Nekopara fanfic

Chapter 59

I was working in the shop when someone with a letter walked in. It wasn't our usual postman, it was an adorable little girl. (See image above) She handed me the letter and I gently pat her on the head. She smiled and left. I set the letter on the table upstairs and returned to working. After work, I read the letter. It was from the host guy again. He was having another party. 

(Preparation time skip!)

We went to the party and when we arrived I walked over to the bar for a round of drinks and noticed a tall blond woman with a navy blue jacket and skirt, with a white shirt, a red sash around her waist, and a large gold-hilted cutlass. (Jesus christ you'd think I was 7 again with this pirate addiction.) I sat down on the only open barstool which was next to her and after a round of drinks, she noticed me and my sword hanging at my left side and requested a duel. I lit a cigar and she and I walked outside. I drew my sword and she drew her cutlass. "How about if I win I get that cutlass?" I asked. "Sure," she replied. "If I win I get your sword, and that nice pocket watch," She said. "Deal," I replied. We both took a fighting stance and took a swing at each other. After about 15 minutes of back and forth slashing at each other, I finally beat her. She sheathed her cutlass and unhooked the sheath for her cutlass, handing it to me. I strapped the sheath for what was now my cutlass around my waist on the right side and I slid the sheath for my sword over to the left side of me, and she and I went back inside. We chatted for a while and I told her about the cafe and she said she'd come to visit sometime. I noticed the little girl who was working as a postman a while ago and I went to go talk to her. "Hello," I said, slowly walking over to her. "Hello, mister!" She said. I gently pat her on the head and she smiled. I chatted with her for a while as well and spent some time dancing with Vanilla and Maple. At the end of the party, we all walked home and I grabbed a screw gun and screwed a sword rack to the wall and hung up my old sword on it, then went upstairs and changed into my jeans and went to bed. The next morning I woke up and bought a custom made Rogue Speed iron on similar to the logo on my jacket with my name below it, and grabbed my old trench coat. I ironed the logo on the back of the trench coat and removed all the small inside pockets. I sewed a large revolver holster for my snub nosed S&W .500 on the (From Qrow's perspective, while wearing the jacket) left inside, and I sewed my large combat knife's sheath on the right inside, then sewed two large pockets on the outside similar to how my leather jacket was. I put my S&W .500 in its holster and my knife in its sheath. I pulled on the trench coat and we all went for a walk. While we were walking I saw Milk and her owner's Takoyaki stall. I squinted slightly and realized they were being robbed. I broke into a dead sprint toward them when a gunshot rang out. I froze, then shapeshifted into a were-panther and started sprinting even faster. I reached them and barreled into the man who shot Milk's owner, my massive claws tearing him in half as I plowed into him. I shapeshifted back into my normal form and Milk seemed absolutely horrified. I patched up her owner and she was brought to a hospital. Milk was crying profusely. (Oh yeah, Milk is about Chocola's height now, but other than that, she looks the same.) I gently picked her up and gently stroked her head. "Will Master get better?" Milk asked, slightly hopeful. I froze, then thought of something. I continued gently stroking her head. "I take pride in my skill as a field medic, but only time will tell," I replied, speaking softly. "For the time being, do you want to come home with us?" I asked. Milk smiled, despite being so upset. I gently carried her home with us and she fell asleep in my arms. I sat down on the couch and set her down so that her head was resting in my lap. Vanilla cuddled up against me and I gave her a kiss. Vanilla and I slid to the other end of the couch and I lay down and Vanilla climbed on top of me, smiling deviously. I kissed her again and Milk woke up. Milk blushed slightly, which was a rather strange but cute sight, and turned away. I sat up and Vanilla almost fell off me but I carefully caught her. Milk slid over next to me and I gently scratched her head. Vanilla got out of my lap and sat down on the other side of me. "I'm glad I got to come home with you," Milk said. I smiled and stroked her head as she started to purr. I heard a knock downstairs and went to see who it was. It was a man in a black suit, claiming he needed to speak with Milk. "If you can tell her, you can tell me," I said. Milk wandered down to see what I was doing. "Ah, just the little girl I was looking for. I'm sorry to inform you, but your master... She..." He couldn't seem to find the words. "Master?! Is she going to be okay!?" Milk asked. "It breaks my heart to say this, but what this man is trying to say is that your master... Passed on..." I said. "You were the closest relative we could find, so you inherit all her possessions," The man said. Milk was crying. "Can you take me to see her?" Milk asked. "Of course," I said. I gently carried her to my car and we drove to the hospital room. Milk saw her owner had passed away on the hospital bed. "No... Master can't die... There has to be a way..." Milk said, sobbing. "I'm sorry but it can't be done, the dead most often stay dead, unless of course, you're extremely lucky, but she's been dead far too long," I said. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry," I said. "Don't be... It wasn't your fault, you did what you could. Let's go," Milk said with a sniffle. I drove her home with us and Milk sat down with Vanilla and played a game with her as I headed outside and had a cigar. Royal joined me and after a minute or so Milk came out wondering what I was doing. I put out my cigar and pulled out a nicotine lollipop and started idly sucking on it. "Can I have a lollipop?" Milk asked. I searched through my pockets a bit and handed her a regular lollipop. "Thank you," Milk said. I gently scratched her head and brought her inside the shop. "Was that Royal?" Milk asked. "Yes it was, Karol's floating around here somewhere too," I said. She smiled. Milk talked with Royal a bit and I brought her into the garage. She examined our cars and a TV in the corner of the garage (why? I don't know either.) was set to the news channel started saying something about a group of 4 female fugitives and 3 guys as well, wanted for robbing gas stations, hit and run, small time gang stuff. Milk seemed tired so she went to take a nap while I went to go out for a walk using my bad luck intentionally, hoping I might run into the fugitives, one set fewer criminals the town needs to deal with. (Jeez, Qrow's a vigilante now too? XD) I went on a walk and I came across exactly the people I was looking for.

