(To all those who are wondering you are not in an animal form. you have animal ears and tail but human body.)
The rain poured down on your head, you small voice mewing in the dark alley. You gasp when the side of your cardboard box rips. You get up shakily, the small bell on your tail jingling. You shiver as you scoot back to the brick wall for shelter. Your arms wrapped around you but you shiver more as your green shirt sticks to you. Tears run down your face. How could your master do this to you? You shivered when a gust of wind blew your red hair to the side. You soon heard footsteps from farther into the alley. You peek around a metal trash can and see black pants and black boots. You raise your head a little and see a black coat and a white scarf that hid the strangers face. You saw black spiked hair that somehow kept its shape in the rain. You wag your tail, seizing the opportunity so try to get him to take you. You gave him your cutest pleading face but you soon curled into a ball when a bolt of lightning accompanied with harsh thunder sounded. In the instant before you curled to a ball you could see scarlet eyes shine in the lightning's light. He scared you a little. You shivered from the rain and fear. You lifted your head when you felt yourself being picked up. You look around and saw that you were in the air and landing swiftly and soundlessly on roof tops. How was he not slipping on the slick tiles? You pushed the question away, deciding you didn't care; you just snuggled closer to the warm chest. You soon drifted to sleep in the stranger's arms, for some reason trusting him. When you woke you were in a room. You sniffed instantly and smelt a stale smell; you sniffed the sheets and recoiled. They smelt as if they hadn't been washed in a while. You look around to see black walls aligned with weapons of all sorts. You looked and saw an array of black and blue clothes in the closet. There was a dresser with one drawer open with socks and boxers in it. You looked to the silver carpets that were almost covered in clothes and scrolls. You saw a shelf with a few books and a desk with a few books and some scrolls. You saw a window about a foot above the bed and about a foot from the foot of the bed with heavy navy curtains on them. From the way they swayed you guessed the window was open and it was day. The door was to your left, the window to the right and a few feet from the bed, the closet and desk in front of you and the dresser was to your left as well. The bed was fitted into the corner parallel to the right wall. The wall next to the bed that soon met the left wall had a table with a lamp, a phone, and a empty glass. You looked more closely around you, seeing that the bed had a navy comforter and silver sheets and pillows. The bed was a queen from what you estimated. You noticed some light from the corner of your eyes, it was a few candles that had been lit and were now stumps. The air was filled with a cinnamon. You sighed when you inhaled the spicy scent. You lay down on the bed and curled under the sheets and comforter. You tail went between you legs and rested on your nose. You woke up with as start when the door opened. A boy walked in, about the age of 18 or so. He had black spiked hair with a white starburst in front. He had scarlet eyes which were looking at you shun of emotion. He wasn't tall, less than five feet. He had a muscular chest and arms but you couldn't tell about his legs because they were clad in baggy pants. He wore a loose blue tank top. He had a tray in his hands, you tilted you head in curiosity, your ears raised. You scooted to the edge of you bed and leaned out as far as you could, there was about six feet between the door and bed. You squeak when you almost fell forward. You back onto the bed and kowtow to the young man. You heard a low "Hn" and the tray was set next to you on the bed. You look up to him and smile, bowing again, "Thank you. I am in your debt." He made the noise again. You look to the food and look to him, asking permission, he nodded and walked to his desk, stepping over the clothes and scrolls. He sat in the chair and moved something, though you couldn't see because his back was to you. You look to the food, some grilled fish of some sort. It smelt delicious. You pick up the fish with your fingers when you noticed there were no utensils to eat with. You tore a piece off and ate it, trying not to be too rude. You smile widely at the great taste. You tore off bigger bits and finished off the fish. You wagged your tail, the bell jingling throughout the room. Though it didn't seem to be much fish, it filled you up. You yawn and stretch. You set the tray on the ground and crawl to the boy. You sat on your heels to the right