Super High School Level Falconer

"My name is Hiruto Matsumoto, I am here if you require any assistance... Ah? You need something else? Well you may state your business." Hiruto Matsumoto is a falconer and a breeder as well as a researcher for avian activity. Living alone in the mountains, life is tough and she seems to be desolate from interaction asides from the many many birds by her side. But perhaps just a few people can change her life to just be with her and to fix her. ((OC Blog!! Willing to ship with everyone and to rp basically anything.))

[rhubarbes]

by Simon ORIONSM.

More Animals here.

[cute-overload]

[lowflyinghazard-blog]

Clutching the bucket to his shaking body, he heaved, lurched, and, with a horrid racket of retching, he emptied the emptiness of his stomach into the bucket in a burning flood of orange bile. His skin, ashen and clammy and claylike, almost corpselike, had paled.

Long moments passed and he seemed very fragile, as if he’d shatter under her touch, tears rolling down his cheeks as he caressed the aching pit of his stomach through the sickening fat of his belly, a tender touch to his most hated area.

But Hiruto stood above him like a mother bird, a godess, with a mean purple bruise forming on her hip, and he was overwhelmed with guilt, and he was, once more, the weak-willed, apologetic Victor Huxley he used to be.

"No, no, Hiruto, dear, it’s okay, it’s okay, you were only trying your best- that’s that’s a- a nasty bruise, you- you sh- you should- put some- I don’t know, ice on it- or- put some ice on it, or some meat- meat helps bruises, r- right? I- I don’t know, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…"

He tried to support himself on his own two left feet, but found himself unable, weak and useless, only able to perform the pitiful act of pushing the bucket aside, disgusted at himself, before hugging his knees to his chest and staring helplessly up at her with tearful, sunken eyes and a damp, hollow face.

[shslbird-brain]

It was awful just having to witness that-  Not to mention the sound of the retches he made which were loud and clear.  At first the idea was hesitated, but Hiruto eventually pressed a palm against the fabric of his back.  Gently brushing a hand down his spine, trying to console him the best she could manage.

God, there was sweat and drool all over his face.  Not to mention hints of the spew from seconds ago.  Trying not to flinch or gag at the sight and the fresh memory still in her mind-  She wiped the poor boy down with a few tissues which had previously been stuck in a box to the desk on the side.  As she did, her lips were pursed into a tight line, just so she could avoid the slightest frown.

"Hah-!  The bruise can wait, it isn't too much of a bother to me!  Its simply alike to...  A thorn under my skin!  It stings and irritates me, however I have something much more important to focus on-  Being you, of course."

[lowflyinghazard-blog]

Bowing his head in shame as Hiruto called his impromptu birdfeeding to attention, Hus turned his head away from Hiruto’s judging eyes and buttered toast. He sunk a little further down under the covers, hollowing his cheeks with a sharp intake of breath.

He seemed as if he were about to apologise. But he didn’t.

Unfortunately, his appetite was not with him, despite his growling stomach, his head growing light from hunger, his body weak and his heart heavy. There was nothing left in him but sickness. A plague that was gradually working its way through his family- hollowing Genevieve, corrupting sweet, innocent Vivien, and slowly starving Victor himself.

Turning to Hiruto’s offering, he shakily took the toast and opened his mouth, shutting it again and shuddering as his eyes fell upon the toast. The sight of it, the scent of it, was all too much. Bravely making a second attempt, he moved the toast back to his mouth, jaw dropping-

Stuttering out a retch, he gagged, forcing bile back down his throat. Moments of frenzied kicking later, he had freed himself from the bedsheets, one hand clasped tightly over his mouth.

"Where’s y’bathroom."

His words caught in his throat, he choked, and he doubled over.

"I think I’m gonna be sick."

[shslbird-brain]

Hiruto took her thoughts back immediately at that clear statement, looks like she'd been the insensitive one here after all.

"N-no-!  The bathroom is unsanitary and you are getting a bucket!  Stay right there, I'll fetch one immediately!"

