[fic]Feline Elegance (1/2)
Title : Feline Elegance (1/2)
Author : hochrot_engel
Rating : NC-17
Genre : AU…and smut…and perhaps my poor attempt of NOT writing PWP
Pairing: Hayato/Yuya
Disclaimer : I have the courage to say they’re mine…but I’d be killed by then.
Summary : Hayato takes a stray kitten for care, which one night turns into human for him to use as his wish in return of his kindness.
A.N.: especially for vani13’s bday. Sorry this comes late…And I can’t believe I write Hayato/Yuya. For REAL. Forgive me Ryu. Forgive me Akki. *_* And this fic is pretty much based on Takashima Kazusa’s Kingyou Hime.
“Meow…” the kitten mewled and purred, trying its best to touch the boy’s heart for shelter under the showers of rainfall.
Hayato watched the little fur ball intently. He was never a cat-admirer, or perhaps every kind of animals in general, so it wouldn’t be that easy to make him take the stray kitty for a pet, no matter how hard the cat tried to put its best ‘please-take-me’ look.
After giving the cat one last glance, he turned away and continued his path, before a car passed him in quite a speed, almost soaking him in the water its tires splashed. He cursed inwardly before the thought of the kitten was brought into his mind. Then he turned and found the cat drenched wet, purring uncontrollably. Not surprising.
Sighing, he walked to it again before picking it up and drying him with his hankie. After turning its box upside down to pour the water out, he put the little creature back in it. Placing his umbrella down to protect it from the pouring rain, he finally bid the fur ball adieu.
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“Meow…” the kitten jumped out from its box and started snuggling itself against Hayato’s leg. He sighed; apparently it was a wrong choice to pass the same street again. Without further ado, he grabbed it by the collar and put it back into the same old box before taking his umbrella back and ready to leave. But what thin luck he had; the kitten leaped out and began to follow him. Whenever he sped up his pace, the kitten did so too. Whenever he stopped, it did as well. And whenever he turned to threw glares at it, it tried to put its cutest beaming face on…if it could beam. Hayato sworn that it seemed to be able to, though.
When every effort seemed futile, Hayato RAN.
Never in his mind had he thought that it could keep up with him. But in fact, it could.
Now this is surprising.
After running for what seemed like hours, he stopped for air and glanced at the cat. True that its big, round, beady eyes looked weary, but definitely still ready to chase him wherever he went to. It was time for a little talk, Hayato thought. He crouched before it, saying, “Sorry, I can’t keep you. So you really should stop following me, ok?”
It purred.
Feeling somehow it understood, Hayato turned to leave.
The kitty followed him.
Hayato stopped and glanced at it.
The kitty sat down.
Hayato walked a few more steps.
The kitty mimicked him.
“COULD YOU PLEASE STOP FOLLOWING ME FOR GOD’S SAKE??” he snapped.
The kitty only mewled.
Hayato sighed. He so did not sign up for that. He was almost out of ideas when his eyes stopped on a small playground beside them. Then he picked the kitty by the collar and put it on a bunny-shaped slide.
“Stay here,” he motioned, “if you’re being a good kitty, I’ll be back. Understand?”
The cat purred again in so-called understanding and sat all prettily on the slide. Grinning in victory, Hayato finally felt freedom and left as far as he can.
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It was him who had abandoned the cat, so why was he feeling pity for it later then?
“Thank you very much, Sir,” the cashier told him as he left the store in bizarre mood. No, not because the service was bad, it was the cat which kept invading his mind like a plague.
The cat watched children come and go, slide down and climb up the bunny slide like tornados while sitting pretty next to it. One child slid down and fortuitously splashed sand from the sandbox underneath his feet to the poor cat. Rubbing its pretty eyes gently, it stepped away from the danger zone a bit and lay down, waiting patiently for its prospective master.
When it was about to close its eyes, a group of children surrounded him.
A man bumped into him, sending his bag away before stepping on it accidentally.
Hayato blinked.
