Info: This is like spring cleaning for my mind, even though it's the end of August.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts or any of the characters mentioned.
Warning: Language. No Lemons yet.
Xigbar had been out drinking, but the bar kicked him out before he could get really drunk. He was slightly tipsy, swaying as he walked, and it was dark. Maybe around 10:00 p.m. Nobody was out on the streets, except for some red head that was carrying a leash. On the other end of the leash? A neko.
A rather cute one, Xigbar had to admit. He had spiky, swooping blonde hair and ocean blue eyes. He smiled drunkly at the boy, and the leash was tugged for him to walk faster.
Nekos often had many trip up their sleeves to hide the ears and tail that marked them as what they are. He had heard of Nekos spiking their hair, wearing hats, long coats, hoodies. He had even heard of Nekos cutting off their tails, just so they could be free. But in this country, if you found/bought one, they were yours.
He was trailed off into his thoughts, and he got to his house, which was sandwiched between two larger buildings, with thin alleyways between them. An alley on his left caught his (only) eye, and he turned his head to look.
The alley was dark, with white light filtering in through the top. It contained some trash cans, scattered garbage, and what seemed to be a big pile of tarps. He was about to turn away, but he could have sworn he saw the tarps move. Something drew him to the pile, and since he was slightly drunk, the pull was almost magnetic
Xigbar reached out and found a corner, peeling back the tarps. Inside was a boy. Holy Jesus! It's a person! He could only see the face, and some of the dirty blonde hair. He pulled the tarp back more, revealing a mullet… and cat ears. He sighed. Oh… it's only a neko… The strange thing was the Neko's hair style. It was a mullet, so his ears just stuck out like a sore thumb. Where is this kid from…?
He took the black glove from his hand, and gently placed two fingers on the cat boy's neck. His skin was deathly pale… but so soft. He wanted to run his fingers over his face… just feel the ears… But he only checked for a pulse. It was faint, fluttering, but it was there.
Curious, he examined the boy. He was wearing a white t-shirt and long, torn jeans. Xigbar lifted the shirt, looking over his back for any kind of branding or whip marks. None. He patted under the boy's thighs, pulling back the tarp to show his tail. He had long fur on his tail and ears, both a golden color. Still, no whip marks.
He had never been this close to a neko, and it was so small, he wanted to pick it up and hold it. But he shook his head. He grabbed the boy around the waist and pulled him up, and the hands that were tucked against his chest fell loose. Xigbar's eye widened. He had paws instead of hands! This must've been a pure neko, one that would sell for a very good amount.
He pulled him out of the tarps, looking at his feet. They were paws as well. He smiled. Yes, this Neko would sell for a lot. He could pay off his debts… By more alcohol… maybe a better house. This time a year, when the kittens were old enough to sell, they went for a lot. This boy looked no older than maybe fourteen.
He cradled him, the Neko's legs hanging off to the side. He wasn't heavy at all. The thing was skinny, pale, and barely a pulse. What was he thinking?
I must be really drunk… He thought to himself as he swayed the short distance to his front door. He struggles to open it with his hands full, and bent down to open it with his chin. Upon success, he pushed the door open with his forehead. He entered his small house, the first room was immediately a living room with a kitchen on the left. He sat the boy down on one of the two love seats.
The boy still didn't move, save for his slow breathing. Xigbar sighed and shrugged off the black coat he was wearing, threw off his gloves, boots, and overshirt. His was only wearing a white tank top and tight black jeans at this point.
Taking the boy in his arms again, he carried him up a short flight of stairs to a short hallway, which had three doors. Two on the right, one on the left. He went to the left, a bathroom. It had a tub, sink, and toilet, the casual stuff. He sat the boy down on the floor.
"Hey…" he whispered, lightly patting the boy's cheek. No response. "Hey, wake up.." He patted harder, and the boy started to fall over. It looked like he was sleeping, or maybe dead. Xigbar turned on the water to a gentle heat and started to undress the boy. He half expected him to conveniently wake up and attack his face.
He took the shirt off, and the boy's skin was flawless, no scar, no brands or tattoos. Unlike Xigbar's arms, which were covered in various scars from the many fights he had been in. He took one of the furry hands and pinched the tip, and a sharp, curved claw poked out. He would have to trim those. He started to yank off the boy's pants, then realized his wasn't wearing any underwear.
Averting his eye, Xigbar finished and put the naked boy into the now full tub. He watched the eyes flutter open, only for a second, but they opened and looked at him. Beautiful blue eyes connected with his single amber eye, before sighing closed again. The boy's breathing was more noticeable now, and his skin got a tad darker.
Xigbar sighed and leaned back. Why? Why did he bring the boy into his house? He could sell him pay off the nasty debts he owed Luxord, his drinking buddy. Or he could buy a better house, though he barely knew what to do with the small one he already owned. But something mentally slapped him. What? How could he think of selling the boy? People out there did horrible things to Neko's especially cute ones, and pure ones such as this.
He sighed again, louder. So. He would keep the boy? Why did he have a feeling that it was a bad idea?