Outcast
Valko x reader
Chapter 2: Stray Pup
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Summary: After being interviewed, he gets nothing. He leaves the police station with a bag containing his only belongings and nowhere to go. He’s suddenly feels like a pup again, wondering where he should stay for the night.
A/n: I’m sorry for this odd time skip. I know that in the first chapter, reader sees the news then talks to Tara then gets ready for bed and you see a figure behind you. And then in this chapter it looks to be like so much is going on in a manner of seconds. Sorry for that. Also idk why I’m treating this man like a child but I like men who are desperate and aren’t afraid of vulnerability and it’s also because there’s not much personality to go on since his videos are REMOVED BTW.
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Despite being the clan leader, the allegations had caused so much damage. What started as protests turning into verbal violence.
Valko was forced his company to shut down for the time being. He was forced to have his workers go home and stay low, including his driver and workers in his home. He was entirely alone.
And that wasn't the start, he reached home, the front of his house was occupied with more protests. The police already there, trying to move the protest and out safely try to bring his house workers out of the house.
He was quickly taken to the police station afterwards. He had no one behind his back, no one to protect him. Even his lawyer decided to cut things off last minute when he called to come over to the station.
He sits in a small interrogation room, one leg bouncing repeatedly with anxiety. He fiddles with his fingers, waiting for someone to enter.
And as he waited, he thought of what will happen to him. Would he be forced to stay here and wait for something to happen? Would he be allowed to go home? But his home isn't safe either. He has a safe house, but his close trusted people are staying there and he doesn't want them to get wrapped up in his mess He doesn't even have a secret bunker either!
He sighed, half of it being a whine of frustration. Where was he supposed to go now? He didn't know where to go, couldn't go to a family member or even a friend without the risk of getting hurt.
He knew very much he did no such thing. Those were rumors that soon turned into false accusations. He would go out there and prove himself, but he is just one wolf. Just because he's a clan leader doesn't make him a powerful entity. He was against an entire community and even if he was fast enough and lose them, they'd always find a way.
He suddenly hears footsteps coming to his room. He wipes the sweat off his forehead and sits up straight. The door opens, revealing a detective. "Evening Mister." The detective reaches his hand out to Valko.
"Evening," Valko responded quietly, shaking the man's hand.
The detective sits across from Valko, pulling out his notepad and pen. "So, I'm Ruan and I'll be going through some questions, alright?"
Valko nodded. "Right."
"So… from what we could find…" Ruan sighed. "If it makes you feel better, there's no evidence of sexual harassment. But judging by the constant protests and death threats… this is serious. This tells me there's more than what meets the eye."
Valko scratches his head, remaining calm. "I've never sexually harassed my female employees."
"Could you be joking by any chance? Maybe you accidentally slipped something and might've harmed someone mentally?" Ruan guessed. "It's perfectly fine if it was an accident."
Valko huffs, shaking his head. "No, I always remain professional in my workplace. I'm the chairman."
Ruan flips through some papers. "There's not much about you. Only that you took over the company just four years ago. No records of parents either." Ruan leans closer. "How did you even become the Chairman without any connections or inheritance?"
"That’s none of your business." Valko crossed his arms, showing small signs of uncomfortableness.
Ruan shrugged. "It may help this case if you speak up, Valko. I'm only here to help you."
Valko looks away. He can't say much about his family. He doesn't even have the evidence of that. "I'm not saying anything further," he spits out.
Ruan clicks his tongue, nodding in defeat. "Very well." He stands up, hand out again. "Have a nice night, Valko."
Valko stands up, refusing to shakes the other man's hand. "I'll be leaving," he says coldly.
Soon he received back his small duffel bag of belongings. He stared at it with a blank stare. He could survive without a roof over his head but he wasn't sure if he could survive nights with no sleep. His wolf senses would always pick up dangerous attention, forcing him to wake up.
The police officer who gave back his belongings stares back with a more bored expression. He crossed his arms. "You'll be asked to move or leave if you wish to stay here," the officer huffs. "Anyways, our chief recommends you find a place to stay low. I'm sure as a chairman you'll be fine."
Valko glances at the officer before putting a cap over his head, concealing the top part of his features. He then takes their secret exit, knowing that there's protest right outside in the front.
