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Once upon a time, long long ago, there lived a boy from a small coastal town who wanted nothing more than to help and protect his people.
When that boy grew up, he decided the best way to do that was to join the Guild of Giant Slayers. They were dedicated to the cause of pushing back and eradicating the monstrous behemoths that lived on the fringes of society, the largest of all the mystical creatures that posed a threat to humanity. And now that he's completed his training, Stan Baker finally feels ready to take on his first giant, one who lives just a little too close to his hometown for his liking.
Is he ready for what awaits him there in the giant's lair?
[Read here on Ao3!]
A/N: This is a story that's currently under revision. There are enough future plans with it that I wanted to expand the original shorts into a more cohesive narrative. The shorts written will be listed under the cut in order of posting, and will soon be revamped and added to Ao3 as soon as they're done!
I turned the silly little prompt I sent to @so-very-small into a full fic. Enjoy :)
Summary: Human gets abducted by giant aliens and sold as a novelty pet in an intergalactic souvenir shop, only to be rescued by a rugged space explorer.
Word Count: 5781
Cw: Abduction, dehumanisation (it's nothing too bad, but the MC is seen as a pet/object by the other aliens), mentions of death and humans being sold as pets/objects.
An apex predator. That is what Henry had lived his entire life believing he was. Everyone knew humans were on top of the food chain. Even in situations where they were wildly outmatched in pure strength, it was their intelligence that kept them on top. The only one who could realistically hurt him was his own kind, he had thought. As long as he kept his head down, he could get by without trouble. Oh, how foolish he had beenâŠ
He was curled up at the far end of the glass cage, leaning against the cold wall as he breathed in a shallow manner. He was cold, and he was shivering ever so slightly. Every now and again a giant figure would glide past the outside of his cage, browsing all of the curiosities the shop had to offer, him includedâŠ
He thought back to that day, the 15th of October. The day when his perception of reality had been utterly shattered. It was a crisp autumn evening and Henry had been strolling around on a walk out by the countryside where he lived. There was rarely anyone out where he walked. Maybe thatâs why they chose himâŠ
He still remembered the feeling of being sucked up into the air, the feeling of his stomach dropping while he looked down at the ground becoming smaller and smaller below him until he was swallowed up by the sky. Or at least he thought. The pure terror and panic were still fresh in his mind, as he looked around the gigantic spaceship that heâd been beamed up into. He had seen the giant alien smirk down at him, roughly grabbing his body in his callus fist while he inspected him. Henry felt his stomach turn as he thought back to how the giant poacher had looked over him after putting a metal collar around his throat, calling him a âbeautiful specimenâ before carrying him off and throwing him into a crowded cage full of other humans, all of them equally confused and terrified.Â
He remembered how horrific it had been initially, being sold as some sort of tiny novelty pet in this intergalactic souvenir shop. He was trembling almost if not every waking hour of the day, and would freeze up anytime someone walked past his cage. Rush hour was hell for him⊠Nowadays he was too exhausted to even lift a finger. Most customers took note of his sickly appearance, being so pale and thin he looked like he was one second away from crumbling into dust. Which he supposed was good, since most of them lost interest in him after a few seconds of inspection. It seemed like all of them knew. All of them knew he didnât have long. And why buy a pet that you knew wasn't going to make it? He never bought those scrawny and off-colored goldfish at the pet store when he was a child. No one did, why would they? If it wasnât for the fact that he was dying, he mightâve seen the cosmic irony of him ignoring those goldfish as a child only to feel some sort of comradery towards them now.
He was the last human left in the cage, all of his other fellow captives had either been sold off or passed away due to the horrid living conditions theyâd all been exposed to for the last month. Unfortunately for Henry, he had been a stubborn one, as the owner of the shop commented quite frequently. It was clear he was just waiting for Henry to disappear so that he could order a fresh batch of captives to abuse with horrible housing.
