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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Gunter’s POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I heard my one rooster crow, signaling that it was time to get up. I yawned and blinked, stretching out my arms and curling them around the warm body in front of me.

Wait, warm body?

My eyes shot open and I flew to my feet onto the floor and looked at the sleeping girl that was previously next to me. I quick grabbed the paper bag next to my bed and breathed into it rhythmically, trying to calm myself down from the shock.

Once I caught my breath, I looked at the girl again and remembered how she got there. I stumbled into the living room and rushed out the front door.

“Tess! Tess kommen!” I called in German. A small white dove fluttered onto my outstretched finger. “Gut liebling…” I cooed to it. I went to the table on my porch and wrote a quick small note, then attached it to the bird’s leg. Holding it close, I whispered the name the note was for and let Tess go.

I watched the bird fly quickly in the direction I sent it, then I walked back into the house. “Oh ja, I still have to clean up ze mess in ze kitchen…”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~back to you reader~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You rolled over and found Gunter missing to your great surprise. “He’s not a very good jailer.” You mumbled to yourself. You sat up and looked around for your backpack, but didn’t see it anywhere. Sighing, you got up and walked out of the room and into the living room where Gunter sat on the couch with a large white hen on his lap.

For a minute, you stood and watched him talk to it lovingly in German, unaware of your presents. You wanted to leave him alone but your growling stomach caught his attention. Out of surprise, he squeezed the chicken into a tight hug, making her squawk in surprise.

“G-G-Guten Morgen! I-I didn’t know ven you vere planning to vake!” he explained and he stroked the chicken nervously.

“Um, what time is it?” you asked.

“Almost mid-day, sure feels like you slept forever.” He shrugged.

“Let me guess, you were up at the crack of dawn.”

“V-vell not exactly, I get up ven ze cock crows.”

“The…what?”

“Cock, you know, rooster.”

“O-oh…”

“Vat?”

“Nothing, it just… that word isn’t used for what it used to anymore.”

“Vat do you mean?”

“NOTHING. Anyways, what's for breakfast?”

“Lunch you mean?” Gunter smirked slightly.

“Sure and why did you bring the chicken in the house?”

“You two ‘ve met before, zis is Edwina.” He smiled as he stroked the chicken’s breast. “She’s ze vone you followed here. Anyvays, you vant food zen?”

After a rather organic meal, Gunter asked if you wanted to come meet the rest of his chickens. You followed him questioningly and watched as he jumped off the porch and onto the ground with ease.

You looked over the edge to see about a ten-foot drop. “Um, Gunter?” you called, making him turn around.

“Vhat? Just jump down.” He called back.

“Hello! Human on board! I’ll break my leg!” you yelled down in annoyance.

He stared at you for the longest time and set down the chicken in his arms. “Um…really?” he asked as he scratched the back of his head.

“YES! What, have you not had live human company for…” Gunter raised his eyebrows at you, making you stop mid-sentence. “Oh…right probably not.”

He smiled quietly and looked away for a second shyly. He held out his arms to you, like a parent calling for its child to jump.

You rolled you eyes and sat on the ledge, looking down to his armored outstretched arms.
“Vell?” he smiled pleasantly.

“For someone who hates people, you sure seem to be happy I’m here.” You smirked back, making him blush.

“D-do you vant down or vhat?”

“Just promise you won’t scratch me with your claws!” you took a deep breath and pushed off the of the ledge. You felt yourself plow into his chest, but he remained firm and held you close, spinning you around to ease some of the momentum. Upon seeing how close your face was to his though, he shoved you away harshly.

“C-chickens are zis vay…” he said quietly as he walked passed you. You smirked to his reaction and followed him.

You followed him from under the house and to the back where a nice sized chicken coop sat, with a group of white chickens huddled together outside, scratching at the ground and gobbling up grass.

“Meine Lieblinge~” Gunter called to them lovingly. They all perked up and swarmed his feet, clucking excitedly.

“How many do you have?” you asked as you tried to not trip on them.

“Twenty-four or so.” He smiled, speaking soft German to the birds.

“Do they all have names?”

“Of course, zis vwones Edith, und here’s Adela, Irma, Gundula…”

“Weird names, why don’t you name one Stacy or something?”

“Stacy? Now zats a veird name. I do have an Anastasia zough.”

“Still prefer chicken company over your own kind?”

The two of you turned to the new voice to see a brunette fellow with long hair tied in a loose ponytail. He wore a black tank top that was a bit too short so his belly showed a bit from his low slung jeans. His dark blue eyes seemed to smirk at you and he had gold hoops in his ears. He had a short black glove on his left hand and another glove that reached up to his elbow, with multiple holes on one side of it.

Gunter stood quickly and ran to the fellow, hugging him tightly. “André! You came!”

“Of course, the Bad Lag Trio sticks together and supports each other. So where is your little prisoner?” André looked past Gunter to see you being trampled by the chickens who were trying to follow their ‘mother hen’. “You didn’t say it was a chika!” André blinked.

