Nekopara fanfic

Chapter 66

(Lemon's perspective)

I walked into the garage to find Dad beating the crap out of a heavy punching bag, his shirt and trench coat sitting on a table off to the side. I sat on the edge of the table and watched him for a bit when black smoke started rising off of him. I looked around quickly to see if something was just making it look like there was smoke coming off of him but no such luck. "Hey, you do realize there is smoke coming off of you right?" I asked. "Wait, what? Off of me?" He asked. He looked over at the open garage door and his expression changed to one of fear for a moment. He saw the garage door wide open. He quickly pointed to the open garage door and it gave off a glow for a fraction of a second before slamming shut. Just as it slammed shut Dad's neck and shoulders burst into bright purple flames. I grabbed Dad's shirt from the table I was sitting on, and using strength I didn't even know I had, I shoved him over and smothered the flames, extinguishing them. "Are you okay!!?!" I asked, panicking slightly. I called Raven down to the garage and we got him to a hospital where his burns were treated. "He got third-degree burns on the back of his shoulders near his neck and second-degree burns on the back of his neck and the left side of his face which stretch to just up under his left eye, all of which will scar. The second-degree burns should clear up in a few weeks but the third-degree burns could take months to heal up, then again his amazing physical condition might help the healing process, but we're going to have to keep him in the hospital for about a month," One of the doctors told us. We went home and I headed into the garage to throw a few jabs at the heavy punching bag myself, pulling on protective gloves.

(Qrow's perspective. Fast forward 1 month.)

They finally let me out of the hospital and I pulled on my trench coat and walked home. Vanilla, Milk, and Ikue all rushed into my arms. I hugged them and smiled. "Where's Licorice?" I asked. "He was spending a week at Shigure's house," Vanilla replied. "I'm gonna go visit him," I said. Vanilla kissed me and I gently scratched her head. I hopped in my car and drove to Shigure's house. The front door was locked and the lights were off, but something gave me the feeling it wasn't because nobody was home. I gave the door a good hefty kick and the door tore itself off its hinges. I loaded up my shotgun and looked around. It was practically abandoned. I continued looking around and walked into the living room. There were a man and a humanoid cat with black hair sitting together. I turned on a light. "Daddy, where did auntie Shigure go?" The humanoid cat boy asked. "She had to go do something, she'll be home soon enough," The man responded. The humanoid cat boy must've heard my footsteps. "Auntie Shigure?" He asked. He turned around and looked at me. "Ahh! Scary stranger! Daddy help!" He said. I noticed the small humanoid cat had neon blue eyes. It was Licorice. The man turned to me. "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!!??" The man shouted. He pulled out a Colt Navy 1851 with a gold cylinder. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH MAPLE'S GUN!?!" I asked, reaching for my S&W .500. He pointed it at me. I drew my S&W .500 and pointed it at him. "Don't hurt Daddy stranger! We'll do whatever you want!!! Just don't hurt him!" Licorice said. "Then come here... Licorice Branwen..." I said. "How do you know my name?" Licorice asked. "I'm your real father..." I said, pulling his birth certificate out of my trench coat. "I'm so confused!" He said, starting to cry. I slowly walked over to the stranger who called himself Licorice's father. "Put... Maple's gun... Down..." I said. He dropped it and raised his hands into the air. I heard a sound similar to that of someone slamming a door. I wrapped an arm around the man's neck and held my revolver to his head. I slowly walked toward where the banging noise was coming from. I found a trapdoor leading to the basement. The banging happened again and the trapdoor lurched with each slam. I shoved the man to the ground face down and put my foot right between his shoulder blades, pinning him to the ground. I flung the trapdoor open to find Shigure, Coconut, Cinnamon, Maple, and Azuki all tied up. "HOW DO YOU EXPLAIN THIS!" I shouted. "I-I-I H-had n-no i-idea!!!" The man stuttered. The catgirls all gave a glare that practically bled the words he was full of crap and Azuki looked like she wanted to tear him apart. I shoved him forward. and he fell on his face. I pulled several zip ties from my trench coat and restrained his arms and legs, giving him a kick in the head once I finished. I called the police and picked up Coconut and Cinnamon, carrying them upstairs. I set them down in the living room. I went back down into the basement and grabbed Azuki, Shigure, and Maple and carried them to the living room as well, pulling off the duct tape. "Ow! That hurt, you idiot!" Azuki said. "So you're... My real Dad..." Licorice said. "Yes, he is your true father Licorice," Shigure said. Licorice hugged me. "You've grown a lot since I last saw you, back then you were a tiny little baby," I said, ruffling his hair. I sat down and pulled Shigure into my lap, examining the knots. "This is extremely unnecessarily elaborate," I said. I examined the knots and found the actual knot which would undo the ropes. "All of you better get comfortable, this is gonna take a while," I said. After half an hour I finally got Shigure untied. She stretched and sat down to the side. I pulled Azuki into my lap and after another half hour got her untied as well. "My muscles are all knotted now..." Azuki grumbled. "Chill out, I'll give you all a massage once I finish," I said. That seemed to brighten the mood a bit. After another hour and a half, I finished untying them all and they all stretched out, laying face down. I finished up everyone except Coconut... I slid up next to her and began massaging all the knotted muscles. She was so soft... My heart began to pound inside my chest... Damn! I was able to keep my cool for so many years why couldn't I now? "Royal... Please don't disown me if I do something..." I thought to myself as I gently massaged Coconut's knotted muscles. "Is something wrong? Your face is all red..." Coconut said, looking up at me. "I-It's n-nothing..." I stuttered. I was never like this before! Why was this happening now... I gently scratched Coconut's head and she nuzzled up against me, purring softly. "Your entire face is red... Are you sure you're okay? You've never acted like this before..." Coconut said. My scalp felt warm. "Wait... I recognize those pink flames... The same thing happened with Vanilla back when she got her memories of you back. 'True love does burn brightly after all.' That was what she said wasn't it? Do you... Love me...?" Coconut asked. I nodded and kissed her. Royal came over to Shigure's house and walked into the room. He seemed furious and ran off. "Royal wait!" Coconut said, sprinting after him. His Supra blazed off and Coconut seemed upset. My expression went blank and I growled. Licorice hugged me and I calmed down. We went back to the shop and Shigure and the catgirls came with us. For the next few days Coconut, Cinnamon, and Karol, all tried contacting Royal, but to no avail when I heard a gunshot. I ran downstairs. Someone had blown the lock off the front door. AGAIN. I grabbed them by the shirt and tossed their gun off to the side. I ripped the bandana off the person's face and saw it was Royal's father. (Ugh, this guy again) "Now what the hell do you think you're doing!?" I shouted. "Looking for Royal dumb pussycat," He said. I slammed him against the wall. "1. Concerned about Royal? Like I'd buy that crap. 2. You didn't have to blow the lock off the front door," I said. He punched me in the face. I bit his neck and started draining his blood when I heard Royal's Supra. I walked outside the shop. "Plowed by your kid's car, a fitting end," I said, tossing him in front of Royal's car. Blood everywhere. I snapped my fingers and the blood disappeared. Royal parked in the shop's garage. Coconut, Cinnamon, and Karol all ran out to his car and practically tackled him. He sat down with them and apologized for running off.

