Nekopara fanfic

Chapter 21

Our kids were sitting on my shoulders when we got attacked. "We have kids now... and its been so long you'd think the muggers had given up by now." I growled, a mugger caught Vanilla, and our kids were crying, scared for the safety of their mom. I handed them over to Kashou, I didn't want them to see this. Vanilla had grown a bit accustomed to me filleting people but my kids were still in human time a few months old. They huddled close to Kashou as my knives flashed out of their sheathes. "DON'T HURT HER!!" I shouted, enraged as he pressed a knife to Vanilla's neck. I was barely able to hold back from filleting him right here and now, but I had to get Vanilla to safety, then I could tear him apart. I sheathed my knives. "How about a duel?" I said dropping all but one bullet from my revolver, and loading one round in my derringer, which I realized I forgot to put with the other one with my tuxedo. I tossed him my revolver. Vanilla stepped off to the side as we stood back to back. 10 paces then turn and shoot. I spun around at the same time as he did, he shot first, but he missed and hit me in the shoulder. "Ow. Well then pal, sacrifice your honor and drop my gun and run, or pray to whatever higher power you believe in and hope that I miss." I said, taking aim. I fired, and he had no head left. I picked up my revolver and had the coroner's office come and clean him up while I handed a police officer the casing from my revolver, and the casing from my derringer as I reloaded it. I sat Lemon and Raven on my shoulders. "Chocola too!" Chocola said. "I only have two shoulders, maybe Kashou could try? Unless he's not strong enough. I could probably bench press all five of you at once but I'm not sure about Kashou." I said with a snicker. "I'm not quite that strong but I'm not weak either." He said with a glare at me. "Well then." I said, heaving Chocola up onto his shoulders. "Okay you're a bit heavier than I expected." He groaned. "Hey!" Chocola said. "Too heavy?" I asked with a laugh. "No I've got it." He retorted. He managed get back up. "Don't forget me." Vanilla said. "I won't forget about you." I said, picking her up. We eventually got back to the shop, and I went to take a nap with Vanilla and our kids. I passed out and later went to make dinner, then after I fell back asleep. I woke up the next day and remembered to stick my derringer in the pocket of my tuxedo and started cooking breakfast while I waited for everyone else to wake up. Once Raven and Lemon woke up I asked Vanilla if I should show them my metal arm because I had been wearing long sleeved shirts and my leather gloves so they didn't know yet. She said she didn't see anything wrong with it. I called them over and asked if they wanted to know a secret. They seemed intrigued. I pulled off my glove and rolled up my sleeve and showed them. They seemed confused. "Why is your arm shiny?" They asked. "Because it's made of metal, this isn't my real arm. I lost my arm in an accident while I was in the military." I said. A few hours later I decided to clean my guns. I was looking over my double barrel shotgun when I decided, although I really like traditional double barrel shotguns, it was time for something new. I told everybody that I'd be gone for a while and I told Raven and Lemon to behave while I was gone. I headed to the nearest town with a gun store and traded in my double barrel shotgun for a DP-12.

 (I know they're most likely not legal in Japan but this is my story and I'll write the rules)

It was essentially a double barreled shotgun crossed with a KSG. I also bought a lever action rifle.

I removed my original revolver holster from my belt and attached one of the holsters to my belt, keeping the other two for my tuxedo, because that's when they'd come in handy the most, with my huge derringers. I also restocked my ammunition supply and got the guns registered. I also decided to trade out my collar for a more comfortable method. I had all the information transferred to a set of dog tags (As in the things soldiers wear to identify themselves, or also to help identify their corpse upon their death on the battlefield, though that's a bit morbid it's true.) so I could wear those instead of my collar. The lever action rifle I had holstered diagonally across my back like I used to have my double barrel shotgun, and the DP-12 had a shoulder strap so it would just hang off my shoulder, or it could also be slung across my back alongside the lever action rifle, whichever was more convenient at the time. I also got a motorcycle holster for the rifle. I also bought a gun case and a padlock. I had all my keys on the chain with my dog tags. I stuck my guns and my knives in the case and went home and went to sleep, as it was rather late.