#Amputee Gai
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Dinner and Crafts
Pairing: KakaGai
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Note: Inspiration from @edai-crplpnk and @maitogaimybeloved and other's from the Kakagai server who spoil me with cute ideas <3 i also offer this to @kakagaievents for Kakagai Valentines week because i… did not write anything else 😭😭😭
The room was quiet when Kakashi entered. Not a sound reached his ears as he stepped past the front door into the living room. Not a single grunt echoed from the bedroom, signalling that Gai was in the midst of an intense workout that Kakashi could only hope wasn’t going to result in an uncomfortable sleep because his husband forgot once again to be mindful of his damaged leg.
There was no laughter piercing through the air, guiding him to the kitchen where he would find his husband's elbows deep into his fifth baking project of the week.
Not even a light chatter of Gai muttering to himself about his next workout plan or whatever precious thoughts had sprung into his mind reached his ears.
There was nothing but silence, and every alert went off in Kakashi’s mind. Immediately he began searching for Gai’s chakra signature, though he felt no sense of relief when the warmth of Gai’s light chakra reached him.
Gai's absence would have been more comforting in this scenario, since it would tell him that his husband had grown bored waiting around for him to finish with meetings and join him, and had instead gone outside to find something to entertain himself with. His presence mixed with unrelenting silence meant something completely different.
Something was wrong. That was the only explanation he could think of.
Maito Gai was not a man who could be quiet for long periods. In that regard, he was the complete opposite of Kakashi.
“Gai?” nudging the door shut with his foot he waited to hear the soft ‘click’ of it closing before toeing his shoes off and nudging them off to the side. “You in here?”
“Rival!” Gai’s voice called from the bedroom, breaking the eery silence and filling the home with that beautiful warmth that made Kakashi so excited to return after a long day of being surrounded by other people. “In the bedroom! I would get up but-”
“Don’t worry about it,” dropping his keys onto the coffee table he made his way toward the bedroom. A bag of sushi hung off of his left arm, with a beautifully wrapped furoshiki full of Dango from the only Dango shop in Konoha that Gai would frequent. “I brought dinner and dessert, so I hope you’re hungry.”
Stopping in front of their bedroom door, Kakashi raised an eyebrow when he saw his husband sitting with his back against the end of their bed and his leg stretched out in front of him. He hunched over himself with his eyes focused intently on something in his hands.
Immediately Kakashi noticed that his husband’s prosthetic wasn’t on, and when he glanced toward Gai’s side of the bed he saw it sitting in its charging station. There was a bit more dirt on the foot than there had been when he checked on it that morning, wanting to make sure it was charged properly so that Gai could use it if he wanted, but otherwise looked the same as when he had left for work.
Dragging his eye from the prosthetic he focused on the spot across from Gai where seven out of eight of his ninja hounds lay in various positions enjoying the feeling of the sun that filled the room from the bedroom window.
The eighth hound, Shiba, was sitting at Gai’s side watching what he was doing.
“You got my nose wrong,” Shiba objected, earning a grunt from Gai. “It’s less pointed than that. A bit rounder.”
“Your nose?” everyone’s attention turned to Kakashi in that moment, and without wasting a second Pakkun picked himself up from his comfortable spot across Bull’s back and trotted up to his summoner. “What are you doing?”
“Working.” Gai beamed, his smile lighting up the room even more than the sun itself. “Tenten was visiting earlier and told me she saw another wheelchair user in the village with pins on the back of his chair. It gave me an idea and, well.” Lifting his hand he turned it toward Kakashi to show him what he was working on. “How does it look?”
Examining the work, Kakashi couldn’t help but chuckle. “Is this what you’ve been doing all day?” he asked, making his way toward Gai and kneeling in front of him to get a closer look. “Shiba’s right. The nose is a little pointy.”
“I told you!”
Glancing to the side, Kakashi’s smile grew even wider when he saw a small collection of pins sitting at Gai’s side. There were five in total, each representing one of his summons.
“Pin’s,” he chuckled. “Of the hounds? Why them?” Coming up to his side Pakkun prodded at the bag of food with his nose.
“Well, they were here,” Gai answered, earning himself a sharp glare from every single hound in the room. “And I want Pin’s the second-best summons in the village of course! Why wouldn’t I?”
Pakkun sat back and tilted his head. “Second best?”
“Of course!” Puffing out his chest Gai returned Pakkun’s glare with one of his own, though it was more an expression of determination rather than genuine annoyance. “I love you all, but Ningame will always be the best summon.”
“The Tortoise of course,” Pakkun huffed. “Yet we’re the ones sitting here keeping you company.”
“Ningame would keep me company too!”
Ignoring the argument happening in front of him, Kakashi reached over Gai and picked up one of the empty pins sitting beside him. Besides that, he could see a pile of clay, which Gai seemed to be used to create rather accurate depictions of the hounds, and even some pre-made pins of Nunchuck’s, Kunai’s and other shinobi weapons.
“So,” he glanced Gai’s way, a playful smile stretching across his lips and reaching into his eyes. “If Ningame is so important that means you’re going to make a pin of him as well, correct?”