of him, waving your tail showing your gratitude. He looked at you then stood. "Follow me." he said, his voice was somewhat high but very masculine. You followed him on your hands and knees, delighting in the feel of the thick carpet beneath your knees. He looked at you before opening the door. "Stand on your feet and silence that bell." He ordered. You quickly obeyed and held your tail around your bell, silencing it. He opened the door and revealed a hallway with red carpet and off-white walls with metal lanterns spaced along the walls. He stepped out after looking around and you followed, looking around as well. He walked quickly, making you take long steps to keep up. He was about ten inches taller than you so you had to almost jog to keep up with him. He turned into a door and you followed. You almost gasped when your feet came upon cold tile. The floor was tile and shiny in the light. You had a white wall to your left and a white marble sink to your left. There was a huge mirror with about ten or twelve vanity bulbs above it. There was about half a wall in front of you, you walk around it and realize it had a tile wall behind it. There was a toilet near the shower and against the back wall. There was a whicker cabinet next to it. You look at where the tile wall was and found out that it was one of the three tile walls of the shower and tub. Near the floor was a square marble tub with brown veins in it. The side of the tube exposed to the room was about a foot and a half high and inside the tub was a cream colored plastic curtain attached to a stainless steal pole near the ceiling. You looked down suddenly as your feet touched a rug the same color as the shower curtain. You looked on the counter in the bathroom and saw four tooth brushes: a black one, a red one, a green one, and a blue one each in a individual cup the same color as the brush. There was a stainless steal ring with a cream colored hand towel that had obviously been used. The cabinet below the sink was a light colored and had four drawers on each side, the bottom ones slightly bigger than the top three. In-between the drawers was a a door that was almost as high as the sink. You guessed there were cleaners beneath it. The man threw you a towel, which hit you in the face, and snapped you out of your observing. You look to him with a questioning look. He pointed to the bathtub. You walk over shyly and step into the tub with your clothes and looked at him. You were uncomfortable changing in front of him. He got the hint and went behind the wall that was behind the shower's wall. You pulled the curtain closed and stripped off your green shirt and realized that it was the only thing you had on, nothing underneath. You blushed. What if he saw you? You shook your head and threw your shirt so that it hung on the shower pole. You turned the faucets, yelping at the cold water then hissing at the hot water. You finally got the water to the perfect temperature and pulled up on the metal lever atop of the faucet. Water quickly showered your body. You almost fell from the warmth on your body. You took a bar of soap from a ceramic tray glued to the corner of the tub. You scrubbed your body, watching the dirt fill the suds. You stopped when you heard the door open and close. You listened and heard nothing but the water. You scrubbed your body, working your feet thoroughly and washing off the black. You wash off all the suds and watched your skin turn a different shade. You washed off the bar of soap and set it on the corner of the tub and back into its tray. You turned in the shower looking for a bottle or two. Your eyes landed on a few bottles on a rack attacked to the back wall of the shower. You took off a bottle of pink gel. The label was rubbed off but you could see bath gel printed near the bottom. You squeezed a small amount into your hand. You rubbed it on your arms and chest, shivering at the cool feel. You washed it off and smelt your arm. You smiled when you smelt of of sweet roses. You turned again and saw about six other bottles. You picked off a bottle similar to the shower gel one and red the label, rose shampoo. You squeezed some into your palm and set the bottle on the rack. You lathered the shampoo into your hair and enjoyed the fumes from it. It was easy to wash off but you were surprised when you saw all the dirt rinse from your hair. You rinsed your hands of the lather and turned to get the bottle next to the shampoo bottle that you assumed was the conditioner. From the creamy substance that appeared in your hand you found that you were correct. Was this a shampoo from one of the boy's girlfriends? Her ex-master's girlfriend was always mean to her and mere ex-master did nothing. She snorted at remembering