"Love will find herself, no matter the course. She will preserve herself no matter the cost."
Placido swatted away the offending hand. He was tired damn it. Tired of being used as a sexual outlet, of being locked in a room, tired of being in a dress, mini-skirt, go-go boots or anything else the bastard thought of dressing him in. He was just bloody well exhausted, physically and mentally. "Wake up kitten. I have a gift for you." Placido sighed through his nose. Gifts tended to be something dealing with torture. Except for a horse and riding clothes but those came with the price of having to ride with Him. Placido's master nuzzled Placido's ear. "Is it another corset?" Master chuckled, "no." He placed something Placido's hand. Cool, heavy, a handle. Placido felt lower and felt a familiar symbol. His sword! Placido shot up and hit another's body. Ignoring them, he examined the blade. "Thank you!"
Dark Glass smiled slightly at the barely contained elation in Placido's voice. "I think I'll be a little more patient with the clothes you force me to wear." "I don't force you to wear anything. You just choose to do so." "I do not!" "Yes, you do, Kitten." Glass watched Placido's face redden. "Quit calling me Kitten." "Then what should I call you? You won't let me call you by your first name and I don't think 'Emporer'1 would be appropriate." Placido slapped Glass. Glass chuckled and scratched behind one of Placido's ears. "What did I say about violence?" Placido bowed his head and said, like a scorned child, "That it isn't necessary to accomplish my goals." "Good boy," Glass got up, "Now, I'm off to the store don't dirty the place up. If you want to shower there's clean clothes in the bathroom."
Placido watched Dark Glass leave. Finally, peace and quiet. Time to nap, but a shower did sound good… He did smell like a cat, and not a clean one. Placido placed his sword at his side then got out of bed. He walked to the bathroom. He found the clothes, tight black long sleeved shirt, black skinny jeans with attached cat tail at the back, black furry boots with pink paw prints on the bottom, and-worst of all- a head band with black cat ears on it, the band itself was coloured to match Placido's hair. Placido sighed, Glass had said he chooses to wear the clothes, but then again what choice did he really have? Placido removed the clothes he was wearing and showered. When he got out he put on the whole outfit, including, the dreaded ears. Might as well, but he would go beserk if glass tried to put a collar with a little bell on him. Placido curled up on the couch and turned on the TV. He watched it until someone knocked on the door. He got up and checked it. (Trick-or-treaters.) He resisted the urge to gak and let the kids pick out candy from the bowl sitting by the door. He went back to watching the TV. He heard another knock at the door. He opened it to a miniature Yusei. It took him a moment to relize it was a kid. The adult with him was dressed as Aki. "Oh! How cute! A black kitty." Placido smiled. "Yeah, thanks. Your son looks cute too." He let the kid get some candy and waved to Glass as he walked up. The kid's eyes widened, "You a turbo duelist?" "Yes, I am." "Do you know Yusei Fudo?" "Yes, as a matter of fact, I do." Glass handed Placido the bags he'd been holding. Placido went to the kitchen and started putting the stuff away. He heard a mew and looked into one of the bags. He found a Siamese kitten; he pulled it out and set it on the ground. He finished putting the stuff away. Placido picked the kitten up and waked to the living and sat back down on the couch. Glass walked in and hugged Placido from behind. "Did you get the stuff put up?" Placido put the kitten on Glass's head the retreated to the bedroom. }
Dark Glass plucked the kitten firm the top of his head. "How did you get in here?" He put the kitten on the couch and followed Placido to the bedroom.
Glass cuddled with Placido. "You know we kept the headband on." "Huh? Really?" Placido looked at Glass. "Yeah." Glass petted Placido. "HEY! That tickles!" Placido laughed. He moved himself away from the playful hand. "It's supposed to, kitten." "But can't we sleep?" "Okay." "Without the glasses." "No." Dark Glass would be lenient on many things, but he wouldn't take off his visor. "What if I traded a kiss for it?" "No." Glass thought about what he'd accomplished. He'd take one of the Emperors down, but he couldn't leave him. Not in the state he was in. Maybe not ever. "So?" "Hm?" "My offer?" "Only if you wear it, too." "Okay..." Glass took off his visor and handed it to Placido. He put them on being careful of the lenses, and then he kissed Glass. Placido snuggled closer to Glass. "Nite-nite." "Good night."
Placido woke up looking at the world in re. He looked at Dark Glass. HE ran his finger down Glass's abodoment. Glass groaned and looked at Placido. "Morning, Kitten." "Why am I wearing your glasses?" "Because, you wanted me to talk it off and we traded." "Traded what?" "A kiss and you sleeping with my visor." "Oh." Placido rolled out of bed and pulled on his jeans. "Aren't you forgetting something?" Glass held up Placido's shirt on his index finger. "OH, thanks Placido plucked the shirt from the finger and walked out of the room.
Dark Glass watched Placido walk out of the room. The view was nice but what was being viewed wasn't all that bright. Glass pulled on his trousers and walked to the kitchen "Placid, my visor." "Whoopsie." Placido handed Glass back his visor. Glass watched as Placido began making coffee. He pinched Placido's rear. Placido squeaked. "Kitten, why don't you get the other kitten?" "Only you would begin and end a sentence with kitten." "Go find the kitten and I'll have some warm milk ready." "Okei." Glass hung his head. Had he taken it too far? In hind-sight he might have but it was worth it. He had a reason to come home. Glass pulled out a small sauce pan. HE did kind of miss that bit of fight in Placido. He pulled out the milk form the fridge as well as eggs and some veggies. HE poured tow cup worth of mink into the sauce pan then pulled out a frying pan.
Placido watched Dark Glass make breakfast. Glass must have felt his presence because he turned and smiled at Placido. Placido smiled back and held up the kitten. Glass chucked and went back to cooking. Placid put the kitten down and snuck back to the bedroom. HE grabbed a pair of flats and pulled off the headband. He set it on the bar separating the kitchen form the living room then left.
A white cloaked man, though his stature was more that of a boy, watched Placido leave. Took him long enough, he thought the man walked into the apartment Placido left and watched as his target picked up a kitten and turned around. "Who are you?" THE man smiled, "Your milk of amnesia." He charged Dark Glass, as he was called. Dark Glass threw a pan of milk at the man. He dodged easily, then leapt, kicked Dark Glass in the temple. He fell and hit the back of his head on the stove. The kitten was sent, clawing and howling, into the air. It clawed the cloaked man but he flung it as if it was a toy. He dumped the body into the river outside the window and left the room.