The cage was small and made entirely of glass which stripped away any privacy any of them couldâve gotten. There wasnât any padding or places to sleep comfortably. Besides, even if they did have someplace to sleep, the clunky metal collars made it a little hard to get comfortable. They had been provided with some sort of strange wood shavings on the cage floor, which quite possibly couldnât have been any more itchy and uncomfortable. Any food they were provided with seemed deprived of any hint of nutrients and only provided Henry with temporary relief by filling his stomach with something to quell the searing pain of hunger. Lastly, they were put through so much distress, with the top of their cage being completely open for all of the shop's open hours, meaning that anyone could pick them up and manhandle them as they pleased in order to figure out if they liked the tiny human or not.
In the beginning, Henry had suffered quite a lot of stress at the (literal) hands of the shop's customers. A lot of them had been kids, or so he assumed, considering they were smaller and much less delicate with how they handled the poor humans. Henry had witnessed one too many of his fellow merchandise be dropped from tens of feet up in the air by those clumsy monsters. Some were quote-on-quote fine, getting lucky and only breaking a few bones. Others died upon impact. Although, Henry was starting to wonder which ones were actually the lucky onesâŠ
Other times there were the odd tourists who walked in and were fascinated by the cage of humans. Most of them were quite handsy, pulling and playing with each one of their limbs as if they were just dolls. Of course, tourists are just what Henry called them. They were all bulky giants with what seemed to be purple scales and multiple eyes spread across their entire body. They were all just loud and quite frankly, too curious for his liking. It reminded him of the horror stories heâd read online by people recalling their experiences with obnoxious tourists⊠But he supposes that it was through them that he learned what the metal collars were for. There was a sign taped onto the side of the cage that read âTranslator included!â, which many of them would read aloud and then condescendingly speak with them and try to get them to repeat words to them. Henry wasnât quite sure why they were given translators. He wasnât complaining of course, this whole ordeal would have been a thousand times worse if he hadnât gotten a helpful (if a bit rude) explanation from the store owner as to what was going on when he first came into the store. However, he didnât understand the appeal of a pet that could speak. Wouldnât it feel weird to have a pet that could share its honest opinions with its owner? Surely they couldnât think they enjoyed being here and would act like small puppy dogs once they brought them home? Henry wasnât sure considering the way so many of them spoke to their purchased goods while leaving the store, all while ignoring their screaming and crying with soft coos and laughter. Maybe they were all sadists and didnât care. It sure seemed like they didnât.
His least favorite was the obnoxious teenagers that would come in, pick up and touch every single one of them, taking photos, tapping the glass, and being generally insufferable. A week or so ago a group of them came in and tried to get Henryâs attention. When he didnât react to whatever they were doing, one of them grabbed the edges of the cage and started shaking it.Â
But luckily, he didnât have to deal with that now that he barely had any energy to move. Now that he was weak and unresponsive, he wasnât entertaining anymore. Safe to say, Henry knew that they knew that he didnât have much time left. On particularly desperate days he considered begging one of them to take him with them. He could try to perform his role as a souvenir if it meant getting out of there and maybe getting a shot at living life. But how good of a life was he really going to live if this was the standard?
Henry was pulled out of his thoughts as the shop owner walked by. He looked down at him with a scowl, eyebrows knit together as he picked up the full food bowl inside of the cage. He sighed in annoyance and walked away with it, presumably going to throw away the old pellets and replace them with new ones. Not that it mattered in Henryâs eyes. They were always dry and disgusting, and he wasnât eating any longer.
He looked around the store, since his cage was placed at the very back he had a comfortable view of the entire thing. Despite being only one room, it was huge from his perspective, larger than a big football arena. Today seemed slower than usual. There were barely any customers. Three to be exact. A couple looking at some novelty junk, and a man at the end of the store. Was it a man? Henry wasnât quite sure about alien biology, especially considering none of them looked to be the same species. Come to think of it, he doesnât think heâs ever seen that type of alien before. He kept a small list in his head to pass the time, and there were a couple of regularly reoccurring species that came through, some of the less common ones, and then there were wildcards like the man in the back.
