Writing Prompts Catch All

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Every week (Or two weeks) Three prompts will be given to write a drabble based off of any character from K. Feels, hilarity, action, drama, more feels will ensue

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Trauma - I DONT EVEN KNOW IM SO SORRY

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The people in front of him were his enemy, they had to be taken care of. Maybe if he cleared them all quickly he would get a treat. He wanted to do well.

Closest one was the first target. He slashed his knife in the air with ease, cutting into flesh. He saw blood and the body go down.

He didn’t waste time before he turned to the one that had been beside him. He moved his knife along in the air, getting their arm to make sure they wouldn’t pick up a weapon or use it for defense. They backed off holding it in pain. He used that to his advantage, swiping his leg to teeter them to the ground, their head hit the pavement hard. He’ll deal with that later, he had to get rid of another one first. More taken care of in the chaos the better, the easier it was to do more damage. He was good, he knew what he had to do.

Eric.

He shook his head, tuning out that voice. No one called him that anymore, it was just his imagination. He moved quickly over to another close target, one that was getting ready to defend. He would stop them before they finished.
It was easy once again, a running kick to their center had them winded, another slash of his knife them screaming in pain collapsing. Blood began to pour out of their chest. He hit a good mark. Good work, good boy.

He lifted his knife above his head, getting ready for the killing blow but then something happened. He had no idea what but suddenly he couldn’t move his arm. Looking to the side, he saw someone trying to hold it down. That wasn’t going to work.

Eric.

He didn’t like half-finished jobs. He had to be good. He wasn’t going to be punished for failing. No more pain.

Eric was fast, knocking the hand off of his own and swiped at the person that was trying to stop him from accomplishing his orders. The other would have to wait for now while he dealt with this one.

Eric stop.

There was a scuffle as he tried to get this person away from him, but they were fast, and something kept colliding with him. He finally landed a good kick before they backed off enough for him to concentrate on someone else. More targets, more chaos. He had to do a good job. He was a good boy.

He felt himself being tackled, his knife flying out of his hands. As he went to grab it, a hand came and pressed his own into the ground. He went to push them off but his other hand went into the same position. Bad, bad it was bad. Bad dog, fight, fight, get back up.

“ERIC THAT’S ENOUGH!”

He blinked, jumping a bit at the loudness of his name being called so close to him. He tried to move one his arms only to find it being held and he began to struggle. A voice in the back of his head told him to stop, to calm down but he couldn’t, he had to get up, he had to fight. Bad things would happen if he couldn’t get up.

“Stop moving, just relax.”

He shook his head, still struggling under the grip. He had to finish his job. He can’t, he can’t fail, failing was bad, failing was bad. If he could just get some room…

“Eric, please…snap out it.”

The voice sounded familiar but it wasn’t his voice. Only listen to him, only him. None of these voices were his, where was he? He had to give him more orders. Why wouldn’t this person let him go?!

“You’re okay, you’re safe. Eric look at me, just calm down. Everything’s okay.”

That voice was attached to someone. Someone that was on top of him. That annoying voice was just sitting on him. He blinked again and paused in his struggles, staring up at the person that was holding him down. He knew that person, but, he wasn’t from his gang. Or was he…someone new? No, there was more to it than that. Something else was making him think. He was in his gang, just…not the one he thought.

It was Fujishima. Fujishima was on top of him and holding him down. That voice…was Fujishima as well. He was talking to him so oddly, why?

“…Fujishima?” He called up to the other, blinking in confusion. His voice felt weird, like it wasn’t his own. It felt heavy on his tongue.

He saw Fujishima sigh, his shoulders slumping, grateful for a vocal response finally. “Yeah, it’s me. That’s great, you’re doing good. Do you remember where we are?”

He tilted his head, what kind of reaction and question was that for? He moved his head around, beginning to see others. Others from Homra, yeah that was the name of the gang. Those people were Homra. There were more as well but, he didn’t know them. Was he supposed to know them? “A warehouse.” He trailed off as he went back to looking up at the older man, noticing the concern on his face. But there was more, there was fear as well. “What’s wrong?”

