Alright everyone. Author-person here. This is an rp that I have been doing with someone who, in my opinion, is one of my most favorite rp partners. This particular one was the child of our ramblings about how we wanted to do an rp inspired by Halloween. We eventually ended up doing two Halloween ones. A zombieEnland one, then this demon one. This rp has been going on for about...hmm...5 months? (completely got way bigger than we originally meant it to be). Anyway, due to shit in my life it was put on hold. But because I wish to continue I decided to reread the rp. By editing it and putting it on here I not only wish to share the amazing that is my partner's rp skills, as well as also getting back into the actual mood of this rp so I can continue it with her. *coughs* Anyway...

WARNING: This is yaoi, and I MEAN IT. It also has what could be classified as guro in it (not sexual guro though), along with some things that might make someone of the more seriously religious persuasion to feel uncomfortable. I have warned you, so please don't read if you do not like. Also, if you see any mistakes please tell me. Thanks~

~Here we go~


Rain cascaded down from the sky like a waterfall. The clouds above a dark grayish black, only occasinally broken by a flash of light and then rumbling thunder. The neighborhood was quiet and gloomy, everyone in their houses hiding from the weather outside. All except one little ball of dark greyish, wet fur on the curb. A few soft mournful mews came from the shivering lump. It moved a little, trying to find shelter under a mailbox although there was hardly any respite from the heavy downpour.

Arthur was on his way home, bringing his umbrella up after getting out of the bus. The walk home wasn't very long after he was dropped off, and he was happy to be away from the office now. His boss and a few of his co-workers' lived hardly a block away but thankfully they would all be sleeping by now. They liked to make him work late even if he still had to get everything unpacked in his house and had plenty of other things to do besides work. As he got closer to his home, he thought he heard a soft meow and took a glance around. Spotting something moving under the mailbox, he approached out of curiosity. Kneeling down in front of it, he realised it was a cat and smiled slightly. "Who left you out here in the rain?" He asked, setting down his briefcase as he held out his hand for it.

The cat jumped a little at the sound of a man's voice before turning to look. A pair of sharp violet eyes locked with the Englishman's green. The orbs held intelligence that gave the impression that they were not looking at Arthur, but at his soul. "Mew." was all that was heard though as the cat slowly moved towards the human after having studied him closely. Its body was soaked, cold, and a little stiff. After a few slow movements it was rubbing its head against Arthur's hand, purring weakly.

"Do you need somewhere to stay?" Arthur asked, not seeing a collar on it. After petting its wet fur a bit, he carefully moved to pick up the cat. "Come with me, it will be alright." Making sure he wouldn't be attacked by it, he picked up his briefcase as well, managing to hold onto everything at once. Continuing toward his house, he had to work his way up the winding path on the hill. Once getting to the front door, he clumsily took out his keys and got inside. Closing his umbrella, he set it down on the couch along with his briefcase. Taking the cat to the kitchen, he grabbed a dish towel and started to dry it off.

The cat continued to purr the whole time. It gladly snuggled closer to the man's warmth as they moved up to the house. After getting inside the cat's purring got even louder, the rumbling sound verberating throughout its whole body. It looked around at the home, taking in every detail. The unpacked boxes, obvious signs of recently cleaned floors. It was obvious that the Brit had just recently moved into the home. While being dried the cats ears perked, hearing something in the depths of the house. When all the cat's fur was finally dry and fluffy again it butted its head against Arthur, still purring. It seemed to be smiling.