It rains heavily, just making his day more dreadful. But something tells him that because of the heavily rain, it would pour on him and alter his scent, to help him walk around the city without others sensing it's him. He keeps his head low, walking slowly but casually.
He hears the loud protest at rhe front of the police station but dares not to looks, worried he might pull attention at him. He pressed forward, until the night grew darker and the streets more quiet. He decides to sit in between two buildings, a dark alley where restaurants throw their trash into the dumpster.
He throws his duffel back onto the floor before slumping on the same grimey floor. He stays silent, fingers flicking the fabric on his pants. It's been a while since he felt like this. Alone, cold and frightened for his life.
He's supposed to be the Chairman. The leader of a big company, the clan leader of his wolves. He's supposed to be all of that and he is. He was known for being an intelligence man, capable of running an empire. But no, in the end it's just a title and in the end he still feels like that scared pup all those years ago. He can't even think of questions regarding the main issues or find a way to survive a comfortable night. For all he could think about is the feeling of being chased after, of being hunted down and much more.
He bites his lip, swallowing back his tears that he fights not to shed. He never intended to hurt anyone, only if they were hurting him or his clan. His clan and workers knew he wasn't like that. And he knew not to ask for help, to shelter him, to keep him safe. Yet a part of him secretly wishes that someone out there, would provide it.
Suddenly a large wet piece of paper is slapped right on his face from the windy rain. It sticks on there for a moment before he slowly takes it off his face, bringing back his annoyed expression. He glances at the paper for a moment, reading it. Propaganda. He thought.
The poster was a ad to recruit more hunters. He would know, as his company has been creating more advanced weaponry for them. The wanderers just keep getting stronger. He stared at the poster for a moment longer, taking in the uniforms and heroic looks on the models' faces.
His eyes widened briefly, realization coming over him. You. He could stay with you. But that was too much hypocrisy of himself. He didn't want to risk other hurt by having them close. But here he was wondering if he can get help from you.
She doesn't even remember me. He thought sadly. With him all over the news, it's clear you know the news about him. You must be confused or maybe angry too.
He suddenly feels his nose twitch and before he knows it, he lets out a sneeze. He shakes his head, sniffing and shivering slightly. He looks back at the poster, his eyes drooping. He wants to see you so bad but he doesn't know if he'll upset you with his sudden arrival.
"Doesn't hurt to try…" he whispered nervously.
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You turned around, seeing a massive dark figure on your balcony. Dressed in somewhat colorful clothes and a cap to conceal his face, you could sense the familiarity in the intruder. You furrowed your brows, closing your cabinet, grabbing your gun on the island before slowly walking to your balcony door.
The man cocks his head up a bit, allowing you to see his desperate golden eyes. Seeing his face made you stop, realizing it's Valko, currently the most hated man in Linkon City. What is he doing here? What does he want? What is he going to do?
He stood there patiently, taking off his cap and gripping it tightly with both hands clasped in front of him. He kept his eyes on you, trying to keep on a stoic face. Yet, judging by how his body is slightly trembling and how it looks like he's trying say something, you can tell he's at the brink of breaking. You do feel terrible, but you barely know him. There's more news about him than how much you know him.
You sighed, still holding your gun just in case if things go south. You slowly opened the door, wide enough to poke your gun out, right at him. "What…" you gulped nervously. "What do you want from me?"
His lips quivered for a moment before speaking. "I'm sorry for coming here…." he started, having to speak a bit louder because of the heavy rain. "I know you— we don't know each other that much but I'm asking for help."
"Well, I'm a bit skeptical on what to believe…" you pointed out calmly. "I hope you're not going to say that you saving me as an excuse."
He shakes his head. "It was never my intentions to say that."
"Are the allegations true?" you asked, getting straight to the point. "Tell the truth."
"I never sexually harassed anyone," he admitted. "And I'm not a misogynist…."
You blinked slowly, seeing the honesty but still keeping your guard up. "I believe you," you said softly, almost lowering the gun. "But that doesn't mean you can come to my balcony unannounced and ask for housing."
"I know, I know." He cringes, a part of his pride breaking. "It's too dangerous for me to stay in the public—"
"I know your first house isn't safe, but don't you have another home?"