“Well, I-”
“And the S.O.S Turtle,” turning the pin around in his hand he examined the clays. All of the colours Gai had gotten matched the hound's fur, the dark blue of their vests, and the colours of their accessories. There were, however, no greens or reds that perfectly matched Ningame’s body and shell. “Gai…”
“I’m going to!” His husband insisted, a panicked look greeting him when he glanced his way. “I just want to make the hounds first.”
“I’m sure that would go over well with Ningame,” closing his hand around the pin he lifted his arm to show Gai the bag of food he’d brought home with him. “I placed an order at our favourite place. How does a Sushi dinner sound?”
Gai’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “That sounds fantastic, Rival,” he agreed. “But,” glancing down at the pin laying in his hand, he chuckled. “Can I finish this one first? I don’t want to leave it half done.”
“Oh Gai,” standing up, Kakashi glanced around the room and zeroed in on the tiny table that sat on his side of the bed. Most of the time the table served as a place to place his book and a cup of tea on the rare occasion he decided to enjoy it in bed, but tonight it would be perfect for holding their food. “We can eat here,” he declared while making his way toward the table. Once he was right in front of it he leaned down, grabbed hold of either side, and lifted it off of the ground.
“Eat here?” Gai watched as he carried the table to the end of the bed, waited for him to adjust himself so that his legs were folded under him, and gently placed it between him and the hounds. “Since when do we eat in the bedroom?”
“Today’s a special day,” Kakashi dismissed his concerns with a simple shrug of his shoulders and stepped around the table. Kneeling, he began gathering all of the supplies Gai had set down beside himself and moved them onto the table. “We can eat and work on pins at the same time.”
“Special day?” Tilting his head, Gai frowned. “What do you mean by that, Rival?”
Stopping amid his work, Kakashi turned to look at Gai. “You’re not being serious right now, are you?” he asked, sighing when his husband continued to stare at him with a blank expression. “Ah, I see. Well, no loss really,” grabbing the last bit of supplies he placed it on the table and straightened himself up. “It’s not that important. I just thought you would remember is all.”
Gai’s brows furrowed. “I don’t understand.”
“Oh,” raising his right hand, Kakashi waved it. Dismissing Gai’s concerns with a simple gesture. “Don’t worry about it. We’re going to have a nice sushi dinner right here while we continue working on these pins of yours.”
“Kakashi…”
“Better tell him, boss,” Bull stood up and stretched his front paws out in front of him. “Otherwise none of us are going to get a second of peace for the rest of the night.”
Aware of just how correct Bull was, Kakashi sighed. “It’s Valentine's Day.”
Gai’s eyes widened. “V-Valantines Day?”
Nodding his head, Kakashi grabbed hold of the bag handles and pulled the bag off of his arm. Once it was free he set it down in the centre of the table and sat directly across from Gai. Not even two seconds after he’d claimed his seats all eight hounds got up from their respective seats and began crowding around him.
Bull took the spot directly to his left and wasted no time in laying his head down on his lap. An offering which Kakashi immediately understood and took advantage of by laying his left hand down on top of Bull’s head.
Akino, Shiba and Bizuke each took a spot directly behind him, covering his back and claiming the warmth that radiated off of him.
Guruko, Uhei and Urushi worked around each other until they each had a spot on his right. Urushi had his head on top of Uhei’s back, and Guruko rubbed his head against Kakashi’s right leg while he got comfortable.
Once the first seven hounds were comfortable, Pakkun took his opening and jumped up onto Kakashi’s right shoulder in one giant leap. It took him only a few seconds to get comfortable in his spot, and as soon as he was happy he leaned his head against Kakashi’s neck.
“What a terrible time not to have access to a camera,” Gai joked as he held his hands out in front of himself and formed a heart with his fingers. Peering through the heart, he grinned. “Beautiful.”
“And only you get to see it,” reaching a hand into the bag, Kakashi pulled out the Furoshiki and placed it off to the left. Away from all of the supplies they would be using. “How lucky are you?”
Dropping his hands, Gai glanced at the Furoshiki with curious eyes. “The luckiest in all of Konoha,” he answered without hesitation. “And I’m not even exaggerating. All of the girls and boys in Konoha would swoon if they saw you like this. The great Sixth Hokage-”
Picking up one of the blank pins, Kakashi chucked it at his husband. “Don’t say things like that, and don’t call me that.”
Gai snatched the pin out of the air before it could strike him and stuck his tongue out in protest. “I will say what I want,” he continued once his tongue retracted back into his mouth. “And it’s true. Pretty much everyone in Konoha would swoon if they saw you surrounded by eight adorable hounds.”
“Bloodhounds,” Pakkun protested with a grunt.”
“Adorable bloodhounds.” Gai corrected himself.
“Well, that will never happen,” reaching back into the bag, Kakashi began pulling containers out one by one. First, the Maki, which he set down a bit closer to himself, and then the tempura which they’d been kind enough to separate from the rest of the food. They went directly in front of Gai, who wasted no time in opening the container and admiring its contents.
Next was the sashimi, and then the Nigiri, and finally the Uramaki.
A variety of all their favourites that Kakashi had made sure to order three days ago to ensure they would be able to make it. Valentine's Day was one of the busiest days of the year after all, and he didn’t want a repeat of his and Gai’s first valentines Day together when they’d tried to go out to dinner only to realize every place in Konoha was booked full of couples wanting to spend the day together.
