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After the Fourth Great Shinobi World War ended, the world was experiencing a time of peace. The villages for once were able to live in relative harmony with one another as they rebuilt, and for once, all seemed to be well. The kage were able to live peaceful lives and soon began retiring, passing on the baton to the next generations. That is until an unknown virus infects the northern coast. The first to fall is the once powerful Raikage, Ay. While many thought this virus was a simple mutation of what may have well been the flu, no one would ever think of the destruction it would cause. Especially when it infected a certain Uzumaki Naruto.
With his death came the malice; with the malice came the destruction; with the destruction came the shinobi' revolt; and with the revolt came the sacrifices. The Bijuu became filled with malice that they sought to destroy the world. Shinobi sought a way to fight them and once again capture each of the Bijuu. Time passed, and a plan was devised. The Jinchuuriki would be sacrificed for the greater good of the world, and with the deaths of nine individuals, an uneasy peace began.
As time continued, the villages began to truly restructure. In a peace that would last 80 years after the downfall of the Bijuu, the world would see the creation of a great many things. Technology was beginning to take root and before long the blossoms that grew from the tree of the advanced mind would bear fruit. A many great things came to be. A railroad between the vast many nations. Mechanical limbs to replace lost ones. Radios that could reach between villages. Everything seemed to be becoming less reliant on the shinobi. Only the need for them never truly vanished. As with the growth of time, also continued the growth of malice.
you take your needles and sew my mouth shut but you will never hear the last of me
"Somehow, I'm not surprised," he deadpanned, shaking his head. "Those fangs are pretty good weapons, too. Considering that I'm kind of bleeding everywhere." He held up his hand to show the blood mingling with rainwater, very unamused.
"Well, here we are. You gonna need help finding anywhere else when you're done? I can stick around."
"Somehow, I'm not surprised." Adurr. "Those fangs are pretty good weapons, too. Considering that I'm kind of bleeding everywhere."
Izaya rolled his eyes. Baby. Grasping the male's hand, his rough tongue rasped over the bitemarks he'd left. Saliva had a surprisingly good healing property; it made the blood clot faster so bleeding stopped. He hadn't bitten especially deep, and it didn't take but a minute of licking the palm and the back of the hand for the blood to stop oozing.
“Happy? Not bleeding anymore. Don't flex your hand and I'll see if I can't get some bandages from the vet.”
Izaya swallowed, trying to get the taste of the male's blood off of his tongue. The flavor of blood didn't bother him too much, but it made him want meat, something he hadn't had access to since he left.
"Well, here we are. You gonna need help finding anywhere else when you're done? I can stick around."
The catboy's tail swished.
“Probably yeah. I'll try not to take too long.”
Izaya entered, instinctively flapping his head to clear the water from his large ears, squeezing the water out of his tail just outside the door the best he could. Fur soaked up water like a sponge, and he didn't particularly want to leave a drip trail along the tile. He received a lot of stares as he went to the check-in counter, well aware that a handful of people might think he was here for himself. While it was true he couldn't take a lot of medicines, he still saw a human doctor. He'd only needed to see a veterinarian once when he was young due to an ear infection, for the mere reason the doctor didn't know how to examine his ears properly.
He discussed with the receptionist what he needed; his mouse had gotten ill and feverish. She tried to explain to him that they didn't really medicate such small creatures, to which he tried to explain that his mouse was the size of a medium to large dog. Not knowing how to really answer his questions, she paged a vet that had dealt with shinobi animals before.
Izaya repeated himself, more clearly stating what had occurred. There had been a black cloud from a strange person which Izaya assumed was some sort of shinobi. It acted like a poison, but he'd already gotten Tsuki tested for poisons and the tox screens came up clean. It was something like the flu. Because the rodent weighed sixty three pounds, a lot of the medicine was needed. It took half an hour of pinpointed question and answer so that the vet could think of a solution. After all, the patient wasn't present and he didn't want to diagnose the wrong illness. He told Izaya that he could make the medicine for Tsukizumi, but it would not be ready until tomorrow afternoon. The boy didn't really want to waste time in this village, but he needed Tsuki to get better. Thanking the doctor, he turned to leave, but paused with an afterthought.
“I have someone waiting outside and I might have accidentally bitten him.” The look on the doc's face was incredulous. “He's fine but can I have some gauze to tie his hand up with?”
Izaya was presented with a sample of antibiotic and a small roll of gauze. Even if this was a veterinary hospital, medical treatment was similar, therefore so were the supplies. Exiting, he looked around for the individual and met up with him underneath a dry overhang. Meeting up with him, Izaya procured the bandages as a peace offering.
and i believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well, don't you see, i'm the narrator and this is just the prologue ~
you take your needles and sew my mouth shut but you will never hear the last of me
When the boy started licking his hand, Kaede opened his mouth to make a smartass comment but closed it before he got the words out. Probably a bad idea. Still, the sheer amount of 'what the fuck' that was going on surely left an interesting expression plastered across his face. Okay then. Well, he'd best let the cat drag his rough tongue across the bite marks, else he might get bitten again. Sheesh.
