Nekopara fanfic

Chapter one. A mysterious new member joins the family.

It was a usual day in La Soleil. Though recently crime rates have risen and I'm somewhat paranoid our shop might get robbed or something. What anyone would want robbing a patisserie is anyone's guess but I am unsure. A guard might lower the positive cheery atmosphere and that wouldn't be very good now, would it... So I'll hold off on anything like that for now. After we closed and all the preparations were set for tomorrow Chocola, Vanilla, and I went to bed and the others went home. I could hardly sleep that night. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of shattering glass. "Uh-oh," I said aloud as I grabbed a flashlight and headed downstairs to the patisserie. Not soon after beginning to look around I got hit on the head with something and was knocked out cold. Whoever was robbing the store got away and a few minutes later I was being jostled awake by a police officer with a flashlight. "Is he even alive?" one said. "Of course he's alive! ... Whether or not I can get him to wake up is up for debate..." the one attempting to wake me up said as I sat up. "Okay we're going to get you checked out at a hospital then we're going to need to ask you a few questions." I was examined at the hospital and it was declared I was fine except for a bad bruise with some bleeding on the back of my skull near my neck. I had a bandage put on it and then the officers began questioning me. "Did you see who had broken into your patisserie? Or do you know who might have done something like this?" they asked. "No," I replied and they sent me on my way back home. Once I was safely back home and the window was replaced we opened up shop rather late. Everyone was very worried but were a bit better when I told them what happened and that the doctors said I was fine. Later a very strange customer arrived. He was a catgirl- wait... no. He was like a catgirl but was male, in terms of cat breed looked like Coconut if she had black hair and tail fur, and was a foot taller than I was. His hair was about an inch or two off the floor and he wore a long black trench coat with black combat boots, over his left hand he had a black leather glove on and his other hand was wrapped entirely in bandages, even though he had long sleeves on his trench coat I could see they were wrapped almost all the way up his forearm and he had a bandoleer of shotgun shells. He also had a black collar and he didn't seem to have a bell but instead attached to his collar was a small black plastic square with a red light on it. He ordered a shortcake. Someone else walked into the shop with a handgun and ordered a stick-up. I put my hands into the air and heard a crack as he crumpled to the ground. I realized the man in the trench coat had whacked the man in the head with the butt of a shotgun. Chocola got a shortcake for him and he returned the next morning. Someone else suspicious walked in and was halfway through drawing a pistol. BOOM! There was a large hole where his chest was. This was due to the man with the trench coat blasting him with a shotgun. Chocola and Vanilla were instantly terrified by the sound. He holstered his shotgun and gently hugged both of them, which reassured them. "Hey, sir, would you like a job as a bodyguard? You clearly have experience with your shotgun and I get the feeling I'll have need of a guard," I said. "Just hand me your phone for a second." He said, lifting up his head a bit and held the phone near the square of plastic. It beeped and the light turned green. He and some police officers cleaned up the body and then he went upstairs took off his boots and his trench coat and bandoleer and hung it up along with his shotgun, and lay down on the couch with a pillow and went straight to sleep. Just as I closed up and finished preparations for the next day he woke up and got his boots and trench coat with his bandoleer and he came downstairs. "Oh hey. I never got your name." I said. "With how my very presence can affect the atmosphere of a room I'm usually referred to as the Reaper but before I sadly outlived my first owner my name was Qrow. Qrow Branwen," he said. "Okay then," I replied. "Okay," he said. "Goodnight." Then I headed off to bed. I was able to sleep soundly knowing I had a guard downstairs, little did I know things like this would become a common occurrence.

(For all readers, new and old, I decided to adjust this chapter because in this story Kashou lives in a large city, and the shadiest guy ever walked up to him and Kashou gave him a job because he looked like he could beat up some people, I decided that had been far too convenient, because how did Kashou know he wasn't going to kill them in his sleep or anything like that. Because of this I have adjusted the story appropriately.)