Nekopara fanfic

Chapter 73

(Ikue's perspective.)

I woke up in the middle of the night to find Master, the one I had run away from, standing in the doorway with a gun. I reached down to wake up Qrow. "Don't do that," Master said, pulling back the slide of the pistol. I froze, terrified. I couldn't run, he'd just shoot me. He handed me a knife. "You will kill him, and return home with me, or I will kill you instead. I will no longer have a use for your pitiful life. Choose one. Choose very carefully," He said. I was panicking. I took a deep breath. I loved this man, I will die for him if need be. I remembered how Qrow would throw a knife as I contemplated the knife in my hands. "No, I will not kill him, and I will not return to you, you were abusive and treated me horribly, coming home drunk every night and beating me, then locking me in a dark room. You think I would return to that!?" I said, throwing the knife the same way Qrow does. It must've been sharp. It lodged in his shoulder, all the way to the handle. He pulled the trigger and I felt the bullet pass through my head.

(Qrow's perspective.)

I woke up to the sound of a gunshot. Someone was standing in the doorway and there was a gunshot wound in Ikue's head. She was dead. I pulled a throwing knife from my jeans pocket and threw it, nailing the man in the head, killing him. I picked up Ikue and moved her to a sitting position against a wall. I had no options left. "Your time has come too soon, young one. Partake of my blood and walk among the living once again as a child of the night..." I said as I bit down on Ikue's neck. After a few minutes, Ikue gasped for air and her eyes widened. I let go and she began to hyperventilate. "Calm down... You're okay Ikue," I said softly. "I-I'm alive... He shot me, I should be dead..." Ikue said. "You are... Well, you both are and aren't at the same time," I said. She seemed confused and I gave a wide smile, my fangs prominently visible. "Oh..." She said, putting a hand on her neck. I kissed her and then snapped my fingers, incinerating the man's corpse. I took the two knives that had been embedded into his body and tucked them into my pockets. I gently picked her up and we both slid back into bed and I stroked her head until she fell asleep. I headed outside for a midnight stroll when someone knocked me over. I started to push myself up when they stepped on my left ear. I got out from underneath her, but a portion of my ear was torn as I did so. I growled as I put a hand over my ear. The woman laughed. "What? You think this is funny? That really freakin' hurt!" I said, I grabbed a handkerchief and held it to my ear. "How do you think you would feel if I tore half your goddamn ear off huh?" I said. I gave her a light punch in the gut, causing her to double over and put her arms over her stomach. "Damn wench," I muttered. "What the hell did you just say?" The woman asked. "None of your goddamn business," I replied. "If you're talking about me then you better bet it's my business!" She retorted, standing up and grabbing my other ear, digging in her nails. I grabbed a tight hold of her wrist and slowly began to squeeze tighter and tighter. As I did so she started to dig in her nails more and more until she drew blood. By that point, I was done with the games and simply crushed her arm. She screamed and collapsed. "The wrath of karma is quite ruthless 'innit?" I said. I gently pulled her up and put a splint on her broken arm. "...Thank you..." She said. "The splint should be good enough that you won't need a cast. Keep it there for a month or so until your arm heals and you'll be fine," I said. She went on her way and I walked home, my walk cut short. I grabbed an alcohol based cleaning wipe and cleaned my ear so it wouldn't infect. Once I finished that, I started making breakfast as Vanilla woke up. She rubbed her eyes sleepily and gently nuzzled me. She looked up and noticed my torn ear. "What happened?" Vanilla asked. "A mean sadist woman knocked me over and stepped on my ear," I replied. "Does it hurt?" Vanilla asked. "A little bit," I replied. Vanilla kissed it and I snickered, despite the fact that her doing that actually made it sting. She nuzzled my chest and I gently scratched her head. She rested her hands on my shoulders as she planted a kiss on my lips. I grinned, then got up and continued cooking. A while later, Kashou proposed we go camping sometime soon. The girls seemed eager. "I'd love to stretch my legs in a forest. Been a long time since I've properly gone hunting," I said. Luckily for me, there was a gun store in town that had opened a couple years ago, so I headed off and picked up a scopeless bolt action hunting rifle and some ammunition, then after registering it I slung it over my shoulders and walked to a crafts shop and bought a cloak clasp, then returned to the shop. I grabbed a large black animal pelt, which I believe during its life was a bear, and cut it so that it was perfectly square, then put the clasps on the top corners, so I could pull it over my shoulders and hook the clasp, and it would stay in place. When I hooked it over my shoulders the bottom of it came to about halfway down my shins. I smiled, content, then hooked it on the coat rack while we waited for Shigure and the rest of the catgirls to come over.