A/N : Hmmm, okay! Last chappie here with Akashi's POV! I love doing his POV but it's hard. Since he's like, "I'm a king, you jackass," okay, maybe not like that. But still, it's damn difficult. Still! Update is update!
PS, I guess cats lived only for 7 years maximum. Literally, being a kitten means six months old or below. But they're still in half-human form, mmkay?
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That Cat, Mischief
Part II
I used to be alone. Not lonely, but a lone nekomimi that had been abandoned years ago, without a person to care. Perhaps, that was a partial reason of why my attitude had been cold. Isolation. I experienced it since I was a kitten back then.
You see, I was just about months old. Six months of living – then a commoner-like little girl placed me somewhere in the cul-de-sacs – placed me in a dirty box, and off she went.
But life is fair, and with my patience; one rainy night – a tall highschooler with both hair and eyes were the colour of scarlet – picked me out of sympathy. That time, I swore I heard his lips muttering the word "Kuroko". A pair of black tufts perked upon hearing the name.
Kuroko. . .
I licked my lips, duo-coloured eyes gleamed in the endless darkness.
Another cat, perhaps?
In the end, my prediction was correct. Never did I am wrong. My words. . . They are absolute. No past tense.
Upon my first meeting with him, he was nervous and shaking. Almost every mimis did the same as he did. Ah, but his was slightly difference. Despite the tremble of his body, those two pools of sapphire showed no emotions of whatsoever. Nothing. Blank. With that, I failed to read his emotions. Oh, pardon me – I failed to read his emotions. . . Clearly.
Really, Tetsuya was indeed a mysterious cat. Like the mystery, itself, lived within him. Born naturally unknown and all words of the mind was covered with a thick cover. Should I have known; the quote humans say are wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong – Tetsuya was not an open book. Like how citizens of Earth said; humans can be seen as an open book, whatever it is. . . But no. Tetsuya, an exceptional, was blocked, closed by a leather cover that printed the words 'MYSTERY'. Total mystery.
Though, that was what piqued my interest towards him. Of course, at first I want to test him. So, I did. Latterly, I found about his habits of consuming nothing but the vanilla milkshake. Often will I punish him by force-feeding, which I found him whimpering minutes after the torture.
Oh well, Seijuurou, sometimes you're really mean that you'll get karma. . .
Speaking of karma, Tetsuya was my karma. Why, you ask?
Well, the blunette made me feel weak. Just how adorable he truly is –even now! – God knows how to punish me. Soon after I started living under one roof, I began to look him differently. It was execrable at first, how my knees buckled, how my heart pounded in my chest; Everything about me became weak. And foremost, I hate weakness that it became hypocrisy.
Eventually, my feelings towards him changed drastically. Something about him, literally irked me to no end. For example, let us take a look of his innocence. What I mean was, how this low-life nekomimi called Ryouta often hugged him without permission. Or Daiki, who, even his presence was bursting with the word 'PERVERT'. But Atsushi was alright, lest he started to act affectionately towards my Tetsuya too. Yes, MY Tetsuya, indeed. The three of them were close to the blunette that a burning flame in my chest was enough to make a day stormy.
Fortunately; after a while of knowing them, they started to fear me, respect me like a king I supposed to be – but Fate must know well of my being that they made me a half-cat – and began respecting me. Results were, they distanced themselves from the bluenette.
Without a waste, so, I took my chance.
#1
You see, my childhood was spent by searching food and having to argue with those puny, gangster wannabes stray nekomimis. So, playing was rather scarce. But, ever since I lived with Tetsuya – bit by bit – he started to invite me into one of his plays.
Let me explain.
Tetsuya was spoiled with the constant milkshakes and toys. Often did I see him playing alone with feathered toys, or chasing birds, or tangled himself in a bundle of yarn. Honestly, the sight was whimsical just as himself, if not cute. Albeit I didn't realize that the sight itself began to attract me slowly and slowly.
And. . .
One day, the blunette tried to pull me into one of his games. As if on cue, I complied.
Silly me.
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.
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As always, Taiga came home late tonight. Bored, I tried to watch the box-like device, changing weird pictures into new ones. Tetsuya was true though, technology is marvellous nowadays; but I was not as excited as the blue-head should be.
Suddenly, a small thud was heard as my pair of black tufts twitched. My multi-coloured eyes narrowed in suspicion, and I pulled a long frown on my lips.
