HOMRA One shots (K project)

Angry Pain

~ Your POV ~

It was late, around 4 in the morning, and I found myself walking through the city streets on my way back to the bar. I hid my bloodied hands in my sleeves and covered my face with a hood; blood was smeared there too, but not mine of course. Homra was going to kill me, I wasn't supposed to go after this guy, but I had to, my anger consumed me. He killed one of us; he killed family.

I pushed open the large door as quietly as I could, slipping through a small crack so that the little bell wouldn't chime. I tiptoed over the wooden floors, making my way to the staircase; I was almost there when I heard a creak. I froze in my place and glanced towards the noise. In the darkness, I could barely make out a black figure, standing there. I jumped into a fighting stance and whipped out a dagger, holding it defensively in front of me.

"Chill, it's just us." Izumo's voice mumbled tiredly, he flipped on the light and I fumbled quickly to shove my hands into my pockets along with the dagger.

"yo." I said quietly and smiled.

"Where were you?" Yata said angrily, he stormed over to me and crossed his arms, I lowered my head to hide my face, and I shuffled my feet nervously. They were all here waiting for me.

"Out." I said shrugging. Mikoto sighed and stood up, pushing around everybody else, he stopped in front of me and if I could, I cowered more. With one move, he took my hood off and grabbed my hands that I was sure; were placed firmly in my pockets.

"Whose blood is this, (Y/N)?" he asked holding my hands out for everyone in the room to see.

"U-uh it's mine." I stuttered, trying to pull my hands back, but to no avail.

"Where's the wound?" Bando asked from the back of the room.

"Yeah, there are no bloody rips in your clothing." Rikio added pointing at my hoodie.

"W-well, I..." My words trailed off, I couldn't think of another excuse.

"Did you go after that guy?" Mikoto asked, sending me a look that made me want to curl into a ball on the floor.

"If you mean the one that I wasn't supposed to go after then um... yeah, I-I did." I clenched my eyes shut, expecting someone to hit me, but instead my arms were released and somebody wrapped their arms around me.

My eyes popped open in surprise and I glanced up to see Shohei, hugging me tightly. I shakily hugged him back.

"What's up?" I asked, chuckling slightly.

"You are so lame." He replied, pulling away and looking at me. There were tears sitting at the corners of his eyes. I was about to speak when another person hugged me too, and then someone else, and soon enough I was engulfed in a giant group hug.

"I thought you were going to be mad at me, what's this about?!" I shouted, trying to move around in the mass of people.

"Totsuka was family, you seem to have thought of him as that too." Mikoto said lowly, he had his hands in his pockets and was smiling slightly at us. Everyone laughed and backed away.

"You're not making sense, of course I did."

"I mean you cared about him so much that you couldn't wait for the rest of us."

I felt warmth spread across my cheeks.

"It's not like that!" I said, waving my hands around frantically.

"It's okay! We get it." Masaomi grinned and slung his arm around Bando's shoulders.

"You suck." I groaned and turned to walk to my room. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to wash off this blood."

"(Y/N)." Yata called after me, I looked over my shoulder at him.

"Mm hm." I mumbled.

"Thanks, but next time, let's do it together, cool?"

I frowned and determination laced my facial features.

"There won't be a next time."

Everyone nodded in solemn agreement.

"Movie night!" Chitose cheered, trying to lighten the mood.

"Dude, its 4:30 in the morning." Eric said, staring at him in disbelief.

"No, let's have a late movie night." I jumped up and down excitedly.

So that morning, we all hung out together as a family, and watched some movies, everyone was enjoying themselves, but I really couldn't help but think: It's not the same without you, Tatara.