The Neko Savior
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Yu-Gi-Oh 5D › Het - Male/Female
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Yu-Gi-Oh 5D › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
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1,242
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I do not own YUGIOH, YUGIOH 5D's or any YUGIOH characters. I make no money off this fanfic. All I own if my plot, inspired by YueLoverForever on deviantART.
Chapter 6
Nozomi quietly sat in the rustic cabin’s one bedroom, hands wringing in her lap and she waited for Dr. Kanzaki to finish Yusei’s emergency, hopefully life-saving surgery. She was using a long wooden table in the kitchen to operate on: it wasn’t the best conditions to save someone’s life in, but it was the best anyone could get. There was no chance he would have survived a trip back into town - chances were slim for his survival already. Finally, Nozomi heard a gentle knocking on the door. She stood up from the bed and opened it a crack, her amber eye peeking out from behind. She was met by the blue eye of her father. Snarling, she slammed the door shut in his face and locked it. She heard a sad sigh from the other side.
“Nozomi, I- I’m sorry. I thought he-”
“YOU THOUGHT WRONG!” the girl roared, enraged that he would even TRY to ask for forgiveness at a time like this. She turned sharply, facing the locked door. “Once he’s in bed after the operation, you go back to town and NEVER come here again! I don’t want to see your face anymore, Hiro! You are no longer my father! I’m 18, I can live on my own now! Good riddance, jackass!”
Silence greeted her from the other side. Finally, she heard a dejected sigh and miserable footsteps slowly walking away. She huffed angrily, knowing she had been harsh, but she didn’t allow the guilt creeping in at the edges to consume her. He needed to find a way to cool his temper before he REALLY hurt someone, and this was the one chance she had to snap his denial toward anger-management and force him to get himself help. She couldn’t allow herself to back down an show weakness like she always did. This was more for him than anyone else.
Hiro Kurosaki brought the unconscious Neko in the room an hour later, lying him gently on the bed and covering him with the pelt. Nozomi stubbornly refused to look at him, and he sighed, turning to leave the room.
Before he left, Nozomi said, “Change that heated attitude of yours and your late daughter might return.” Hiro nodded solemnly, half-glad that he was being given a second chance, slim as it was, half-saddened that he even had to put his daughter in such a position. He knew she was causing herself great pain, putting up this front, and she knew it was for him. She still cared for him, despite what he did: That fact hurt him more than anything because he knew the person he was not would not be so forgiving.
“Nozomi, I- I’m sorry. I thought he-”
“YOU THOUGHT WRONG!” the girl roared, enraged that he would even TRY to ask for forgiveness at a time like this. She turned sharply, facing the locked door. “Once he’s in bed after the operation, you go back to town and NEVER come here again! I don’t want to see your face anymore, Hiro! You are no longer my father! I’m 18, I can live on my own now! Good riddance, jackass!”
Silence greeted her from the other side. Finally, she heard a dejected sigh and miserable footsteps slowly walking away. She huffed angrily, knowing she had been harsh, but she didn’t allow the guilt creeping in at the edges to consume her. He needed to find a way to cool his temper before he REALLY hurt someone, and this was the one chance she had to snap his denial toward anger-management and force him to get himself help. She couldn’t allow herself to back down an show weakness like she always did. This was more for him than anyone else.
Hiro Kurosaki brought the unconscious Neko in the room an hour later, lying him gently on the bed and covering him with the pelt. Nozomi stubbornly refused to look at him, and he sighed, turning to leave the room.
Before he left, Nozomi said, “Change that heated attitude of yours and your late daughter might return.” Hiro nodded solemnly, half-glad that he was being given a second chance, slim as it was, half-saddened that he even had to put his daughter in such a position. He knew she was causing herself great pain, putting up this front, and she knew it was for him. She still cared for him, despite what he did: That fact hurt him more than anything because he knew the person he was not would not be so forgiving.