Alpha's, Instincts & Undead Oh My!

Endings Have Beginnings

Waking up alone in an apocalypse had become a norm for the blond, but waking up in a slight haze with the reminisce of someone else's seed, all over him...... was not. He vaguely remembered going into a sudden heat, then hearing the sound of someone or something climbing into his apartment.... Then, just feelings.

The feeling of fear, then a warm calmness.

The feeling of being empty, then fuller then he'd ever been.

The feeling of finally being whole, complete and with someone after being alone for so long.....

He wanted to believe it was all nothing more than a bad dream, but after lifting the sheets, he could literally see himself covered in the evidence. Seeing the white flakes of semen mixed with dried blood made tears form in his eyes. He'd promised himself to an Alpha when he was a child and although it was a child's promise and likely long forgotten by the Alpha himself, he had wanted to stay pure all the way to the afterlife when maybe they could finally be together.

Now it all seemed moot.

Wiping away his unshed tears with the back of his fist he glared and clenched his hands into his sheets till they turned white. There was no sense crying over what had already happened. Taking a deep and calming breath, he released his hands and got up from his soiled bed with a wince, then made his way over to the small basin of water to wash himself off as best he could.

He had known an Alpha's knot could quell a heat faster, but thus far, he'd avoided it, having shut himself in whenever he felt the sting of it coming, not wanting to give into that side of him in favour of his dream Alpha. This time however, his heat had hit him so suddenly while he was up working on the rooftop garden.

It started when an amazing scent had blown up on the wind. He had obviously forgotten to seal all the windows shut when he'd hightailed it back inside, because it resulted in a passing Alpha smelling him and following the scent till they found him.

Having finished cleaning himself up and dressing, the blond stripped his bed and dumped the soiled sheets in the hamper, to be dealt with later. Wandering into the kitchen Naruto smiled upon seeing his parents by the window.

"Morning mum, morning dad," he greeted, walking straight over to them. "Sorry I'm up late, had a rough night, ya know," he blanched, but quickly pushed the thought away. "I'll get you two something to eat straight after cleaning you guys up a bit." He grinned, grabbing a cloth and dampening it a bit.

He dragged the damp cloth delicately over each leaf of the two plants, making sure there was no dust hindering their ability to absorb the sun's rays or spots that might indicate some sort of illness in the plants. As he did so, he talked to them the whole time, everything from his plans for the day, to anything else that popped into his mind.

Once he was satisfied that his parental plants were healthy, he watered them then started on his chores.

After losing his mother when she went on a scavenging run, then his father who went looking for her, Naruto had taken to caring for plants that reminded him of them. He'd found the two plants in someone's abandoned greenhouse several years prior when he went out after his father. For some reason, he'd known the moment he saw both plants that resemble them so much, that they were both gone. After that he made it his mission, that if he could keep the plants alive, he too would be able to survive.

His mother was a small red rose bush, kept small on purpose making her small but thick and prickly - just like her personality -, with a single flower in constant bloom, while his father was a luscious yellow tulip with strong, thick green leaves.

Growing up, his mother always told him, 'It's the little things in life that can keep us sane.' and she wasn't wrong. If it hadn't been for his adoptive parental parents, he'd likely have gone insane already from their absence.