"I can't go there either." He sighed, closing his eyes. "If you want me gone… just say the word and I'll leave."
You squinted your eyes, glaring at him. "You can stay outside."
He tries not to beam in joy as he nods. "I'm okay with that."
"And I'm locking my door."
"Completely understand." He shrugs.
"And my bedroom door will be locked too."
"Also understandable."
You opened your mouth to say more but closed it. You felt really really bad for leaving him outside. Giving him the balcony to stay seemed passed the bare minimum of being a host. Well, he did come here unannounced.
You don't entirely trust him, but you know he's telling the truth. Yet you have so many odd urges to bring him inside. He looked like a wet puppy in a box that you would find abandoned on the side of the wet road.
You shake those cute puppy thoughts away, glancing at his duffel bag on the floor. "And I'll be confiscating that."
"Sure, take it." He happily gives you his bag which you snatched.
Even though he wasn’t showing his ears or tail, you could imagine his tail wagging in delight despite the situation. "Anyways… uh goodnight." you shut the door, without thinking.
You turned around, staring at the kitchen. What if he's hungry?
You opened the door, already seeing him sitting down, ready to rest. "Are you hungry?"
"I'm fine," he assures, crossing his arms.
"Ah, okay." You shut the door, facing your kitchen again. You sighed in annoyance. "I'm too soft."
Without a second thought, you opened your fridge. You took out your container of the pasta that you made which was too much for one person.
Valko secretly watched you from the balcony, glancing as you moved around the kitchen with a irritated look on your face. He sees you get a ceramic bowl, pour somehting in there before putting it in the microwave. He wonder what you put in there since now his vision decided grow tired. Dammit, if only he didn't forget his glasses in his office.
His nose pick up the scent of smoke and garlic. You were quickly toasting some garlic bread as well.
Watching you make a meal for him made him smile for the first time in a few long hours. Despite everything, despite not remembering him, you still care. You genuinely care for everyone, something all hunters should learn.
You opened the fridge again, looking for a nice drink for him to have. Damn all you have is chocolate milk. Oh, well, that'll have to do for now. You took it out and set everything on a tray before walking back to the balcony. You raised a brow when you see him whip his head back to look away from you, as if he didn't want to be caught watching you.
You open the sliding door, setting the tray on the floor. "Here, take it." you pushed the tray towards him. "I'm heading to bed now." You awkwardly excused yourself and closed the door again.
Valko glanced at the tray of hot food and the nice glass of chocolate milk. His stomach growled at the sight of it. Usually he's able to sustain from hunger, but he suppose with the sudden events, his body instantly betrays him. He gulped, his mouth salivating as he shyly pulls the tray forward with one finger.
He picks up the bowl of pasta and takes the fork. He pokes at his food and takes a bite, not realizing that how his body started to relax, his muscles softening. He takes another bite, then another before the bowl is empty in a matter of seconds.
By the end of the last bite, his hand reaching for the glass of chocolate milk. He chugs it down his throat, the chocolate flavor almost bringing out his ears and tail. He hasn't have chocolate flavor in a while. How did you know he likes chocolate milk? Now that he thought about it more, it could just be a coincidence.
Once he was finished with his meal, he pushed the tray aside and looks back at Linkon City. With a full belly and a somewhat dry place to stay for the night. By tomorrow morning, he'll make sure to leave your hair.
He sighed, closing his eyes, leaning against the wall. He'd hope it's just a nightmare. He'd hope he'd just wait up in cold sweat. He sneezed, shaking his head at the same time before putting himself into a more comfortable sitting position to rest. He crosses his arms and quickly falls asleep.
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You woke up with a dry throat. You coughed slightly, slowly getting up. You checked the time, seeing as it is still very early. You stood up, going to your door. You stopped and quickly grabbed your gun just in case. You unlocked and opened the door, making your way to your kitchen.
You reached for a glass cup, glancing at the balcony door and paused. Maybe you should check on him. You pulled away from your kitchen and looked through the glass door. Your tired face soon turned panic when you see him breathing heavily in his sleep. He lies on the floor, paler than a ghost, shaking from the cold.
Immediately, you opened the door. "Shoot!"
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