I was re-watching "Loveless", the anime, when I thought it could be fun to write a fanfic about nekos. I hope you like it.

"This is kind of pathetic, you know?" Dave Batista said to one of his best friends, Randy Orton, looking at the nekos in front of them.

"What? The fact that is the third time this month that we are here or the fact that we seem to be complete unable to find a neko?" Randy asked back.

"Both." He replied before walking out of the place, sighing. "There must a neko for us, Randy." He grumbled.

"Yeah, he must be hidden somewhere, though."

They walked back to the apartment they shared with two more friends and their nekos. Dave opened the door and saw Mark Calaway and Glenn Jacobs, half-brothers, watching TV with their Nekos cuddled against them. Mark's neko had dark-grey ears and tail, long brunette hair, really tanned skin and great abs. Glenn's one had really short black hair, tan skin, but not as much as the other neko and his arms and chest were full of tattoos and black ears and tail, with a white spot in his left ear. John and Phil were their names.

"Nothing?" Glenn asked, looking at them.

"Nothing." Randy said, flopping down on the couch and folding his arms over his chest. "I think we are doomed, Davey."

"I'm starting to share this idea." The other man said.

They four started to look for a neko at the same time, the very same day, actually, but while Mark found his after three weeks and Glenn two weeks after that, Randy and Dave still couldn't find any, and it was about two years already.

When a human bought a neko he wasn't just buying a toy or a pet: he was buying a commitment of taking care for him for always. Of course, many humans didn't treat their nekos right, they would rape them, beat them, slave them, and then abandon them at their fate.

Randy and Dave would never think about anything like that, just like Mark and Glenn. The younger men could swear in front of God that the brothers had never laid a hand on their nekos with bad intention. Hell! Mark wouldn't even let John be near the kitchen if he wasn't around!

"What are you watching?" Dave asked.

"A documental about alligators." Glenn replied, caressing Phil's ear, earning a soft purr from him.


Some days later, they were hit by the news that a long-time friend of them whom they called Hunter was in jail.

"What the hell do you mean that Hunt is in jail, Shawn?" Mark asked to another friend of them, Shawn Michaels.

"Yeah. Since one year, he's been in prison. He didn't want me to tell you until now." The blond male explained.

"Why is he in jail?" Dave asked, surprised: Hunter wasn't the type of guy who would be in jail he was legal and nice. Unless you hurt someone he cared for, then you were screwed.

"I don't know. He didn't tell me, I swear." He shook his head. "Anyway, I'm going to visit him the day after tomorrow and see if I can get something from him." He sighed. "Anyway, any luck this days, guys?" He asked, looking at Dave and Randy.

"No. I'm starting to get kind of sick about this situation. I'm thinking on stopping for a while." Randy said, playing with his glass of juice. "Maybe, instead of searching I should wait."

"That could work." Glenn agreed, darting a glance over the room to watch his neko, talk with JoMo and Evan, the small neko with brown hair, brown eyes and light brown ears and tail that belonged to Shawn.

Two days after that, Shawn called them to his apartment and made them sit down on the sofa. "I know why Hunt is in jail." He stated, and waited.

"Well. Why, Michaels?" Mark, the one with less patience, asked.

"He… hum, he was giving shelter to Nekos who escaped from their owners, and you know, this is illegal." He explained, sighing.

"So, he is in jail because he was giving shelter to, more than probably, abused nekos?" Dave asked.

"Yeah."

"In what world do we live in?" He asked, growling.

"A really fucked up one." The blond said, running his hand through his blonde hair. "A really fucked up one. By the way, did you know that he had nekos of his own?"

"Hunter had a neko?" Randy asked.

"No. Not a neko. He had two nekos." Shawn corrected.

"I thought you couldn't have more than one." Mark said, arching an eyebrow.

"I thought that too, but he told me, that in some occasions you could have two." He shrugged and then smiled at Evan. "He asked me to look for them. To see how were they doing. Will you help me?" He asked at his friends, and when none of them answered, he was sure that this meant no.

What he didn't know is that Dave and Randy were trying to imagine what it would felt to not to know if your nekos were doing all right or not. On the other hand, the half-brothers were staring at their own companions, imagining to understand how Hunter must had been feeling, not knowing a thing about his nekos.