"Okay, now that you're done being weird..." he muttered, shaking his head. The boy was right, though; he wasn't bleeding anymore. Well, how about that?
While the cat was in the animal hospital, Kaede loitered by the doors, ignoring the looks he got from some people as they walked by. It took him what felt like a freaking eternity to do whatever it was he needed done before he finally appeared again, with bandages for him to wrap his hand in. "Thanks." He took the proffered items, smeared the antibiotic on the bite marks, and wrapped 'em up quickly and neatly despite the fact that he was doing so with only one of his hands.
"Thanks." One ear flicked in response. "Where are you heading next?"
Izaya sighed.
“The vet said Tsuki's medicine won't even be ready for pickup until tomorrow afternoon. It uses some some rare stuff, and because so much of it will be needed, it's gonna be expensive. I need a place to stay and to eat, preferably really cheap. I need some meat though, or I might just bite you again.”
and i believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well, don't you see, i'm the narrator and this is just the prologue ~
you take your needles and sew my mouth shut but you will never hear the last of me
Kaede sort of felt bad for the kid. Whoever Tsuki was, he or she seemed to be pretty important to the boy. Important enough that he'd travel out here for medicine, and fork over a ton of cash for it. He ruffled the boy's hair between his ears. "Don't misinterpret this, but I have a guest bedroom at home. It's free." The last thing he wanted the catboy to think was that Kaede was interested in him or something.
He quirked a brow when the boy mentioned biting him again. "Sweetheart, you only got me the first time because I wasn't expecting it. You won't be able to do it a second time."
The catboy's ears drooped to an odd angle when the taller male put his hand between Izaya's ears and rubbed them. Subconsciously, he leaned his head into the man's touch.
"Don't misinterpret this, but I have a guest bedroom at home. It's free."
“Oh wow, um, okay. Thanks.”
Izaya hadn't expected that one.
"Sweetheart, you only got me the first time because I wasn't expecting it. You won't be able to do it a second time."
A little color dusted Izaya's cheeks at the pet-name. Oh no he didn't. He turned his head away a little snobbishly.
“Just 'cause you're cute doesn't mean you get to call me 'sweetheart'. I was joking about biting you but I really do need meat or I'll get sick. Do you have any? I can buy some if not.”
and i believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well, don't you see, i'm the narrator and this is just the prologue ~
you take your needles and sew my mouth shut but you will never hear the last of me
Kaede took a moment to think about the state of his fridge. "There's some pork tenderloin in the- wait a second." He turned a shade of red about the same color as the boy's eyes. "Did... did you just say I was cute?"
What the hell? That was definitely, uh, unexpected... to say the least. Oh, kami, please let the guy just be acting silly to get under his skin; Kaede had no idea whatsoever how to deal with male affection, even if it was just verbal. Please don't be serious, guy.
"There's some pork tenderloin in the- wait a second." Izaya's ears twitched. "Did... did you just say I was cute?"
Crap, he did say that, didn't he? Izaya could see the taller male's skintone darken.
“Yeah. I did. Relax, I'm not gonna jump you, not after you punched me like that.” His tail flicked. “Pork sounds good, I can make something with that. What's your name, guy? I'm Izaya.”
and i believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well, don't you see, i'm the narrator and this is just the prologue ~
you take your needles and sew my mouth shut but you will never hear the last of me
"Thank kami for that," Kaede muttered under his breath, shaking his head. He could not deal with that. Not after what had happened. If the boy so much as tried to touch him, he would get his ass quite thoroughly kicked, regardless of the reason.
"It's a good thing you can cook, because I can't," he informed the boy. Izaya. "Kaede. Nice to meet you."
The genin's ears drooped. What, not good enough for this guy? Even if it was unreasonable, Izaya still felt offended. But, he didn't say anything. Sexuality, his looks, all sorts of things he personally knew played a factor. And besides that was not why he was in Ame.
"It's a good thing you can cook, because I can't." Ooh, really? "Kaede. Nice to meet you."
“Yep. I'll make porkchops, then. Can we go? I'm kind of done with rain.”
and i believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well, don't you see, i'm the narrator and this is just the prologue ~
you take your needles and sew my mouth shut but you will never hear the last of me
Until he saw the boy's ears droop, Kaede didn't quite realize he'd said that out loud. He looked immediately horrified. "Oh, god, I didn't mean it like that. I'm sure you're a-a, a really great guy. It's just, I'm... Never mind." He reddened further and turned away from the boy.
He snorted. "If you're done with the rain, you're in the wrong country, guy." For the rest of their walk to his spacious home, Kaede was silent, pondering what the hell had possessed him to invite the catboy over to stay the night. Insanity, probably. Hey, at least he didn't have to try cooking.
Once they arrived, Kaede unlocked his door and stepped inside, moving out of the way so Izaya could follow him in. He ditched his shoes on a mat and hung his wet coat up to dry, then shook his head not unlike a dog would to get some of the water out of his hair. "Drop your shoes here. I can put your jacket in the dryer, if you want. Same goes for your other clothes if you've got something else to wear."
