The first day the cat had appeared in his house was a day Yamamoto would never forget. He had been relaxing on his couch watching TV when all of a sudden a cat had popped up and jumped right on his stomach. He had immediately jumped up screaming, because even though he liked cats when one that shouldn't be there suddenly appears and jumps on you, you tend to freak out. The cat had taken off running when he jumped up, and it took him nearly an hour to find the thing again, even in his little apartment.

When he finally found it underneath his couch it didn't want to come out, but as soon as he went to the kitchen to find something a cat would like to eat it was there, rubbing against his legs and purring for food. Laughing he found some fish that the cat took happily.

"Where'd you come from little guy?"

The cat didn't have a collar, but most cats didn't wear them so he still might have a home. Maybe from someone in his complex? He lived on the top floor in a nicer apartment complex home to 6 small house-like apartments. The stairway was open so the cat could have come from anywhere, but it would be easier if he came from the complex.

He was just starting to think about how to find the cats owner when –

"URI?!"

The shout sounded like it came from the apartment across from him, and he had a feeling the cats owner had just realized his cat was missing. He thought about bringing the cat along but decided to leave it in his apartment in case it wasn't his neighbors after all.

"Be right back little guy." He smiled at the cat before heading out the door.

He had never met this neighbor before, they must have conflicting schedules. The voice had sounded male, and definitely worried. What would he be like? Yamamoto knocked on the door, and then knocked again when he got no response. When he still got no response he knocked harder and called out. "Hey, I found a cat and I was wondering if it was yours!"

He heard footsteps coming closer and then the door was flung open and Yamamoto's eyes widened in shock.

In the doorway was the most beautiful person he had ever seen.

The man looked about his age but was shorter by almost a head, and definitely foreign. His hair was silver, and unless his eyebrows were dyed too it looked to be natural. Jade eyes pierced right though him causing him to almost miss what the man said.

"You found my cat?!" The man was thoroughly disheveled, probably from franticly trying to find his cat, and his voice sounded hopeful, and surprisingly without accent.

"Yeah I think so, white and yellow? Red eyes and brown tipped tail?"

"Yes, that's Uri!" The man exclaimed and looked so relieved Yamamoto feared for a second that he might collapse. Instead he recovered and asked, "Where is he?"

"Ahh, across the hall in my apartment."

He led the way over to his apartment and let the man in. The cat was waiting for him at the door with a meow, but upon seeing its owner hissed and ran back into Yamamoto's house.

"URI!" The man yelled and stormed through the house after his cat. Yamamoto blinked in surprise but just stepped in and closed the door so the cat couldn't get out. Though he still was unsure how the cat got in in the first place. Was one of his windows open maybe? He went to go check his windows when he heard a loud yell of pain come from somewhere in his house. Maybe he should help instead. As he turned around to go find them the cat came running toward him and he quickly scooped it up as it tried to run past.

"Woah there little guy." The cat glared at him but didn't resist, and a few seconds later his owner entered the room panting with a nasty scratch on his cheek that was starting to slowly drip blood.

"Are you okay?" Yamamoto asked with concern.

"Huh, oh yeah." The man stepped forward to take his cat and it begrudgingly allowed itself to be taken.

"Thanks for uh, finding my cat" He said not quite meeting Yamamoto's gaze.

"Oh no, he somehow got in and then I heard your yell. It was nothing." Yamamoto smiled and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Well, thanks anyway." The silverette bowed and left, and it wasn't until he heard his door close that Yamamoto jumped and raced after him. He caught him just as the man was walking into his own apartment.

"Hey, what's your name?" He called, breathing a little hard.

The man jumped a little and turned around, eyes wide and questioning.

"Oh, um, it's Gokudera." Gokudera replied quietly.

"I'm Yamamoto, Yamamoto Takeshi." Yamamoto grinned.

Gokudera had nodded and disappeared into his apartment, but Yamamoto could swear he had seen a pink tint to those cheeks, other than from the scratch.

They hadn't seen each other since, but Yamamoto hadn't been able to get his neighbor out of his head after that day. Yamamoto hadn't ever fallen for someone before. He had gone out with a few girls before but never anything serious and they had happened mostly because he was bad at saying no. He had never really been particularly attracted to anyone before, guy or girl, but this guy was drop dead gorgeous. He wanted to walk across and knock on his door, but what would he say? Hey I think you're super cute and I just want to talk to you? He sighed, no that would be really creepy. But their schedules still didn't seem to line up and it was just like before where they had zero contact. And then it happened.

The cat got in again. This time he had been in the kitchen when he suddenly felt something rubbing against his leg.

"Uri-chan?!"

The cat meowed up at him happily, and for a moment Yamamoto seriously wondered how the cat got in again. And then he realized that he had a reason to talk to Gokudera again.

"Uri-chan!" He exclaimed happily and scooped the cat up. It meowed happily back and he immediately retrieved some fish for his new favorite animal. The cat purred and licked its mouth after eating the fish. Yamamoto didn't know how the cat kept getting in, but he was definitely going to encourage it. With Uri still in his arms he headed to Gokudera's apartment and knocked on the door.

A very disgruntled Gokudera opened the door, but his face immediately softened when he recognized who it was.

"Yamamoto-san?" Yamamoto's knees went weak at the thought that Gokudera had remembered his name.

"Mm. Uri-chan got in my house again." He laughed and nodded to the cat in his arms.

"Oh!" Gokudera exclaimed, shocked to see his cat in Yamamoto's arms. "I didn't even know he was gone."