Thankfully they’d been able to make the order to go back then, and that’s how Kakashi and Gai continued to get their Valentine's Day dinners. Romantic dinners were nicer when they weren’t overshadowed by large crowds of people.
That’s how Kakashi felt, at least. There was no value in going out for dinner if he couldn’t even hear Gai’s boisterous laugh over the sounds of dozens of other people trying to enjoy their special night out.
“You got all of the usuals?” Opening the tempura, Gai held out a hand. Far too familiar with his husband's gestures, Kakashi dug his hand into the bag once more and pulled out two sets of chopsticks, but instead of handing one over to Gai he waved it in front of his face playfully. An action that was immediately rewarded with a rather annoyed glare from his husband. “Kakashi, I can smell the Tempura and it’s making my stomach growl.”
“You could try asking politely,” he offered. “You know there are these things called ‘manners’. I think you tried to teach them to your student once, but Tenten skipped all the lessons.”
“She did,” Gai nodded in agreement. “But you hardly need manners when you have better depth perception than your husband.”
Seeing his husband reaching out for the chopsticks, Kakashi pulled them back further. “You’ll have to get into a handstand and walk over here for them if you keep it up,” he huffed. “Besides, what I lack in-depth perception I more than makeup in other skills.”
“Other skills, eh,” Gai wiggled his eyebrows and smirked. “Like what?”
“Well-” A paw came over his mouth, silencing him before he could even form the words he wanted to say.
“None of us need to hear that,” Pakkun grumbled from his spot on his shoulder. “Just give him the chopsticks. The quicker you two eat the quicker he can get back to work on those pins.”
“Mmm, impatient much?”
“He’s just upset I said I was going to make his pin last.” Leaning over the table, Gai swiped the chopsticks out of Kakashi’s hands and set the extra set down in front of him before settling back into his spot.
“Last?” Kakashi asked. “Why is Pakkun last?”
“Well, I thought you might want to join me after work,” Opening the chopsticks, he separated them and immediately claimed his first piece of Tempura from the container. “So I was trying to save Pakkun’s pin for you since he’s your favourite.”
“He’s not-”
“He is,” seven of his eight hounds interjected while Pakkun sat on his shoulder snicker.
Knowing he was outnumbered, Kakashi opted for eating instead of arguing and picked up his chopsticks. “I love you all,” he muttered under his breath, turning his head when Bull rubbed his nose against his leg.
“We know you do, boss.” the bulldog assured him, earning himself a quick scratch behind the ear and a pat on the head before Kakashi turned his attention back to his food.
“So,” picking up another piece of tempura, Gai shoved it into his mouth and chewed it with such ferocity that Kakashi began to wonder just how long he’d been sitting here working on pins. Once he swallowed his food he continued speaking. “How was work?” His question was answered with an exhausted groan. “Ah, that bad?”
“I knew being Hokage was hard,” opening the container full of Maki, Kakashi claimed a piece of salmon maki and reached up with his free hand to tug his mask down so he could eat freely. “But no one told me that I would have to sit in so many meetings with the elders. It’s no wonder Tsunade-sama wanted out of the job.”
“Is training Naruto going any better?” Gai probed, his hand moving to the container Kakashi had just opened and claiming and piece of cucumber maki. “How long do you think it will be until he is ready to take the position from you?”
“Well,” thinking back to the work he’d done on teaching Naruto the importance of staying awake to complete his paperwork, he cringed. “I think we’re a few years away still, but I know for sure he’ll be able to handle the elders.”
Though, if he was being honest with himself he hoped Naruto wouldn’t have to handle the two cranky old elders who seemed to have made it their life’s mission to complain about everything he did.
If he was really lucky, the two of them would stop being a thorn in his side sooner rather than later.
“Ah, anyways,” waving away all thoughts of his work day, he focused his stormy black eye on his husband and smiled. “Let’s talk about something more fun, like these pins,” he pointed to the blank pins and the clay sitting at the edge of the table. “You said you wanted to do Pakkun last, right?”
“Well, I actually thought-”
“In that case, I think I’ll step out after dinner,” he continued, ignoring the glare his husband gave him for cutting him off. “I’ll need green and red clay to work on my project.”
Gai stated at him, confusion settling into his eyes as he processed Kakashi's words. “Green and red?” he asked, even more confused when Kakashi nodded. “But the hounds don’t wear anything green and red.”
“Oh, it’s not for the hounds,” he smiled while reaching up to pet Pakkun’s head with the hand that wasn’t holding his chopsticks. “You’re making the hounds pins, I’m making pins for Ningame and the S.O.S Turtle.”
Gai’s jaw dropped. “You-”
“Well, someone has to,” he continued. “If you summon Ningame while you’re in your wheelchair and he sees pins of all my hounds, but none of him he’ll…well,” there were a few reactions he could think of. Anger, resentment, annoyance, jealousy. None of them were good, and all of them would result in Gai receiving a very long lecture about loyalty from his tortoise before Ningame disappeared to go and sulk back in his domain. “Besides,” he picked up another piece of Maki, this time opting for some cucumber maki. A cautionary choice, since his husband had a bad habit of eating it all on him when given the opportunity. “The hounds will get annoyed with me. I don’t take constructive criticism as well as you do.”