“Oh, sorry,” the man picked the bag and returned it to Hayato, who could only stare at the returned article in astonishment. When his bag fell with a loud thud, he could have sworn he felt something bad had happened. And when the doer stepped on it, his presentiment only got worse. He never had any instinct over something like that, nor had he ever had such endurance, so what was with the scene just now? Why did he, instead of abusing the guy to endless pain, could only stare and obtain such insight?
The cat.
Without further thought, his legs rushed and brought him to the previous playground where he had deserted the poor thing. He scanned the place with his eyes but couldn’t find the cat anywhere near the slide. Feeling that his alleged premonition had fooled him, he shook his head and chuckled, ready to leave before a child’s shout was heard.
“Bad kitty!”
It could have been any cats in Tokyo, but his mind was sure that it was his cat, although the term ‘bad’ could hardly fit the picture. So he searched for the source of the voice, and soon found a group of little children surrounding the kitten. Correction; he found a group of angry children surrounding a wounded kitten.
“Stupid cat! And we were so kind to ask you to play with us, how dare you ignore us like that!”
“My aunt’s cat is very nice and playful; could it be that this cat is possessed?”
“Aaaah, scary! We have to kill the evil so it won’t disturb our residents!”
“Demon cat! We hate you!” one kid threw a stone at it, followed by his friends. The cat tried to dodge, but not once did it try to counterattack.
Enraged by such action, he yelled numerous curses and threats at them, scaring the lunatic kids away. Then he approached the injured cat and gathered it in his arms, caressing it soothingly. Feeling his soon-to-be master’s touches on it, it darted its tiny pink tongue and licked Hayato’s finger in affection before snuggling all comfy in those genial arms.
“Baka, why didn’t you fight back?” surely it wouldn’t be much of a problem for the petite thing to scratch or bite the crazy kids for good, Hayato thought. The kitten looked up to him with tired eyes and purred, then licked his hand and snuggled even closer, “Could it be that…because I told you to be good?”
The kitten mewled weakly.
Feeling guilty and responsible for his little friend’s misery, Hayato ripped his handkerchief apart and used the little shreds to clean the wounds and bandage them. Next he put it under the tree and fed him with his remaining lunch before saying, “I’m sorry little fella’, but I really can’t keep you. Good luck in finding a new master.” Then he walked away slowly, trying his best to ignore the continuous weak mewls and how it tried to chase him.
When he felt that he was about to succeed-fate was being cruel-heavy rain poured all of a sudden, making the cat’s pleas sounded even more disheartening (if possible) and he, being a benevolent guy at heart, turned midway and opened his umbrella to cover them both, “Congratulations, you’ve won me over. Now let’s get going, or you’d make me late for work.”
And the kitty pounced onto his extended hand merrily.
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“Damn manager,” Hayato threw his bag to the floor and grumbled, “scolding me for bringing a cat into a restaurant? Why can’t I? It’s not like you wrecked the whole place up, right?” he asked his newfound friend, which only purred softly at him.
“Ok. Next time I’m taking you there, no wandering around the dining area, deal?” but he could only sigh when its reply was only one lazy yawn, “…Perhaps I really shouldn’t bring you along for work in the future.”
Returned some time after taking a quick shower, Hayato fed their empty stomachs with anything he found in his fridge (lucky him for having a magical device called MICROWAVE) and soon ready for bed. The cat, indisputably, won’t have his share of bed. So he gave it a small cushion to sleep on at the corner of his bedroom, which he was sure nice and comfy enough for a cat’s taste.
“Oh, I’ve just noticed,” he mumbled, “you haven’t got a name yet, have you? Let’s see…since you’re male, how does Mike sound?”
…It hissed. Hayato chuckled.
“Fine. What about Kai?”
It hissed and arched its back and tail, making all of its own hair stood all up.
“…………….Miroku?”
Seemingly too tired to hiss anymore, it yawned widely and turned around, facing its half-bristled back and tail to the boy.
“That’s not funny,” he clicked his tongue, “Yuya, then. Take it or leave it, you’d be nameless forever nonetheless and I won’t give a single damn.”
Much to his relief, ‘Yuya’ faced him yet again and mewled gently, motioning his conformity…or perhaps it was rather his vulnerability, albeit Hayato was okay with either option.
