Over the year, Taitsu-kun has made thousands of nyan-nyans. It stands to reason that at least one would come out intelligent.
A crowd of identical blue-haired girls were clustered outside a door, saying things like "heal, heal, fix, fix" and "Come on out, Chichiri-san, we'll cure you!" Their babble grew louder and louder as they tried to out-do each other in tempting Taitsu-kun's young student to come out of his room.
Chichiri was tempted, but not to come outside. He gritted his teeth as the chatter interrupted his thoughts yet again, and reminded himself that it was impossible to actually destroy the pests. Not to mention, it would be extremely rude to his host.
Out in the hall way, one nyan-nyan backed out of the crowd and stared at the door. She felt the strangest sensation, as if a wind were blowing in her mind. A couple other nyan-nyans looked over their shoulders at her in confusion, but turned away when she just stood doing nothing.
Something tickled her mind as she stared at the door, and she waited patiently till it finally surfaced: the day Chichiri-sama moved in, Taitsu-kun had opened this door with a key.
She bounced off, while her sisters pounded on the door, oblivious. She entered Taitsu-kun's workroom, and snatched the keys from their wooden peg. Then she bounded back, and edged through the crowd to the door. With much fumbling, she got the key into the lock and turned it. The weight of her sisters behind her pushed in the door, and as one they fell into the room.
It was also as one that they flew out on an explosive wave of chi.
It was several days later, and the nyan-nyan was extremely bored. Taitsu-kun had banished the nyan-nyans to the east wing when she found out what happened, and besides play with the others there wasn't much to do. For some reason, she just didn't feel like being around the nyan-nyans - she had found herself getting strange looks several times for saying things that the others didn't understand.
Mmmmmm . . . Nyan-nyan wonder if Taitsu-kun has forgiven us yet? She didn't receive any reply to her thought, so she ventured out of the east wing and into Taitsu-kun's workroom. The old sorceress was sitting in her regular chair, watching something in a magic mirror.
The nyan-nyan felt another tickle and waited, till it came to her. Taitsu-kun may still be mad at us . . . maybe we better not let her know we're here? The nyan-nyan nodded and crept up behind Taitsu-kun, leaning over the back of the chair to see what she was looking at.
She frowned as she saw Chichiri-sama holding a knife point to his chest in torment. What Chichiri-sama doing? He slip and that go in, Nyan-nyan will not be able to fix him!
The two watched as he tried, again and again, to drive it in. Again and again he flinched away, then stared down at the knife. At last, tears streaming down his face, he threw the knife into a corner and buried his face in his arms.
Nyan-nyan can't stand this, but nyan-nyan can't fix! "Taitsu-kun!" cried the nyan-nyan. "Taitsu-kun, please heal Chichiri-sama!"
"AAAAAAAAHH!!" screamed Taitsu-kun, leaping three feet into the air. "Nyan-nyan, you scared me! What are you doing outside the east wing? I told you to stay!"
"Please, mistress, nyan-nyan can't heal Chichiri-sama. Please, you heal? You fix?"
The little nyan-nyan was so agitated that Taitsu-kun put aside her irritation and said, "Yes, I will help Chichiri-san to heal." Then it hit her. "Wait, did you say you can't heal?"
"Chichiri-sama won't let nyan-nyan fix. Had to find other way."
"Gods of earth and sky . . . you learned. You actually learned something."
"Mistress?" said the little nyan-nyan. "Nyan-nyan make you angry?"
"No, why?"
"Taitsu-kun even uglier when she - aaiiiiiieeeee!"
Taitsu-kun watched the nyan-nyan enter the stratosphere. "You just didn't learn enough!"