Without hesitation, Hiruto backed out of the room urgently-  Even hitting her hip against the door frame in the process.  The pain didn't start to ripple until she'd come back, hurling an empty bucket to the floor before hastily propping it back upright.

Somehow, all that panic had really taken it out on her-  And surely there would be some sickly, dappled bruise of pinks, greens and blues waiting to greet her later.  But overall, the most sickliest feeling lingering at present was overall the disappointment in herself.  It stirred a faint, emotional pain inside of her.  Comparing it with the bruise from moments ago, it felt ever-so much, much more severe.

"A-ah, I...  I am a fool!  I-  I thought it was the right thing, I...  I'm so sorry, Victor-"

Hiruto trailed off with a shaky exhale, the right words and apologies lulled on her tongue-  But she just couldn't make them out properly to seem genuine enough, especially after forcing him to be sick...  Unintentionally, even!

[shslbird-brain]

"Keye should be stopped, he needs to be abolished in general-  I will eradicate him."

[lowflyinghazard-blog]

■ latE as hella but,, hirut again w KEYE

"Dumb shitty lady doesn’t know who the hell she’s caring for. A dumb fuck of a man who’s more lard than lad is who she’s caring for. I’d pity her if I didn’t wanna cut her all up so bad."

[shslbird-brain]

[lowflyinghazard-blog]

Sinking down in the bed, he glanced around the room, stomach twisting painfully. All the birds flitting around the room, chittering and chattering, turned his vision into a haze of colour, each colourful feather becoming an indistinguishable amalgam.

He watched her leave the room, picking and scratching at his forearms, tugging the bedsheets about and squirming for a comfortable position. The corners of his mouth twitched and tugged downwards, he pursed and chewed his lips restlessly, eyes fixed on the sheets in front of him.

Succeeding in his effort not to audibly groan, his heart sank in his chest when Hiruto returned. With food. Food she expected him to eat. Any day before this, any time before the past gruelling month, he’d have taken up the offer of toast with all his thanks and wolfed it down before she could ask if he’d like jam with it.

The events of the past month had somehow, somewhat, thinned his appetite.

"… Thanks. No, I don’t think I’ll- I’ll be needing anythin’ more. Thanks, love."

Smiling wanly, he took one slice of toast, toying with it with shaking hands. He kept watching her out of the corner of his eye, as if trying to guess the moment she’d turn her head away, giving him the opportunity to crumble the toast in his hand and throw it sublty to the birds.

Her act of kindness had warmed his heart, but not undone the writhing, sickened knot in his stomach.

[shslbird-brain]

Of course Hiruto would notice Hus sweeping crumbs over to the birds. How insensitive, she’d put a lot of effort into bringing him back and treating him well-

“Please-  Don’t feed them the crumbs, its unhealthy for them-  And I’ve been trying to get them out of that said habit.”

Huffing and crouching down by the spot where he’d spread out numerous crumbs, she tried to scoop up as many as possible-  Occasionally pushing away any of the smaller birds which tried to resist her thieving hands.

“…And if you’re really going to be in a spot of trouble with eating, I’ll have to aid you. Just keep still for a moment. ”

After disposing of the few crumbs which had previously been scattered, Hiruto took a seat beside Hus. With the remainders of toast, she broke them apart into bite-size shapes, offering them to her sickly boyfriend.

“Open wide- Forgive me for this too if you can, but I must get something edible in your system at least.”

[shxunenbrave]

"Bah-! Leo and Ren locked me out when they went to the kindergarten it seems…how sad, I have to wait for them to come back, how terrible, booringg! Hmmm…"

"I wonder who I can find in this place!! Lmao, hope they’re fun, okay, here we gooo~"

Owlie happily took a step forward, strolling down the hallways, his incredibly long sleeves swaying as the short owl swung his arms back and forth.

Oh dear, careful Owlie, you’re going to hit someone in the face with those-

[shslbird-brain]

Unfortunately, Owlie's luck had managed to take a sad, sharp plummet the very moment his sleeve swung to hit a certain passing falconer-  Said falconer never appreciated the shocking, sudden initiated physical slap right out of the blue-

"Watch the way you walk-!  Such a pace is embarassing to look at-  Not to mention hazardous!  You...  A-ah!?"