the lady. Good riddance. You finished your shower and reached a pale hand out to find your towel. You were surprised when someone handed you a towel. You saw the man's back to you with a towel in his hand. You took it and wrapped it around you. You made sure it was in place when you stepped out of the shower. You stood next to the boy, waiting for further instruction. You saw a blush on the man's face in the mirror. You felt a pressure on your chest and saw a pile of clothes pressed against you. You replaced the hand that held them and the man left the room. You smiled in gratitude. You set the clothes on the counter top. You unwrapped your towel. You dried your body and then your short hair. It felt strange to have your hair ruffled like this. You rubbed your red cat ears and stuck your finger in them, getting out the wetness. You folded the towel and set it next to the sink. You searched the clothes and found a pair of white under wear and a white bra. You got the feeling he noticed your clothing. You blushed furiously as you slipped them on, surprised that the bra actually fitted. Maybe you were shaped like an ex of his. You held up a whit t-shirt with CONVERSE written in bold English letters a crossed it with a black star beneath it. You put it on, loving the feel of fresh clothes; you don't know how long you wore that shirt. You saw a pair of violet-blue male gym shorts. You slipped them on and they almost fell off because of the size the boy must have been. You sighed in relief when you found a draw string. You tightened the shorts that came down about mid-thigh. You picked up your bell that you took off before you got in the shower. You could almost feel how dirty it was. You turned some faucets in the sink and rinsed off the gold-plated bell and scrubbed the green ribbon attached to it. You tied it to your tail and swigged it once, hearing the bell ring. You looked around the counter for a brush. You opened drawers finding some hair things, some cosmetics and a first aid kit on the left side drawers. You shifted to the right drawers and found a huge pile of gauze and bandages, some bath salts and oils, and some medicines. You sighed and looked around, you eyes found the wicker cabinet. You opened it and saw hair gel, hair ties and pins, toilet paper, towels, face cleanser, after shave, cologne, body spray, a few bottles of woman's perfume and finally three hair brushes and a comb. You looked at one, it had black hair so it must belong to the boy, one had orange hair must be a room mate or a girlfriend and finally one with red hair. Another girlfriend? This guy seems like a pimp or something, maybe you should call him Rooster. You picked up the one with red hair in it, since it was the color of yours, and brushed your hair as it dried quickly. You set the brush on the shelf just as you found it and closed the door. You jumped in surprise as the man stood there. He looked at you then said, "Put your clothes in the hamper, I'll be waiting outside the door." He walked out the door silently. How does he do that! Your heart relaxes and you looked around and see a glass door with a hinge and spring at the bottom. You opened it and put your clothes and towel into it and watched it as it disappeared down the shoot and clamped shut silently as it hit velvety pads. You walk to the door slowly, your moist feet sticking slightly to the tile. You see the man. You opened the door quietly and saw the dark haired man leaning against the wall, he stood straight when he heard the door open. You stepped out smiling, "Thank you, sir." You said. You almost wagged your tail when you remembered he said not to. You grab it just to make sure. He nodded, his expression never changing. He turned again and started walking rapidly back toward the room you woke in. When you entered the room he locked the door. You gulped when he came near you. "I want you to sit here. I will be back. If some one knocks stay silent, if someone comes in hid somewhere." He said then turned and left out the door. You sat on the bed in silence, waiting for him to return. As fate would have it, there was a knock at the door. You stayed silent, hoping that the person would go away. The door knob started turning and you looked around frantically and dashed under the bed and pressed against the corner. You saw two white tennis shoes partly hidden under blue jeans. "Hiei. Hiei?" You heard a male's voice. He was young, his voice hadn't fully cracked yet. You watched the shoes circle the bed and walk around the bed. "Man, what'd he do, jump into some mud then climb into bed?" The male said loudly. The tennis shoes left, but didn't close the door. Not knowing what to do you stayed under the bed. You saw some blue and green feet