"Yeah. I'll help." The four of them said at the same time and Shawn smiled, relieved. "How do they look like?" Glenn asked.

"Oh. He didn't tell me because of the guards, he was afraid that they would go after them too. He told me they call them the Hardys. That's all he told me." He said.

"Well, that's going to be a harsh work." Mark mumbled. "I need to go out the city for the two weeks, do you want to start when I come back?" He asked.

"Maybe we could start searching somewhere near Hunt's house while you are out." Randy suggested and the others agreed.

"As you wish." He looked at the clock and blinked. "We should start heading home, it's starting to get late." He pointed out and everyone nodded. "Johnny, let's go." His neko moved to him and hugged him.

Once in their house, when they were in bed John spoke. "I know who the Hardys are." He whispered, looking at the bigger man.

"What do you mean?" Mark asked, sitting next to him.

"I… I met them once, before you picked me up. They… they take injured nekos and take care of them until they can be safe on their own. Some of them stay to help them."

"How did you meet them, baby?" The one with reddish hair asked.

"Hum… They found me in an alley, my old master was trying to take me back to home and… they fought him and then blindfolded me and took me where the other nekos were." He explained, his tail moving softly from side to side. Mark was astonished, he had never heard that part of the story of his companion's life. "I had been there for about two years or three until I decided I wanted to find a new master. And then you bought me. I was so happy when you bought me, I knew you wouldn't hurt me." He smiled at him and snuggled closer to him.

"Why didn't you say so at Shawn's house?" He asked as he gently scratched behind one of the furry year.

"I-I didn't want to tell you that in front of the others." He replied, blushing.

"I see. Do you know where could we find them?" He asked as he lay down on the bed, letting the younger one to get comfortable in his chest.

"No. That's why they blindfolded us, so we couldn't know where we were just in case they read our minds or something like that." He explained.

"That makes sense." He whispered, kissing the top of his head. "What do you know about them?"

"Not much. They always look after the other, they were great nekos but there was something weird in them, you know? They had cat eyes. Not human ones." He mumbled. "And it didn't matter how many times you asked them why they had it, they would never answer."

"Cat eyes?" The elder wondered out loud. "I'll search about that."

John nodded and then fell sleep in his owner's chest, purring softly.

Next morning John told the rest the same he had told Mark the previous night omitting the part of what he had felt when Mark bought him.

"Did you just say that they have cat eyes?" Dave asked and John nodded as he crawled on Mark's lap. "Well, I thought it was a legend." He said.

"A legend?" Randy asked. Dave was the only one who was from New York, so he was the only one that knew the myths and legends around there.

"Yeah. It is believed that nekos that have lived outside the city, in the countryside, or that had been abandoned by their parents when they were born or really little, have cat-like eyes because they didn't receive any kind of education and they needed to hunt, just like a cat." He explained. "Usually they are left aside of the system, the government doesn't want to do anything with them. In here we call them wilds."

"But, do they talk like us?" Phil asked to the other one of his kind.

"Yeah. They do. They would soothe you when you woke up in the middle of the night with horrible nightmares." He mumbled. "They also took care of the new-borns and taught the kids to read and write."

"New-borns? Kids?" Glenn repeated.

"Yeah, some nekos, afraid that their masters would kill their children disappeared when they were in labour, they would pick them up, bring them with us and help them to give birth. Then the neko would go back to his master, ask him if he wanted to have a child: if the master said yes, they would come back and take it with them, if the master said no, the Hardys would take care of them." He stopped for a moment and then furrowed. "I never saw Hunter in there. Nor smelled him." He pointed out.

"Well, maybe he never got it to not frighten you." Randy said. "I mean, the man's got this powerful aura and anyone can notice it."

The next day, Mark was already out of the city so they went to find Shawn and told him everything they knew.

"Well, I guess that then we could start looking near where you were picked up, John." Evan said, his tail moving wildly with excitement.

"That's a good idea." Shawn said and scratched his neko behind the ear. "Should we split up?"

"We'll cover more area if we do." Glenn said. "I'll go with Philly, Shawn and Evan, and John can go with those two." He proposed and everyone nodded.

That day they found nothing, absolutely fucking nothing. The second day, had been exactly the same than the first. It wasn't until the sixth day that something happened. Dave, Randy and John were going for the main street of that sector when a large man appeared in front of them.