Just at the sight of Owlie-  Hiruto's glower quickly melted away into a stunned expression!  A young man..  With all the key features of the wisest, most gracious strigform to strike in the dead of night-

It then suddenly occurred to Hiruto...  How dare she snap at a being so high up within the aviary ranks!?  One of the more intelligent and cunning raptor birds had been looking right back at her with a cunning gleam in their eye...

"I-I...  Forgive me for snapping so viciously-!  I hadn't a clue beforehand, Bubo Virginianus!"

[lowflyinghazard-blog]

The sight of the behemoth of a falconer heaving his sickly, sleepless and malnourished shell of a brother through the door was enough to strike sheer terror into Ludovic’s heart. Trembling, he bunched his hands into fists, hands disproportionate on his short, scrawny arms like a puppy that hadn’t grown into its paws.

"I- I just wanted to get my stuff, lady, just wanted to make sure he hadn’t been- hadn’t been messing with my stuff, get outta my way-!"

He dashed past her and into the bunker, closing the door hurriedly after him.

As Hiruto carried Hus to her room, he barely struggled- he hadn’t the energy- and he didn’t speak. Just grunted when she jolted him a little, going up stairs or weaving- or rather, plowing, knowing Hiruto- through students in her way.

By the time they’d arrived at Hiruto’s home, Hus was slumped over her shoulder uselessly like a rolled-up rug. He heaved himself down slowly, groaning, but still didn’t speak.

[shslbird-brain]

The journey back home was tiring, it was especially sapping thanks to the almost-lifeless body propped up on her shoulder, but she didn't mind at all.  She was still thankful she'd managed to snatch him back up on time.

Something else that ticked in her head was Ludovic's concern for his belongings overlapping his care for his own brother-  The lack of help she'd received from the dozens of pairs of eyes glued to her.  

What an awful place she resided in now.

"Stay there-  I'll go and fetch you something to eat, you haven't touched anything in weeks-  So I'll be expecting you to at least consume something this evening."

Tucking Hus into the bed, she left the room swarming with birds ranging from small to large to fetch Hus something to eat-  He wasn't going to get any cake today, besides, she wasn't a fan of it anyway.

The numerous multicoloured birds of a feather huddled in the room clicked their tongues, their chattering swirled into a glorious song every once in a while.  It thankfully wasn't too noisy, but at the same time, you could never sleep with such a commotion going on in the room.

Eventually, Hiruto returns, stepping into the room with a plastic plate piled with buttered toast in one hand and a cool glass of water in the other.  Notably, she'd taken her rather heavy coat off of her shoulders to reveal her bare arms-  Freckled and dappled with an assortment of burns, large and small.

"You haven't eaten recently-  I can only assume that, so I've brought you something you should... hopefully be able to consume as of now."  

Lowering the tray on the bed and the glass of water to the bedside table, she sat down with an eye glued on the boy from a distance.  The look of concern just notably written all over her face.

"If there's anything else you'd like to request, I can venture to fetch it immediately."

[lowflyinghazard-blog]

He groaned and squrimed a little in the arms of his queen, despite not having the energy to succeed in writhing from her grasp. Really, his efforts were nothing but an inconvenience as Hiruto heaved him to somewhere more appropriate to sit and chat.

"Don’t wanna. Don’t want you t’see me like this."

Barely audible, his words were a mumbling growl, his drought-cracked lips hardly moving. It was all just too tiring. Too draining. He hadn’t even the energy to protest.

Over the past few days, his rare bursts of energy had been spent in the arduous uphill effort of heaving his sore bones to the kitchen, slowly sipping glasses of water, and the occasional few minutes of sheer jealous, furious, spiteful rage that he used to teach thorough lessons to the hanging punching bag that was trembling on its fixings from the beatings he’d unleashed upon it.