run through the halls. You tensed up as you saw bare feet from under some jeans enter. "Hiei are you in here?" Asked the voice. It was a male but his voice was very soft. You could smell a rose scent fume from him. The feet weren't too large for a male, judging on the size the man was about six foot or just had really big feet. His feet were smooth and almost white. They almost didn't seem like boy feet until your eyes saw the boney ankles and you were for sure they were boy feet. The feet left, who ever it was had grace, you almost thought he floated out of the room. And yet again, the door was open wide. You almost sighed as there came another pair of bare feet. These were gross feet, typical gross boy feet. The man must have been huge, over six feet. "Hey runt! I'm missing some clothes!" The voice was deep and sounded primitive. "Where are you half-pint?" He almost yelled. You panic as the legs started to bend. You started to head toward the edge but you heard a curious, "Hey!" You heard a large hand creep toward you. Out of instinct you struck the intruder. You got a good look at the ugly face and carrot hair before the boy recoiled with a scream. "What's under there!" The feet ran away. The door was STILL wide open. After five minutes you saw black boots that the man wore. You crawled out from under the bed. "Did anyone see you?" You look at him nervously, he seemed dangerous for some reason. "I think one of them might have." You said your ears down. Your ex-master always would yell at you for this kind of news. "Which one?" He asked setting down a black plastic basket. "He had orange hair and an ugly face." Hiei, assuming that's who he is, never changed his neutral expression. "You don't know? The baka probably didn't he's an idiot." You laugh at him calling the other man names. Hiei shot you a small glare and you quieted down. "Did anyone else come in?" You nod, "Some one I didn't see, but he was wearing jeans and white shoes. Another came in, he had a soft voice and was wearing jeans as well." Hiei nodded, "Did they say why they came?" You shook your head 'no'. "I thought of how you can repay me onna neko. You can keep my room clean. I will bring you fresh things like clothes and sheets. You will be fed after I have had my dinner. I will bring you more clothe. When clothes are set inside my door, hang them up. Put my scrolls in that compartment in my desk," He pointed to a drawer that opened sideways judging by the placement of the hinges on the side, "set my books in a neat pile near the edge of my desk, if one is opened leave it. Don't touch my weapons without permission. You will make my bed every day. You will not leave this room unless I'm with you and I've said you can. Don't go through my things. Everything clear?" Hiei asked almost in one breath. You nod in confirmation. "Good, get started, I have things to attend to. Also, if anyone comes in, hide." This struck you as odd. Why didn't he want anyone to see him? "Yes, sir." You said before he left. You sighed and looked around. Slowly you started to pick up his shirts, pants, boxers and socks that were tossed around the room. The basket was almost full by the time you got done ten minutes later. You set the basket near the door. You turned and picked up the scrolls, rolling up and tying the ones that were open, and set them in the compartment Hiei had told her to put them in. He had alot of scrolls. You picked up about a dozen books, most of them spell books. You set them in a straight pile on the edge of his desk, stacking the others. You looked around and saw his closet. Some of the clothes were half way off and some just barely on while some were just bunched on the hanger. You sighed and put the shirts and pants on the hangers correctly. You shut the sliding wooden door. You turned toward his dresser. You sigh and walk over to it. You saw folded, unfolded, bunched, unbunched, and tangled black socks everywhere. Pair by pair you fixed them and set them neatly in the drawer. You had straightened out everything else in the other drawers. You looked at the still lit candles and noticed a a blue gem on a chain infront of the candles. You held it up to the light and saw the light blue gem was trasparent. You set it neatly on the dresser where it was. You made the bed holding your nose and sat on the edge, waiting for your master to return. Half an hour the door knob started turning. You shifted slightly so you'd be ready incase it wasn't Hiei. The door slowly opened and you... ha ha! cliff hanger!
HI hI I wonder why people put that line thing O well it's to much work I thik making stories is enough work for me but O well O ya and review or no more stories are gonna go out till I get atleast 5 reviews thanks jaa