“Or at all,” Akino yapped behind him.
“You would just ignore us,” Bull grunted. “That’s why we like him more.”
Placing a hand over his chest, Kakashi gasped dramatically. “Like him?” he pointed at his husband with his free hand. “More than me? Why I- well…” Tilting his head, he started into Gai’s eyes. “Actually, I can see that. He is cooler than me.”
And just like that, nine voices echoed in protest. Each one of them offered their reasons for why he was, in fact, the cooler of the two, but Kakashi didn’t listen to any of them.
He simply enjoyed the sound of nine of his favourite voices bombarding him with love and continued to eat his sushi.
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Yew (Part 1)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Relationship: Male Centaur/Male Centaur
Additional Tags: Exophilia, Centaurs, MLM
Content Warnings: Amputee, Amputated Leg, Prosthetics
Series: Part 12 of Monster Lovers: Shelter Forest
Words: 4,101
Yew finally gets his own fic! Yew makes his very first rescue: a surly centaur dumped on the side of the road. Please reblog and leave feedback!
Ethari was losing his vision rapidly. He hadn’t eaten in days, the fever was taking over his entire body, and the blood loss had rendered him extremely frail. The ranch hands had dropped him on the side of the road somewhere, but he wasn’t sure where. He kept trying to stand, but in his delirium, he forgot that his left foreleg up to the knee was now missing and unable to take any weight, so he continuously stumbled and fell into the mud of the roadside.
He fell for a final time, completely sapped of strength, and as he was losing consciousness, he heard a voice call out.
“I knew it! I saw someone! Mama, hurry!”
In his dimming perception, he saw a dark face with green-blue eyes and a fluff of white hair haloed around their head.
“You’re gonna be alright,” They said softly. “Everything’s going to be alright.”
And Ethari passed out.
When he awoke again, he was inside a stall lying on rough burlap cushions instead of hay or straw and was covered with several blankets to guard against the winter cold. Panicking, he began kicking the walls with his back legs. He had been conditioned not to scream or yell, so kicking was the only means of rebellion or dissent he was capable of. So he kicked hard over and over, making a lot of noise in the process.
“Oi, oi!” A voice called. Ethari saw the face of a handsome man look into the open upper half of the stall door. He had blue eyes, tanned skin, and dark hair. “Could you keep it down? My wife is resting.”
“Who are you?” Ethari asked aggressively, his voice raspy and harsh to his own ear. “What’s going on, where am I?”
“Ugh, I hate dealing with pissy, angry males. Yew! Would you come and deal with this, please? I need to look after Hazel.”
The handsome face disappeared momentarily, and the full door swung open, revealing that the handsome face was attached to a brown centaur body with black socks and a black tail, which flicked back and forth in agitation. He wore a bright red winter coat on his upper body and a matching riding blanket on his back.
Seeing one of his own kind, Ethari relaxed slightly without realizing it.
“I thought she was feeling better,” Said another voice, almost chirpy sounding, and a beautiful, slender, black-and-white piebald centaur entered Ethari’s vision. Ethari recognized him as the person he’d seen when he was blacking out on the roadside. The skin of his upper torso was so dark that it was nearly black, contrasting starkly with his pale eyes, curly mop of white hair, and long, feathery lashes. He wore a black winter coat and riding blanket, both with intricate white stitching.
“She still needs rest,” The other centaur said, annoyed. There was a knock that came from somewhere in the building, and Birch’s head swiveled sharply to look in that direction. “Keep this guy quiet, would you? If she takes a bad turn, I’m taking it out on him, I don’t care how hurt he is.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Yew said, waving him away.
The brown centaur dashed off, disappearing from view, and the black and white centaur came into the stall, which was spacious enough to allow him inside with Ethari comfortably.
“Sorry about him,” He said, and it was then that Ethari realized he was carrying a tray with fruit and vegetables on it on one arm and a simple brown wool coat in the other. “He’s really touchy when it comes to Hazel. You shouldn’t move around so much, you know, since you were a proper mess to clean up. You've lost a lot of blood; it took my mother ages to stop the bleeding. There were bone fragments in the stump that had to be removed, too, and you’ve got a nasty infection. You’re gonna feel like pounded garbage for quite a while, so try not to reopen the wound and make it worse.”
“Where am I?” Ethari repeated. “Who are you?”
“I’m Yew,” The centaur said, setting the tray on a low table nearby. It was one of several items of furniture that seemed designed with four-legged folks in mind. “You’re in a guest stall at my parents’ farm, the barn specifically. You’ve been out for a couple of days. Mama was worried you’d starve. Here, put this on. It’s cold.”
He held out the coat for Ethari to take, which he did, snatching it out of his hands roughly. Once he had shrugged it on, Yew reached out to touch Ethari, and Ethari flinched, slapping his hand away.
“Relax, I’m just checking your temperature,” Yew said, knocking Ethari’s hand aside and placing his palm on his forehead. “You’re still feverish, but you’re not boiling like you were two days ago.”
Ethari swiped at him, his anxiety spiking. “Get off me! What are you people going to do to me?” He asked indignantly, trying to back away from Yew but not getting far.
