A/N:I love this manga, I read it four time in a row and about 20 times in three weeks, the beginning is actually kind of like how the story started, I will admit, but the story will change when Conri meets the caring side of Adrian, and so after the first chapter will be solely my own creation, I love the author, because I am glad that she brought this wonderful master piece into existence. I cannot wait for volume 2 to come out. And I owe a huge thanks to My wonderful Beta Sayain Girl.
Summary:Starts like the manga, but what if after Conri attempts suicide, he falls for Adrian's caring side. What if he didn't need Fay and Orpheus to bring him and Adrian together? So instead of Master and pet, the only question, is can Adrian and Conri be equals
Rating:M just incase
Disclaimer:This wonderful manga is not in my possession, meaning I do not own it. *sniffle* but no money is made, and I love the story anyway. It is probably better that I don't own it seeing as I cannot draw.
Chapter 1: Pet
Pulling the hat upon my head up higher, I made a sharp turn left into the corner: jumping quickly behind a trashcan to hide from my pursuers.
"Where'd he go?" an unfamiliar voice called out. My ears twitched.
"There! Behind the trash can," another voice called, pointing out what I had thought was an optimal hiding spot.
"Crap," I said standing quickly from my spot to fall into a run away from the voices. I turned another corner, running past countless alleys to escape before I was pulled inside one of them abruptly by an unnamed hand. That hand quickly became clamped over my mouth; I thrashed, trying get out of the hold and hit whoever had me against their chest. I didn't stop until the voice of the owner of the hand whispered harshly into my ear, "Be quiet, they'll hear you."
I stopped struggling, standing motionless against the decidingly male voices chest. We listened in silence as the people chasing me ran past the entrance to the ally. After a few minutes of silence, the arms let me go. Now free to do so, I spun around facing my attacker.
"What do you want," I spat icily.
"Nothing," the still shrouded in darkness silhouette said.
"I refuse to be a pet." I said firmly.
"I don't want a pet," the voice said as if that was completely normal.
"Everyone wants something," I said, disbelieving.
"I don't." he said, and patted my head, "There, bye." and he walked off.
I watched him go, stunned. The only one thought was in my head, 'who doesn't want a pet?' Maybe it was the cat in me, but I had to find out. So, naturally, I followed him; his trail leading me to a huge house. I sat there for what seemed like hours, waiting for the chance to do something. To do what, I wasn't sure but the opportunity struck when his phone rung, I watched him as he flipped it open to answer. Soon after he walked out of the house, not one to pass up an opportunity I decided that I had to get inside his house, to find out what made him different. I jumped onto the patio from my perch on a neighboring tree, and tried the window, but it was locked. I moved to the patio door, and it was unlocked. I didn't spare a thought to what type of person locks their windows, but not their doors. It was Japan after all.
Sliding inside the house, I started snooping around. When my adventures took me to the kitchen, passing by the fridge made my stomach growl, reminding me that I had not eaten in quite awhile. Patting my stomach in contentment I stretched out lethargically. Making a sluggish trail to his bedroom I walked up to his bed. Deciding that he had rushed out fast enough, surly he wouldn't be back for awhile. Stretching again I stripped off my trench coat, laying down on top of the sinfully comfortable bed for a short catnap. A yawn was the last thing I heard before sleep took me.
"What the..? What are you doing here?!" a strangely familiar voice yelled at me.
My eyes snapped open, my shock so extreme that I fell off of the bed.
"Why are you here?" he asked again more persistently, but didn't give me the chance to reply before continuing. "You jumped in through the window right?" Once again, he didn't give me time to reply before pointing to the said window. "Well you can jump right back out,"
"Fine," I humphed in defiance, "I will," making my way over to the window, I slammed the blinds shut, "I'll go through the door,"
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Panic gripped me, spinning to face the man I asked, "Is there any way out that is not blocked by DNLC thugs?".
"Stay here," he said, feeling it best not to argue in this particular case, I hid under the bed.
After a few minutes, he came back into the room, taking a place on the bed, "You can come out now, they're gone."
Slowly I slid out from under the bed, sneezing, and trying desperately to fling the dust out of my tail; I grabbed my coat, and made to leave. "Wait," he called out.
"I knew it! You only wanted a pet of your own," I spun around, pointing accusingly.
"Hey, calm down," he said with a sweat drop.
"No, I refuse to be a pet," I said stubbornly, standing firmly where I was.