"So, it's true that Little Johnny ain't dead." The man said, looking at the neko, who took a step back and cowered behind the two humans.

"Who are you?" Dave asked, even though he had a light idea of who the bald man in front of them was.

"Little Johnny's master." He said, his eyes scanning the neko.

"I'm sorry mate, but I don't think so. His master is a friend of ours and he looks nothing like you." Randy stepped in, not afraid of the larger man.

The man's eyes flickered with anger and he tried to grab the boy, but Dave stopped him. "Don't you dare to touch him, bastard!"

And, in less than ten seconds, the three men were on the ground wrestling. John wanted to help, but he was so scared that he couldn't move at all. After a few minutes Dave and Randy knocked out the other one.

"Are you okay, John?" Dave asked gently.

"Yeah. C-can we go?" He asked, ears and tail down, his bright smile gone.

"Of course." Randy said and they went to the apartment.

"Are you okay?" John asked, glancing both men with worry.

"Sure we are, don't worry." Orton threw an arm around his shoulders and smiled at him. "No wonder that you ran away from him. What's his name, by the way?"

"Steve. Steve Austin. His friend called him Stone Cold Steve Austin." He mumbled.

"What a bastard. Don't worry, he'll never put his hands in you." Dave said as he handed the neko a mug filled with warm milk. "Why don't you call Mark? I'm sure he'll be happy." He suggested, trying to bring up the mood a little bit. And it worked, because the brunette smiled at the mention of his current master.

Two days after, Mark was in the door of their apartment, surprising everyone. "Didn't you say that you had to be two weeks put of the city?" Glenn asked his brother.

"Yeah, but that was before John told me what happened." He walked over his neko and caressed his soft hair. "Are you okay, babe?" He asked and John nodded.

"Randy and Dave beat him." He smiled and purred when his left ear was scratched.

"Thank you boys." He said to the younger humans who waved their hands. "Any luck, though?" He sat at the chair John had been sitting and let his neko crawl in his lap.


Next day, John went with Mark and Dave and Randy remained together. Again, luck seemed to be against them.

And after two weeks of searching with no results, luck smiled at them: they were having lunch at a restaurant when they all saw how a blond neko entered an alley and, about five minutes later two men went behind them. After deciding who was going to see what was going on by playing rock-scissors-paper Randy went to the alley and stopped short when he saw two nekos protecting another one from two men.

He stood there, listening the growls, eyes glued at the nekos they didn't saw coming in the alley: one was brunette with a really long mane, tall, well built up, the other had shorter hair and Randy would swear that it was purple, but he wasn't so sure, and was slightly smaller than the other one. He also had one arm completely tattooed. He couldn't see their ears and tail colour.

"Stay away from him." The brunette growled, huffing.

"And what are you going to do?" One of the humans said.

"How 'bout beating you to death like you do to him?" The other one replied, liking his lips.

"Neko can't touch humans. It's the law." The same man said.

"Yeah, that's law for domestic neko. We are wild." That words echoed in Randy's head: it was the same word Dave had used. "And your stupid laws do not apply to us." The one with purplish hair said, smirking. "You leave him alone."

The men looked at each other and nodded before running to the nekos, who growled and ran towards them, clawing them, wildly at any part of their bodies they could reach. After a few minutes of fight the humans fell on the floor, unconscious, and the nekos went next to the blond one, who was sobbing on the floor. Then they stood up and started to walk away.

"Hey! Wait!" Randy yelled and they stopped.

"Who are you?" The brunette asked.

"I… My friends and I have been looking for you for about three weeks, more or less." He said.

"And why would a human look for us?" The brunette asked.

"We… My friends are here, in that restaurant, why don't you come with us?" He asked.

"What do you say, baby?" The taller asked to the other one.

"Why not? I'm hungry anyway." He said and then held the hand of the blond neko. "What's your name?"

"Randy. Randy Orton." He stated. "You are the Hardys, right? The ones that help abused nekos." He asked as he started to walk to the restaurant.

"How do you know that?" The brunette asked, stopping short and growling at him. "I'm starting to think that this is a trap. You know way too much." He stated and started to walk away and the smaller one followed him.

"No! Wait! I'm a friend of Hunter!" That sentence made them stay still.