“Nothing?” Yew replied, tilting his head. “Other than overfeed you, maybe. My papa is always encouraging people to eat more. Speaking of which, you must be hungry, right? Eat.” Yew motioned at the tray. “Don’t try to stand up yet. We’ve contacted my brother, Cetzu; he’s really good at carving. He may be able to fix you up.”
“What are you talking about?” Ethari said distrustfully. “What do you mean? What do you people want from me?”
“Like I said, nothing,” Yew said, moving toward the door. “Eat your food before you pass out again. Keep the noise down, though. Birch’s threats aren’t empty. If you disturb Hazel at all, he’ll knock you on your tail.”
“I’m already on my tail,” Ethari said sarcastically.
Yew laughed good naturedly.
“I suppose that’s true. Eat.” And with that, Yew closed his door.
As soon as there was no one in sight, Ethari began wolfing down the food that was offered. He knew he would make himself sick doing that, but he couldn’t control himself; he was literally starving. Thankfully there wasn’t too much on the tray, perhaps because they knew he would have gorged himself if there was, so he wasn’t grossly over-full. There was a jug of water on the table and he drank deeply from it, not even bothering to use a cup.
After he finished, he made an attempt to stand, only to stumble and fall immediately. Groaning in frustration, he thumped his hands against the floor. Unable to move and suddenly exhausted, despite his anxiety and fear, Ethari passed out once more.
When he woke up again, it was dark. His stall door was open and there was a candle burning on the frame of the door. Yew was kneeling on his belly just outside of his stall door, knotting cord by candlelight.
“What do you want?” Ethari snapped.
Yew looked up. “Ah, you’re awake.” He set the cord aside and got to his feet, bringing in another tray of food and taking the empty one.
“Why didn’t you just let me die?” Ethari asked. “What do you get out of helping me?”
“Why would we need to get something out of it?” Yew asked, tilting his head again as if he didn’t understand. He reminded Ethari of a puppy he once knew, ages and ages ago. “That’s not something we care about around here.”
Ethari grunted distrustfully. Yew knelt down next to him and regarded him thoughtfully. Ethari leaned back, glaring at Yew.
“Am I allowed to leave?” Ethari asked.
“Well, sure,” Yew said. “If you really want to leave, we won’t stop you, but I… can’t imagine you’d get far at the moment. You can’t even stand up yet.”
Ethari couldn’t argue with that, but he wasn’t about to say it out loud.
“You’re from a ranch, too, aren’t you?” Yew said suddenly.
Ethari blinked. “Too?” He echoed, surprised out of his wary demeanor. He didn’t need to ask what kind of ranch Yew meant.
“Yeah,” Yew pulled his curly hair aside and showed Ethari the ear with the puncture hole in it from where the cattle tag had been. “My brother, Birch, and I escaped from one years ago when I was seven, from the big continent north of here. Did you escape too?”
“I don’t know you. I don’t have to tell you anything,” Ethari said hotly.
“No, I know that,” Yew said, but he waited expectantly, his expression open and curious.
“I didn’t escape,” Ethari said eventually, if reluctantly. “There was… an accident.” He shifted his missing leg, and then stopped and winced when the pain got worse. “I couldn’t work anymore, so they were sending me somewhere, but I don’t know where. When they realized I was dying, they dumped me on the road.” He peered at Yew. “How did you know?”
“You don’t have a tag like Birch and I did, but I can tell. You’ve got whip marks on your flanks and I saw what seemed like shackle marks on your back legs. I’ve seen enough of those in my youth to know exactly what it means.” Yew sighed despondently. “I didn’t realize there were slave ranches here.”
For the first time, he looked sad and disheartened. It didn’t suit him, Ethari thought. He looked better when he had that big, dopey smile on his face.
“Officially, there aren’t,” Ethari told him. “It’s operating illegally, I gather. That’s why they were sending me away. I heard that legal ranches have to report accidents to the local lord, for compensation. I can’t collect compensation as a slave, and the owners can’t report and out themselves for owning slaves illegally. So they had to get rid of me. I don’t know what their original plan was. I shudder to imagine, though.”
“Are there others? I mean centaurs, like us?”
Ethari shook his head. “Only me and two others. They’re still there. They were sold to the ranch from the colosseum in the big city, what’s it called? Dunmountain? Around there. They have debts to pay, so they’re indentured. My mother was also enslaved there, but she died four winters back. I think she was indentured, too, but we never talked about it. She didn’t like to bring it up. But when she died, I inherited her debts, so…”
“Are there others besides centaurs? How many?”
“A dozen, I think? There could be more I don’t know about, I was confined to the fields and the barn, so there were places on the ranch I’d never seen or entered.”
“Where is it? The ranch, I mean,” Yew asked, a strange glint in his eye. A hint of anger, perhaps? Another emotion that didn’t suit his face.
“I don’t know,” Ethari admitted. “I was born and raised there. This is the first time I’ve ever been off the ranch in my life.”
“It feels weird, huh?” Yew said with a sad smile. “Like you should be doing something. You’re not used to sitting still in one place, right?”
Ethari paused and nodded, grimacing. “I feel… off. Out of place. The ranch was terrible, but… it’s familiar. I know what to expect there. All this…” He waved at the stall and gestured at Yew. “I don’t know what any of this is.”
Yew nodded. “It’ll feel strange for a while. Don’t worry. Everything will be alright.”