"Tetsuya," his name drawled from my voice. I saw him with a ball; his tail wagged akin to a dog and the fur thick, and the white ears were twitching vigorously. The short mimi was in a crouching stance.
Icy blue gazed upon my red and gold. "Does Sei-kun wants to play too?"
"I rather not. That's simply childish," I retorted, but my eyes were glued to his body. Somehow, his legs looked very enticing at this moment. . .
Lost in thought, I failed to notice the slightest change of his demeanor.
Pissed, the shorter breed rolled the red spherical object towards my direction. I, confused, arched my eyebrows to indicate a question.
". . . Want to play with Sei-kun. . .", the latter pouted. Inside my chest, my heart skipped a beat. My heterochromic eyes took little glimpses of the red object, and then back to his widening orbs. Instantly, my lips turned downwards into a scowl.
Face beet red, I nodded hesitantly. "Fine. . .", funny, how the words came out as a sigh – yet suddenly, my face lit up as he leapt towards me. His body met mine and out of the blue. . . He bit one of the black cat ears. . . hard.
"What was that for, Tetsuya?", my scowl re-appeared.
Somewhere between the blank look, the blunette smiled triumphantly. "Revenge." – a flame of a brilliant idea ignited inside my brain, sparked into mischief – my lips curled; "Fine, if that was what Tetsuya wants to play then I shall comply."
Within seconds, the two of us were sprawled against the cold floor. My hands reached his wrists and I pinned it on top of the cherubic head, my face ghosted to his pale skin – a part near his neck – and made a totally obvious bitemark. The blue-head wailed, but he didn't give up. . . No, it was just a beginning of our play.
Soon enough, he started to pounce on me just so he could take the smallest bite out of my skin. But with my cat abilities, I was faster and jumped with ease, away from the young latter.
"Grrrrhhh. . .", silently, growled Tetsuya without him noticing. His tail had been wagging in an incredible speed, frustrated and they curled almost excitedly behind his round buttocks. Again, he pounced on me.
Luckily for him; my back met with a hard impact against a table when I tried to dodge, resulting to knock over the oak and stumbled to the cold, stiff material. Grimacing, my body and tail frozen, having the two ears perked and twitched from the sound of Tetsuya coming towards the site I'm currently paralyzed.
Suddenly, I felt a weight shifted to my waist, straddling me.
"Haha, you win, Tetsuya."
"Ah, not yet. . ."
As expected, the latter leaned down to deliver a chaste kiss over my lips. The soft peck eventually turned longer when Tetsuya bit my lower lip, and I gasped in surprise – nobody dares to defy me, Akashi Seijuurou! – and so punishment I gave him. Right after the bite, the blunette traveled his tongue inside my throat. But I refused to admit defeat. For minutes, we went with the battle of tongues; twisting and turning and sucking – stopping a mere second for a brief of air before continuing the war. Did I fail to notice; ten minutes of continues lip-locking that his grip around me weakened, I took the golden opportunity. So, I flipped him almost harshly. Tables turned, it was me who had him straddled now, but the kiss stubbornly rolled on like a movie.
When we parted, the string of saliva still connected us. His face was flushed, azure dazed, and azure was my only blurry sight. One hand brought up to his cheek, and my index finger caressed the soft-as-baby, red cheeks. Leaning closer, my lips ghosted to one of them, and nibbled the spot gently. Tetsuya moaned and mewled helplessly, but he, himself was enjoying the motion.
"Ah, Sei-kun won his first game. . .", adorably, the blue-head stated.
A smile couldn't help but dawned on my face. "Right Tetsuya, I always win, don't I?"
All he ever replied was a tongue darting from those luscious lips, the mischief presented all over his face as he pulled away and leave.
My brain was dead for a moment. However, that didn't stop me from blushing.
Really. . . Speaking of winning, the blunette had thoroughly won my heart.
#2
I'm sure most humans wouldn't know this. . . But cats, when they greet, they rub each other noses. Literally, that also happened to us, nekomimis.
Even Tetsuya often did that to Daiki and Ryouta, or maybe sometimes Atsushi but he was too large for a normal-sized cat. At first, I was occasionally alright with that matter. Until. . . one day. . .
