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— Lost Kitten—

He glared at each of the animals that the pet store had to offer. If you could call these rats pets. They were clueless, and obviously bred incorrectly. A cat's tail should never be so stiff, and the one it shared its cage had joints that weren't as fluid as they should be. They were kittens, for Christ's sake! Their cages weren't even in the best of shape either…what the hell was even in their water and food bowls? Everything had a putrid stench you could only just barely catch under the smell of the cheep-ass air freshener

"Sir, are you going to buy?" his glare turned to the pet store owner. That was another thing that peeved him. 'buying' a pet. "We have a nice selection of kittens and puppies—"

"I don't give a fuck. Do you fucking see the state of these creatures?" Kanda's voice was low and dangerous, cobalt eyes dark and gave nothing to the imagination to just how pissed he was. "You have to the gall to continue this bullshit when you fucking know they were all bred incorrectly?"

"I-I..S-sir, I'm g-going to ha-have to ask y-you to leave!" Figures. The son of a bitch was a complete pushover.

"Che. Hell if I knew why I stepped into this shithole." The raven-haired Japanese scowled, before storming out.

When he stepped outside, he was honestly still pissed off. He'd already bought the food he needed for his next job, but god-fucking-dammit, he just hated how pitiful conditions for the animals were in that place. Shelters were a little better off. At least there, they knew pets weren't just pets, but also another potential member to your family.

Taking several deep breaths, Kanda started walking towards his complex, deciding he'd loitered enough. He took out his phone, and checked the email he'd gotten earlier that day. Very fucking earlier. He darkly thought.

Received: Baka Usagi [3:32 AM]

Sorry 'bout the super early-in-the-morning text, Yu…but I'm gonna need ya to look after my lil' fluffy-kins…gramps said we got ourselves a new client to see, and we'll be gone for a whole week. You know the drill, right? Feed twice a day, snacks are only for training purposes. Thanks again~

-The Awesome Lavi Bookman!

Lavi's pet in question was actually a ferret. Why? No idea. But the girl was just as hyper as he was. It really was a beautiful creature though. Not so much his taste in a pet, but he supposed it worked out for the red-head. The ferret's name was Betsy, naming her after a famous woman in history who created the American Flag. He didn't know a lot of American history himself though, most of it seemed irrelevant to him at the time. If he was going to be perfectly honest, he had half a brain to think Lavi would've named it something horribly corny or lame. He shuddered thinking of what the hell could've been, had Bookman not of threatened the younger male.

As he walked, there was a faint sound snapping him out of his thoughts. He looked around, before hearing the noise a little more clearly. He began taking steps to the cries of what he was able to decipher as a cat. Every step he took, was another step closer to the pained meows.

Hold up. Pained? A new sense of urgency overcame the young adult, as he soon found the source. What he saw was truly a heart-breaking scene. He found a poor white-furred kitten lying on the ground all beaten and battered. It was obvious it had a leg broken, the small feline trying to keep its weight off the injured limb. The left forepaw all the way to the shoulder was reddened and scaled, almost as though the appendage had long ago been shoved into a furnace. The left side of the small kit's face was marred with a cruel mark he was sure would leave a scar.

Who would do such a thing to such a defenseless creature? He didn't think twice before placing the food he bought down, and tore at a piece of his shirt. First things first, he'd have to cover that scar, and bind the leg. He knew enough animal first aid for this much. But he'd still have to get a vet to do the rest of what he knew the kitten needed. It was only a thorn in his side that the vet closed an hour prior.

Not wanting to leave the kit alone, he picked it up, minding its injured leg, before taking the food he had for Betsy in his other arm. "Shit, you have a fever too…" Kanda realized.

The sooner he got home, the sooner he could tend to the cat. As he hurried home, rain soon began to fall.

(- * -)

On his way to his bedroom, Kanda had placed the food near his kitchen, at least in this way, he had no worries about it until he had to lug it over to Lavi's tomorrow. Not having much any other place to put an injured cat, Kanda decided his bed would suffice. Upon entering his bedroom, he carefully placed the feline on his bed.

With that task done, he walked into his adjourning bathroom, and found what he was searching for. A first-aid kit, and he was pretty sure there were also meds he could probably give the kit in hopes of it getting over its sickness. He returned to the cat's side, and carefully removed the now soiled rags he used. "Glad this was an old shirt anyway." Kanda found himself muttering.

He quickly checked the kitten's face, its injury still a little raw. Sighing to himself, he opened the box, and took out the antibiotic, and then some gauze, with gentle hands, he applied the gel over the inured tissue, before wrapping the gauze over it. "That should do it…now your leg, I guess." Kanda felt lucky he had some splints. If the cat was okay by tomorrow, he may not need the vet after all…the cat was rather tiny…"how the hell do I give you the meds?"

"Meow…?" He didn't fail to notice the tiny white cat wasn't opening their eyes.

"Awake?" Kanda asked the cat, before taking a pill from the container. The moment the tiny creature opened its mouth, Kanda popped half the chewable tablet into the kitten's mouth. It coughed a little, but managed to swallow it. "You'll be fine…rest up, alright?"

Almost as though it understood, the small defenseless cat soon fell back to sleep. There was only one thing the Japanese male had to do. Change into dry clothes.

Preferably his loose-fitting PJ bottoms, and then fall asleep…

This was a plan Yu Kanda was more than willing to go through with.

Miki here!~ I just wanted to ask of anyone reading this to Review this story and I'm going to try hard to post more chapters for this story! Thanks you to all my kitties!~ and a Thanks to Hana for helping me edit this story! *bows* Until Next Time!