Ethari couldn’t help but allow the corner of his mouth to go up slightly.
“You sound so certain of that.”
Yew grinned. “I am.” Yew got to his feet and made to leave. “Eat and rest. Don’t worry about a thing. Mama will be in in the morning to check on you, but don’t be rude to her; she saved your life.” He pointed a finger at Ethari in warning, but Yew looked so unserious that Ethari nearly laughed. “One thing you gotta know about me: I’m a mama’s boy through and through, so don’t you go disrespecting my mama.”
Ethari snorted. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
The next morning, Ethari was awoken by the door of his stall opening and an older human woman with greying hair entered, wearing a blouse and sensible trousers and carrying a bag.
“You’re not a centaur,” Ethari said.
“Well-spotted,” She said with a lilt in her voice. “You’ll be hard pressed to find many of your kind on this continent. There are only a handful or so that I know of, besides my boys, and that includes you.”
“You’re Yew’s mother?”
“The very same,” She said, reaching out her hand for a handshake. “I’m Ryel.”
Ethari didn’t take her hand, simply glared at it distrustfully, and she eventually dropped it.
“I’m here to change your bandages,” Ryel said. “Are you gonna let me do that?”
“Just don’t do anything funny,” Ethari said, leaning a bit so she could get to the stump.
“I don’t have a funny bone in my body, child,” She said with a chuckle. Ethari suddenly saw where Yew got his sense of humor.
“So, Yew’s adopted, then?”
“Of course,” Ryel said, pulling off the dirty bandages. “All of my children are adopted. My husband and I can’t have children, so we opened our home to the ones who need one.”
“How many kids do you have?”
“Certainly more than most, but we like it that way. There are always more kids that need homes, and we like being that home. We’ll likely be taking them in until we die, and our kids will continue the tradition. That’s why we started this place.”
“Hmm,” Ethari hummed, and then winced when she began cleaning the wound. “Is that big brown asshole yours, too?”
Ryel laughed. “Oh, yes, he’s mine. Don’t take his current attitude to heart, child. He and Hazel got married recently, and Hazel’s been in delicate health lately, and he’s a little frazzled. He’s normally more level-headed.”
“I don’t care,” Ethari said. “I’m not going to be here long enough to find out.”
“If you say so,” Ryel said. She began rewrapping the wound. “Although, I’d wager you’ll be here for quite a while. Cetzu, another of my sons, will be here in a few days. He runs an orphanage in Coleville and he hates leaving it for too long, but he’s agreed to help fit you with a prosthetic. You’ll have to wait a few months for your stump to heal before you can even start to get used to using it, but there’s no reason not to start making it now. It can be adjusted once you’re able to wear it.”
“And how much is that going to cost me?” Ethari asked bitterly. “What am I going to have to do to pay you back?”
“Well, that’s not necessary, but hands are always helpful,” Ryel said. “Besides, it’s the chilly season, so there’s really nothing to do at the moment. All the canning and jarring is done, and there are only a few winter crops out in the fields right now which they don’t need much tending to and pretty much grow on their own, so there’s not really any need for you to do anything besides recover.”
He grunted, not sure if he believed her.
“And more to the point,” She continued as she packed up the medical bag. “You’re not in any condition to be doing any paying back, as it is.”
“I’ll accept that,” He said begrudgingly. “I guess I don’t need to worry about it for a while, then.”
“No reason to worry about it at all,” Ryel said with a laugh. “Listen, son, I get why you’ve got misgivings, but really, we don’t expect anything from you beyond getting better. Whatever you want to do once you’re up and about is your prerogative.”
“If you say so,” He replied.
“You don’t have to believe me, child,” Ryel said, standing. “Rest. Yew will be in soon with your breakfast.”
“Why him?” Ethari asked peevishly.
“I suppose he feels responsible for you, having been the one to find you. You’re his first rescue, after all.” Ryel sighed. “You don’t have to like him, you know, but he’s just trying to help.” And she left.
It wasn’t so much that Ethari didn’t like Yew, it’s just that Yew… was too perceptive. He saw more than Ethari wanted him to see. It made him uncomfortable. And he was too… happy. Ethari was used to being surrounded by those who were beaten down by their lives and circumstances, so he assumed most people were like that. He’d never met anyone who could brighten a room just by walking in it, the way Yew could. It almost hurt to look at Yew. He was like sunlight, but the kind that suddenly flooded a darkened room that light hadn’t touched in years, blinding and painful.
Soon enough, Yew arrived with another tray, just as Ryel said, but Ethari was squirming by the time he showed up.
“What’s up with you?” Yew asked, noticing Ethari fidget. “Did you eat something bad?”
Ethari growled. “I… have to…”
“Hmm? Speak up, I can’t hear you.”
“I need the privy!” Ethari said loudly, embarrassed.
“Oh!” Yew said, seemingly unfazed. “No problem, I’ll help. Here.” Yew held out his hands. “Stand up. You can lean on me.”
Still distrustful but slightly desperate, Ethari took Yew’s hands and, after some struggle, managed to haul himself unsteadily to his feet. Yew swung around and used his own body to support the length of Ethari’s body. Slowly, with a lot of help from Yew, Ethari was able to limp out of the barn. Some of the other stalls also seemed to be occupied, but the doors were closed so Ethari couldn’t see inside.