As usual, the neighbourhood was filled with us strolling around the streets, climbing onto bricked walls and napping on roofs. The day was cold, cloudy with no hint of yellow light poking in the midst of the busy, white puffs. The park, though, was packed with humans and mimis. Somewhere, a group of children with their attitudes caused a ruckus; but I chose to pay no heed.
My footsteps silent, and I thread against the greensward, having to enjoy the freshness. Red locks of mine fluttered against the gentle breeze, soothing like human's constant strokes to our heads, but this was much better. . . Ah, Tetusya's strokes were the best of course. The grass beneath my feet were ticklish, nevertheless I enjoyed the Nature's floor than the ones in humans' homes.
Seconds of solitary, suddenly, red and gold eyes landed on blue tufts. I grinned in response. "Tetsuya. . ."
His ears perked, noticing my call, and turned towards me. The sky blue in his eyes seemed to be sparkling upon meeting mine, but I don't really care about that. He trudged towards my direction, footsteps light and unnoticeable, and gave me a nuzzle – nose to nose – but much affectionate than usual.
"Is Sei-kun following me?", asked the blunette.
"Not really."
He scowled. "Then you are following me, partially."
". . . Maybe." My smile turned his lips to curl downwards even worst.
. . . Two minutes of pure silence, the world suddenly shook with the irritating meow of a blonde cat – "Kurokocchi! Akashicchi!"
Great.
Expectedly – from afar, I could see and sense a group of colourful-haired mimis walking like that kind herds you saw in Animal Planet channel. Even by the distance, their hair colour made it so obvious that they were Daiki, Ryouta, Atsushi and lastly – a new one that recently moved into the neighbourhood with his master – Shintarou. The greenette didn't really get along with Tetsuya, but he was occasionally alright and not clingy like Ryouta. And what really impressed me, was how he treated his master poorly; as in like a servant instead of a master-pet relationship. I have to say sorry for Takao, though. To get a breed like him. . . Hmm, I'm sure most girls considered a personality akin to Shintarou as tsundere. Really, humans are weird.
The more they approach us, the more my feelings boiled inside my chest. Jealousy. The pain of every lovers.
Worst; when Ryouta started to cuddle Tetsuya, showing every bits of affection he could whilst Tetsuya chose to stay silent. Good boy. . . –
And then, they started to greet each other.
Hmm. . . About the good boy thing. I changed my mind. Tetsuya is no longer one.
Anger pooling in my body, hastily, did I hoisted his arm in a rough gesture – very unlike me – and ran away from the surprised half-cats. Sure, they're muttering "What was that just now?" or maybe some; "Kurokocchi! No!?". But neither all of those statements did I give a care. Foremost vital was; Tetsuya.
Hetero eyes glimpsing, the blunette wasn't at the slightest delight of my previous actions. My held for his wrist tightened as we reached home, and I pushed him against the wall harshly. With a dark look, he frowned, "There's no need for that, Sei-kun. It was merely a greet."
Chin held up, a pompous smile managed on my lips. "Glad that you know the situation, Tetsuya," I lowered my intense gaze, my face shadowed by the silhouette, "But that's not the problem. . ."
"It's not a kis – mmph!"
Speaking of kisses, we were doing it. A very intense battle of domination, a war, an argument. Throughout the way, Tetsuya mewled in dissatisfaction as he opened an entrance for me to indulge. His fingers slid through my red hair, raking and clinging, playing with my twitching pair. Meanwhile, our tails tangled as if they were having a bliss of their own.
"Mmmhh, aaah. . . M-more. . .!", he moaned.
Our session stopped as I looked at him with a smirk. Tetsuya looked very enticing; starting with the azure eyes – half-lidded – and his luscious lips craved into a smile. Patience running low, I grabbed his body and hoisted him onto my arms, carrying him like humans would – what they would call it bridal style.
Locked inside the room, I gently placed him on the bed and licked my lips.
"You shouldn't ask for more, Tetsuya. . . This is a punishment after all."
#3
Valentine's Day.
An unfortunate day for the loners, and a blessing for the lovebirds – That was what I heard from Taiga. Usually, before I met Tetsuya, I would be in the category of loner. Disgusted by the stray nekomimis who had found their beloved felines, of course. Though, even if I met Tetsuya, nothing really changed. . .
Well, at least that was what I thought.
Anyway, the blunette had been craving for TV nowadays. Some programme he really addicted to often showed in 10:00AM, and when I discovered – literally – it was a Korean love drama. Cheesy, I know. But Tetsuya loved it so much, a love akin to his addictions of milkshakes, so I can't do much about it. Lest, I start watching those love stories too. But no. Akashi Seijuurou never watch such things.
