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Hello all! This is my second neko-based fanfic, this time featuring the lovely Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield) and Harry Osborn (Dane Dehaan). This story does NOT take place in the Spiderman Universe- that is, neither Spider-man nor the Green Goblin will come into play. Peter is a neko, a half-cat, half-human being with cat ears, tail, abilities, ect. Harry, like canon, is the young CEO of Oscorp. This fic will be Harry/Peter. I do not own anything marvel or (sadly) the actors involved. I hope you guys enjoy! Rate and review, let me know if you like it!

Day 1

Harry Osborn sat in the black suede swivel chair in front of a large glass desk towering full of paperwork and manilla folders. He rested his elbows on the edge of the glass and stared down at his reflection instead of the increasing mound of work that he knew he would need to face eventually.

The truth was, being CEO of a multi-billion dollar company at the age of twenty could take a huge toll on one's mental and physical capabilities. Harry often found himself in this same situation, leaning over his desk and rubbing his temples because he was unable to concentrate on the unbelievable amount of tasks he had to accomplish. Sometimes he would stand and pace the large empty room or stare out the ceiling-to-floor glass windows at the endless horizon of New York skyscrapers. Sometimes he sipped a glass of rich wine, even though he was under the legal drinking age. No one was going to question the young prodigy's actions, whether it be out of fear of being fired or out of sympathy for the young man's loss.

Norman Osborn, the original founder of Oscorp Industries, had recently passed away due to a chronic virus that spiraled out of control. Only in his early sixties, Osborn had been a huge loss to the world for his vast knowledge and contributions to the medical science field. With no wife, his son was the only successor to his estate.

The only problem was that Norman Osborn hadn't spoken to his son in over ten years.

Harry was a smart individual, there was no doubt about it. The several years he spent in private boarding academies assured that. But being intelligent and running a company such as Oscorp were completely different things, and the young CEO had no idea how to handle the responsibilities he had been signed over. Moreover, Harry felt incredibly alone.

The clock on the wall chimed several times, reminding him that it was three hours past closing time and he could leave when he pleased. He glanced over the papers once more before pushing himself away from the desk loudly and standing up.

There was no use going home tonight. It was even more empty there, at the mansion that had been passed down from father to son. The bedrooms, although fully furnished, felt too fake and uncomfortable for him to sleep in. The couch in his office felt more welcoming, so that was where he was headed.

After turning off the lights, Harry used the dim lights of New York City to guide him to the sofa. He sunk down onto the cushions, resting his head on the flat decorative pillow and admiring the view of the city through his large windows.

He laid there for hours, unable to shut his eyes for more than a few minutes. Fucking insomnia, he thought to himself as he rolled onto his opposite side for the fifteenth time. At last he sat up and grabbed his jacket off the back of the couch. Maybe a walk around the block will help wear me out.

Harry slipped on his boots and headed out the door empty handed; after all, there was no need for a key when the entire building was programmed to his handprint. The autumn night air was brisk against his skin and he could see his breath puffing out in front of his lips as if he was smoking a tasteless cigarette. It was bitter and he began to walk quickly in order to keep himself warmed up.

New York wasn't silent, even in the dead of night. There were occasional cars roaring past him and disappearing into the distance. A few stray men lingered outside of buildings, smoking cigars and having quiet conversations with each other. Harry heard a few words out of context, but everything seemed to brush past him in the wind. The only sound he could focus on was his own uneven breathing out of his mouth.

"Help! Help!" A tiny and frantic voice broke him from his thoughts. Harry turned on his heels. One of the men he had noticed earlier was furiously swinging his leg against a kid who had toppled down into the street. Even in the shadows, Harry could clearly see the set of feline ears atop his head and the furry tail that poked out from beneath the hem of his shirt. It was a neko.

Nekos weren't exactly common sights in New York City. The half-cat, half-human beings were artificially created in laboratories across the country and sold for exuberant prices to rich buyers who used them for housework or sexual fetishes. They were sold on the black market and often kept out of public eye. Nekos were many times treated like animals, pets, or less.

It was also unusual to see stray nekos being attacked on the streets. Harry had never witnessed such thing before, and he was unable to keep himself from staring. The boy was young and by the sound of his cries, he was in terrible condition.

"Help me, please!" The neko boy shouted in his general direction. The young Osborn clenched his fists, contemplating his actions. He was a businessman, and it was none of his business whether or not this neko got assaulted. Still, he couldn't bring himself to walk away. He could hear the squeals of pain from the boy's mouth every time the man's boot collided with his torso.

