Stars Are Holding You Tonight
xChapter{1}
"Damn beast, what the hell were you thinking of stealing from us?" A voice sneered as the man held a crowbar and a few other lackeys were surrounding another male, but this one was different. It was human for one part, it had a white body of some sort, a bone crown, a long light blue mane, a tail, and its movements were that of a panther. It snarled at the men and leapt to lash at the throat of a man, but it fell short as a gunshot rang out. Curled up, the figure whimpered in pain as it cradled its right arm, its good arm.
"Damn right, bitch. Now give us what you stole or else we'll kill ya!"
"Yeah, kitty-cat! Hand over the mouse!" Another joked, a nail bat in hand. The beast looked up and snarled, growling in defense as it showed it could go ahead and attack, because a gunshot wound wasn't going to stop it in its tracks. It moved to pounce again, but another gunshot shook the atmosphere and a yowl was released from clenched teeth.
"Next time, I won't miss." The voice said, the head of the group. "Go ahead boys, kill him. Wait, don't kill him, just wreck him enough that he'll be dead by tomorrow morning." The man commanded his underlings and put the gun into his belt hold. He smirked and spit on the ground before the beast and started to walk away. The boys snickered and moved, closing the distance between the feline man and themselves. The man looked around franticly trying to find a way out of the alley, but he had chosen the worst spot to be, a dead-end.
The men raised their weapons that ranged from crowbars to screwdrivers to bats with nails. The man tried to defend himself from these gang members, but he was outnumbered. And the worst part was he was wounded in the arm and shoulder, disabling both arms. The man's ears were lowered and teal orbs wide in fear.
Weapons came down in a rain of barrages and swings, drawing blood and cracking bone. They even tore at his mane, also clipped a part of his ear off to save a souvenir. Soon, they were done, leaving the cat man bloody, broken, and bruised at the feet of a gang. They laughed and gave the man a few kicks before walking off.
"Later, pussy cat!" One called, getting a few hoots from the others. Then they were gone.
Then the silence came.
Nothing but sheer silence. The man whimpered softly, hoping for someone to come along and rescue him, instead of beat him up because he was accused of doing something wrong. He didn't steal anything, he just caught their attention at the wrong time, the time when they were bored. The beast moaned quietly, curling into a ball, waiting for death's hand to come and free him from this place.
A flap? The man craned his neck slowly, his vision starting to black out, his head hurt so much that everything was spinning. He must have guessed it was a bird. Then the color red caught his eye, he looked up to see a figure shadowing over him. Was it death? The cat raised a shaking black hand up at the stranger, who now knelt next to him.
Then darkness ascended, his hand fell limp, only to be caught by the stranger. Maybe it was an angel. Whatever it was, he hoped it would take him to a better world away from this one.
'Tonight is going to be yet again, another rainy night. I don't know when It's going to stop raining, but let us hope soon, the summer festival is going to be arriving soon and we all know how important it is to all of us. So let's hope it'll stop showing this moody weather and bring us some sunshine and rainbows.'
A voice said in an upset tone, which caused a groan to erupt from a soar throat. A figure moved to sit up, but bit back a cry and sank back down onto something soft, a bed. Opening its eyes slowly, it took in its surroundings. A small apartment room with a television that was flashing news reports along with a bedside table, a lamp (which was turned off due to the television was lighting up the whole room anyway) and another figure that was sated in the window sill. What caught the man in the bed's attention to the other guy was that he was garbed in black and red. Soon, the man felt afraid, what if he was being held there for the gang boss to come in and laugh at him and hold a gun to his head.
Despite all the pain and wounds, the cat like man moved quickly, rolling off the bed and moving to a corner of the room as the man in the window noticed that his guest had awoken. The cat whimpered and held himself, tail wrapped around his feet and ears drooped low. The man in red set a foot on the floor and stood. He had a slender build and had raven hair that framed a delicate, white face with calming crimson eyes.
"I see you're awake." The figure said in a soothing tone, one that seemed to believe that he wasn't going to hurt him, but still, he didn't want to trust this man. The stranger approached and knelt down before the man, who cringed, afraid of behind hit, only to hold out his hand.
"It's alright. You shouldn't move too much, you'll only split open your wounds and then we'll have another mess to clean up." The man said, sounding a bit annoyed, but he sighed, his eyes half lidded and calm.
"I promise." He said after a moment of silence and seeing the teal eyes stare at him in fear. How he hated it that this.. Creature, was bright and noticeable, while himself, on the other hand, was dark and mysterious.
I promise.
Somehow that line hit the frightened man hard and his ears slightly raised as he reached out, looking from his hand to the other's face from time to time, until he had his hand in the other's.
"That wasn't so bad now, was it?" The male asked, not giving a smile, it was as if he had forgotten how to smile, or that his face would crack its smooth exterior if he did such a thing. The cat man's ears twitched to be erect to their normal height.
"Do you have a name? I can't just keep thinking you as an 'it'." The male said coolly, now standing, pulling the other up with him. The man tilted his head to the side.
"N-n-na-name?" The man echoed, unaware of what it meant. This caused the other one to raise a brow.
"You know, something people call you?" The man asked, letting go of the other's to cross his arms. The bluenette noticed that one of the man's arms was gold, a gauntlet. It caught his interest and he leaned closer to the metal arm and tilted his head. The other raised a brow and held his arm out. Causing the bluenette to flinch. The other withdrew his arm and crossed them again.
"Mhmm.." The man said, putting his gantlet hand to his chin, thinking.
"G-ggrrrr-Grrrrrimmjow." The bluenette said, tilting his head to the side, causing the other to look up to him.
"Grimmjow? That's your name?" The black head asked, only to get a tail flick and a tilt of the head in response. He sighed and put a hand to his face.
"This is going to be hard." He muttered, "My name is Vincent, Vincent Valentine." He said, planning to introduce himself just in case Grimmjow could remember how to act like a human that wasn't retarded due to sniffing too much catnip or something along those lines. Grimmjow blinked and a small smile crept on his face.
"Vin-Vin!" Grimmjow said in a cheerful way, causing the other to question if it was the right thing to take this person under his wing. He sighed.
"Whatever." Vincent muttered and then held out a hand, motioning for the other to return to the bed. Grimmjow obeyed and waddled to the bed, wincing every now and then due to the tremendous amount of pain that rocketed throughout his body. Vincent looked down at the bluenette and then away to grab some pain medication that he had on him wherever he went to mend his wounds when he was in combat. He held out his hand that contained two pills.
"Take these and the pain will go away, and get some sleep." Vincent commanded, getting a nod in reply and the other took the medication and swallowed it down. Vincent sighed and put a hand on his face.
"I'm baby-sitting a grown man that doesn't know anything." He muttered, Grimmjow laying down and curling in a ball like a cat and purring softly. Vincent looked at the sleeping figure, who's back was to him.
"Maybe it won't be so bad.."
To be Continued..