#hellhound!katsuki

[instasiswetrust]

It's the second time this week Katsuki comes home from the bakery only to find Eijirou frantically looking around their cottage for Haruhi. The twins are only five human years old but their powers had started to manifest with increasing worry for both parents.

"This is the second time I lose her, I'm the worst dad!" It's kind of adorable seeing his mate like this although he knows his worry is genuine. When Haruhi discovered she could turn invisible and sneak around, she had started to fully abuse her powers and getting into all kinds of trouble.

"No, you aren't, Ei" He murmurs, pressing a kiss to the redhead's cheek before making a beeline for what he had lovingly dubbed the 'Peanut Butter cabinet'. Knowing his pup, that's the one place she would've decided to hide in and his soul radar confirmed this. "Haruhi just likes sneaking past you because you can't easily find her."

When he opens the cabinet, a floating jar of peanut butter and invisible fingers covered with its contents instantly give away where their daughter had gone off to.

Katsuki just stares at the empty space for a few seconds, eyebrow cocked in a disapproving look before Haruhi makes herself visible again. Her freckled cheeks are covered in peanut butter, and her ruby eyes offer an apologetic look. Although her wide toothy smile kind of offsets the purpose altogether.

"What did we say about using your powers to sneak into the peanut butter cabinet?" he asks with a voice that's somehow soft and firm at the same time. He's not really mad but if she kept doing this Eijirou was going to start growing gray hairs before he should.

"Not to do it because pa gets scared when he can't find me." She answers obediently but her lips form a tiny pout as Katsuki picks her up.

"Then why did you do it, sunshine?" She seems to have noticed Eijirou standing behind them with a look of relief and her expression turns fully apologetic.

"I'm sorry, I just thought it would be fun. I also wanted peanut butter..." Katsuki sits her on the counter, wetting a towel so he could wipe her face and hands. Once he's done, he presses a kiss to her forehead, and she giggles.

"As long as you promise not to do it again and say sorry to your pa, it should be okay. He was really worried about you pup." He whispers near her ear and she nods, asking to be picked up by Eijirou as Katsuki leaves the kitchen to go find Hiroki.

[instasiswetrust]

Starlight gleaming upon his brow, the lone king arises from his ebony throne as the void clings to the pale skin of his freckled arms in folds so reminiscent of cloth that none knew where his attire started or the void ended.

With a voice like rumbling gravel, he spoke, and all creatures of the Land above the Stars were able to listen to his words.

"My time upon this sacred throne approaches its fateful end, oh friends of mine." The king mused, solemnly inclining his head as the creatures approached one by one. "To the best of my knowledge, I've tried to be a fair king in the affairs that pertain my duties, and albeit I'm not wise I am kind."

The creatures around him nodded their agreement for the king spoke the truth. All but the little she-wolf, with a pelt as dark as the obsidian that made up the king's throne.

[instasiswetrust]

The thing about getting all your memories back is, that there are so many that you don't notice the bad parts immediately.

Retelling funny stories about your puphood to Kirishima, commenting on the crazy things you did while being a teenager, feeling the love and care of spending time with Artemis and Persephone as you grew up.

No ever mentioned the bad times.

Those times in which you saw the other hounds and wondered, Why am I so different from them?, Why do I feel, when it's just easier to ignore this unnecessary pain?

The other hounds kept their distance from you and you never understood why until now. Because you were born, not created. Because they knew what your mother had done and shamed her for it because they couldn't understand.

And you couldn't fault them, really. They were lucky to have been created without the pain that comes as a price for every good emotion someone can have.

When you cared, someone got hurt. When you loved, you hurt them. And when they loved you, they were taken away from you.

It was not fair but you had long made peace with your destiny, and these memories only cemented that. The path you were destined to take was one you had to walk alone.

Alone, like you had felt all your life along those you thought were your kind. Alone, as you feel in a pack of starlit wolves that care for you but can't really understand (they aren't mortal after all. What do they have to worry about?)

And alone as you feel in the pack that has taken you in, because you're so different, with scars that mar your past, with the miasma of bad luck that seems to follow you even after you've changed your core and even your pelt.

Because fate has designed it to be this way. For you to see everyone you care about get hurt, over and over, and then have to shoulder that along with the knowledge that they would grow old, while you stayed the same.

A being, mortal by birth, immortal by choice. Fated to be alone, until the world comes to an end.

[instasiswetrust]

The leatherbound pages felt heavy on his palms as claw-tipped fingers followed the invisible shapes etched into the cover. Once a gift from a friend, Katsuki had never seen much use to transcribing his thoughts upon paper. At least, until he lost his memories that is.