"What do you want?" One of the guys asked. "Just passing by," I replied nonchalantly. "Yeah right, you're loaded with guns, unless you're over the top paranoid, you wouldn't carry so many all at once, or even so much ammunition," He said. "Observant one," I replied. (The only visible gun Qrow is carrying is his lever action rifle, the rest are currently being concealed carried.) I pulled out my DP-12 and loaded it up, then my rifle, then my S&W .500, and my suppressed .45 Colt Defender. (The handgun, not the antique revolver) I tucked them all back in their holsters except my rifle which I had in hand. I cocked it, and they all drew a variety of handguns. "Who wants to make the first move?" I asked. One of them shot at me and it just barely missed. I sprinted up next to the guy who fired the gun and kicked him in the head and the rest of them tried taking shots at me as he collapsed. I fired at each of them and hit three of the girls, the rest just narrowly missed. One of them shot at me and hit my rifle in the mechanism and I tossed the now permanently broken rifle off to the side, (Thank god one less gun to keep track of,) dashing toward the last four. I drew my S&W .500 and fired at them. I hit two of the boys, one in the head, the other in the ribs, and missed the last 3 shots. I tucked the revolver back in its holster on the inside of my trenchcoat and since I was within CQC range I disarmed two of them and tossed their guns off to the side. I grabbed one by the front of the shirt as another shot at me and then dropped him. I drew closer to the last one with the gun and I disarmed them and shot them with their own gun, then tossed it off to the side as well. I drew my sword and slashed the last one diagonally across the chest. "You already killed the rest of them, finish me off then," He said. I flipped a coin. Heads. I patched him up and he was arrested while his friends were cleaned up. The police said I was quite excessive in killing all but one of them, but thanked me anyway. I walked back home and saw Milk waiting for me. I put all my guns back in my gun case except for my rifle, which was now broken. I realized it was getting late so I made dinner and after dinner, I went to bed with Vanilla. I was laying down reading a book with Vanilla nuzzled up against me when Milk walked over. "Can I sleep with you, mister?" Milk asked. (Yes that is supposed to say mister, not master) "I don't see why not," Vanilla replied. "Sure," I said. I put a bookmark in my book and set it on my nightstand. I gestured for Milk to come closer and she slid under the blanket and lay down on top of me, wrapping her arms around my neck. "Thank you, mister, you're so kind," Milk said. "No problem, your master was my friend, after all. It's the least I could do," I said with a smile. I gently stroked her head and she started to purr. I gently rubbed Vanilla's head with my other hand and she nuzzled up against me and started to purr as well. I kissed Vanilla and dimmed the light, not turning it off entirely.  "If you need anything in the middle of the night wake me up, okay? I sleep very lightly so it shouldn't be too hard to do, just try not to do it too often, and try not to wake Vanilla," I whispered. "Okay, good night," Milk whispered. Milk closed her eyes and I fell asleep not long after.