Draft (unfinished)(for now)
Servant goes out to find some more supplies. He makes a friend on the way.
There wasn't anything specific he needed, but anything would be appreciated. They were low on bandages (curtsey of his luck and Kamukura's stubborn persistence to treat all his wounds), not to mention food was always low. So, he could go for anything eatable at the moment.
He had sent himself out to try and find anything useful. Most of the buildings were already ransacked or destroyed, but his luck had a way with helping him.
Of course, his luck struck again. There was a bloodied, discarded bag near a burnt building's alley. He didn't question why it was there. It was either deadweight or something happened to the previous owner. Neither was his concern.
Komaeda began rifling through the bag, finding some bottled drinks and canned goods. There was also bandaids, which wouldn't help with larger wounds, but was still certainly useful.
He smiled to himself.
Lady Luck truly came through for him.
He decided just to bring the bag itself than carrying its goods back to their single-night camp. Swinging the bag over his shoulder, he turned to go. To show Kamukura what he had found. Oh, how lovely it would be if he thanked him. Told him he had done good in finding supplies. He nearly collapsed from the thought alone.
However, the sound of steps caught his attention.
Keeping his good hand on the gun hidden in his coat, he turned to see whoever it was.
It was a dog.
The hound was missing a front leg (it's right one from the looks of it) and had healing scratches all over it's form. It's left ear was ripped up, but mostly looked healed; both ears carried a little flop to them. It's messy fur's pattern was simple, cinnamon on top with a white under. Similar to a akita or shiba inu, although notably didn't look to much like either. It was shorter than an akita but certainly taller than the other breed, and it's tail wasn't as tightly curled (stood up, curled at the end but didn't rest.) Must be a mix or a mutt, he supposed.
Unfortunately, the most gripping feature, besides the missing limb, was it's protruding ribs. It was obviously starving. He wasn't surprised given what was happening, what had been happening for over a year now. Still...
Komaeda blinked at the poor animal, who just continued to stare at him. It's head tilted to side a little. He became increasingly aware of the fact he had food on him.
Komaeda let go of his hold on the gun, slid the bag off his shoulder, crouched to his knee and placed it down. The dog flinched back at the sound of the bag hitting the ground, but quickly regained composure. It sniffed the air, its curious eyes carefully trained on the bag.
He rummaged through the bag. Most of the cans were fruit, and even though the dog was seriously hungry, he knew better than to give sweeted goods to the thing. He found a thing of shredded fish, tuna to be precise.
Luckily, it had a tab similar to soda, so he wouldn't have to break the top open with his pocket knife. He opened up the can, tilting it towards the dog.
"Here, you can have it," he said. He kept his voice steady and low. He didn't want to frighten it after all.
The dogs head perked up the moment it got a whiff, and it slowly started to make its way to Komaeda. Once in front of him, it took one more sniff of the fish before licking at it.
It took a fast bite of the food, hardly chewing the tuna. It was fast to get it's snout in the can to devour it's meal. Komaeda noticed it struggling to get it out, so he pulled the can back. The dog quickly moved to get back at it, but he shushed it. "It's okay, I'm giving it back."
He dumped the remaining fish on the ground. The dog immediately went back to eating, a small chuckle escaping Komaeda as he watched it chow down. It didn't take long for it to finish.
The dog looked up at him, its tail wagging ever so slightly. Komaeda smiled at it before standing back up.
"Well, I should be going." The dog tilted its head at him.
Komaeda turned away, beginning his walk back to Kamukura. He stopped whenever he heard the pads of paws following.
He turned his head to the pooch, who's tail started wagging again at his attention.
"Oh, you can't follow me. I have to get back to Kamukura-kun."
The dog just took a step closer.
He knew he shouldn't. It was hard enough to have two mouths to feed, adding a third would be daft. Yet, looking at the creature, he found it hard to fight against the urge to help it.
Surely, Kamukura wouldn't mind to much.
He brought the dog with him.
Komaeda didn't know what to call it, or if he should call it anything. It looked full grown, surely it wouldn't respond to a new name. He could guess one, his luck would probably help him nail it on the head. But naming usually caused attachment. At least, that's what he's been told.
He'd hold off on any name for now.
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