His skin was dark, and he had large pointed ears. His eyes were sharp and yellow, and unlike the store owner and most of the regular aliens, his eyes sat at the front of his face, rather than the sides, just like Henry himself. Itâs funny. He almost looked a little human if it werenât for some of his more alien-esque features. From where Henry was sitting, he actually didnât look half bad for a horrifying gigantic alien. His eyes seemed so cold and hyper-focused⊠And thatâs when Henry realized, much to his horror, that the giant had been eyeing him, staring at him intensely. And Henry had been staring back.
He quickly averted his gaze, feeling his heart skip a beat as a small dose of adrenaline rushed through his veins for the first time in what felt like forever. That was⊠Weird. Why did he react like that? He didnât think he had the energy to fear these creatures any longer. But something about him was making Henry nervous. Really nervous. Maybe it was the aliens' new and darker appearance. Maybe it was the way he seemed taller than most of the other aliens he had encountered. Maybe it was that cold stare⊠Or maybe it was the fact that forward-facing eyes only belonged to predators. Henry didnât know. But something about him didnât feel right. He turned to glance back at him only to bite his tongue and let out a muffled yelp as the alien now towered over his cage. Somehow, in the span of a couple of seconds, he had walked from the back of the store all the way to the cage in the front.Â
His eyes seemed to drill into Henry as he looked and inspected him. Henry had an even better look at his face from this angle. He could see that the alien looked more reptile-like than most, having two small slotted holes where his nose should be and his pupils were narrow slits rather than round balls like humans had. Henry looked up at him with his tired eyes. Usually, he would look away and be unresponsive to disinterest whatever customer had their eyes on him, but for whatever reason, he couldnât tear his eyes away from the alien.Â
He mustâve looked so pathetic. Small, and exhausted. Having to lean up against a corner to keep himself up. He hadnât looked in the mirror in quite a while but he could only imagine how messy his hair mustâve been, how heavy the eyebags under his eyes mustâve gotten, and he didnât even want to think about how pale and delicate he mustâve looked with how little he had been eating. For whatever reason, Henry felt ashamed. Like he was falling short under the judging eyes staring down at him.
Suddenly, Henry caught the slightest twitch of one of the aliens' long ears. He could see his eyes widen slightly for just a second, before he quickly walked off to a nearby shelf, looking at the different merchandise. It was only then that Henry picked up on the footsteps approaching his cage. He could see the store owner walking out with a new bowl of kibble and a basket of cleaning supplies. It was time for him to clean the cage. Henry prepared himself mentally as the store owner reached into the cage and pulled him out. The feeling of his leathery hands enveloping his tiny body made his skin crawl. Luckily it didnât last long since the store owner quickly set him down into a separate open plastic box on the register counter. He then turned around to the cage and began the process of cleaning it.Â
Just then, Henry saw the couple leave the shop and the reptilian man turned back around and faced him. He looked back to the shop owner, who had just emptied all the wood shavings and was scrubbing the cage clean, before looking back at Henry. After a few seconds, he swiftly approached the plastic container. It was truly impressive to see just how swift and soundless he was when he walked. Henry looked up at him with uncertainty and a small frown, and he swore he could see the manâs eyes soften just a little bit. He was lying on his side, too weak and shaky to try and crawl away from the descending hand that soon covered his entire vision. His breath hitched slightly when he felt the surprisingly soft fingers gingerly wrap around his sides before pulling him up and out of the plastic container.Â
He didnât know if this alien was extremely confident in his ability to go unnoticed or if he was just stupid, stealing a human mere feet away from the store owner. He debated making any sort of noise, but at this point, he honestly couldnât be bothered by what would happen to him. He could die at the hands of a mysterious stranger or in a glass pet cage⊠One of those felt at least more dignified and less pathetic, and it also came with the possibility of not dying, depending on this alienâs intentions.