"You know Hunter?" The one with purple hair asked.

"Yeah. He asked us to look for you. Please, come with me. No one is going to hurt you, I promise." He said.

"What does make you think that any of you could hurt us?" The smaller said and then stopped when he saw John on the table. "Johnny?" The one with purple hair muttered. "Looks like Little Johnny have a new master." He said and then walked to the table, still holding the blonde's hand. "Hey there, Little Johnny." He said, smiling.

"Je-Jeff!" He exclaimed, with wide-open eyes.

"So… guys," Randy began "they are the Hardys." He sat down at his empty chair. "Grab a chair."

"No, thanks. We can stay to long." The other one said.

"Matt!" John exclaimed, staring at him.

"Hey there. Look like you found yourself a new master." He said, scratching the younger neko's ears, making John purr and Mark to groan. Groan that make Jeff and Matt growl at the same time, showing their fangs.

"Please, keep calm." Shawn said. "So, you are Hunter's nekos?" He asked.

"Yeah. Look, we can't stay here with him for too long." Matt pointed at the blond neko, who looked like he was about to pass out. "Tomorrow, come here." He handed them a paper with an address written in it.

"And you," Jeff said looking at Mark "better not hurt him." He said with hard voice, making clear that it was a threat. "Honey, we'll bring you to a safe place, all right?" He told to the blond neko with a very soft voice, almost like he was talking to a kid. "C'mon Matt. I don't want those two to wake up and find us." He prompted his brother. "We'll see you tomorrow."

And they started to walk away under the sight of the one sat around the table. "Well, I always thought that if Hunter got a neko, it would a passive one." Shawn said and the humans nodded.


Next afternoon they met at Shawn's apartment because it was closer to the address than the other apartment.

"This is not where I was." John said when he saw the white building.

"Are you sure, babe?" Mark asked one arm wrapped around his shoulder.

"Yeah. It was smaller." He said and then jumped a bit when the door opened a bit.

"C'mon in, hurry." A neko said and they quickly got in. "Matt and Jeff are upstairs. They'll be with you in a minute." The neko said before he quickly left.

But they were absorbed at the sight before them: there were, at least, sixty kid nekos in front of them, running, playing, reading or watching TV.

"Well, this is certainly not the same place I was." John said aloud.

"The other place was too small." Matt said, coming down the stairs with his brother next to him. They looked really different from the day before: while the previous day both of them were wearing black loose cargo pants with black shirts, now they were wearing grey sweatpants and tight black tank tops. "Excuse our clothing, we didn't know when would you come and we needed to do something with comfy clothes." He said and smiled at them. "Would you like something to drink?" He asked.

"No thanks." They all declined and followed them to an empty area that was filled with sofas and armchairs and with a really big screen in one wall. "We'll be fine here." He sat down with his brother on one couch and motioned for them to sit somewhere too.

They watched, mesmerised, how Jeff took a glass and filled it with water and gave it to his brother, with his tail.

It was then that Randy realised that he didn't know what colour had their ears and tail: Matt's one were completely black and had brown eyes while Jeff had dark brown ears and tail and green eyes.

"What do you know about Paul? Is he okay?" Jeff asked, impatient.

"Well, as okay as you can be in jail. But he said he was fine, that nobody bothered him." Shawn told them. "By the way, I'm Shawn. Shawn Michaels. And he is Evan." His neko smiled at the older nekos. "They are Randy, Dave, Mark, Glenn and Phil." He presented, pointing at each one. "And you know John."

"So, he's doing all right?" Jeff asked.

"Yeah. He was worried about you, though. Why didn't you go to visit him?" He asked.

"Nekos don't have permission to visit their masters at jail." Matt growled. "Stupid human laws." He said and Jeff kissed his cheek lovingly. "Anyway, you know you can't tell anybody what we are doing here, right?" His voice had a menacing tone.

"Yeah, don't worry. Your secret is safe with us." Glenn said and he was going to ask something when the door opened and two little nekos entered the room, stopping short.

"Oh. Sorry Matty." One of them said, giggling, closing the door.

"How many people do you have now?" John asked, looking at them.

"About hundred or so. Without the sixty-four kids." Jeff replied. "Some of them are fine already, but they decided that they wanted to stay in here and help us." He explained.