"Are you ever not angry?" he asked with some exasperation.
"When I'm eating," I rubbed my tummy, just to give effect.
He stared at me blankly, it was starting to make me uneasy before he took his gaze away and without another word got up from the bed and made his way out the bedroom door. I blinked and shouted, "Hey! Where are you going?" he didn't reply.
After a minute, he came back holding one of his hands behind his back. I eyed his hand wearily. It was probably a collar, yes, most definitely a collar! I opened my mouth to give him a piece of my mind. "I refu-" but my statement was cut off as a apple was shoved into my mouth. I could do nothing but munch on it and take another bite out of the apple he shoved into my mouth.
"There that's better," he all but sighed before continuing, "I told you before I don't want a pet. However, you did eat all my food," he gave me a pointed glare, "You owe me." he said.
I went to hand him the apple back, but he just scrunched his nose.
"Ew... I mean, no thanks," he said so, I shoved the apple back into my mouth.
"Are you ever full?" he asked with a shake of his head, "Anyway, why don't you repay me, by working off your debt?"
"Fine, but as soon as I finish I'm gone, I'm not being a pet to anyone."
"I don't want a pet," He waved his hand in dismissal, before putting it back to his sides, "I'm Adrian."
"Conri," I replied.
_________________________________Three Days Later_________________________________
"Conri, what are you doing?" Adrian asked.
"Cleaning," I said, peaking my head back up from behind the side table.
"Please be more careful," he shook his head, "You keep breaking things." As if to make his point he lifted a piece of sharded glass into the air before fixing me with a look. "I thought that cats were graceful,"
"Well, maybe if..." but my insult was cut short as my attention was all but nailed to the floor. My eyes growing large; my reaction made Adrian turn his head to look where I was looking,
"Conri, Don't do it," he warned, but it fell on deaf ears for what grabbed my attention so was the little mouse that was sitting there, looking adorably cute, 'Don't chase, Don't chase, Don't chase, Chase' I thought feebly just before I lunged after the mouse. Everything after that is a blur, but when I came back to myself I was on top of Adrian. Papers that I would later find out where his manuscript laid skewed all over the floor. A snap later and his pen broke.
Once he left, to get some ink remover, I went about cleaning up the mess I had made. I was beating myself up about my lack of control when suddenly the door burst open, and a man who I didn't know walked in. "Hey Adrian! Where are..." but his greeting was cut short as his eyes took on a twinkle of mischief "And who are you?" He asked, the twinkle unnerving me.
"My name is Conri."
"And I'm Ari," the man gave the info before checking me out openly and saying with pride "So Adrian finally got a pet."
I glared, "I'm not a pet."
"Ok, then," He smiled.
Just as I was about to snap at him, Adrian turned the corner, looking surprised at his friends presence, "Ari, what are you doing here?"
"Messing around with your pet," he turned his twinkle onto the addressed man.
I couldn't just let that slide, saying with conviction and anger again, "I'm not a pet!" I looked to Adrian, he better straighten this guy out!
"He's not a pet, and that word angers him." I gave a smug smile, my tail swaying in happiness over the "victory".
"Which word?" he looked confused and then smiled again, addressing me this time, "Pet," I punched him.
He stumbled back, "Call me a pet one more time…" I said, leaving the threat unfinished.
"I told you he didn't like that word." Adrian said with nonchalance, "Hey Conri?" he said, taking my attention away from the still surprised man "Could you take care of that stain?" he asked handing me the bag he was holding.
Taking the bag and rummaging out a bottle, I dumped a little bit of it on the stain he had mentioned and wiped it up.
"So, why did you come here if you didn't want to be a pet?" Ari asked. Everyone knew that all the 9Lives had come from outer space, sent here to serve whichever human obtained them. What most human didn't know though is that it wasn't a choice.
"It wasn't a choice," I said, sitting out my earlier thoughts. "The elders told us that we were to come and we couldn't go home until we have sacrificed eight of our nine lives for a human."
"Then why don't you just commit suicide eight times so you could go home?" Adrian asked me, stating the words as if that had been the obvious solution.
I could feel the tears prickling behind my eyelids when I responded in a whisper. "Just when I thought you were different…"
Snatching a box cutter that lay on the table next to me, I quickly made work of my wrists, slitting both of them. I watched the blood pour out of my self-inflicted wounds for a few seconds before my vision went blurry and I couldn't hold onto reality anymore.
"Conri!"