But, deep down, he was happy to see Hiruto again. He knew he was. There was really nobody he wanted to see more.

[shslbird-brain]

Huffing, she tried to flick clumps of his fringe out of his face, muttering back to him as he continued to negatively droll and mumble.  As much as she wanted to show even a little more affection right now, she couldn't help but feel a little sour at the same time.

"I would much rather have to view you like this compared to you looking any worse!  I'm honestly glad I have managed to recover you at this present instead of much later-!"

As usual, her words were a little jumbled and hasty, but could you blame her?  Even at this point, she'd given in to her tender impluses, brushing her lips against Hus' forehead and giving him what could just be his first kiss in weeks.

Taking a step outside, she was greeted by a still-cautious Ludovic who'd been waiting impatiently for the time being.  Meeting his eyes once more, she gave him a short, curt nod.

"See here?  I did tell you I'd manage to fetch him before the day ended!  I plan on returning him to my home, what are your plans, Huxley brother?"

[lowflyinghazard-blog]

The interior of Victor Huxley’s home was as orderly and tidy as ever- the odd plate lay on the coffee table and a small gathering of glasses had assembled in the kitchen, but otherwise it seemed as if nothing had changed.

The racket of Hiruto busting the already-flimsy lock with her trusted weapon had not roused the sleeping athlete; he still lay in bed in a mess of covers, the posters decorating his walls torn down and lying in tatters on the floor.

He scowled and tugged the covers closer, letting out a groan. He wasn’t leaving the bed. Not for anything. Nothing Hiruto could do or say would coax him from there. He was tired, he was sick, and he needed his bedrest.

[shslbird-brain]

"...Now-!  Don't fret, I'm only going to take you to a much better place to rest.  I request you keep as calm as you can manage, I'll let you sleep in time...!  As soon as you've recovered properly, I guarantee."

Taking a sharp intake of breath, she managed to crouch by the bed and scoop up the sickly boy, blanket and all without exertion.  Despite the fact that he really was as heavy as an overgrown dog, at the same time, picking him up again felt like a little more weight off of her shoulders.

After all, it really was refreshing to at least be able to see him again after all those plain, boring weeks of having nothing but a white wall and ceiling to gaze at.

[lowflyinghazard-blog]

[shslbird-brain]

"You haven’t wanted to speak for weeks now,"

Hiruto states that bluntly, rattling her fingers against the doorframe some more. If Hus hadn’t been locked up in there week after week, she would have been more respectful, she would have left him to his thoughts for a while...

[shslbird-brain]

"Huxley! You are not going back to bed! We're going to sort things straight today! Two weeks gone is enough to make anybody else worry!"

Eventually her low suddebly growl erupted into pure red anger! She found herself slamming her arms into the door, venting an assortment of built up frustrations which had boiled for far too long!

But eventually, It all slowed down into an immediate halt as Hiruto finally collapsed against the door. The pounding in her head was somewhat like an echo, a painful one clustered with barrages of solutions and ways to fix things straight.

"..."

Obviously, there was one choice she was most definitely set on.

"I hope that at some point in the close future, you'll forgive me for this-"

Rubbing at her temples, she finally got back up to her feet, trudging out into the bunker. Thank god she considered bringing the one tool which had never failed her once.

Propped up on her shoulder, she carried a large iron battleaxe, still twinkling with the occasional sheen despite the smidgens of dirt and rust. On her way back in, she casts a concerned look over Ludovic, who had taken shelter earlier.

[lowflyinghazard-blog]

[shslbird-brain]

“I’m- I’m trying to crack an issue! You have no right to dismiss me while I’m just ready to try and finish it off-! I disclosed to you that I had no further will to squabble with you! Enough!”

Out of pure frustration, she hammered a fist against the doorframe,...

[shslbird-brain]

"You haven't wanted to speak for weeks now,"

Hiruto states that bluntly, rattling her fingers against the doorframe some more. If Hus hadn't been locked up in there week after week, she would have been more respectful, she would have left him to his thoughts for a while longer.

