Who: Caleb and Katou What: Caleb helps Katou out in a fight When: First week of March sometime Where: A back alley Ratings/Warnings: Teenish, language, violence and allusions to drug use Status: Complete
The fist slammed against Katou’s face and he only managed to stay on his feet because he’d gone crashing into the wall. Not that he was down for the count, though he was a little dazed. Dazed enough that he didn’t manage to do anything to stop the fist as it slammed into his stomach.
Maybe sleeping with Darren’s girlfriend hadn’t been the best idea - not when the guy was on the football team with all his little football groupies - but she’d come onto him, and anyway, he’d been pretty sure that if Darren chose to make something of it, Katou would have the rest of his gang there as backup.
He definitely hadn’t expected Darren to apparently follow Katou around until he was alone. How else could he possibly have found Katou in this alley if that wasn’t the case.
“That the best you got?” Katou asked, spitting on Darren’s shoe. “Come on, my sister hits harder than that.” He was ready when Darren came again, managing to knock the football player’s fist aside with his left hand and clip him on the chin with his right hand, but then one of Darren’s friends grabbed him and pinned his arms behind him.
Caleb was minding his own business, walking back to his apartment after work. However as he walked he heard a commotion in the alley. His curiosity getting the better of him Caleb went to have a closer look. It looked like there were three guys going after one. Caleb didn’t know the circumstances but that didn’t matter. It wasn’t a fair fight.
Wasting no time he walked up to the guy that had the other guy pinned. He yanked him off the other guy, winding uCaleb didn’t bother arguing that he probably couldn’t have handled it. Which was for the best, especially since the guy seemed to realize it himself. And almost thank him even. “Three guys is a lot for any person,” Caleb replied with a shrug. If had just been a one on one fight he would had just kept walking.
His brow furrowed at the next statement. “Nothing,” Caleb replied, honestly. He wasn’t the type that expected things in return. Which was probably how he ended up with Catra living with him for free. “If you don’t want it though, I can just go…” even though he knew he would feel guilty for it. p for a punch. Caleb knocked the guy hard enough in the jaw that he staggered backward. Then one of the others came after him. Caleb punched that guy right in the nose, it made a loud crack.
“Fuck,” the guy practically cried out recoiling backward and holding his hands over his nose.
Katou wasn’t really sure what had happened, and it took him to notice that another player had entered the fight, another moment to realize that the other player was on Katou’s side. He wasn’t about to question his luck. Reinvigorated by the change in fortunes, Katou grinned, tackled Darren to the ground, and managed to get a couple hits to the jaw in before Darren managed to throw him off.
“Fuck this,” Darren snapped, and then, “Come on,” to his friends. It didn’t take them long to take off, and Katou laid there, sprawled on his back on the alley floor, managing something that resembled a laugh through his panting.
Caleb shook his hand out. It was a bit sore after that punch. But oh well. Once the oher’s were gone he walked over to the guy on the ground, holding out his other hand to help him up if needed. “You alright?”
Katou was still laughing when he took Caleb’s hand and pulled himself to his feet. He wasn’t quite steady on them, and he stumbled into the wall, leaning against it with his shoulder. His head swam, and his face and his stomach hurt. “You just came out of fucking nowhere, man,” Katou said, grinning a bit, trying to focus on Caleb’s face. “I don’t know you, do I?”
Caleb noticed how unsteady the guy was on his feet and frowned. “No,” he replied. “Just didn’t seem like a fair fight.” Hopefully no one was able to describe him though. That wouldn’t go over well with his PO. “You, uh, need some help getting home?”
“I coulda handled it,” Katou muttered, and then frowned at the obvious lie. Even he didn’t believe that. “Though, I guess I appreciate the assist.” He frowned a little at the question, glancing around the alley. If push came to shove, he could likely find a private corner here to sleep it off, but he did have his warehouse. His warehouse with his guitar, and all his stuff.
He flexed his fingers, wondering if he’d even be playing guitar tonight.
“That depends on what you want for it,” Katou answered after a moment. Maybe he owed this guy, but it wasn’t like he’d asked for help in the fight and so he didn’t have to pay up if he didn’t want to. He wasn’t about to go asking for favours without knowing the price.
Caleb didn’t bother arguing that he probably couldn’t have handled it. Which was for the best, especially since the guy seemed to realize it himself. And almost thank him even. “Three guys is a lot for any person,” Caleb replied with a shrug. If had just been a one on one fight he would have just kept walking.
His brow furrowed at the next statement. “Nothing,” Caleb replied, honestly. He wasn’t the type that expected things in return. Which was probably how he ended up with Catra living with him for free. “If you don’t want it though, I can just go…” even though he knew he would feel guilty for it.
Katou frowned, eyeing Caleb for a moment, trying to decide if he could be trusted. But frankly, everything hurt and Katou wanted nothing more than to just curl up, take a hit, and pass out for the night. He wanted his pillow and his blanket, and he didn’t have any of that with him now.
“I can probably make it on my own, but I guess I wouldn’t mind the company,” Katou muttered. “I ain’t too far from here anyway.”
Caleb could the guy debating whether or not to come with him. Caleb couldn’t blame him. He would be the same way. It was almost a matter of pride. But clearly the guys injuries won out.
“Of course,” Caleb replied. He would let the other guy have his pride. Though he still stepped close enough for the other man to lean on him if he needed it. “Which way?”
It was embarrassing how much Katou ended up needing to lean on the guy in order to stay on his feet. If he cared more, he might have worried about getting blood on the helpful stranger’s clothes, but frankly, all Katou cared about was getting home and self-medicating some of this pain away. He’d be fine after a night’s sleep.