He felt the warmth of the manâs hand envelop him, between that and the soft padded insides of the jacket pocket he was placed into, this was the most comfort heâd been provided with for weeks. He could feel the giant shift around, probably walking to exit the store. He was afforded a small window to the outside world through the pocket opening, and could see some of the other shitty products that lined the store walls as they walked out. However, his sight was robbed of him as the alien's hand once again blocked his view. Henry tensed up as it got closer, only to feel it gently cover him. At first, he was confused until he heard that voice he had despised for weeks.
âHave a great day, we hope to see you again soon!â It was so loud and near. They were walking past the store owner. Henry tensed up as he realized this, and the giant could probably tell since he started to stroke his back with his thumb oh so gently. Henry couldnât help but melt into the touch. By all means, he should be terrified. He had just been kidnapped⊠again. But is it really kidnapping if you get kidnapped away from a kidnapper??? Or would that be more of a rescue? Henry supposed it all had to do with the giant's intentions. He could be planning to torture and kill him for all he knew. But right now in this moment, he was handling him like he was the most delicate thing in the world, and that tenderness was something Henry needed desperately after three whole weeks of rough manhandling.
âHave a good day to you as well.â The giant spoke, Henry felt his breath hitch again as his heart skipped a beat. His voice was deep and velvety, he swore he could almost feel the base all the way down from his pocket. He felt the alien speed up a little once they were out of the store. He had stopped stroking Henryâs back and was now speed-walking somewhere. After a short while he sped up further, breaking into a jog. Henry let out a small yelp as the hand now enveloped him, still careful but holding him in place. It wasnât before long that he could hear the sound of a mechanical whirring followed by air pressure and steam release, most likely a spaceship door opening. Henryâs suspicions were confirmed when he felt them walk upwards, probably on a ramp. He could see some hints of LED lights peeking through the gaps in the pocket opening and soon enough he was pulled out.Â
Henry was set down in what appears to be the ship cup holder. The alien was using both hands to tap on buttons and pull levers that Henry could not begin to understand. Soon enough, the ship engine roared, and with the slow and precise pull on what appeared to be the startup leaver, the ship started taking off. Henry let out a small noise of displeasure when the alien suddenly covered the cup holder with his palm. However, Henry was thankful for it when only a mere second later, after pressing a button, the ship blasted off as if instantly and Henryâs body jerked backward. He probably would have fallen out of the cup had he not been covered.Â
The ship soon smoothed out into an unnoticeable yet fast speed. The alien slowly uncovered said cup holder and placed his hand on the wheel. Henry looked up at the giant and fiddled with his fingers. They were alone now⊠What should he do? Should he say hi? Why was this so awkward all of a sudden?!
The air was tense as none of them seemed willing to make the first move⊠The reality of what had just happened was starting to settle into Henry. Had he just left the safety of the store for some stranger? Dread started to seep into his stomach as he wondered what this giant was possibly planning to do with him.Â
Said Giant soon pressed another button on the spaceship panel before turning to look at Henry. He could probably see just how scared Henry was, considering his eyes once again softened just a little too much.
âHeyâŠâ He spoke, and it shook Henry to his core. Just then, sitting curled up in the cup holder, having this gigantic alien looming over him after having taken him so effortlessly, Henry felt truly small. Almost insignificant. As if nothing he could say, do, or think was worth anything. He remembered when he thought he was on top of it all, that there wasnât any predator that could harm him as long as he remained smart, only to find out that he was deemed as so uĂnsignificant that he was sold as a fucking novelty product⊠The alien above him could crush and dispose of him within a second, like how he would trap and dispose of mice and vermin that invaded his home back on Earth. He wondered if this was how they felt moments before he handed them over to the local pest control. His heart wept for them, for now, he knew just how it felt to be small.