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“……ster…”
Aaargh, what is this noise in the middle of the night?
“Wake…er…”
Oh please…Yuya, aren’t you? Now shut up, don’t disturb my sweet slumber. My day has been fucked up enough today, thank you very much.
“Master…? Are you up yet?”
Stop it, Yuya…
“Master Hayato~”
“Not now, Yuya…” geez, you’re quite garrulous for a…wait, for a cat?
His eyes snapped open instantly, and a sight of a beautiful stranger greeted him.
The boy nearly jumped in stagger and baulked far to the bed’s headboard, while trying his best NOT to scream.
“W…WHO ARE YOU!?”
“P…please calm down, Master,” the stranger started, “I’m Yuya, the cat that you rescued…”
It took seconds longer for the words to sink in his brain, and all he could come up with was a dumbfounded “………Huh?”
“I…I know this is strange, but it’s not. I mean, um…” the ‘Yuya’ fidgeted with the knots of his golden robe and lowered his head down out of anxiety and…are those cat ears and a tail Hayato saw for real?
Wow, this must be a dream. A weird one.
“…And I don’t know what exactly I am supposed to tell you…” a light hue of pink tainted his cheeks, making him looked oh-so-adorable, “I wanted to thank you for everything. This is all I can do in return, although I realize that it’s absurd…but I couldn’t help it. So…”
Hayato raised his brows inquiringly as he encouraged him to continue.
Yuya gulped agitatedly before inching closer to his owner. “So…” he tried to carry on as he put his smooth hand on Hayato’s bigger one softly and looked straight into his eyes; luring him into those depths innocently, inviting him immorally, causing a shiver to run down his spine incongruously.
Did he mention that this Yuya was so gorgeously beautiful?
“My master…For this one night, you may use me however you wish.”
Something stirred awake on his south.
Damn, this is definitely, unmistakably a dream.
A/N : Once again, sorry that this is late, Vani-chan. And for cutting it like that…if I continued instead, I would have no idea when it’ll be posted. For the sake of everything…I cut it in two chapters instead…Anyway I hope this is not disappointing? =D ILU!!
Author : hochrot_engel
Rating : NC-17
Genre : AU…and smut…and perhaps my poor attempt of NOT writing PWP
Pairing: Hayato/Yuya
Disclaimer : I have the courage to say they’re mine…but I’d be killed by then.
Summary : Hayato takes a stray kitten for care, which one night turns into human for him to use as his wish in return of his kindness.
A.N.: especially for vani13’s bday. Sorry this comes late…And I can’t believe I write Hayato/Yuya. For REAL. Forgive me Ryu. Forgive me Akki. *_* And this fic is pretty much based on Takashima Kazusa’s Kingyou Hime.
“Meow…” the kitten mewled and purred, trying its best to touch the boy’s heart for shelter under the showers of rainfall.
Hayato watched the little fur ball intently. He was never a cat-admirer, or perhaps every kind of animals in general, so it wouldn’t be that easy to make him take the stray kitty for a pet, no matter how hard the cat tried to put its best ‘please-take-me’ look.
After giving the cat one last glance, he turned away and continued his path, before a car passed him in quite a speed, almost soaking him in the water its tires splashed. He cursed inwardly before the thought of the kitten was brought into his mind. Then he turned and found the cat drenched wet, purring uncontrollably. Not surprising.
Sighing, he walked to it again before picking it up and drying him with his hankie. After turning its box upside down to pour the water out, he put the little creature back in it. Placing his umbrella down to protect it from the pouring rain, he finally bid the fur ball adieu.
:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:
“Meow…” the kitten jumped out from its box and started snuggling itself against Hayato’s leg. He sighed; apparently it was a wrong choice to pass the same street again. Without further ado, he grabbed it by the collar and put it back into the same old box before taking his umbrella back and ready to leave. But what thin luck he had; the kitten leaped out and began to follow him. Whenever he sped up his pace, the kitten did so too. Whenever he stopped, it did as well. And whenever he turned to threw glares at it, it tried to put its cutest beaming face on…if it could beam. Hayato sworn that it seemed to be able to, though.