Hence, when 14th of February came, something I never expect hit me. Though, to be honest, I'm really happy.
When I said about addicted, I really mean it; to the point of copying their actions.
Perhaps, there was a scene of an annoying, shy girl who gave something goo-ish to her lover. Upon watching that, I saw sky blue sparkling stars. That, I know he was fascinated.
And that, I didn't know he would do the same thing.
Thus, 14th of February.
How irritating it was, for such a cheesy day that the weather, too, had to be great. Without even a wisp of cloud hanging; yet I chose to stay inside. The day seemed so perfect, I feel like taking a slightest nap. . .
But a certain someone didn't allow me.
A punishment is needed to make, after all. Later.
"Sei-kun. . .", the short latter pawed one palm against my cheek, and nuzzled his nose against my red locks. I shuddered, enjoying the touch, and gave out a silent growl.
"What is it, Tetsuya?"
A sigh. "You shan't sleep at times like this."
"Why?"
"We should be celebrating."
That statement, a request by him, an undeniable order to me; was sufficient to know that he got that from television.
"Tetsuya. . . What kind of movies have you been watching this lately?", my arms pulled him on top of me, and he purred. Meanwhile, his tail twitching furiously before placing somewhere between my legs.
Silence. Tetsuya's blue eyes hardened, bottom lip bitten as he showed two nekomimi fangs poking out. He was lost in the depths of thoughts. "The Notebook," he informed, "The Choice, Dear John, A Walk To Remember, Safe Haven, The Last Song. . ."
I never thought that Tetsuya would be a Nicholas Sparks fan. Most of them are created from him. No, wait. They were all Nicholas Sparks' works.
"Do you enjoy watching Sparks' movies so much?", I scrunched my eyebrows, lips lifted in amusement.
Nodding; "Yes, especially A Walk To Remember. It's so sad the girl died in the end. . . and Safe Haven is surprising. It has a plot twist." – the blunette had been smiling all along, showing perfect dimples whilst I enjoyed it all. His smiles, I mean. "Anyway, Sei-kun. I have a surprise for you."
"It's chocolates, correct?"
". . ." The shy blue-head nodded with cheeks as scarlet as rose petals.
Hoisting his body into a sitting stance, which he's sitting on my lap, pulled out a tiny box. Just a regular, square-shaped, halfly decorated box. But when he opened the lid, there were Ferrero Rochers – fourteen pieces.
An idea sprang into my head, and I chuckled; "I'm not going to eat it by myself, don't I?"
"W-what do you mean?"
My lips parted as a signal, index finger pointing to the waiting opening. He, blushing, instead of feeding me – he ate the round-shaped bliss all by himself. . .
Before, lightly kissing me, and shove the smooth delight into my own cavern. Throughout the session, the two of us moaned; enjoying the kiss, the taste, the feels.
Seconds after, we parted. Sapphire orbs went half-lidded, but clearly he held a tiny bit of sly in his expression. I can't help but returning the grin.
"Cheeky."
"Nn, you're the one to say."
"I know. . .", another chocolate popped into my mouth – thus, another round to go.
I'm sure you remember about me feeding him, via French kiss. . .
#4
Do you know when cats thread on something – they were marking a territory? Don't mind what or who; once they step on something, stay there for a few minutes and leave, it had become their mark, their land, theirs forever. And you can't disturb them or it'll be war.
So, no need to be surprise when us, nekomimis, did the same too. Except for me, of course. I, simply, did not need any marking. Humans or not; they should be giving me instead of me asking them. But Tetsuya. . . Well, I never expect him to mark a territory before. No, wait. It's not a place or an object he thread onto.
Perhaps, from here, you might as well guess.
It happened during this one night. I was already inside my basket – no more beds, cause stupid Taiga had been paranoid – and was nearly asleep. Tetsuya was still in the living room, though, having to recover all the episodes he missed. Typical him. The lightings I set was dim, so barely could I see amidst my sleepy visions. But since I'm about to sleep off, I ignored the figure starting to approach me.
That is. . . Until I found something – or someone – started to straddle my lap.
". . . Tet. . . Tetsuya?!", once my sight cleared, the image of the blue-head was right in front of me. Sapphires were clashing towards mine, intensely and deeply.