He was pulled out of his thoughts as the giant slowly reached out and started stroking his arm with the back of his finger. Henry looked into his eyes only to see none of the previous sharpness, but rather nothing than affection and softness. âYouâre okay⊠Itâs okay. Youâre safe now. Iâm not gonna hurt you, alright?âÂ
âŠ
Looking down at the tiny human sitting in his cup holder, it was evident that he was terrified. The poor thing was shaking, and his eyes were wide as pinpricks. He hadnât done this in quite some time, not since he was a teenager. And even though it was a little messed up, seeing the shivering tiny almost brought Kazurix some sort of nostalgia. Most if not all of them reacted this way initially. And in the less extreme cases, Kazurix thought their little shaking forms were quite cute.Â
He continued to stroke to the little guys arm as gently as he could. The human was curled up, but it was quite clear he didn't have the strength to curl up completely. Just how malnourished was he? It was evident from his sickly appearance that he, like most humans, hadnât been taken care of very well. His skin was pale, eyes tired, and his blonde hair was tangled and matted. As soon as heâd calmed the human down, heâd get something to eat. Theyâd have to start slow, with some liquid food to not overwhelm his stomach, but after that, theyâd gradually be able to make their way into actual food. Itâs a good thing Kazurix always kept liquid food on him. As much as he told himself heâd stop doing this, he always kept some emergency rescue supplies.
He looked down at the trembling human. He didnât seem to be rejecting the physical touch. That was a good sign. But he wasnât responding either. The alien took a deep breath and tried something a little more direct.
âWhatâs your name?â He asked, prompting the little human to speak. He had to show that he wasnât a threat to him. He could see his eyebrows knit together as he processed the question. He seemed hesitant for a few seconds, but Kazurix remained patient.
ââŠH-HenryâŠâ The tiny squeaked out. Kazurix's heart almost melted. He had forgotten just how attached he got to these guys. He smiled softly, being careful not to show his teeth.
âItâs nice to meet you, Henry.â He spoke, continuing to stroke Henryâs arm. âMy name is Kazurix. But you can call me Kazu if the full name is too hard to pronounce.â The way he said his full name wasnât even really how you said it, he had to simplify the phonemes a lot since most humans couldnât pronounce it. Henry nodded at him. Every movement he made seemed to take so much effort on his part.Â
âDo you want something to eat? I have some nutrient paste that should give you some energy back without being too much for your stomach to handle.â He reassured him, standing up from his seat. His ear twitched as he picked up on the small gasp that had escaped the human once he stood up. He crouched down in front of the cup holder to be a little more on the humanâs level, while still keeping a little bit of a distance from him to give him some space.
âI⊠I-IâŠâ The human, Henry, started before resorting to a simple nod. Kazurix nodded back at him.
âAlright. Iâm going to pick you up now. Iâll be careful.â He warned before snaking his hands underneath and behind the human. He gingerly scooped the tiny one up into his palms. He was lying there, looking up at Kazurix with those big eyes. At least they werenât as wide as before. Now they were back to those tired, sad doe eyes that had single-handedly convinced Kazurix to take the human with him. He walked over to the small kitchen space on the ship and put Henry on the counter. He propped him up against the wall, ensuring he wouldnât fall to either side. Then he opened the cooling box and searched around for the nutrient paste. He wasnât sure where it was since he hadnât had to use it in so long. It was a good thing they lasted so longâŠ
Finally, he found the tube. He pulled it out. It was supposed to taste sweet. He hoped it did. Kazurix squeezed out a small dollop of the paste onto one of the small capsules left over from a bottle heâd thrown away, creating a small makeshift plate for the human so he didnât have to be hand-fed. He watched as Henry cautiously inspected the food before looking up at him.
âI donât have anything you could use as a spoon.â The human's eyes widened only a little before he shook his head.
âO-Oh! N-No, itâs okay! I- Uhm-â He took a shaky breath before reaching his shaky hand up. âI wasnât expecting any utensils⊠I wasnât even expecting any food at all.â Once he was handed the capsule he looked away. âThank youâŠâ Kazurix smiled.