Fujishima shook his head. “It’s fine. Eric, I’m going to get off of you and I want you to promise me you’re not going to struggle or anything, you’re just going to stay there alright? Do you understand?” When Eric nodded, the red head nodded along. “Okay good, just stay lying down okay? I’m getting up now.”
Eric felt the weight that had been grounding him lift off slowly. His mind told him to run, swipe at him, attack, something but he stayed where he was. Fujishima told him to stay so he will.

As the older one got off of him completely he looked over and waved at others, calling them over. After that he turned to Eric and asked him to sit up which he did so immediately. He watched as Fujishima’s hand rose up in front of him, as if he was making sure he wouldn’t go too far. He really was acting strange.

“Is he back to normal?”

“He’s responding now at least…”

He tilted his head as he heard the small conversation taking place, his eyes scanning the area. Anything he needed to know? Anything to see? That he needed to be ready for? Some other people, Homra, were looking over some others. It all seemed boring, there wasn’t anything he needed to know here unless they were his next--

“Eric?”

He snapped his head to the voice that called his name, blinking in acknowledgement to Totsuka who was kneeling beside him now. Kusanagi was just behind him, standing. They each looked strange in their expression, he didn’t see them that way often and couldn’t figure it out.

“Sorry, sorry. I asked if you were okay?” Totsuka said lightly, quietly. It was a calming tone.

“I’m fine.” Eric looked away, head down, eyes down. That was bad, he was supposed to pay attention.

There was a long silence before he heard a sigh, it sounded like Kusanagi. “I’m going to cut to the chase here. Why did you attack those people, Eric?”

He tilted his head to the side, that was a strange question. “I was told to.” He explained.

“By who?”

“You.”

There was another silence and Eric glanced up at the three, each with very strange looks on their faces. Totsuka looked thoughtful if not a bit sad, Kusanagi’s he couldn’t even begin to understand. Fujishima’s was combined with worry and guilt, one he wore often when Eric did something he thought was wrong. He didn’t like that look.

“You said to take care of them, I was just following orders.” He clarified, maybe that would help. He did give him orders, he gave them all that order, right?

“We were warning them to leave and they were doing so. Tell me Eric, how is attacking someone agreeing with our terms a good thing?”

There was a hand raised, making a swiping motion. It had a cigarette in it. No, no he had been good!

Eric flinched, prepared for a hit as he looked away from the others. He didn’t understand he had followed orders exactly, why was he going to be punished?

There was another silence as Eric continued to look down, waiting for something, anything to come into contact with him. But it never came. He heard words but they weren’t registering, they weren’t for him so he didn’t need to know, then he heard footsteps. What was going on?

Fujishima came into his view and he smiled calmly, gently placing his hands on Eric’s shoulders. He said that he was going to bring him to the bar to rest and if he understood that. He nodded, looking over to where Kusanagi and Totsuka had been to find them gone. That was something he didn’t understand. All he did was follow a command

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“We’re not putting him on any more.”

“Kusanagi-san…”

“Fujishima.” The sternness in his voice made the red head stop in his tracks. “I know what you’re going to say, and I understand. But it’s too soon for him. Unless you want him to think we are using him like a dog, there’s no other way.”

“I don’t, but he doesn’t want to be alienated from the group. He feels useless when we don’t let him do things for Homra. We can put him somewhere at least, can’t we?”

Kusanagi lit a cigarette and took a long drag, blowing out the smoke slowly as he chewed on his thoughts. “I’ll put him in the van, and he can go on information gathering missions.” He saw Fujishima relax a bit at those words but he continued. “But none that could lead into any fighting. Unless we know that whatever state he put himself in doesn’t happen again, it’ll all go to waste.”

A shout from one of the others calling for Kusanagi, dropped the conversation as he went over to check whatever Yata was shouting over. Fujishima watched him leave, at least glad that Eric wasn’t going to get into trouble.

“Kusanagi-san feels pretty bad for unknowingly making Eric do those things.” Totsuka placed a hand on Fujishima’s shoulder and gave it a light squeeze. “It’ll just take more time than we thought.”

He nodded, before he too decided it was best to leave for now. This whole thing was a mess. He remembered the look on Kusanagi’s face when Eric thought he was going to hit him, realizing by simply moving his hand in a small gesture received such a fearful reaction. The looks that the others gave Eric as he led him back to the bar, even Mikoto would glance back at the young man. How Eric was acting as if nothing mattered, following along like a blank robot, like a dog simply following his master in silence.