Maybe it'd be a good idea to put the foot down and not leave until he did himself- Or just bust it open in a way least aggressive.

"Hux- Hus. I'd let you do what you want, but when you've been gone day after day...! Its unacceptable, I cannot allow you to stay in there for much longer!"

With an intake of breath, Hiruto moved their hand from the door and onto the worn doorhandle. There was no point in trying to use it, maybe not until he'd oblige to actually unlock the door.

"Now- I don't know what ails you! The business is not of mine, however I'm still here! My companions are all treated with dignity and respect- I do my best to ease their troubles, and I'll be willing to do the exact same,"

"All you need to do is come out."

[lowflyinghazard-blog]

"Howabout you fuck off an’ stop tellin’ me what to do, huh? How about you go fuck yourself, lady, fuck you! Shitty tall asshole, who’d you think you are?"

Huffing, Ludovic folds his arms angrily, turning from the door.

"Look. The guy’s been holed up in his room for a week, two weeks, I dunno. He’s probably not gonna come out. You could, I dunno, ask for a key from reception, but if you’re gonna be an asshole and break the door in…"

[shslbird-brain]

"I'm-  I'm trying to crack an issue!  You have no right to dismiss me while I'm just ready to try and finish it off-!  I disclosed to you that I had no further will to squabble with you!  Enough!"

Out of pure frustration, she hammered a fist against the doorframe, just before reminding herself that taking it all out on the one entrance to her companion's lair was probably not a good way to start coaxing him back out.

Her mouth thins, and she takes a long intake of breath to cool the fire which had ravaged her temper.  Once more, she rattled her knuckles on the door, much calmer this time.

Finally, she tried to address Hus, who she could only assume was still in hiding inside.  The tone of her voice was strained through stress, however overall genuine.

"Huxley?  I'm-  I have returned from the hospital.  I took too long, hello?"

[lowflyinghazard-blog]

"Yeah. He’s a charmer."

"Get off my back, ya tall shitty asshole, I told you, I have no idea who you are. What am I gonna do, run around askin’ for my brother’s girlfriend? I ain’t gonna do that. I got pretty good control over the situation, you’re just arguin’."

[shslbird-brain]

"I insist you pick up your self control now and halt with running your mouth for a moment.  You've learned something at least, so our squabble will stop here, and we will move on to entering that room."

"Whether or not it'll simply be convincing Huxley to open it, or breaking right through, we'll get this done today."

[lowflyinghazard-blog]

“No, I’m his- christ on a shitbiscuit, lady, of course I’m his brother. Who a’ you, his wife? Wait, lemme get it- you’re that missus he’s always writin’ home ‘bout? Whassername whasserface- I ain’t good with names, but it’s, like, bird-something…”

"An’ my name’s Ludovic. If I gotta spell it out for you, I will. L-u-d-o-v-i-c. Ludo-vic. Lu-do-vic. Got that? An’ no, I didn’t think about comin’ to you ‘bout it, ‘cause I don’t know you. An’ I can solve things by myself. I’m not a kid.”

[shslbird-brain]

"I knew there were siblings, but I was never introduced to any.  It was a shame, but I was patient about it anyway.  Y-Yes, we can properly introduce ourselves much later!  A much more important task is at hand-  One I probably would have been able to fix if I had known about it."

"...And Victor chooses to mention me in parchments?  That's...  Very cute."

[lowflyinghazard-blog]

"Does anyone know where I can, like, get a spare key to my brother’s bunker? He’s not letting me in. I would use my muscles to break the door down, but then I’d hafta pay for it.”

"Then ‘gain, my parents are loaded. They could prob’ly pay for it…”

[shslbird-brain]

"...Brother?  You're his brother?  That's enough for me to know-  I don't own any keys but I'll knock down that door without a second thought.  There are no other open paths for the either of us if we don't decide to take that barrier down with force."

"...And-  You shouldn't keep these kind of things from me, Huxley sibling.  I didn't know about Victor's confinement until earlier-  You didn't consider coming to me about it once, did you?"