"Oh, god, I didn't mean it like that. I'm sure you're a-a, a really great guy. It's just, I'm... Never mind."
Izaya sighed and waved his hand to wave it off.
“Relax, man. Don't worry about it. 'm used to it. Comes with the territory.”
The rain pattered irritatingly on top of the Enoki's head.
"If you're done with the rain, you're in the wrong country, guy."
Izaya huffed this time.
“It's not like I picked Amegakure to come to. I needed a special medicine for mice and the animal hospital here was the best for it.”
The catboy otherwise followed silently behind the odd male,coming upon the large house. He inspected the exterior view, wondering if the person lived with others. He hadn't scented anything that indicated prolonged cohabitation with others, but hey, that didn't always mean anything. When they stepped inside, Izaya winced involuntarily when Kaede shook his head, spattering water droplets into the genin's face. He then followed suit, shaking water from his ears and hair, the long inner fluff spiking every which way. Gripping his black tail at the base, he squeezed the water out onto the porch by running his hands to the tip a couple times, giving the appendage the appearance of a rat's tail rather than a magnificently-furred tool of balance.
"Drop your shoes here. I can put your jacket in the dryer, if you want. Same goes for your other clothes if you've got something else to wear."
Oops. Izaya rubbed the back of his neck, slipping out of his shoes.
“I kinda... don't have other clothes. I've never traveled so far away alone... I thought I'd be back by night.” He rapped his knuckles against his skull. “You're saving me money so... I can go buy some? I guess.”
and i believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well, don't you see, i'm the narrator and this is just the prologue ~
you take your needles and sew my mouth shut but you will never hear the last of me
Kaede bit back a snicker as he watched Izaya wring out his fur. He looked ridiculous, with fur spiking out every which way, all soggy and whatnot.
When the boy revealed that he hadn't brought spare clothes, the jounin shook his head. "Listen to my words of wisdom, young grasshopper: always bring extra clothes," he informed the catboy, nodding sagely. He sized the guy up. "My clothes will fit you. I'll go get you something to wear. Just... try not to drip on everything, okay?"
He disappeared down a hallway, returning a few minutes later with a plain black t-shirt and some shorts. "Bathroom's down there." Kaede gestured at the door.
"Listen to my words of wisdom, young grasshopper: always bring extra clothes."
Who the hell did this guy think he was, a monk from the Fire Temple?
“I will keep that in mind.”
Izaya shifted his weight from one foot to the other when the older shinobi looked him over, unsure of what Kaede was doing.
"My clothes will fit you. I'll go get you something to wear. Just... try not to drip on everything, okay?"
This guy was full of surprises, wasn't he?
“Oh thanks...” the Enoki said as the older male slipped away down the hall, scarlet eyes watching for Kaede's return, kind of not wanting to move from his spot and get more water everywhere. He really didn't want to be tossed out into the rain. Once the Ame nin returned to him with clothes, Izaya accepted them gratefully.
"Bathroom's down there."
“Thanks again; I might need to steal a towel, hope that's okay.”
He flicked his tail at Kaede as he passed, sending a little splatter of water in the older male's face in a little bit of revenge for before. Closing the bathroom door he stripped off the wet clothes, fluff sticking out at every which way at odd angles. Despite lack of clothes, Izaya had brought a bag, and he put his pouches and pipe in it. Red eyes glancing around around the room, he spotted a towel hanging, and he used it to rub his fur dry.
Digging the water out of his ears was fun, but at least he got them to their full glory, fingers combing through the guard hairs to get them back to their proper curl. The rest of him, however, once rubbing the fur in every obscene way to get as much water out as he could, looked like he'd stuck his tail in an electrical socket. He did have a brush in his bag, but he pulled on the clothes that were provided, smoothing down with his palms and gathering his belongings. Bare feet padding on the cool floor, the teen returned to Kaede and presented him with the wad of wet clothes.
“It'll be nice to get my things dry.”
and i believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well, don't you see, i'm the narrator and this is just the prologue ~
you take your needles and sew my mouth shut but you will never hear the last of me
While the catboy changed, Kaede shuffled around in the kitchen, getting the pork out of the fridge and setting it on the counter. He pondered his cupboard for a few moments, trying to pick out a side dish, and eventually settled for just pulling out two packs of pork-flavored ramen. He certainly had enough of the stuff.
Izaya reappeared, dressed in his clothes, and Kaede took the sopping bundle from him. "I'll get these in the dryer, then. There's the pork; my pots and pans are in the cabinet to the left of the oven, and whatever I have in here that can be used to season meat is probably in the little drawer here." He pointed at it. "Knock yourself out."
Kaede then headed off to his laundry nook and dumped the boy's clothes into the dryer with a nice fabric softener sheet that would make them smell decidedly less like wet animal. Then he returned to the kitchen and dug out a soda from the fridge. "Want a drink, or something?"