Kashou, Royal, Ox, Parrish, Gold, and I all sat down on the couch and Karol and Aki came over too, and all the girls cuddled up on top of us, I gently scratched Vanilla's head and she nestled up against my chest. I took a quick nap and woke up about an hour later with everyone relaxing in their rooms. "Hey Royal, If it's still around I got something really cool to show you," I said. We went to a rentable storage unit building. "What are we doing here?" Royal asked. "I used to own one of these storage units, if we're really lucky, my stuff is still there. I've got some cool stuff if it is still there," I said. "Storage unit 122 please," I said. "Who are you?" The man behind the counter asked. "Mr. Branwen," I replied. "Has anyone owned storage unit 122 anytime between my old ownership and now?" I asked. "No they have not, and no auctioneers have come either," The man behind the counter said. I smiled. "I would like to rent it please," I said. I handed him a stack of cash and he tossed me a key. We found unit 122 and I unlocked it. I crossed my fingers and prayed my stuff was still there. I shoved the storage unit door open and I smiled widely to see all my stuff was exactly as I had left it, albeit being very dusty. I wandered through my stuff and found it. I dusted it off and picked it up. I pulled out a 70-inch duffel bag and set one item inside it, and I put the other item inside a 30-inch duffel bag. I zipped them up and carefully slung them over my shoulders. "Anything you might find interesting? I grabbed what I came for," I said. I handed him a duffel bag and he gathered up some stuff as well. I pulled out a few more duffel bags and just gathered up all my old stuff. We took all my old stuff home and I tossed the guy behind the counter the key. We brought our stuff back to the shop and I reassembled a bookshelf and put all the manga I had owned when I was younger on the shelves, still in great condition, sorted by series alphabetically because when I was younger I did so much cleaning I practically had OCD. We got all the rest of the stuff unpacked and sorted. "That all the bags?" Royal asked. "Nope," I replied. "Behold! La pièce de résistance!" I said, carefully setting down the duffel bag I had on my back. I unzipped it and pulled out a massive Browning HMG (Not to be confused with LMG or MMG, this is way bigger.) with a tripod. Royal's jaw dropped. "Is that legal...?" Royal asked. "It's still registered so you better believe it is!" I replied excitedly. "Cleaning, a little polish, a few repairs here and there, new paint job, and it'll be good as new," I said. I began cleaning it up and repaired it, then polished it. I brought it to a shop to be custom painted, solid black, purple flames down the barrel, the ammunition boxes I had with it were painted black with purple flames extending upward, stopping about 3/4ths of the way to the top of the box. The paint dried and I carried it home. "Voila! My shiny new cannon," I said, setting it down. I loaded the chain with .50 BMG snap caps sand inserted the chain into the gun. "Oh yeah, one more bag," I replied. I carefully set down the other bag and pulled out a 7.62mm minigun.  "I almost forgot about this one," I said. I cleaned it up, polished it and went to get it painted. It was painted entirely black except for the metal part holding all the barrels together at the end, which I had painted with purple flames. I brought it back to the shop and set it down in one corner of the bedroom and after cooking dinner for everyone else, Chocola, Vanilla, and I went to bed.

(It may seem a bit abrupt for the cutting off of this chapter but it's getting rather long already.)