When every effort seemed futile, Hayato RAN.
Never in his mind had he thought that it could keep up with him. But in fact, it could.
Now this is surprising.
After running for what seemed like hours, he stopped for air and glanced at the cat. True that its big, round, beady eyes looked weary, but definitely still ready to chase him wherever he went to. It was time for a little talk, Hayato thought. He crouched before it, saying, “Sorry, I can’t keep you. So you really should stop following me, ok?”
It purred.
Feeling somehow it understood, Hayato turned to leave.
The kitty followed him.
Hayato stopped and glanced at it.
The kitty sat down.
Hayato walked a few more steps.
The kitty mimicked him.
“COULD YOU PLEASE STOP FOLLOWING ME FOR GOD’S SAKE??” he snapped.
The kitty only mewled.
Hayato sighed. He so did not sign up for that. He was almost out of ideas when his eyes stopped on a small playground beside them. Then he picked the kitty by the collar and put it on a bunny-shaped slide.
“Stay here,” he motioned, “if you’re being a good kitty, I’ll be back. Understand?”
The cat purred again in so-called understanding and sat all prettily on the slide. Grinning in victory, Hayato finally felt freedom and left as far as he can.
:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:
It was him who had abandoned the cat, so why was he feeling pity for it later then?
“Thank you very much, Sir,” the cashier told him as he left the store in bizarre mood. No, not because the service was bad, it was the cat which kept invading his mind like a plague.
The cat watched children come and go, slide down and climb up the bunny slide like tornados while sitting pretty next to it. One child slid down and fortuitously splashed sand from the sandbox underneath his feet to the poor cat. Rubbing its pretty eyes gently, it stepped away from the danger zone a bit and lay down, waiting patiently for its prospective master.
When it was about to close its eyes, a group of children surrounded him.
A man bumped into him, sending his bag away before stepping on it accidentally.
Hayato blinked.
“Oh, sorry,” the man picked the bag and returned it to Hayato, who could only stare at the returned article in astonishment. When his bag fell with a loud thud, he could have sworn he felt something bad had happened. And when the doer stepped on it, his presentiment only got worse. He never had any instinct over something like that, nor had he ever had such endurance, so what was with the scene just now? Why did he, instead of abusing the guy to endless pain, could only stare and obtain such insight?
The cat.
Without further thought, his legs rushed and brought him to the previous playground where he had deserted the poor thing. He scanned the place with his eyes but couldn’t find the cat anywhere near the slide. Feeling that his alleged premonition had fooled him, he shook his head and chuckled, ready to leave before a child’s shout was heard.
“Bad kitty!”
It could have been any cats in Tokyo, but his mind was sure that it was his cat, although the term ‘bad’ could hardly fit the picture. So he searched for the source of the voice, and soon found a group of little children surrounding the kitten. Correction; he found a group of angry children surrounding a wounded kitten.
“Stupid cat! And we were so kind to ask you to play with us, how dare you ignore us like that!”
“My aunt’s cat is very nice and playful; could it be that this cat is possessed?”
“Aaaah, scary! We have to kill the evil so it won’t disturb our residents!”
“Demon cat! We hate you!” one kid threw a stone at it, followed by his friends. The cat tried to dodge, but not once did it try to counterattack.
Enraged by such action, he yelled numerous curses and threats at them, scaring the lunatic kids away. Then he approached the injured cat and gathered it in his arms, caressing it soothingly. Feeling his soon-to-be master’s touches on it, it darted its tiny pink tongue and licked Hayato’s finger in affection before snuggling all comfy in those genial arms.
“Baka, why didn’t you fight back?” surely it wouldn’t be much of a problem for the petite thing to scratch or bite the crazy kids for good, Hayato thought. The kitten looked up to him with tired eyes and purred, then licked his hand and snuggled even closer, “Could it be that…because I told you to be good?”
The kitten mewled weakly.
Feeling guilty and responsible for his little friend’s misery, Hayato ripped his handkerchief apart and used the little shreds to clean the wounds and bandage them. Next he put it under the tree and fed him with his remaining lunch before saying, “I’m sorry little fella’, but I really can’t keep you. Good luck in finding a new master.” Then he walked away slowly, trying his best to ignore the continuous weak mewls and how it tried to chase him.
