I don't own KHR so all these characters are not mine.

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Guess who the cat is the answer is on the bottom of this chapter.

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Reasons you shouldn't piss of a cat

It's raining, and school has just ended. I'm trying to avoid creepy alleyways due to the fact that I'm a magnet for trouble and I don't want to die today. This morning started as normal as I know: I was late for school so I couldn't eat breakfast, I nearly got hit by five cars, fell five times and am exactly five minutes late for school.

The day went on as usual: I became the laughing stock in front of Kyoko, I was beat up repeatedly, I couldn't follow a single thing the teacher said and at the end of the day everyone left me alone to do the cleanup.

I sigh remembering today's misfortunes. One thing though (now that I think about it) was extremely odd today: Hibari Kyoya the leader of the discipline comity and the most feared delinquent in Namimori was not at the gate to "bite me to death" again! I am happy that he wasn't because than I really wouldn't be able to hide all the cuts and bruises with my jacked (and my messed up ankle, I probably wouldn't even be walking right now) but it was still odd, he never abandons his duty for such a long period of time.

I kept walking until the rain was falling so hard that I couldn't see the road in front of me! Predicting my death if I continued I decided to hurry over to a small playground that was nearby. I opened the gate and hurried underneath the tube like slide.

I sigh again, it was starting to get cold now and the wet clothing would never be able to keep me from dying of hypothermia. (Why the mind thinks of worse case scenarios at a time like this I will never know) I sit myself down, curl myself into a ball and watch the rain pour down.

Tap, tap, tap my eyes widen, what made that sound just know? Calm down Tsuna! It was probably just the rain! I tell myself trying to settle down. Home was pretty far of and with rain as rough as this I'd get lost for sure if I ran. But the noise came back again tap, tap, tap and this time it was louder and seemed to be coming from within the tube like slide! I take a deep breath and try to ignore it, begging that it was only my imagination gone haywire.

The tapping didn't stop until I heard a thump on the slide then as odd slushy sliding sound. The noises sent shivers down my spine and I hugged my legs while pressing my eyes shut. Then a final, faint, almost inaudible noise caught my attention. It was a nya! It must be a cat! In this kind of weather? A cat running around?

I crawl out from beneath the slide, by now the rain had slowed down and you could see where you were going. I peek cautiously into the slide and find a dripping wet black cat lying at the base of the slide. Its shallow breaths make its chest heave and its eyes are closed. The cat looks almost dead! I reach over and pick it up gently, the cats eyes open and it tries weakly to protest, but it's so thin and weak that all attempts are futile.

I gently stroke its head muttering soothing words as I pulled it closer to my torso, the poor thing I really hope it'll be ok! Just then I noticed, where the cat had laid was a puddle of blood and water…it was injured! As quickly as I could I sprang to my feet (stumbling lightly after) and I ran towards the vet.

The vet was owned by an old lady named sashay and she never turned away an animal of any sort. But when I arrived the vet was closed! all lights where off and the red sign on the door read closed. on vacation be back Saturday! I frown, tomorrow was Saturday and I needed her today! I look down at the cat who had suddenly relaxed in my arms it was staring at the door, did he understand my intentions to help him now?

"I have some bandages and stuff at home maybe we can fix up some of the injuries there and tomorrow we will come back!" I say softly, the cat looks up at me skeptically (if that where possible for a cat) before relaxing into my arms a little more, making me fix my grip to hold it more like a baby than a cat. Taking its action as a yes I hurried home.

When I reached the gate the real problem began. My hands where full with my bag and the cat, so I had to balance on one foot! I could practically see my body strewn out on the floor after id fallen from this ridiculous and dangerous balancing act. But with careful maneuvering (and a glaring cat) I managed to open the gate (a great achievement I wished to celebrate).

I hurried over to the door and was about to open it when I realized…keys. I had no way of opening the door with my foot! Then I noticed the door bell, maybe mom was home! I press my nose awkwardly against the doorbell hoping no one saw (but with luck I'm sure that all Nammimory has seen this video on snap-chat already)

After a short while my mom comes to the door. I can hear the handle click before her deep chocolate eyes come into view "Tsuna! Did you lose your keys again?" she asks shaking her head even though she was smiling. "Mom this cat is injured do you know where the bandages are?" I ask her hurriedly. I knew where the bandages where but I had to pretend that I didn't use them often enough to know their location! "Oh dear! They should be just under the sink upstairs" she answers caringly while she steps aside to let me hurry through.

