Okay... well, I feel really stupid posting this after Sensibly Insane's awesome oneshot, earlier today, but I've had this written for a couple of days, and, while daydreaming in Japanese class, promised myself I'd put it up... so yeah.
Ah well, I can't argue with more GT fanfic~
Sissel wasn't entirely sure what Yomiel thought had happened to him, back when he'd visited the prison as a ghost years ago, but he had a feeling that he'd overlooked something, given the fact that the blonde was doing a rather convincing impression of a bass.
The kitten tilted his head to one side ever-so-slightly and mewed, unable to stave off the reflexive stretch that accompanied the sound. It was just a cover, but there was only so much you could do freely, when you were a cat.
"What's wrong?" He asked calmly, tail waving in the air behind him, "You already knew that Detective Jowd took me in, didn't you?"
"I knew that." The man said sharply, though it wasn't directed at the cat; he seemed to be snapping himself out of his daze, really, "But when I saw you at the prison…" He trailed off, abandoning the logic that went along with the thought, "I didn't realize that you were still alive."
Sissel's eyes gleamed in amusement and his whiskers twitched in some semblance of a smile, "In a manner of speaking."
Though the man didn't give any prior warning, the kitten didn't so much as peep when Yomiel scooped him up. Instead, after he settled himself acceptably, the kitten buried his face in his friend's clothing and started purring softly.
The comforting gesture was lost on Yomiel; instead of the rhythmic exhaling, he took note of the fact that the breaths weren't necessary for anything else. There was no pulse beneath the silky black fur; Sissel's heart wasn't beating, and there was no need for him to even breathe. Most people would think this insane, but, unfortunately, the blonde wasn't like most people.
"The fragment that shot through Jowd's leg…"
The kitten raised his head to look at the other, who wasn't looking back at him. To remedy this, Sissel sat up a bit straighter and poked his nose against the man's throat, not bothering to flatten his whiskers against his cheeks.
"It doesn't bother me—really." The cat tried to assure him, never pausing in his purring, "I'd take it for you every single time, if I could."
"You shouldn't have had to, though." The man sighed, raising his free hand to stroke the kitten's fur.
Sissel leaned into the touch and his whiskers trembled again; Yomiel got the feeling that, if the cat could, he'd be laughing.
"Maybe not, but I wanted to."