Finally, Harry decided to intervene. Pushing up the sleeves of his jacket, he swiftly approached the pair of men and grabbed one of them by the front of his ratty shirt, yanking him away from the boy. The other man swung a fist at him, but Harry was too quick. He ducked down and slammed his knee into the man's crotch, sending him stumbling backwards with a yowl of pain. When the first man lunged at him, Harry stepped aside and revealed the brick wall behind him. The man, having hit his head, collapsed in a mound against the wall looking very unconscious.

With only a sharp glance of his piercing blue eyes, the man left standing turned and shuffled off in the other direction. Harry leaned down next to the boy.

"That was amazing..." The neko mumbled quietly, starting to sit up on the pavement. Harry set his hand beneath the boy's head, feeling his fingers become sticky with blood. Beyond that, the boy could hardly move further than a sitting position.

"Not really." The young Osborn said curtly, taking away his hand and starting to pull off his jacket. "They were both drunk. What's your name, kid?" He struggled out of his jacket, feeling the New York air biting his bare arms.

"P-Peter." The neko mumbled again, this time a little softer.

"Listen to me, Peter. You need to go to the hospital. Do you have a mother or something? Someone I could call?"

The boy shook his head, and Harry wasn't surprised. When he thought of nekos, he didn't think of them living in cozy little homes with their families. Then again, he had never seen one in person before.

"You stay awake, you hear me?" Harry demanded, wrapping his jacket around the boy and zipping it up, even though it was much too large for his tiny frame. "My name is Harry Osborn. I'm going to get you some help."

The hospital was a good four mile walk from where they were. Oscorp was much closer and even without certified doctors, the boy had a much better chance of surviving if they went back to the scientific medical research facility.

The neko boy was light and easy to lift into his arms. Harry adjusted him so that he could rest his head against his shoulder, letting the blood soak into the fabric of his beige t-shirt. As he walked down the sidewalk, he heard the boy sigh gently into his collarbone.

"Talk to me, Peter." Harry said, determined to keep the boy awake. "What do you remember?"

"I was taking a walk…" the neko groaned, scrunching up his face in discomfort. "I couldn't sleep." His response sent shivers down Harry Osborn's spine.

"Did you know those men?"

"No."

"What hurts?"

"A lot."

"Well hang in there." Harry adjusted the boy again and continued speed-walking down the street.

"Are we going to the hospital?" Peter inquired, tightening his small hands in the front of the young man's shirt.

"Sort of." Harry answered, seeing the entrance to Oscorp at the end of the sidewalk. "We're going somewhere better."

Harry balanced the neko boy in one arm and pressed the palm of his hand against the scanner mounted on the wall. It beeped loudly and the back door slid open smoothly. A female automated voice greeted him: "Access granted. Hello Mr. Osborn".

"Where are we?" Harry felt the tip of Peter's furry cat ear twitch against his jaw. The young Osborn didn't answer. Instead, he carried the neko into the elevator and set him on his feet, making sure he was balanced before letting him go.

"What floor, please?" The same female voice echoed out of a speaker on the wall.

"Ninety-four." Harry commanded.

"Thank you." The elevator began to rise with a quiet hum. Harry glanced down at his newly acquired companion, who was staring back up at him with the biggest doe eyes he had ever seen in his life. In the light of the elevator, he could clearly make out the boy's face. His bottom lip was split down the center and had bubbled over with dark blood. There were hints of faded bruises around his eyes and his hair stuck out in several messy directions between the two brown cat ears on top of his head. Harry smiled. The boy couldn't have been bigger than a ten year old.

The elevator made a noise to announce the arrival of the requested floor and the silver doors opened to reveal a very large and elegant hallway. Harry motioned for the neko to follow him down the hall to the double doors that led to his office suite.

"Where are we?" Peter repeated, holding the hem of his savior's t-shirt in his tiny fist.

"My office." Harry answered, opening the doors and revealing his suite. Peter's eyes lit up like Christmas trees as they darted from wall to wall. The room was oversized for Harry; he couldn't imagine how big it must have seemed to the boy. It was more like a penthouse than an office at all.

Harry led him into the bathroom and told him to stand still while he got the first aid kit. There was a box beneath his cabinet that had everything he would need to stitch up the boy's head, but he was no doctor. Not to mention he had no idea how much damage the men had caused to the rest of the boy's body.

"Take your clothes off." Harry told the boy as he dug under the sink. Peter fidgeted uncomfortably, and Harry noticed this out of his peripheral vision.

"What?"

"I don't want to." Peter murmured, staring at the tile floor. Harry rolled his eyes.

"I can't help you if I can't see what's wrong with you. You're dirty, kid. I'm just going to get you cleaned up so I can fix your wounds. If those cuts get infected it's going to hurt twice as much." Harry stood up and leaned back, waiting for the boy's response.

The neko's ears flattened to the top of his head and he crossed his arms over his chest.