"I just found him, he probably wasn't gone long." Yamamoto replied handing the angry cat to its owner. Gokudera had been holding him for less than a second when it bit his hand. Gokudera hissed in pain and dropped the cat who promptly sped off into its apartment.

"Damn cat." Gokudera said brining his hand to his mouth. Yamamoto chuckled softly.

"You two don't seem to get along. Why do you keep him?" He was very thankful to the cat, but he still worried about the two of them with such a relationship.

"He has his moments." The silverette replied with a bit of affection, and Yamamoto's worries immediately disappeared.

"Mmm, yeah he's really sweet when he breaks into my apartment." He laughed.

"Oh, yeah, sorry about that. I don't know how he keeps getting out."

"Haha, I don't know how he keeps getting in either."

There was an awkward moment where neither of them really knew what to say. Gokudera stared at the ground trying not to blush and Yamamoto was unsuccessfully trying to look anywhere but at him.

"So,"

"What's your name?" Yamamoto blurted out, accidently cutting Gokudera off. But he had a feeling the man was about to escape back into his house, and of all the things Yamamoto wanted to know that was at the top of his list.

Raising an eyebrow Gokudera looked him over, as if trying to figure out why the other could want that information and whether or not he wanted to share it.

"Hayato." He finally replied after deciding. "Umm, I have things to do so…"

"Oh, right. Sorry for keeping you." Yamamoto smiled to hide his embarrassment.

"S'fine, thanks for brining Uri back again."

"It's no problem."

They sat in another awkward silence for a few seconds before Gokudera turned to walk back into his house. The door had almost closed when Yamamoto thought of something.

"You can drop the –san."

Gokudera paused and turned back around. "What?"

"You called me Yamamoto-san, you can drop the honorifics."

A definite blush splashed across Gokudera's face before he nodded and quickly closed the door. Yamamoto chuckled to himself as he stared at the door. How cute.

It was almost a full month later and Yamamoto hadn't seen the cat or its owner. He had gotten into the habit of leaving his windows open and leaving fish out for the cat. Uri had gotten in without his help before, but he was desperate. He knew that he could just walk across and talk to his neighbor, but he didn't know anything about him except his name and that his cat was an escape artist. What could they talk about? And what if he came across as creepy or clingy, he didn't want that. So he waited as patiently as he could for the little cat to come back.

It was late, almost 11:30, and he had just turned off the TV and was heading to his bedroom for the night when he heard a knock on his door. Who would be here at this time? He turned and shuffled toward his front door turning the lights back on as he went. When he opened the door his jaw went slack with surprise before a large grin took over his face.

"Gokudera! What brings you here this late?"

The man looked tired and glared slightly at Yamamoto's grin as if he were being too bright for this time of the night.

"I think Uri's gone again so I figured I would come over and see if he's here." The silverette explained.

"Oh, I haven't seen him but he might be here, want to come in and look?" Yamamoto offered and stepped back from the door way. The shorter man nodded and stepped past Yamamoto and headed toward the kitchen when Yamamoto stopped him.

"Oh, um, he's normally in the living room you should check there first."

Gokudera nodded and changed direction to head into the living room. Yamamoto sighed in relief, that could have been embarrassing. What would he think if he saw the cat food laid out? Yamamoto went into the kitchen to hide the evidence when he found that the plate he had left on the floor for Uri was empty. The little cat must be here after all. Picking up the plate and setting it on the counter he moved back to the living room and found Gokudera on his hands and knees looking under the couch.

"Any luck?"

The tired man looked up and shook his head.

"Nope, you?"

"No but I do think he's here."

"What makes you so sure?"

Yamamoto looked away and rubbed the back of his neck. "Just a hunch."

Gokudera 'tched' and went back to searching for his cat. Escaping the living room Yamamoto went to look through the rest of his house. Turning on the light in his bedroom he paused before smiling and calling over his shoulder, "Found him!" Gokudera showed up beside him shortly and paused before smiling too.

The little yellow and white cat was curled up on Yamamoto's bed purring away in his sleep. Yamamoto wondered how long the little cat had been there and was glad Gokudera had caught him before he got into bed or he might have accidently sat on the little fluff ball.

"See, he has his moments." Gokudera said affectionately and Yamamoto nodded in agreement. He glanced over to the shorter man and that was when he realized that there were not only one, but two silver rings in the silverettes ear.

Without thinking the raven lifted his hand to move the silver hair so he could get a better look. "Your ears are pierced?" He questioned curiously.

The shorter man flinched and slapped the intruding hand away. "Yeah, what's it to ya?" he replied defensively.

Yamamoto dropped his hand and smiled. "They suit you." He answered sincerely.

A soft blush began to creep onto Gokudera's cheekbones before he turned away to walk back through the house.

"If you don't mind I'll leave him here for the night, I'll come get him in the morning."

"Sure, I leave for work at 8:30 so come any time before that." Yamamoto grinned and followed, not only did he not mind but this meant he would get to see Gokudera in the morning too!

He caught up to Gokudera at his front door where the other had paused and waited for him.

"Well, I guess I'll see you in the morning then." The silverette said with an air of goodbye. Yamamoto's smiled widened the most it had that night.

"Mm, see you then. Goodnight!"

The color that had been receding returned in full force on the silverettes cheeks and he nodded before turning swiftly and quickly walked back to his apartment and disappeared.

Yamamoto swore he had heard a soft mumbled 'goodnight' before the door had closed.