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Fujishima sighed, opening the door to the living area. This had been an exhausting day and it would be good to get some rest.

He paused in his walking, noticing where Eric had been laying down and frowned. It was different, Eric was sitting up and not lying down. It looked like he as curled up in a ball, rocking back and forth, that was not a good sign.

"Eric? Are you awake?" He asked quietly, walking over to the hunched over blond. Something in his gut telling him something was wrong.

As he got closer his gut feeling turned true as he saw what was happening. Eric was clinging tightly to his head, pulling and tugging out hairs and digging into his skin. There were splashes of red on his fingers mixed with his sweat, dampening his skin and hair. There was no response as he watched the blond continue to rock back and forth.

Fujishima’s heart dropped into his stomach, registering what was happening as he lunged forward and tried to get Eric’s hands away from himself. “Eric, no…stop it…calm down it’s okay. No, don’t…don’t do that, you’ve got to stop okay? It’s okay, just…Eric, snap out of it!” He used his own hands to try and grab Eric’s, but it soon became a battle of the blond trying to get away from the red head, while still trying to grab onto himself, yanking out hair or digging his nails into his palms. Through all of this, Eric never said a word, only heavy breathing and strange noises that didn’t sound like they were human.

What had happened this morning came back to his mind as he struggled to get Eric to be responsive to anything. It was almost as if Eric was no longer there, his body was here but his mind was gone, there was no Eric.

Hours felt like they had passed before finally Fujishima had both of Eric’s hands in his own. He winced when he felt nails pierce his skin but refused to move them. Better his hands then Eric’s. He continued to speak softly to him, trying to reach wherever he was, to try and bring him back to the place he was now. He was safe here, he didn’t need to hide.

Eric mumbled out something so softly, so quietly that Fujishima couldn’t even figure out what language it was. “Eric?”

“I…I didn’t mean to…”

Fujishima opened his mouth to ask what he meant but closed it again. The scene from the warehouse playing in his mind once more, Eric’s not caring, cold attitude afterwards, he knew what he meant. He closed his eyes and stayed close to him, his hands still holding the others. They hurt, but they weren’t hurting as much as Eric was right now.

“I didn’t mean to. I didn’t. Didn’t mean to I didn’t mean to I didn’t, I didn’t…”

The nails were digging more into his hands and he bit his lip, but stayed where he was. He wanted to try and give Eric at least some comfort while he was going through what he was, as he kept repeating those words.

“I didn’t mean to, I didn’t want to. Didn’t want, didn’t want, no no no…didn’t want. Didn’t mean to.”

“I know, I know, we all do.” Fujishima whispered. He wasn’t sure if he heard him or not, but he continued none the less. “It’s okay, no one blames you.”

The hands that had been clasped tightly on his own were finally loosening; they weren’t trying to harm either of them anymore. Cautiously, the red head wrapped a free hand around the other’s shoulder, hoping that would help to calm him down further. His other hand stayed holding Eric’s. Better to have one hand in case of anything. And at this point, anything could happen.

“…Did…did any of them…” He heard Eric’s words trail off into a mumbled mess. The one hand that was still in Fujishima’s tightened and he winced, he felt the blond’s whole arm shake from the effort. “How many did I kill?”
Fujishima closed his eyes, squeezing Eric closer to him. Death happened in gang fights, none of them were strangers to it. Even still, these people were not meant to die by their hands that day.

“…Two.” Fujishima replied quietly, knowing the truth would be out sooner or later.

How did they think it was okay to bring Eric along on this job? How could they have known this would happen the way it had? He had gone on other missions before and had been doing so well. Something so simple could trigger such an effect on this poor kid that just learned it to survive.
Kusanagi’s decision made sense, he didn’t want Eric to be hurt like this again. He can’t go back into… whatever mindset, whatever other self that had been.

The flinch and shaking he felt course through Eric’s body, made the other start to rub his damp back, any comfort he could give, he would. It was going to be a long night, but he would stay awake, protecting the blond from himself, and from his nightmares.

Totsuka had said something that night they found out about Eric’s past that Fujishima didn’t really understand until now. But now he finally got what the older man saw that he was seeing now too. Eric really never had been thinking kill.