“Bad Lag Trio?” you asked as you stood.

“It’s kind of a pun off our names, Louis, André and Gunter. Also, we’re generally pretty behind times, so it’s like we all have a lag, get it? Hermit boy here is proof of that.” The newcomer told you.

“If he’s such a hermit, then how is he handling all this company?” you asked. You and André stared at each other for a split second before looking to where Gunter was, to find him breathing rhythmically into a paper bag.

“I’ll be fine in a second!” he called over quickly.

“Does he have social anxiety or something?” you asked André.

“Oh yeah, quite severely.” André sighed.

“So why did he call you over?”

“He doesn’t know how to deal with people in general, let alone a woman. He became a hermit cause people would try to burn him at the stake just for his eye color. Hey Gun, didja tell her how you got your tears?”

“Shut up, I’m trying to breath!” Gunter hissed.

“Tears?” You asked.

“That’s what we call the scars on his face. They look like tears, don’t they? Has he shown you his other scars?”

“André!” Gunter spat angrily then went back to breathing.

“So…when does he plan to go back to civilization?” you asked.

“Chika, if you knew anything about our past, you’d know why he became a hermit in the first place.”

“ ‘OUR past?’ meaning you’re involved? Who are you anyways?” you asked.

“André. Gunter, Louis and I grew up together. We were all kidnapped from our parents and force to be cabin boys on a pirate ship. I was the first, then came Gunter, then Louis. I am still not sure what the captain had against the French, but Louis was his favorite punching back.”

“Oh, poor guy.”

“Yeah, ze captain vas razer fond of his broken glass encrusted vhip.” Gunter growled quietly. “Ze fact zat any of us survived his wrath vas a miracle.”

“His whip had broken glass in it…?” you asked in horror.

“Broken glass, barbed wire, small pieces of obsidian, you name it. Wanna see our scars from it?” André smirked.

“André please!” Gunter pled to his friend.

“You said so in your letter that you planed to keep her a while, so you might as well let her know what you’ve been through, so she gets a better idea why you act the way you do.”

“But-”

“Do you want my help or not? Cause I can tell you right now I didn’t come out here full speed for nothing.”

Gunter’s ears turned back like a cat when upset as he looked at you.

“Want me to give you two a moment?” André asked.

“Uh, it’s fine. It vould probably be better to have you here anyvays, my memory’s not perfect. Let’s all go into ze house first, zere is alvays hunters around zat might be listening.”

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Gunter’s POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I heard my one rooster crow, signaling that it was time to get up. I yawned and blinked, stretching out my arms and curling them around the warm body in front of me.

Wait, warm body?

My eyes shot open and I flew to my feet onto the floor and looked at the sleeping girl that was previously next to me. I quick grabbed the paper bag next to my bed and breathed into it rhythmically, trying to calm myself down from the shock.

Once I caught my breath, I looked at the girl again and remembered how she got there. I stumbled into the living room and rushed out the front door.

“Tess! Tess kommen!” I called in German. A small white dove fluttered onto my outstretched finger. “Gut liebling…” I cooed to it. I went to the table on my porch and wrote a quick small note, then attached it to the bird’s leg. Holding it close, I whispered the name the note was for and let Tess go.

I watched the bird fly quickly in the direction I sent it, then I walked back into the house. “Oh ja, I still have to clean up ze mess in ze kitchen…”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~back to you reader~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You rolled over and found Gunter missing to your great surprise. “He’s not a very good jailer.” You mumbled to yourself. You sat up and looked around for your backpack, but didn’t see it anywhere. Sighing, you got up and walked out of the room and into the living room where Gunter sat on the couch with a large white hen on his lap.

For a minute, you stood and watched him talk to it lovingly in German, unaware of your presents. You wanted to leave him alone but your growling stomach caught his attention. Out of surprise, he squeezed the chicken into a tight hug, making her squawk in surprise.

“G-G-Guten Morgen! I-I didn’t know ven you vere planning to vake!” he explained and he stroked the chicken nervously.

“Um, what time is it?” you asked.

“Almost mid-day, sure feels like you slept forever.” He shrugged.

“Let me guess, you were up at the crack of dawn.”

“V-vell not exactly, I get up ven ze cock crows.”

“The…what?”

“Cock, you know, rooster.”

“O-oh…”

“Vat?”

“Nothing, it just… that word isn’t used for what it used to anymore.”

“Vat do you mean?”

“NOTHING. Anyways, what's for breakfast?”

“Lunch you mean?” Gunter smirked slightly.

“Sure and why did you bring the chicken in the house?”

“You two ‘ve met before, zis is Edwina.” He smiled as he stroked the chicken’s breast. “She’s ze vone you followed here. Anyvays, you vant food zen?”

After a rather organic meal, Gunter asked if you wanted to come meet the rest of his chickens. You followed him questioningly and watched as he jumped off the porch and onto the ground with ease.