âYouâre welcome.â He was once again reminded of why he did this so much. Most of them took a while to warm up to him, but once they did they were so sweet. He had nursed his fair share of humans back to health. Some of them were incredibly grateful, and some of them were reluctantly so. There were of course the poor humans who were so traumatized that they sadly never let their guard down around him, even after he proved himself as a non-threat. But he nonetheless cared for each and every one of them⊠Although, he was surprised as to how willing Henry had seemed to be. Usually, they were a lot more hesitant and afraid in the beginning, and while he was both of those things, Henry still thanked Kazurix politely and didnât put up a fight as he was picked up⊠He knew there was something about him the second he walked into that store.
He hadnât expected to rescue a human today, but fate was a funny thing. He had flown his sister and her girlfriend to the intergalactic travel center since the two of them were going on a little trip together. He knew he wouldâve run into one of those tourist shops eventually. It was inevitable at such a crossroads of different alien cultures and species, but his heart still dropped when he saw one. He figured they mustâve shut down the human souvenir section, right? The last time he rescued one of them was years ago, it had to have become outdated at this point, right? But alas, walking into the shop he was immediately greeted by a glass cage with a tiny human inside of it. His heart broke for the poor guy, leaned up into a corner of the cage and breathing shallowly. Two people were looking down at him and discussing him, so he took that time to slink past them and into the back of the store. It wasnât too far away from the cage since the store was quite small and narrow. That was bad.
He preferred to do rescues in larger stores, especially ones where the human section was tucked away between shelves and not out in the open. As the two left to look at some cheap garbage in the store, Kazurix wondered if he even could rescue this tiny. The store owner walked out to grab the bowl of food from the cage. It was full, meaning the human hadnât eaten. Not that it wasnât obvious given how scrawny he wasâŠÂ
Just as he was about to call it quits and leave, the human made eye contact with him. Kazurixâs species were known for their enhanced senses - There was a reason that despite having been found out multiple times while in the middle of a rescue, Kazurix had never been caught. Some would even go as far as to say he was an apex predator of sorts, but Kazurix didnât agree. He wouldnât be so foolish as to assume there weren't bigger fish out there⊠However, his enhanced eyesight helped him see all the details of the tinies face even from so far away. He looked tired, exhausted even, and he was indeed looking at Kazurix. His eyes were sad and round, he wondered how much life had previously been filled within them, only to be stripped away by forces out of his control.
Just then, those eyes widened and the tiny looked away. That was it. Kazurix didnât care if he got in trouble, or if this was as far away from the ideal rescue circumstances as possible, or if the tiny seemed to be one day away from death. He was going to save him⊠He was going to give him at least one last day of comfort.
Walking up to the cage, Kazurix could take in even more details of the pocket-sized man. He was dressed in a loose T-shirt and shorts. Probably unisized ones that the shop provided all the humans with. He was wearing a cheaper model of the universal translator collar. That was unusual for a shop this small, but convenient for Kazurix since he didnât have to worry about how to non-verbally explain what was going on to the human once they were out of there. Then, the human looked back only to yelp at the sudden appearance of Kazurix. Sometimes he could forget how light on his feet he was despite his size. It had always come so naturally to him, but apparently, some aliens thought it was freaky. He had to stop himself from laughing when he heard the small sound that escaped the human. He kept examining him, about to reach in and take him when he heard the footsteps of the owner. He had to wait for another opening.Â
He quickly walked to a nearby shelf, pretending to look at whatever junk they were selling. He could hear slight shuffling behind him, and once he heard the scooping of wooden chips he turned to the shop owner. He was cleaning out the cage⊠Looking around, he quickly found the human on the register counter. He crept over to him, being kept in a small plastic box. His heart broke when he saw just how powerless the little one was, lying on his side with a frown. Without hesitation, Kazurix reached into the box and picked the human up. Thatâs when he felt just how truly small he was. He had forgotten the tender feeling of holding someone smaller than your index finger, of just how utterly helpless they were to anything and anyone bigger than them, which was just about everyone. And thatâs why he needed to do this.