His ears dropped, claws around my pants tightened their grip. "I'm doing something, Sei-kun. . ." By means of something, the blunette was using his claws to rip tiny holes on my pants. For the first time in my life, I felt like a scratching post. Honestly, being a pillow was much better.
"Do you mean by marking?"
No response.
Then. . .
"Mhm."
"Tetsuya, why are you marking me?"
He was nervous, I could tell. The long appendage behind curled and twitched in frantic each time I had spoke. Those tiny body languages were so easy to tell.
Red and gold of mine softened, and I hauled myself into a semi-sitting position. Languidly, I drawled; "Does Tetsuya wants to know how humans mark a person?"
His body tensed, neck and forehead glistened with sweat, nervous upon my question. Reluctantly, he nodded. Good boy.
Without waiting any further, I crawled nearer until my lips reached his neck; giving him feathery touched. I kissed the neck for seconds, before parting my lips and started to bite the area. Tetsuya, instantly screamed.
"S-Sei!"
The latter, I'm not quite sure yet, seemed to enjoy the mark I made. Once I released my bite, he looked at me with a smile. And, a liplock was made. Just a simple touch, coudld it be worse or better, had been a terrible war for us. Nevertheless, it was a good fight. I won, of course, but he didn't stop. Instead, the nekomimi touched my own pair of cat ears, a ticklish sensation, and roamed his deft fingers – pulling and clinging through scarlet locks. He moaned and mewled throughout the session, a beautiful song for me, indeed. My hands started to travel south – to his chest, to his stomach, and finally; to his erected area. I pulled down the shorts he wore, revealing the luscious sight of his slim legs. My lips landed on his thigh, and I bit there, too. His thighs, I mean.
Instinct kicked in, and the pleasurable moan came out again.
With shorts ridden, it must had been so cold. His legs shuddered, kicking, and his breathes heavy. But I pushed all matters in ignorance.
My thumb was placed on his – as what people called – hard-on, and again, he shuddered but with blissful pleasure feels. Leaning down, I gently kissed the tip and licked it teasingly slow. Dissatisfied, Tetsuya had his legs hoisted and wrap around my neck for a closer pull. Cheeky.
"Does Tetsuya want more of this?"
Hesitation thrown out from the window; the latter nodded with anticipation.
I pulled the quilt above us, a mischievous grin visible, and so our night devilry began.
That is, until Taiga's voice interrupted our moments; "I KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS DID INSIDE THERE! STOP IT IMMEDIATELY!"
Gosh, what paranoia.
There was a scowl marred on the blunette's face. I smiled at him sympathetically, and gave him a slow, chaste peck.
"Perhaps next time. . ."
"Okay. ."
A couple of seconds passed, and we halted our awaited activity. The latter pulled away from my embrace, and sashayed away from my sleeping place. Due to the previous heated kiss and all, the blunette limped towards his own basket. He did bid a little goodnight wish, and not long after, he was in deep slumber. It was rushed, just now. Though. . . At the very least, Tetsuya was sated, and that was better for now.
As for me, I'm fine by just seeing the obvious, red mark on his neck that he was oblivious too.
Tetsuya had become mine, and mine forever.
END
Cookie-chan : Is this okay? I'm not sure about Akashi's POV. Is he OOC? Anyway, I know you guys are not satisfied by just kissing scenes, and a little bit of that. *waggle eyebrows* I KNOW, OKAY~? *laughs evilly*
*fangirls start throwing. . . milk*
Cookie-chan : Wha? YOU WANNA FIGHT WITH THE COOKIE GODDESS?!
Kuroko : Mozu-san at it again. *le derp face* Anyway, try explaining about the cat stuffs.
Cookie-chan : Ooooh, yes! My gay cat had become straight! Toki now has a girlfriend! But she's still in adolescent age!
Toki : Mew.
Cookie-chan : No! You can't be a pedo! I will never approve!
Toki : Mew.
Cookie-chan : NOOOO!
Akashi : This girl is very useless, right?
GOM : *nods unwillingly*
Akashi : Then, she has no use for me. . .
Cookie-chan : Wha –?
Tetsuya : To explain about the cats stuff; Mozu-kun had done an observation from her own cats and research in Internet. So the things about greeting, threading and all are true.
Cookie-chan : Yeah. . . *sawbs* It's true, fathermuckers. Review, btw!