You looked over the edge to see about a ten-foot drop. “Um, Gunter?” you called, making him turn around.

“Vhat? Just jump down.” He called back.

“Hello! Human on board! I’ll break my leg!” you yelled down in annoyance.

He stared at you for the longest time and set down the chicken in his arms. “Um…really?” he asked as he scratched the back of his head.

“YES! What, have you not had live human company for…” Gunter raised his eyebrows at you, making you stop mid-sentence. “Oh…right probably not.”

He smiled quietly and looked away for a second shyly. He held out his arms to you, like a parent calling for its child to jump.

You rolled you eyes and sat on the ledge, looking down to his armored outstretched arms.
“Vell?” he smiled pleasantly.

“For someone who hates people, you sure seem to be happy I’m here.” You smirked back, making him blush.

“D-do you vant down or vhat?”

“Just promise you won’t scratch me with your claws!” you took a deep breath and pushed off the of the ledge. You felt yourself plow into his chest, but he remained firm and held you close, spinning you around to ease some of the momentum. Upon seeing how close your face was to his though, he shoved you away harshly.

“C-chickens are zis vay…” he said quietly as he walked passed you. You smirked to his reaction and followed him.

You followed him from under the house and to the back where a nice sized chicken coop sat, with a group of white chickens huddled together outside, scratching at the ground and gobbling up grass.

“Meine Lieblinge~” Gunter called to them lovingly. They all perked up and swarmed his feet, clucking excitedly.

“How many do you have?” you asked as you tried to not trip on them.

“Twenty-four or so.” He smiled, speaking soft German to the birds.

“Do they all have names?”

“Of course, zis vwones Edith, und here’s Adela, Irma, Gundula…”

“Weird names, why don’t you name one Stacy or something?”

“Stacy? Now zats a veird name. I do have an Anastasia zough.”

“Still prefer chicken company over your own kind?”

The two of you turned to the new voice to see a brunette fellow with long hair tied in a loose ponytail. He wore a black tank top that was a bit too short so his belly showed a bit from his low slung jeans. His dark blue eyes seemed to smirk at you and he had gold hoops in his ears. He had a short black glove on his left hand and another glove that reached up to his elbow, with multiple holes on one side of it.

Gunter stood quickly and ran to the fellow, hugging him tightly. “André! You came!”

“Of course, the Bad Lag Trio sticks together and supports each other. So where is your little prisoner?” André looked past Gunter to see you being trampled by the chickens who were trying to follow their ‘mother hen’. “You didn’t say it was a chika!” André blinked.

“Bad Lag Trio?” you asked as you stood.

“It’s kind of a pun off our names, Louis, André and Gunter. Also, we’re generally pretty behind times, so it’s like we all have a lag, get it? Hermit boy here is proof of that.” The newcomer told you.

“If he’s such a hermit, then how is he handling all this company?” you asked. You and André stared at each other for a split second before looking to where Gunter was, to find him breathing rhythmically into a paper bag.

“I’ll be fine in a second!” he called over quickly.

“Does he have social anxiety or something?” you asked André.

“Oh yeah, quite severely.” André sighed.

“So why did he call you over?”

“He doesn’t know how to deal with people in general, let alone a woman. He became a hermit cause people would try to burn him at the stake just for his eye color. Hey Gun, didja tell her how you got your tears?”

“Shut up, I’m trying to breath!” Gunter hissed.

“Tears?” You asked.

“That’s what we call the scars on his face. They look like tears, don’t they? Has he shown you his other scars?”

“André!” Gunter spat angrily then went back to breathing.

“So…when does he plan to go back to civilization?” you asked.

“Chika, if you knew anything about our past, you’d know why he became a hermit in the first place.”

“ ‘OUR past?’ meaning you’re involved? Who are you anyways?” you asked.

“André. Gunter, Louis and I grew up together. We were all kidnapped from our parents and force to be cabin boys on a pirate ship. I was the first, then came Gunter, then Louis. I am still not sure what the captain had against the French, but Louis was his favorite punching back.”

“Oh, poor guy.”

“Yeah, ze captain vas razer fond of his broken glass encrusted vhip.” Gunter growled quietly. “Ze fact zat any of us survived his wrath vas a miracle.”

“His whip had broken glass in it…?” you asked in horror.

“Broken glass, barbed wire, small pieces of obsidian, you name it. Wanna see our scars from it?” André smirked.

“André please!” Gunter pled to his friend.

“You said so in your letter that you planed to keep her a while, so you might as well let her know what you’ve been through, so she gets a better idea why you act the way you do.”

“But-”

“Do you want my help or not? Cause I can tell you right now I didn’t come out here full speed for nothing.”

Gunter’s ears turned back like a cat when upset as he looked at you.

“Want me to give you two a moment?” André asked.

“Uh, it’s fine. It vould probably be better to have you here anyvays, my memory’s not perfect. Let’s all go into ze house first, zere is alvays hunters around zat might be listening.”