The little guy didnât even put up a fight. He was lying limply in his hand as he gently stuffed him into his open pocket. Walking by the store owner, Kazurix shielded the tiny using his hand. When the store owner spoke up and politely said goodbye to him, he could feel the poor human tense up in his pocket. He started stroking the little one tenderly, hoping to calm him down as he responded to the store owner, and quickly making his way out before he got busted.Â
Everything was so unplanned and happened so fast, and looking back at it, it was a miracle that they werenât caught. Kazurix was snapped back into reality when he heard Henry call out to him.
âHello? Uhm⊠KâŠKaru?â He asked. Kazurix looked back down at him, eyes now focused. He could see how the human seemed to squirm under his gaze. âCould I get some more food?â He seemed almost afraid to ask. Kazurix smiled down at him, squeezing out another dollop on the small makeshift plate.
âOf course⊠And,â he chuckled slightly, âitâs Kazu.â He smiled, but the humanâs face seemed to pale at his correction.
âO-Oh! I-Iâm sorry- I didnât mean-â Henry scrambled to explain himself. Kazurix simply smirked in amusement. Something about this tinie's nervousness was so charming to himâŠÂ
âItâs no big deal.â He stated simply as he went back to stroking Henryâs tiny back with his finger. âClose enough. Donât be nervous.â He smiled. The tiny paused, looking up at him hesitantly.
ââŠWhy are you doing this?â He asked in a quiet voice, almost a whisper.
âDoing what?â
âWhy did you take me? Wh-What are you going to do with me?â Kazurix could see the anxiety building up behind those eyes of his.
ââŠYou looked so weak, and sad. I couldnât just stand by without doing something.â He said. It was true if only a little simplified. Henry looked away, down at the pale brown paste dollop in front of him.
ââŠI want to go home.â His voice cracked, and Kazurixâs smile fell in an instant.
ââŠI know. Earth is⊠Quite far away from us.â He admitted, unsure if he could even get to earth from where they were right now. Not that he was going to tell Henry that. The human turned his face to the opposite side of Kazurix, but he managed to catch a glimpse of how glossy his eyes had gotten. Poor thing⊠He wouldnât blame him if he broke down right now, considering all he went through.
âHey?â Kazurix said softly. âLet me tell you something.â He moved a little closer. âIâll get you to Earth⊠Okay? I promise.â The tiny human turned his head back, and Kazurix could see the small drops of tears that had built up in his eyes.
âYou will?â Henry asked. Kazurix got a little closer once more.
âI willâŠâ He reached his hand forward, extending his pinkie finger. âAs soon as you feel better, Iâll take you to your home. I promise to protect you and escort you if youâll have me as your travel companion?â He flashed the human a tender smile. Henry looked away, but this time, Kazurix could see the slight blush that spread to his ears. He couldnât help but chuckle as the human grabbed his finger and shook it.
âY-Yeah⊠That sounds nice.â He picked the paste back up and went back to eating, not before muttering a small and meek: âThank youâŠâ
And so it was decided. Kazurix was going to help Henry back to earth, a venture that would probably take them months⊠But he wasnât about to drop that on Henry right now. Heâs had a draining day as is. Although Kazurix was a little ashamed to admit it, he was almost a little happy that the journey would take a while. Heâd be happy to get to know Henry more, and whatâs a better way to get to know each other than a couple of months in space? He was sure they could make a couple of stops on the way so Kazurix could show off some fun places to Henry. He wouldnât exactly be able to see them once he was dropped off on Earth anyway. He wouldnât let anything happen to him while they were enjoying themselves.
âOf course. Itâs my pleasure⊠Henry.â His name rolled nicely off his tongue. Itâs been a hot minute since heâs last pronounced a human name. He would no doubt say it a lot more from now on.
Oh, he could tell this was going to be a fun experience.
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It's a Fire Emblem Awakening fic, Inspired by @hopemakesstuff 's wonderful fic "Over My Head"
Though mine is written to be the opposite of Hope's fic in most ways!
Lastly a quick spoiler warning for Fire Emblem Awakening.
So with out further ado:
