A Flutter of Feathers (ON HOLD)

chapter 2- Hatch

"What have I done?"

The owl sat perched on his fridge, staring down at him. His mind flashed back a bit, causing him to groan.

"Come on dammit!" Akaashi yelled as he threw his jacket on the owl in fustration, picking it up and grunting as it wildly thrashed in his arms. Holy shit, how much did this thing weigh? "Jesus Christ!" He looked up at the direction of his apartment. "Fifth floor." The owl gave another shriek and attempted to get the jacket off it's face. Akaashi looked back down and held on tighter, growling. "Settle the fuck down, fucking feather fuck!" Really? Feather fuck? He could've done better.

Now he sat, glaring daggers at the huge grey thing. He hadn't even managed to get near it's wing yet. "Asshole." Akaashi called the name half-heartedly, knowing it very well couldn't understand him. It responded by moving further back on the fridge, settling out of his reach. "Oh come on!" He got up and moved to get a broom, and stared at the owl. "You're gonna come down from that fridge, you ass." He took a hold of the handle and poked above the fridge, unsuprised by a screech.

An hour of batting the owl with a broom later, he had finally managed to restrain it to the floor using a blanket and his knees. The lump under the maroon cloth squirmed, making various noises of disagreement.

"If it doesn't shut up, I'll get kicked out."

"Calm the Hell down! I'm trying to help!"

"Wait. Did that actually work?"

There was no movement nor sound from the lump, and he poked it experimentally. No response. "Oi, you better not be dead." He grabbed the edge of the blanket and took a breath.

"I'm going to get my face clawed off."

He pulled back slowly, wincing as he prepared to be mauled. He thought how that would look on a tombstone.

"R.I.P Akaashi Keiji. Killed by a fucking owl."

The owl stared up at him, yellow eyes studying him fearlessly. "Are you going to cooperate now?" Akaashi held on to the blanket, prepared to throw it if the owl decided to attack. "Good, now let me see your wing." He reached for the owl and flinched when it turned it's head.

"That's creepy, stop stop, Ew put your head back rightside up, ew."

He touched it lightly, earning a twitch from a talon, but Akaashi was still intact.

"So far, so good."

He gave a sigh of relief when it permitted him to grab the edge of his wing, giving a soft call when he stretched it out.

"It isn't that bad."

This could be fixed easily. Akaashi grinned. "We don't have to set it or anything." There was a bloody spot where claws had made contact with flesh, and feathers were missing. "Stay here, you worthless fluff." He ran to the direction of the bathroom, looking for supplies.