“Are there other four-legged folk here?” Ethari asked.
“There’s Reed. He’s a deertaur, really rare. He’s smaller than centaurs, but he’s got antlers, so he needs as much room as we do. I’ve never even seen another person like him.”
“Neither have I,” Ethari said, surprised. “I wasn’t even aware there was such a thing.”
“There’s one more, I fibbed. Reed’s daughter is half-deertaur, but she takes after him and has four legs. She got her own stall recently, just turned thirteen. She’s at that age where she doesn’t want to share a room with her parents anymore, you know.”
“I don’t know, actually.”
Yew laughed. “His son, River, has two legs, like his mother, but he’s got hooves, too. He’s really unique. Lymera has hooves too, but she’s a fawn, so that’s not unusual. She used to stay in the barn, as well. She liked it better than the house.”
Ethari made a face. “Why are you telling me all this?”
Yew laughed again. “Because you asked?”
“I didn’t ask for the roster of your family, I just asked if there were four-legged folks besides you and your surly brother.”
“True, but it doesn’t hurt to know. Besides, talking takes your mind off the pain. Hurts more when you’re quiet, doesn’t it? Talking distracts you.”
It was excruciatingly slow progress, but finally they reached the latrine at the edge of the treeline. It was far enough away that the smell didn’t reach the house of the barn, but that meant getting there was an undertaking for Ethari. He was exhausted by the time he got there. He was able to enter by leaning his body against the walls of the latrine and limping inside, but once he had finished his business in there, it took all his strength not to collapse.
“I need to rest for a moment,” Ethari said, breathing heavily.
“Here, let’s get away from the latrine first,” Yew said, swinging around to support him again. Yew managed to get him to a patch of moss before Ethari practically fell.
“I feel like I’m gonna hurl,” Ethari said, his upper torso bent and resting against a nearby tree.
“Try not to, it’s not good for our kind to vomit,” Yew said, holding Ethari’s hair. “We’re too similar to horses like that.”
“I’m fully aware of that,” Ethari snipped. “But that knowledge doesn’t help me in this situation.”
“You want a beer?” Yew asked. “Birch always drinks when he feels sick. Counter-intuitive, I know, but it seems to help him.”
“A beer would be amazing right now,” Ethari admitted.
“Be right back,” Yew said, and dashed off.
Ethari tried to breathe through the nausea, willing himself to keep his breakfast in his stomach, and heard four legs trotting up.
“I had to fight Birch to get it,” Yew said, handing Ethari a wooden cup. “He really doesn’t like you.”
“I don’t like him either,” You said peevishly, taking the cup and gulping swallows of the beer slowly. “Don’t you drink? I’ve never met a centaur who doesn’t drink. We were allowed beer even on the ranch.”
Yew shrugged. “It’s just not for me. I can supplement what I need from alcohol with other things. Besides, I prefer wine, but it’s hard to store wine here. I get it every once in a while as a treat, but I don’t need it all the time.”
“And you call yourself a centaur,” Ethari said, snickering.
“Hey, don’t tease, I already get enough of that from Birch.”
You drained the cup and handed it back. “Is Birch the only one who drinks around here?”
Yew nodded. “Afraid so. If you need more, you’ll have to go through him.”
“Can’t I just go through you? Wouldn’t he give you some if you asked?”
“Well, sure, but he knows I don’t drink. You might want to work on getting in his good graces.”
“Ugh,” Ethari grunted. “I just can’t wait to kiss that guy’s ass.”
Yew laughed. “All you gotta do is be nice to Hazel. That’s his softest spot. He really loves her.”
“Hmm,” Ethari hummed, pensive. “I wonder what that feels like.”
“Me too,” Yew said wistfully. “I’m kind of jealous of them, to be honest.”
“You’re too young to think that way.”
“Am I?” He said, tilting his head again. “I don’t think so. I think it’s normal to think about things like this. Being in love with someone is nearly impossible in a place like a ranch, where people are just trying to survive, so I think it’s normal to wonder about what loving someone feels like. Didn’t you just say that?”
Ethari snorted. “I guess I did. You’re still too young. You’re not even twenty yet, right?”
“So what?” Yew said, shrugging. “I’m old enough to get married, so I’m more than old enough to wonder.” Yew looked up toward the house. “Ah! Cetzu is here. I expected him to take longer, but he probably just wants to get back quicker. He’s another one who’s a fool for his family.”
“The orphanage director?” Ethari asked. “And wood carver?”
“He’s really a jack-of-all-trades type. He’ll fix you up. Do you think you can make it back to the barn?”
Ethari sighed heavily. “I’ll try.”
“Let me know if you can’t. I’ll get the boys to lift you like we did the day we found you.”
Ethari grimaced at the thought. “No, on second thought, I’ll make it. If it kills me, I’ll make it on my own.” He peered up at Yew in an unfriendly way. “Well… help me up, would you?”
Yew laughed again. “Yes, yes, come on.”
With Yew’s help, Ethari managed to return to his stall in the barn, though he was so exhausted that he hit the ground as soon as he entered it. He was breathing hard, his heart beating out of his chest. He was in immense pain from that small amount of physical activity.
“I think I’m dying,” He wheezed.
