max was just another lackey. He had little regard for human life. The only exceptions he had were for himself and children. He was not affected by the event unfolding in front of him.
Toby on the other hand, was in shock. He had come to a horrifying realization. There was nothing he could do to save Max. It was too late, Max was gone. He sunk to the floor, the tears now filling his eyes. He opened his eyes to speak but was only able to let out a choked sob. He couldn't speak.
Toby stood silently, staring at the now clean couch. He glanced towards the bathroom, where several blood-stained towels were soaking in the tub. "Why," He began as he looked at Conner. "Why the hell did you bring him here?! He could have...made it if.... if he had someone who knew what they were doing!" He yelled. "Wha-What am I supposed to do now?!"
"You're taking over the Japan branch." He stated. "You and Nito leave in 3 hours. Here are your tickets, pack everything you'll need for a week. I'll have the rest of your stuff packed and shipped to your new home." He stood and walked to the door.
Max, the man he'd fallen for, the man he'd spent the past 7 years with, was dead. With no way of bringing him back. He couldn't believe it. He clenched his fists, having made up his mind. He glared at the door and under his breath he made a promise. A promise to avenge Max's death by taking out the heroes that had killed him.
With that, he took a deep breath and walked to his room. He had some packing to do.
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