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Izuku and Nene, his sheep since he was little, sit on the floor beside the fireplace. He feels numb as the bindings the man left him in rub against his wrist and ankles. After treating his head wound the man tied him up and left. Not even bothering to explain why he was doing all of this. Why he would have his wolves chase him off a cliff then tie him up in his cabin.
He tries and wrestles against the bindings with little luck. Izuku never had been the best with knots but he never had to be. The painful digging into his skin made him wish he had put more effort into learning from the older shepherds.
Nene cries at his side, unable to assist in anything as not only are her legs all bound but she also has a muzzle strapped to her face. She rubs her face in his back, comforting him as best she can. Izuku holds back tears as she does so. She is everything to him. They have grown together and have become a formidable team together.
He flinches as the door opens, the mans face is terrifying as he looks at him with such fire. He enters the room, a wolf following form behind. Izuku can barely breath waiting for the next move from the other man.
“How is your injury?” the mans casual tone irritates him, but he forces himself to keep his cool.
“Fine, I think,” he mumbles quietly, the other man hears him just fine though.
“Hm, you think, Izuku,” he says with a bit of amusement in his voice. Not seeming to notice how Izuku freezes at the mention of his name. As he has never given it.
“How do you know my name?” Izuku says his tone fearful.
“What do you mean by that? We have known each other for a very long time,” the other man says like he is stating something obvious.
“Huh? When have I ever met you before?” He asks, tears in his eyes.
“When we were little. Duh,” The man spits out. Looming over him, a face full of anger. Izuku chokes at that, trying to remember anyone like the man before him.
“That was a while ago. I do not remember you. Please don’t be angry,” Izuku flinches from him in fear. The other man lifts him off the ground and turns him to face him.
“Izuku, we used to play together while our parents talked. I’d call you Deku when you irritated me. We’d catch bugs on the riverside. You promised to marry me,” his words carried with them a sense of nostalgia even as he stares him down, face cold.
“Kachan?” is all he can let out. Kachan his beloved childhood friend, that he had to leave behind when they had to move away.
“Yeah it is Kachan. I am here to fulfill your promise to me.”
“Bu-but! We were kids that didn’t mean anything!” At his words Kachan threw him back to the floor, as he stood up.
“That does not matter. You may not have meant it, but you will fulfill your promise to me, Izuku. Ever since you were little the only one you could belong to is me.”
Izuku does nothing but stare at Kachan as he turns his back and begins to make something in the kitchen area. Unable to do anything but cry at Kachans venomous words and remembrance of how cruel his tribe could be to runaway brides.