"Bring him." A sultry voice commanded his clone, who stood next to him. Their new arrival had been dropped off, and it was time to welcome him upon his first step into this... wonderful institution.

Zeta, the clone, nodded, rolling his eyes and walking out of the office with his arms behind his back, an aura of authority. The other clones that were dealing with other patients turned or glanced briefly at Zeta. He gave them a look, informing them briefly the signal for help.

He reached the large double doors, pushing them open, only to be met by the cold snows of Snezhnaya. Before him was a sight to behold. Multiple agents (Anemo, Electro, Pyro, etc.) were fighting to keep one person under control. Their new patient.

The new guy, Zeta thought, could only be described as feral, if we were getting specific. The man's ears were pinned against his head, a tell tale sign of fear. Yet.. this patient had flipped over a fully trained fatui agent. The foxian was growling loudly, biting and snapping at the agents arms. Though his arms were pinned behind his back, there were numerous scratches on the visible parts of the Fatuus face and clothes.

"How interesting... backup!!" The clone yelled, turning his head to the inside of the clinic. The workers and other clones nodded to the order and quickly rushed outside. Some freezed, but at the sight rather than the biting cold winds.

This was getting bad by the second. The fighting foxian was hardly wearing anything except a thin kimono, which was slipping off his shoulders, and the corset around his waist holding it all together was loosening, showing his pale, bruised skin. He was cursing all of them in Inazuman but occasionally spoke in fluent Snezhnayian, speaking the same harsh words.

One doctor, Estrella, pushed through the shock and confusion, an air of calm and almost warmth in the freezing cold. She gently pushed the agents away, who looked at her with an 'are you insane?' look. The woman just smiled at the new patient, who's slitted eyes narrowed at her presence. However, he was no longer growling, only backing up slowly back towards the carriage. That also went she noticed a middle-aged woman, who bare the same features as her son, but dared not to look in the feral boy's eyes.

"Okasan...please...I-I didn't mean to...don't leave me...I'm sorry.. I'm sorry..." The patient cried out as his exhausted body fell into the snow. He landed on his knees, globs of fat tears rolling down his face. He kept muttering heartfelt 'sorry's' to his mother but was met with rejection and the carriage door being closed in his face. This only caused him to sob harder and curl up in the snow. "Mama...p-please...I'll be good... I promise I will..."

Estrella could only watch the scene with a small grimace on her face. She knelt down next to the crying man, carefully running her hand up and down his bare and scarred back. Instead of growling, she was met with a strangled sob, and his body relaxed at the gentle touch. A kind he hadn't received in years.

"What is going on here?" A voice came from behind the two of them. Estrella looked up to see one of her bosses. A man with dark hair, sharp eyes, and prominent cat features. Akira. Or better yet, the 9th harbinger. "I was called here, only to find you growing soft. Disgraceful."

The woman rolled her eyes, not giving his comment the time of day. The man looked up to Akira, his eyes red, but softened as soon as their gazes met. Something set the taller off. He found himself in the snow, kneeling next to the two, holding his arms out for the foxian.

He obliged, crawling in the stranger's arms and curling up under the thick jacket.

"And what might your name be?" Akira asked softly, running his gloved fingers through the tangles of the other's light purple hair.

"My...name...is Kuya..." He replied, inhaling Akira's cologne.

"Ah, I see..." Akira replied, looking down to face the new arrival. Kuya looked up at him curiously, focusing on the bare spot on Akira's neck. Akira noticed what he was looking at and immediately frowned. "Now now, good kits don't dare to bite superiors, yes?"

"I..." His mind went blank after being caught. "S-Sorry...sir..."

Akira's face softened a little once more. "We're going to take a little nap, okay Kuya? When we wake up, we're not going to be scared. Promise me."

"W-What do you mean?!" Kuya started to panic. Don't be scared...? What was going to happen to him...?

"Shh...go for a nap." Akira whispered, pressing somewhat firmly behind Kuya's ears.

"But I don't-.....wanna..." Kuya's voice trailed off. He felt his consciousness going. Just what was this atranger doing...and how...? Kuya attempted to fight back, clawing at Akira's gloved fingers, but he couldn't keep awake as his arms went limp to his sides. His eyes rolled behind his head and closed. He was out cold.

"Good...it'll be alright.." He removed his fingers and sighed, scooping the man up into his arms.

It shouldn't have been that easy to pick him up, but it was. That was concerning. He made a mental note to place that on the report later.

Estrella snickered at the sight, getting up with the two of them. "Getting soft, am I?"

Akira glared at her, his hold tightening on the person in his grasp.

"How did you even do that anyway?"

"Pressure point behind the ears of all humans and half-breeds. Or... whatever he is. Boxers use it for a knockout. It's called the knockout vein. Enough pressure, and it knocks something out in an instant.

"Hm. Didn't know you had that type of knowledge."

"Thank Dottore. Everyone inside now! I don't pay you to stand there and watch!"

The employees scurried off. The clones just walked back inside, likely going to assist in the writing of the report on their end.

Akira and Estrella walked back inside with the newest addition. They knew now that they were in for a wild ride for this one.

~~~

The Doctor - -Asa_No_Y0ru-

Akira - T0TALLY_N0T_AKiRA

Estrella - Shirleyis_okay

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