“No, you’re not dying,” Yew said, helping him out of his coat and covering him with blankets again. “But maybe we should see about fashioning you some sort of bedpan, so you don’t have to move again.”
“That sounds like a nightmare, but let’s do that,” Ethari said. “I don’t think I can move again for a while.”
Yew laid his body down next to Ethari, covering him with blankets and using his own body to warm him.
“You’ll be alright, Ethari,” Yes said softly, patting his back. “Don’t worry. I won’t let you die. You’ve got your whole life left to live, now that you’re out of that place.” He pulled Ethari’s sweat drenched hair away from his face. “Don’t worry,” He repeated. “I’ll take care of you.”
Ethari lost consciousness, the last sensation he felt were Yew’s fingertips against his forehead.
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Neil Josten’s adventures in Exy as an (unwilling) Amputee
Okay so this is based on a drawing I did here
I may explore the idea of Andrew dealing with chronic pain later on, but right now I wanted to focus on the idea that at some point on the run, Nathan got too close and Neil lost his leg as a result. SO buhbuhbuh take it and run (Neil couldn’t do that for a while)
Also this is basically gonna be a retelling of AFTG, sticking very closly to the cannon events and dialogue with the difference of Neil missing his leg, just letting you all know!
Okay so how exactly did Neil ‘running is my only coping mechanism’ Josten loose his leg, from just below the knee, down?
his dad 100% chopped that thing off
Ive decided it happened roughly a month after they went on the run. Mary Janet Kim Laura Hatford Wesninski was still sloppy with a bleary-eyed ten-year old that still flinched when he fired a gun
Because somewhere between North Dakota and Saskatchewan, Nathan got close enough to be a problem. Huge problem actually, so huge that Nathanial Alex was now in Nathan’s hands and a note had been left with a time and a place
Now, I’m not defending Mary. She wasn’t a good person, she hurt Neil over and over again and shouldn’t really have been a mother in the first place. Like look me in the eyes and tell me she didn’t hesitate when she saw that note. Nathan logically would have already killed him and would just be waiting for Mary to come running and then would fall to his blades as well
But Nathan was smart because constant voicemails on a phone that should have been a burner had a confused and scared Neil asking for his mother
So she went, with some of her own people as backup (thanks Stuart)
And Nathan was there, with his cronies and slumped over the figure of what was supposed to be her son
Mary wasn’t a good person, she hurt neil and maybe shouldn’t have been a mother. But that doesn’t mean she didn’t care. Because as soon as she saw the bloody and strategically burned stump of what was supposed to be the growing leg of a child, she threw up
Needless to say they got away, barely.
Mary thinks a huge part of her son died that day
Because now Alex and Janet baker were a leg down and they both knew it
they ran faster, Alex learned to hate piggy backs
Stuart sent people to help, people Mary barely trusted, but people who helped Neil learn to stand and walk and run and hide on a barely held together scrap of metal that was supposed to be a leg.
Janet knew a part of her son died that day. Ten years old and his hands stopped shaking when he fired a gun, ice blue eyes were hidden behind green contacts sharped like his father’s.
She caught him staring at his leg more than once with a sick smile and beat it off of him.
Years later Neil Josten limped away from the sea on a cracked prosthetic and was determined to somehow keep going. His father’s stolen money and Stuarts contacts made it easy to get a leg, one that he could hide in public and run in the dark with.
And then the Foxes showed up
Because of course Neil still played, played better than any of Millport’s, played to his prosthetics advantages and disadvantages
Neil played like he had everything to lose because he had already lost part of that everything.
Now we get to the good stuff, what changes in the series now that Neil is an amputee?
There had never been someone in all of professional and college Exy that played on a prosthetic. You had to be completely put together because the game would tear you apart and leave your skin the only thing holding your bones together.
Wymack didn’t give a shit, and neither did Kevin it seemed
In fact, a fool could have even said Kevin was excited to see what Neil could do
Kevin had no idea who Neil was, the leg actually helped Neil in that regard
Also im making it cannon in this au when Andrew hits Neil with the racket, Neil hadn’t properly put his leg on in his panic so the thing goes one way and he goes another
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When Neil is figuring out the Andrew and Aaron switch, he uses the leg to his advantage. Because Nicky nor Aaron seem to know about it, and the shocked look on Aaron’s face later when he realizes Neil’s leg is in fact detachable prove his theory right.
Nicky is incredibly annoying about it, but luckily the black sock over the stump keeps any burn scars and questions at bay
Aaron does ask typical doctor questions out of morbid curiosity, all of which Neil ignores
That first practice, Neil opens his huge locker and freezes. Because amidst the sea of orange and white gear, a travel bag is folded with two, yeah, two, prosthetic legs
both are Transtibial, but while one has a simply pylon and foot, the other is a very expensive blade runner, with grips on the bottom to keep him from slipping and orange detailing that will help him match the team on court
Neil felt as though he may pass out, throw up, or punch Wymack in the face.
“Part of your contract, kid. We provide you with your equipment. All of it.” Wymack said after the pratice, after he ran laps and laps on his new leg and gave Kevin his game
When Neil blows his arms out against Andrew, Andrew stands on Neil’s leg as well as his racket because why not, its kinda bouncy
Now when the rest of the team comes back, that’s when things get good
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