I run up the steps three at a time I'm really worried that the cat had lost too much blood already! Once I reach the bathroom I gently push the door open with my back (it actually doesn't have a lock) I gently place the cat on a towel on the floor before rummaging through the cupboard under the sink and getting out the kit.

I place it down next to the cat (the poor thing was shaking and cold). I look at the cats half lidded eyes and smile gently hopping to reassure it. I very speedily (and gently) dry the cat with an old towel that we keep near the sink for my mom's Halloween hair dye fiascos (don't ask she loves dress-up). I then begin to search for the main bleeding injuries. Its fur is soft and almost dry but the cat reeks of garbage and dog and the metallic smell of blood.

Once I find the cut on its stomach I gasp, the cut is deep and oozing blood and puss. I try my best to breathe, gently petting the cats head as an indication for it to remain calm, the cat rests its head onto the towel and closes its eyes.

I look through our red kit and find the bandages and antiseptic, I don't know if this will help at all but all I can do is hope. I gently dap on the antiseptic making the cat hiss but surprisingly that's all it did. I take the bandages and gently wrap them around the injury before stroking the cat gently to reassure it once again that it will be ok.

I ended up fixing three paw injuries, five bruises and tons of small scratches. All the while the cat looked at me as if analyzing me, questioning my every move.

After a while it got too hot, so I pulled up my sleeves to release some of the heat. The cat starts to stand but stumbles forward falling onto my lap (it was really cute actually) "oh…don't do that, here I'll carry you" I offer, gently wrapping my arms around the cat to pick it up. The cat's eyes follows my arms every move before fixing its paws on my lap. Once I had it sitting on my lap it began to give me curious looks. I gently wrapped my arms around its furry frame to give it warmth and comfort, (with every move it made it whimpered or mewled, so I felt it needed reassurance that someone was there to help it).

The cat looked at my bruised up arms silently before beginning to lick one of the largest ones on my left arm. "I got those from school. Don't worry they are only bruises, they will go away!" I whisper as a smile grows on my face the cat seemed to show the slightest amount of care for me and it made me feels so loved and happy!

I stood and the cat placed both its paws onto my shoulder close to my neck mewling lightly at the pain. I stroke it lovingly as I carry it to my room. I push some of the stuff off of my bed and lay the cat down. "I don't have much for you to sleep on and you will probably pass out if I go looking for something else for you" I say with a gentle smile, kneeling in front of it and petting the cat until it purred contently "its ok if I join you later right?" I say the cat just gives me a bored look before laying its head down "oh yeah…do you want something to eat?" I ask honesty. I didn't know why I was talking to the cat like it could talk back, but the cat seemed to understand me and turned itself onto its belly as an indication that it indeed wanted food.

I ran down the steps and into the kitchen. Mom was there cooking "what is it dear…how is that cat, it looked like a strong male. Shame it got so injured…" my mom says softly looking out the glass doors at the wet scenery. In all honestly I didn't look at its gender so I had no idea how she knew its gender but I just smiled at her and ignored that thought "he might be hungry" she laughs before giving me two small bowls one of warm water and the other filled with some chicken pieces "I thought he would be" she smiles at me and I smile back "thanks mom!" I say and hurry back upstairs.

The cat ate all the chicken and drank the warm liquid, whilst I ate a speedy meal downstairs. I petted the cat gently before taking both bowls down stairs and washing them in the sink. I then silently went to change in my room, I expected the cat to be asleep by then anyway!

I put on a blue night shirt that belonged to dad, it was too big so it goes down to my mid-thigh, in all honesty the only reason I have it is because it's so worn out that its soft and really comfy to sleep in. I don't bother to wear shorts, I just change my underwear. I looked down at my legs, there where faint bruises and cuts on each so I went to the bathroom to bandage them up.

It was strange though the entire time I changed I felt a heated gaze on my back, and it was creeping me out! When I came back to the cat it didn't look into my eyes and had an odd knowing expression on its face…I just shook it off and laid into my bed. I hoped the cat would be able to sleep with those injuries. I gently moved my hand on his fur until his soft purr like snores lulled me to sleep

Ok so what do you think?

I got the idea mainly from last week when my back cat Meme came home with bite marks and bruises from a fight with a dog.

Please comment or review I would really like to hear you opinion also…do you want to hear the cats/kyoya's opinion of this then tell me ok!