When he felt that he was about to succeed-fate was being cruel-heavy rain poured all of a sudden, making the cat’s pleas sounded even more disheartening (if possible) and he, being a benevolent guy at heart, turned midway and opened his umbrella to cover them both, “Congratulations, you’ve won me over. Now let’s get going, or you’d make me late for work.”
And the kitty pounced onto his extended hand merrily.
:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:
“Damn manager,” Hayato threw his bag to the floor and grumbled, “scolding me for bringing a cat into a restaurant? Why can’t I? It’s not like you wrecked the whole place up, right?” he asked his newfound friend, which only purred softly at him.
“Ok. Next time I’m taking you there, no wandering around the dining area, deal?” but he could only sigh when its reply was only one lazy yawn, “…Perhaps I really shouldn’t bring you along for work in the future.”
Returned some time after taking a quick shower, Hayato fed their empty stomachs with anything he found in his fridge (lucky him for having a magical device called MICROWAVE) and soon ready for bed. The cat, indisputably, won’t have his share of bed. So he gave it a small cushion to sleep on at the corner of his bedroom, which he was sure nice and comfy enough for a cat’s taste.
“Oh, I’ve just noticed,” he mumbled, “you haven’t got a name yet, have you? Let’s see…since you’re male, how does Mike sound?”
…It hissed. Hayato chuckled.
“Fine. What about Kai?”
It hissed and arched its back and tail, making all of its own hair stood all up.
“…………….Miroku?”
Seemingly too tired to hiss anymore, it yawned widely and turned around, facing its half-bristled back and tail to the boy.
“That’s not funny,” he clicked his tongue, “Yuya, then. Take it or leave it, you’d be nameless forever nonetheless and I won’t give a single damn.”
Much to his relief, ‘Yuya’ faced him yet again and mewled gently, motioning his conformity…or perhaps it was rather his vulnerability, albeit Hayato was okay with either option.
:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:
“……ster…”
Aaargh, what is this noise in the middle of the night?
“Wake…er…”
Oh please…Yuya, aren’t you? Now shut up, don’t disturb my sweet slumber. My day has been fucked up enough today, thank you very much.
“Master…? Are you up yet?”
Stop it, Yuya…
“Master Hayato~”
“Not now, Yuya…” geez, you’re quite garrulous for a…wait, for a cat?
His eyes snapped open instantly, and a sight of a beautiful stranger greeted him.
The boy nearly jumped in stagger and baulked far to the bed’s headboard, while trying his best NOT to scream.
“W…WHO ARE YOU!?”
“P…please calm down, Master,” the stranger started, “I’m Yuya, the cat that you rescued…”
It took seconds longer for the words to sink in his brain, and all he could come up with was a dumbfounded “………Huh?”
“I…I know this is strange, but it’s not. I mean, um…” the ‘Yuya’ fidgeted with the knots of his golden robe and lowered his head down out of anxiety and…are those cat ears and a tail Hayato saw for real?
Wow, this must be a dream. A weird one.
“…And I don’t know what exactly I am supposed to tell you…” a light hue of pink tainted his cheeks, making him looked oh-so-adorable, “I wanted to thank you for everything. This is all I can do in return, although I realize that it’s absurd…but I couldn’t help it. So…”
Hayato raised his brows inquiringly as he encouraged him to continue.
Yuya gulped agitatedly before inching closer to his owner. “So…” he tried to carry on as he put his smooth hand on Hayato’s bigger one softly and looked straight into his eyes; luring him into those depths innocently, inviting him immorally, causing a shiver to run down his spine incongruously.
Did he mention that this Yuya was so gorgeously beautiful?
“My master…For this one night, you may use me however you wish.”
Something stirred awake on his south.
Damn, this is definitely, unmistakably a dream.
A/N : Once again, sorry that this is late, Vani-chan. And for cutting it like that…if I continued instead, I would have no idea when it’ll be posted. For the sake of everything…I cut it in two chapters instead…Anyway I hope this is not disappointing? =D ILU!!