Mairimashita! Iruma-kun One-shots

Lost Love

The Naberius's were the clan of unwaveringly loyal guard dogs. Each and every member was raised with the strictest guidelines and expectancies, and those who failed were disgraced. The latest members were the elder brother Narnia and the younger brother Kalego. Both excelled and will excel at every challenge thrown their way, until Narnia didn't. One mistake led to a life of regret and a love lost. 

Warnings of light gore descriptions and raw meat consumption! Oh, and Angst!  With the latest chapter reveal, I really wanted to come up with a reason on why Narnia would recommend Atori and Shiida to Babyls, basically any reason other than him returning to origins. 

A heavy sigh left full lips as pale, thin hands ran themselves through long black hair. He was tempted to rip it all out in his stress, but knew that it would do no good in the end. He couldn't believe he was doing this. Going against everything he was raised to do, sacrificing not only his pride and beliefs, but who knew how many lives along the way.

Was it worth it?

He honestly didn't know anymore. Before, he would have said no, no matter how much he loved anyone, he would never abandon his post as a loyal Naberius guard dog. No matter how much he disagreed with his family ways, he recognized and even enjoyed the mysteries and jobs that came his way as the Border Patrol's Special Security Chief.

But then he met them.

A real life human from the other realm. He'd known of their existence, of course. You couldn't be as high ranked as him in the Border Patrols system and not know of them, but he'd never met one. Realm crossings were incredibly rare, and despite his decades of service, he'd never seen a real one until they had come along.

His claws flexed at the thought of them again. He could see them now even, with their soft skin, glittering eyes and bright smile. It was like they had been designed to lure him in and lower his guard, only to snatch his heart and take it for their own. Inadvertently crushing it in the end, when... When they were ripped from his side and forced to leave.

That had been the worst day of his life.

The best day was a tie, between Kalego being born and meeting them for the first time. He could remember it so clearly.

He had been relatively new to his job at the time. Only three decades in and still getting the hang of all the different procedures for the hundreds of different kinds of cases, when Henry had pulled him aside to go on a raid. A quick raid and small paperwork, and then they could both go home. It had sounded rather promising, after all there was an Opera show that was supposed to on in an hour along with a bottle of nice wine chilling.

What should have been a relatively simple case of raid and detain, however, quickly turned more extreme when it was discovered the criminal in question had a living, breathing human hidden in his abode.

Undoubtedly, both Henry and him had been shocked when their head innocently popped up from a cauldron stacked in a far corner. Tears strolling down their face faster than any river could run, but with blood stains around their mouth and splattered across their face. At first, they didn't realize anything was different about them, just assumed that they were an intended victim or an accomplice. Judging by the torn flesh on the criminal, however, Narnia was inclined to believe the former.

After all, they only had the head to go by at first, and plenty of demons didn't have horns. One of little Kalego's allies was a prime example, the Balam's hadn't ever had horns as far as anyone knew.

With Henry playing with the perpetrator (the demon often used these cases to let off steam Narnia learned over time), he had walked over to this new demon, curious but careful. After all, this other being could still be a helper rather than a victim. Reaching out one of his own thin hands towards them, he could only blink as they flinched harshly and backed as far as they could in the tiny space. Tears still flowed, but they bared their teeth in a show of attempting to be fierce. With a raised eyebrow, he gave them a quick glance over, keeping his hand out calmly.