Chapter 1

"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."
― Marilyn Monroe

Preview

I did not know where I were at that time, but I think it is clear as day now.
It was not not a good place - in fact, it was probably the best place that I could have founded at the time - but it did not feel very home-like, I guess you could call it.
I was just a mere teenager, aged 17 only a few days ago, nothing more nothing less, but the world was not fair. It was not my own decision, but if I had had my own choice I would have chosen to go with them.
They just came, one day, and ruined everything for my family and I.
They came out of thin air (not literally, though!) and turned my world upside-down.

Present time

I woke up to the sound of cars driving down the road, their engine roaring, whining, to finally being driven again after the long wait for the moon to go away (even though we all know that the moon doesn't literally disappear, it just aren't visible to the human eye in day time) and be replaced with the sun shining down at the citizen, and the early risers (A- and B people, is it we call them nowadays?) rushing down through the city streets, wanting to make sure to reach their buses in time because of all the work they have to do every day.
I rubbed my eyes, annoyed by the rude awakening, and yawned loudly. I did not leave my 'bed' just yet, though. I lied there, getting used to my surroundings in stead of, and just, well, lied there. I was still oh-so tired due to me being a 'B-human' and also because I have insomnia - problems with falling asleep - and so I stayed up, yet again, 'till all too late at night.
After groggily standing up, I slowly made my way to the ruined mirror that lied on the ground, avoiding the small glass shards shattered around it skillfully.
I took an old cam I once found in the park, and brushed my long, silky white hair, wincing once in a while when the knots were hard to brush through.
I did not ever complain the way I lived - I had learned to be grateful of even be alive, and of the things I sometimes found, too. Sure, an alleyway, a dead end, is not much, but it was enough for me; I just had to think of all the people who were homeless, too, whom did not even have a 'comfortable' place to sleep, and I that way learned to appreciate what little things I had.
After brushing my long hair until I was okay satisfied, I crept over to my sleeping place once again, and this time, like every other day, stripped down, hearing my stomach rumble, begging to be fed. After having stripped down entirely, I stood still for a short couple of minutes, loving the feel of my tail swaying from side to side, brushing past my legs (because who doesn't love the feel of ones tail touching your bare legs?).
I quickly looked around, just to be 100% certain that no one was looking (although wouldn't that be kind of late doing so?), and took a deep breath, inhaling and exhaling once, still not used to the transformation that was about to take place.
Next thing I knew, everything was suddenly much bigger. The mirror I used only minutes ago looked much bigger, the cam, too, looked bigger.
I was surprised. Never had I ever transformed without, at the very least, a little pain. What made this one any different? What did I do different this time? I was curious, indeed, but decided against having all these questions on my mind any longer than needed - for I knew that for the next short while they would remain unanswered.
I was snapped out of my thoughts by my stomach's rumbling for food.
With my instincts higher and better - like a real animal's - I took off, my small, white paws hitting the sidewalks, creating a small rhythm for each time a paw touched the ground.
I hurriedly ran to the small corner shop a few streets away from my 'home', concentration not being needed avoiding people in the morning rush with my animal instincts in top notch.
On the way, I saw the same man that I saw every morning. He was not really doing anything, just looking through the morning rush, always making eye contact with me just before I slipped through another alley - a short cut - and all the other stores and shops opening up for the day. It was the same every morning. What made me curious, though, was the man, in his mid-twenties at most, whom always managed to make eye contact with me before I slipped away from the big crowd of business men and women. He was a curious fella, indeed.
Not giving myself to give him another thought, i crossed the road which came right after I had come through the alley. I rushed over the road, being careful not to get hit by the many cars that already were on the roads.
After little more running, I had finally arrived at the usual shop - Midna's Corner Shop - the sign said, with a small text under the name - We have everything you need. - And another under that - Call us at xxxxxxxx1754.
At first glance, the first time I saw the sign, I thought of Midna from Zelda: The Twilight Princess , a Nintendo Wii game I used to play as young - before the accident that killed my whole family - and how I used to love the game. I found the name of the shop interesting and went inside, not knowing what to expect. What I found, though, was indeed fascinating. It was a shop with all kind of gaming stuff, and I was so amazed by it all that I did not even notice the owner of the shop, an elderly woman, walk up to me. I had asked her where she got the name, Midna, from, and she had replied me with,'An old book of mine. It used to be my favorite book as a child, but it was one day stolen in school and so I learned to grow up without it.' I was amazed by it - Hell, I did not know what to say so I just stuck with a tiny 'I'm sorry'. She had at that time said,'You needn't apologize, child. Things doesn't always go in our favor.' I after that came there almost every day - as often as possible - and I one day trusted her with my secret about being half demon and half cat. She did not believe me at first, and so I had to transform myself in front of her. She took it calmly, did not push me out of her shop, and treated me as before - an equal.
She was a wise woman, no doubt about that. Sadly though, she died one day. I were so sad when I heard the news. Nobody knew what had happened, if it was a heart attack, a murderer, or perhaps suicide. Nobody ever bothered to find out.
After that, her daughter, a young woman in about her twenties at that time, took over the shop. One day when I came to visit, she told me that her mother had told her about my secret. I got scared, i remember trying to flee, afraid of all the insults being thrown my way. She had quickly then convinced me that she meant no harm, and I later began trusting her like I had trusted her mother.
I shook my head, feeling my ears twitch annoyingly at the gesture, and slipped through a hole in the door that the daughter had made for me - a cat flap.
The bells rung as usual, followed by a voice.
"Katelynn-chan, glad to see you again today!" I heard the cheery voice that I had come to love - She was like a sister to me, we had both mourned, together, at her mother's funeral, and the woman that I had begun seeing as a mother, too. We bonded that way, growing tight.
"Siera, nice to see you again, too!" my voice sounded, not as cheery as her's, more empty but still with a little happiness laced in it.
"I'll be right back, I'll go get your extra set of clothes."
"No need, Siera-nee. I will be on my way as soon as I have gotten my breakfast, if it is not too much of a bother." I hurried to tell her before she had gone upstairs to get my extra outfit that I had here - clothes that Siera had grown out of but still kept.
"Are you sure? And it isn't a bother at all. What are you up to, seeing as you have to leave so fast?" she asked me, curiosity shown clear in her voice - and face.
"Nothing, really. I just wanted to maybe wander about in the city, see new things perhaps, and if anything new has happened - something interesting."
She hummed slightly in reply, leaving for upstairs where the kitchen also were. While she was making my breakfast, like usual, I wandered on and about in the tiny shop, never getting tired of it.
I then leapt up on the disk, sitting quietly and waited for her to come back.
About fifteen to twenty minutes passed when Siera came back down, a plate of eggs, pancakes and a few slices of toast bread in her one hand, and a bowl filled with milk in it in the other hand.
"I hope that you can eat the food without hands - I didn't think about you having paws when I began on the food," She said apologetically, wearing a guilty facial expression to match it with.
"Do not worry, Siera-san. It is okay, I can do anything!" I assured her, showing a big, cat-like smile her way before digging into the food when it was placed on the disk.
After I was done eating, I thanked her for the meal and, after having said bye to each other's, I was on my way again, running out of the small corner shop, back through the alleyway, and on my way back to 'home'.
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