5 Times Hermann Wasn't a Monster

During his entire life Hermann has been called a monster, even if he never acted like one. Except that one time he did.
==Meta==
Notes: 
For pickleplum.
This idea hit me today in the bus and thanks to my new phone I got half of it done even before I reached home! :D
The weird formatting is because I don't know how to fix the phone's formating here. But it's onlt the first two parts, the rest looks fine D:
As usual, this fic belongs to the universe created by pickleplum and will be better understood if you are acquainted with their series Owl and Dragon.
Related work: Not Everyone Agrees () | Inhuman () | Tutor () | Constants ()
(Originally posted here.)
==Text==
===Inhuman===
5 Times Hermann Wasn't a Monster: One; revised by "Inhuman". 
He didn't even know what the word means when he was first called it. He actually thought it was a cute word for "son", since he always heard it hushed in his father's voice or read it in his mother's lips when they were talking abou thim. He was seven when he found out its true meaning. Dietrich and Karla were watching one of those japanese series with big robots and weird creatures when he heard it. The hero in red divesuit j ust looked at their enemy and said " We'll defeat you , m onster!" 
Dietrich cheered and Karla faked uninterest but her eyes shone when t he girl in yellow uniform gave a really cool but unrealistic kick in one of t he creatures . 
Hermann didn't understand why t he heroes were calling t heir fo e with such a tender term . Frowning , h e poked h is brother's arm and asked " Trich , why a re they calling this creatures 'monster s '?" 
Dietrich looked d own at him confused . " Because that's what they a re , Manny ." He sa id , rising h is eye brows. Hermann's reaction wasn't one h e was expecting : h e suddenly looked as confused as a 7 year old could which was unusual for him . " Manny , do you know what 'monster' mean ?" 
Hermann looked between mortified and doubtful . By their side , Karla finally spoke , eyes not leaving t he screen : "Monster " She s aid. " Is this kind of thing . Ugly , evil , unhuman things ." 
She squealed when Dietrich punched her in t he arm . She turned to face h im with fire burning in her eyes, but it died quickly when she saw Hermann's small figure quickly leaving t he room , wings flapping uselessly trying to make him move faster away from t he ugly , unhuman truth . 
===Fifth One===
5 Times Hermann Wasn't a Monster: Two; revised by "Tutor". 
Please see "Fifth One". 
===Corrections===
5 Times Hermann Wasn't a Monster: Three; revised by "Constants". 
Please see "Corrections". 
===White Lines=== 
"5 Times Hermann Wasn't a Monster": Four; revised by "Lines". 
Please see "White Lines". 
===Monster Movie=== 
5 Times Hermann Wasn't a Monster: Five
Please see "Thunderstorms".
===Plus===
5 Times Hermann Wasn't a Monster: Plus One
He was tired and frustrated and at least once in his life he wanted to use this as an excuse. The last Kaiju attack had been vicious like none before. They almost lost a Jaeger and one of the pilots was terribly injur ed . He was in his worst mood since he left his Father's house. T he kind of mood in which he doesn't want to deal with Newton. 
But of course that was the exact day Newt decides to cross the line. Literally. 
The biologist had spent his whole afternoon away, which was great while it lasted. But as soon as he came back, Newt went straight to Hermann's side of the lab, all giggly and excited. 
"Hermy ! You'll never guess what I just did!" He was skipping from foot to foot in a very cartoonish way. Hermann sighed deeply and looked at him, trying his best to show in his face how dangerous he w as to deal with at that moment. "Yeah, so, since you'll never guess right, I'll be nice and spare you the effort." 
He got ridiculously closer, invading Hermann's personal space like he belonged there. Then he unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled his sleeve up, revealing a mosaic of greys in his skin. Hermann frowned, Newt always looked like the kind of person that would want to make a tattoo but would never get around to actually doing it. 
The smaller man's forearm was still covered in plastic film, straight from the parlor. For a split second Hermann felt proud to be the first one Newt showed his tattoos to, but when he realized the subject depicted he felt his stomach drop and burn. He stood up abruptly, cane falling from its usual place hooked at the desk's edge. 
"What exactly does this mean, Doctor Geiszler ?" He towered over Newt, who looked absolutely surprised. "Are you out of your kaiju groupie mind? Don't you know people wake up everyday fearing it could be their last because of these... monsters? Don't you know what we do here?!" 
His neck was straining, tendons t ight and high under his firmly clenched jaw. His teeth were gritting and he felt a vein pulsing in his temple. His usually pale cheeks were red and hot with anger. 
"I don't even know anymore why are you here. You're always playing and being obnoxious and inconvenient. I lost count of how many damage you made to our lab with your slushing entrails and barely contained fumes. And now, to top this all, you just made yourself a walking monument to the very beings you should be helping to destroy! This is not even ridiculous anymore, Newton..." 
His chest was wav ing and his heart was pumping so hard he was afraid his fragile ribs wouldn't resist. He took a deep breath through his nose and looked down at Newton who was a perfect picture of confusion and hurt. In any other day he'd feel terrible and apologize immediately. But today he couldn't help but to feel a little better looking at Newt's hurtful expression. 
He pivoted with as much grace as he could muster and picked his cane before limping out of the lab. By the time he reached his bedroom, the anger had faded and all the stress and frustration turned into a bone deep tiredness. When he finally took his clothes and binds off he felt like sleeping for a whole day. 
Before he could lay down, his eye caught in the reflexive surface of his notebook's screen. He saw his ghostly grey form, bones and sad eyes under disheveled wings. The memory of Newt's face struck him hard and if he wasn't so utterly tired he'd put the binds back and get dressed again just to go beg for his friend's forgiveness. 
But as he was, all he could do was forcefully close his eyes and go to sleep, knowing full well what a monster he was.
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