✔ The Hunters | Garou

SIXTH HUNT

FALLING

"His dark eyes took me in, and I wondered what they would look like if he fell in love."

- F. Scott Fitzgerald (The Love of the Last Tycoon)

I used to be nocturnal, hunting my prey at night.

However, lately, after my hunt has ended and I am worn out, my legs, out of their own volition, take me back to a certain place and to a certain person.

Being a lone wolf, this is a little bit of a disadvantage. Why, you ask?

"Where have you been?!" Tenrou, standing at her door, exclaimed.

This.

"Hero hunting." I replied, letting out a deep and laboured breath.

Tenrou looked at me with furrowed brows, and saw all the wounds I had sustained on my chest, arms, and legs. Her ranting fell to deaf ears. Literally. My ears were ringing, my head felt foggy and heavy, and the image of Tenrou before me looked like a blur like I had a serious need for glasses.

The blurry Tenrou suddenly seemed to be wobbling around.

"Hey, why are you moving around so much? Are you dizzy or something?" I asked, squinting at her. I felt the strength drain from my legs, making me collapse like soggy udon noodles.

"No, Garou, you're dizzy!" she exclaimed, desperately and frantically trying to hold my body upright.

I felt her forehead against my chest. Have I fallen on her? I can't think of anything except for why everything is blurry and wobbly.

I then felt her arms go around my waist. Is she trying to hug me or something? Not the best time.

And then, I didn't feel the ground beneath my feet anymore.

Wait, what?

"What are you doing?!" I nearly screamed.

"I'm..." she grunted as she squeezed her arms around my waist tighter to hold me more firmly, "carrying..." she inhaled, "you!"

I winced. She was holding me so tight that it was making my wounds and pain worse. I felt so disoriented and exhausted that I had to surrender by passing out.

Garou is seriously so heavy!

Well, he's a guy, so it's no wonder.

Anyway, as I carried him inside, I felt his body go limp.

"Garou?" I called, but there was no answer. I huffed, "Knocked out, huh?"

I brought him to the bathroom and took off his torn clothes to have a look at his wounds. I clicked my tongue at the sight of the bandages all torn and his wounds reopened and bleeding more profusely than before.

He's about as careful as a dog.

"This man," I sighed heavily as I dragged him to the shower head, right next to the bathtub.

I propped him against the wall, took the detachable shower head and set the water to be lukewarm. And so I bathed this silly, half-naked man and his wounds.