"Would you like to see the place?" Matt asked before he started pulling his hair in a ponytail.

And it was then that Phil noticed it: they weren't wearing a collar like him, John or Evan.

"You don't have collars." He said.

"Huh?" The rest looked at them and realised it was true.

"Yeah, Hunter didn't want us to have ones and we didn't want either." Jeff said, shrugging. "Besides, we are wilds, we can't bear the thought of having something that says Property of." He pointed out, shrugging and standing up. "Let's go."

They followed the brother through the enormous house: they had a room for the kids to play, each neko that decided to stay and help them had its own room too, then there were the kid-nekos bedrooms (one for boys and one for girls), the cinema saloon, the dinning room, a kitchen that every chef on the world would envy and two more rooms were no one besides them (and a couple of more nekos) were allowed to enter: the labour room and the new-arrived room.

"You have it all really well structured." Dave praised.

"Thank you. It took a really long time, but it's worth it." Matt said as he picked a girl who had been pulling from his sweats from the floor.

"Papa!" The girl said and swung her little arms around his neck.

"Hey darling. Say hi to them." He prompted her.

"Hi. Are you Papa's friends?" She asked.

"Yeah. I guess." Shawn said. "I'm Shawn, what's your name?" He asked.

"I'm Ruby and I four years old." She said proudly, making Jeff chuckle. "Dada!" She said and tried to reach for Jeff.

"Ruby, honey, why don't you go play with your brother?" Matt asked and put her in the floor.

"Ok Papa!" And she left.

"Whose daughter is she?" Mark asked, completely shocked.

"I gave her birth." Matt said. "But I don't know if Paul is the father or if it's Jeff. Not that we really mind." He shrugged and then pecked Jeff on the lips.

They chatted for a bit more, about the male pregnancy in nekos, none of them had never heard about it and somehow they ended up talking about the wild nekos and the domestic ones, and when Evan was about to ask about their eyes, another neko with short blond hair, blue eyes and golden ears and tail appeared.

"Cody is up." He only said and Jeff hurried to get up and ran to one room.

"Who is Cody?" Evan asked, gently.

"Cody? A neko we found about a week ago in an alley: we imagine that his master beat him to death and then abandoned him. We found him at the right time, we minute later and he would have died." He explained. "He has been unconscious since then. We always try to be there when they wake up." He explained. "I don't want to sound rude or anything but it's time for them to bath and unless you want to get soaked I would leave. But you can come back tomorrow if you want." Matt suggested.

"Yes!" John exclaimed and then looked at his master with pleading eyes. "Can we?"

"Sure, why not." He replied and John yelped, happy, hugging him.

"Thank you." The brunette smiled at him and purred when the oldest man kissed his forehead.

Matt smiled sweetly at the image, feeling his heart swelled with happiness for his Little Johnny, he and Jeff grew fondler to the brunette when they picked him up from the streets. And then two sharp mewling cries filled the space.

"Matty!" Two nekos ran to him and he kneeled in front of them. "He hit me!" One of them, with reddish ears, tail and hair, accused.

"No! He hit me!" The other one, who had white ears and tail, replied. And after a growl from both little mouth they started to hit each other.

"Enough!" Matt said firmly and both kids stopped right away. "That's not nice, fighting in front of our guests. You apologise to them and then go to the study room and write a composition about how badly you behaved. And you won't watch any film until you finish it, ok?"

"Yes Matty." They mumbled. "I'm sorry." They both said to the elder man, bowing their heads slightly and then left to the study room.

"You have an iron hand with them." Phil observed.

"Yeah. We have to with sixty of them; that would be chaos if we didn't. So are you all coming tomorrow?" He asked.

"I can't, I'm sorry." Glenn said. "I have to meet with a couple of people of my company." He said. "You can come if you want babe."

"Really?" His neko asked, moving his tail happily.

"Sure." The bald man kissed his cheek and Phil giggled.

"Well then. Call us when you are near." Matt said and gave Mark his cell phone number.

"Ok. See you tomorrow then."

Matt went with them and opened the door for them. "Hey, I'm glad that you are friends with Hunter." He said, smiling at them. "You are really nice people."

"You and your brother are also nice." Randy said.

When Matt closed the door, he turned around and started t gather the kids for their bath time.


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