Bearing feelings without memories had been one of the worst tortures he had been made to withstand in all his years of life. To know there were people important to him, but being completely unable to recall why they were so important? Just thinking about it now, he's so grateful for Artemis and Persy helping with the locks.

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Monday, June 11th, 20XX

Uh, how is someone supposed to start something like this? Do I say hi? Wait, why would I? It's not like anyone else is going to read this.

Ugh. Am I really this lame?

Whatever. The internet said that keeping a journal of things helps people with amnesia so I thought I might just give it a shot. In any case, I can just burn this thing and no one will ever know I wrote on it.

But uh... it's been a day, give or take, since Artemis and I returned from the Underworld. And to say the least, it's been a shitshow.

Maybe it was a mistake logging into the chat so soon, or at all really. But I couldn't just leave Japan while still having memories of Geten and Twice. I was tempted to, still am, but at least if I do I'll make sure to bring Geten with me this time. (I doubt they would want to come with but a man can dream).

I remembered someone else again. Kaminari. My feelings got the best of me yesterday and I didn't dwell into it further but I can now remember him more clearly. A kitsune but also a kid, young and bright and light. He called me out on my bullshit back when I was trying to run away from...(?) and made me come back. I don't believe we were close but... I feel like he was pack? Maybe? There's a thrum in my soul where the leftover pack bonds still are whenever I recall my memories of him.

Spent the night at Twice's yesterday, felt like both Geten and I needed the support. Them and Twice are the only ones I have right now, especially with Kaminari still mad at me. We might need to talk at some point when things don't feel as shaky.

When I arrived and before I left I noticed these... weird flashes of feelings. It's weird like my brain knows something that I'm still missing. Made me stop by the wall next to the dumpster and I cried again but I didn't understand why. Something important must've happened there but no matter how much I try to force the memories out but they don't come.

The messages I've sent before make me feel bittersweet. Like reading a novel, it feels real but fictional at the same time, reading things that the me with all the memories and the experiences wrote.

Swearwolves seems to be the leader of the chat but maybe the leader of the pack I've forgotten too. There's no real evidence in our chats but I seemed to show distinct deference to him, asking him for his permission before dealing with a ghost and his plans for Geten's rescue. I have no recollection of him though so I must assume he was important enough for me to forget. (Wonder why he texted me about not kicking me out of the wards though...?)

Red Rover... reading my texts with him had me more than surprised. We weren't "mates" as the rules call it, hell! we hadn't even gone on a date before I had to leave, but we were close. Somehow. I'm still questioning how that even happened. He seems like the complete opposite of me (and yes, this was even mentioned in one of the chats), but it seemed to still work for us. He texted me while I was gone too, and even after the shitshow last night. He said he would wait for me to be ready but I wonder if it's wise for me to stay around him. There's no guarantee I will actually recover all of my memories, and he doesn't deserve to wait for someone that might never be the same again. Guess that's another thing I'll have to think about.

There's another thing I noticed though. It's become harder to summon my fire and I've been consuming souls at a quicker rate than before. I wonder why that is and if it has something to do with the memory lock?

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Tuesday, June 12th, 20XX

Day three ever since I came back from the Underworld. Things haven't been any easier when it comes to memories.

Kaminari has been talked to and we seem to have fixed things for now. He's made me swear to never leave again or to at least tell him if I'm leaving. Of course, I agreed to it.

I managed to locate the whereabouts of my bike and fit another piece of the puzzle that is the life I've forgotten about. Seems like I used to live by the edge of the Dagobah Reserve, in the Shigaraki Estate along with the other members of the new pack. How that came to be, I'm not really sure and the people I could ask... well...

Swearwolves seem to be the alpha (as I had previously assumed), and the owner of the estate. He has allowed me to stop by tomorrow so I can retrieve my bike but those texts just before I left still worry me.

What was it that I said that could've had me worrying that I wouldn't be welcome back at the estate?

I do not know yet, and the only person that might know (according to previous texts at least) is Red. And we both know why I can't just text him. It's still weird feeling like this, that longing for something, someone, that I can't remember. If the picture he sent me does him any justice, he's quite handsome so I can understand why I was attracted to him in the first place.

But no, I can't dwell on this yet. I just hope I won't have to see him tomorrow because I'm not sure how that's going to go.

How is one supposed to deal with offending his pack's alpha when one can't even remember what was said?

Well... There was always one way but he worried. If his eating habits from both yesterday and today were any indications, he was growing weaker. Fire didn't burn as hot, and he was tired more often, lethargic. It wasn't too bad yet, but he had to up his dosage of souls.

Guess he would have to see how that visit went.