Arthur was thinking he found himself a new friend and happily began to pet the cat after drying it off. He didn't notice the sounds that the cat was able to hear, and was still perfectly happy with the house. "Do you have a name?" He asked, knowing well that it was stupid to expect an answer from a simple cat. Scratching it behind his ears, he picked it up again to head over to his room. He still had to get changed for bed since he had work early in the morning and had no time to really unpack anymore. Setting it down on the bed, he went over to his wardrobe and brought out a t-shirt that he only ever used for sleeping. Changing there in the bedroom, he neatly folded his clothes and put on the shirt. Keeping his underwear on, he just tossed the dirty and somewhat wet clothes into a hamper. Looking back to the cat, he had to wonder about it. Kneeling down next to the bed, Arthur reached out to pet it again. "I suppose it wouldn't be bad for me to keep a cat…" He said, talking to himself at first. "I'll make sure to get you a litter box tomorrow."

The feline continued to purr and give its ghost of a smile the whole time. It decided that it fairly liked this man, and, it would maybe accept him as it's master. But it had to test the man first. After repaying him for his kindness of course. The cat purred before nuzzling up against him, sharing its warmth with the human. It was already making plans in its mind, thinking of how to repay the man. Its ears twitched again as they caught another sound, seeming to come from the attic.

"I'll get food for you tomorrow as well. I have to go to bed and there's not much here to eat yet, so I hope you're not hungry. I'll find something to give you in the morning…" Arthur said, but then paused for a moment. Looking up toward the ceiling because he thought he heard something, he soon shook his head and passed it off. "This house is old, but it's nice." He said, mainly to himself. Laying down on the bed, he shut off the light and looked over to the cat.

With a flick of his tail the cat joined the Englishman. It would stay with the man till he fell asleep. The purring it gave out was rythmatic, almost like a lullaby. It nuzzled and pawed at Arthur a little before curling up against him. Ears still perked and listening to the barely audible sounds from above.

Arthur lightly ran his fingers through the cat's fur for a while. He was tired from the long day of work so it didn't take him long to fall asleep. There was nothing about the house that struck him to be odd, not yet anyway. The cat seemed perfectly normal as well, and he thought he would name it sometime. Going to work was something he hated because of the people there but he needed the money so he worked hard all the time and did his best to deal with it. During the night he shifted around, not enjoying his dreams about the office.

THe purring lullaby got softer as the human finally fell asleep. When it stopped completely is when the cat got up and padded off the bed, jumping down in a smooth motion. What landed on the floor was not four paws, but instead two feet. A tall shadowed figure stretched and glanced down at Arthur's sleeping face. THe man-like figure smiled before leaving the room. It set about unpacking the boxes that littered the house and organizing everything neat and in order. Ocassionally the 'man' paused and looked up at the ceiling, staring for up to 10 minutes or so at a time before just going back to what he was doing. It wasnt until the sun was just coming up over the herizon that everything was unpacked and fixed in the house. The storm clouds from the night before all seemed to have vanished, leaving the sky clear and the morning air crisp. The 'man' moved back up to Englands room. He jumped onto the bed, but only a cat landed. It moved up to the Englishmans side and curled up, purring as it fell into a light sleep.

An alarm didn't take long to go off in the morning and Arthur lazily moved an arm over to shut it off. Yawning, he forced himself up before he went back to sleep. When he noticed the cat there, he lightly petted it for a moment. Looking at the animal calmed him down even if he was going to need to rush in a few minutes. "I have to go to work…I hope you don't mind staying here." He said to it before getting off the bed. Finding nice clothing to wear, he got dressed and ready for the morning before heading downstairs. Pausing at the last step, he stared out at the room, jut now realising things had been unpacked and put away. Utterly confused, it took him a moment to realise he was going to be late if he just stood around. Shaking his head, he grabbed his things and rushed out of the house, not sure what had happened while he was asleep. He could only think about it until he returned home.

The cat mewled a little at the petting before watching England rush away. Then followed him down the stairs and watched him leave. Afterwards it stretched and yawned before changing again. The cat-turned-man smiled while moving over to a bookshelf. 'He' hadn't been paying much attention before while unpacking but now that it had time, he was going to learn about his master. Pulling down a photo album along with the few really worn books he set about seeing if this man was 'worthy' to be his master. If not...then Arthur might make a quick meal at the least.