"O-okay." Peter slipped out of his clothes and dropped them to the ground, standing completely nude in front of the millionaire. Harry avoided direct eye contact with the boy, not wanting to make him more nervous than he was. He began to dig into his first aid kit.

"You don't have a home?" He asked, assuming so since Peter was out by himself on the New York streets. The small boy shook his head quickly.

"I was staying with my friend for a while." he mumbled, dragging his foot across the ground.

"What happened?"

"He was hit by a car."

"Oh." Harry tried to look surprised and distraught by the statement. The truth was, it hardly mattered to him. The only neko that mattered was the one sitting in front of him, bleeding on his bathroom tile. "Why don't you take a seat on the edge of the tub?"

Peter did as he was asked, sitting on the edge of the tub and curling his fluffy brown tail around his waist to cover his manhood. Harry sat on his knees in front of the boy, coming to his eye level to examine him.

"It doesn't look like anything is broken." He said, lifting Peter's arms and moving them at their joints. "There's some pretty bad contusions though. These cuts are pretty old, too. You need to take better care of yourself."

"I don't know how." Peter shrugged, looking disappointed in himself. "I'm trying, I really am, but everywhere I go people just kick me or spit on me."

That was probably the most depressing thing that Harry had heard all week. He leaned over into the tub, turning on the faucet and adjusting the knobs carefully.

"The back of your head is going to need stitches." Harry told him firmly, avoiding the serious conversation that Peter had almost started. It wasn't his fault that nekos were treated like shit. "Once I do that, you're going to clean up. I guess I'll make a bed for you on the couch or something."

Peter's little ears seemed to prick up at this, and his eyes glistened with hope.

"You're going to let me stay here?" His voice trembled as if he couldn't believe his feline ears. Harry pulled the needle and thread out of the first aid kit and looked back at him.

"Don't get ahead of yourself. It's just for the night." He couldn't confuse the kid into thinking that he was going to have some kind of home in his office at Oscorp. It wasn't even his own home, but being the middle of the night, it made more sense to let the boy stay than to throw him back on the streets.

"Thank you, Harry…" Peter tried to hide his disappointment, but Harry could hear it in his voice.

Ten minutes later, Peter's head had been stitched up and Harry had gotten him two extra-strength tylenol, uncertain of what else he was able to give such a small boy. The bathtub was full of bubbles and the neko boy was sitting among them, making small splashes in the water and spreading the bubbles across his bruised body. Harry watched with amusement for a moment before leaving the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind him.

The clock read one-thirty in the morning. It was no wonder that Harry felt sleep tugging at his eyes. The young millionaire sunk down onto the couch and rubbed his eyelids, hoping to wipe the sleep away. Within seconds, he had begun to doze off.

He was awoken with a jolt when he heard the bathroom door opening. Harry leapt to his feet and looked to the neko in the doorway, wrapped tightly in a large fuzzy towel.

"Harry? Could I borrow something to sleep in?" Peter asked quietly, looking down at his bare feet. "My clothes are really dirty…"

"Yeah, yeah." Harry shook his head and crossed over to his dresser, digging through the drawers in search for something that might fit the neko boy. He was disappointed in himself for dozing off instead of making a place for Peter to sleep. "Here." Harry pulled out a t-shirt and tossed it to the boy as well as a pair of boxer shorts. "You can keep those, I have enough clothes in my own closet."

Peter picked up the clothes that had landed on the ground in front of him.

"You don't live here?"

"I told you, this is my office." Harry said, slightly irritated now. "Stop talking and put those on." He went into a linen closet and pulled out a blanket and pillow, specifically kept for the late night hours that Harry would often spend in the office. He made the couch into a comfortable looking bed for the neko, pulling back the blanket for him. To his surprise, Peter climbed right into the bed and set his head on the pillow, letting out a sigh. Harry covered him with the blanket.

"There's food in the fridge if you get hungry." He told him, walking over to turn off the light. "Just try not to wake me up." After taking his blood-stained shirt off, Harry fell down onto the other couch across the room, not bothering to reach for a pillow or anything.

Through the darkness of the office, he could hear the neko adjusting and getting comfortable. When it was finally silent Peter quietly spoke,

"Goodnight Harry."

At first, Harry thought he was too exhausted to respond. Saving the neko boy had used a lot of adrenaline. But before he could fade off to sleep, he turned onto his opposite side, facing away from the boy. With his eyes still closed, Harry mumbled,

"Goodnight, Peter."

What do you think? Is Harry going to soften up to little Peter? Is he going to give in and let him stay, or throw him back on the streets? Maybe Harry needs a friend just as much as Peter does? Do you want to see more? Anyone who reviews gets a virtual spider-man shaped cookie! :D