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"ENRIQUE!"

The yell was practically torn from the younger boys throat as he lunged forward, catching the older boy just seconds before he hit the ground.

Sighing happily, Oliver suddenly noticed that the blond felt…lighter…than usual, so peeking a look at his unconscious boy, he felt his chin drop when he found a sleeping yellow-white cat where Enrique had just been.

Shifting the cat into a more comfortable position, Oliver stood up carefully, wary of the sleeping animal and hoping not to wake him, before running down the hall, yelling for his other two teammates.

"Oliver, what the hell are you yelling about?" Johnny asked irritably, rubbing sleep from his eyes but still glaring at the same time.

Oliver gulped and sweat dropped a little, he had forgotten how scary Johnny could be when woken up, but, remembering the task at hand, shoved the amazingly still asleep cat in the red heads face.

"Johnny, do you know where Robert is? Its an emergency!" Oliver gushed, looking up hopefully at the second oldest in their "family", who, realizing the panic in the boys voice, told him that Robert had stayed up all night doing paper work in his study, and was probably still there now.

Smiling happily, Oliver thanked Johnny before once again re-adjusting the cat in his arm as he made his way to the German's study.

"Robert?" Oliver asked tentatively, opening the door just wide enough for him to squeeze through, Johnny following close behind. At first the purple haired blader made no effort to move, but did eventually, glaring tiredly at the other two, who although wincing, stepped forward until he was close enough to set the cat on the table.

Robert gave them a strange look, but then the cat began to wake up, yawning cutely before blinking and opening warm blue orbs which looked at them curiously.

Oliver felt his heart sink.

When he had thought about the resemblance, he had just brushed it off as coincidence.

But now, looking into those all-too-familiar ocean blue orbs, he no longer had doubts.

This cat, somehow, was Enrique.

Apparently, the others thought the same, but were a little less credulous, instead choosing just to stand there with their mouths agape.

"w…what on earth do you think happened?" Robert asked in such a calm tone that it made the French boy angry, Enrique was probably in trouble, and he seemed to care less.

"Yea, Oliver, what the fuck happened?" Johnny echoed in a more…crude…way.

"I don't know" Oliver admitted. "he was already like this when I found him"

Biting his lip worriedly, Robert began to stroke the cat absentmindedly, smiling a bit when the cat purred and rubbed against him, but hissed when Johnny tried to do the same.

Oliver giggled, but picked the cat up again, cradling him against his chest until he fell asleep purring deeply.

Sitting down in an armchair, Oliver cradled him delicately to his chest, but when he looked up at his teammates, his eyes showed nothing but fear.

"what are we going to do?" he asked, obviously more to himself than anything else.

"Well, I have a aunt who shall be visiting soon who knows some witchcraft" Robert suggested.

Enrique growled, his back arching as he thought of the heavily perfumed woman. He had never liked her, and he was damned if he was going to let her use one of her mumbo-jumbo spells on him.

To say he didn't like her was an understatement.

Worried, Oliver clutched him tighter so that he wouldn't run away and get lost in the many halls and corridors. Enrique had always been bad with direction, and now his short stature as well as his kitty attention span was sure to give him even more trouble.

Surprised by the sudden action, Enrique panicked and blindly lashed out, notching Oliver in the elbow all the way down to his wrist before landing gracefully on the ground with a proud mew.

Gritting his teeth, Oliver grabbed a rag Johnny handed him and pressed it to the wound, wincing but smiling as a worried Enrique leapt back onto the armchair, looking up at the greenette with worry-filled azure eyes.

'Too cute to resist' Oliver thought to himself with a blush as his hand ran absentmindedly through thick blond fur, blushing even deeper when the other purred deeply and rubbed his cheek against his hand. Seeing as the wound had finally stopped its dangerous blood flow, Oliver unwillingly stopped the petting session, his heart nearly dropping when he saw the look on Enrique's face.

He seemed to get over it fairly quickly however, and was soon happily following the greenette, weaving himself playfully between the boys legs, much to his annoyance.

Grabbing a roll of bandages, alcohol, and some clean cloth rags, he slowly began to treat himself, wincing and scrunching his eyes shut as the alcohol stung quite painfully.

Enrique mewled pitifully, it hurt him to see his crush in so much pain. Oliver, somehow understanding the others distress, smiled and pet him, murmuring words of conscious, for himself as much as it was for Enrique

Wrapping up the wound, Oliver heard his stomach growl loudly as blushed, clutching it as he realized he hadn't eaten since he had woken up.

However, he suddenly felt very tired, even more than he was hungry, not to mention his room was closer than the kitchen…

His mind made up, Oliver make the short trek to his room before collapsing ion his bed, and was out like a light in no time, curled up conferrable with his lags curled up tightly, his hands laying clasped together on the side.

Sweat dropping, Enrique was jealous of how quickly the French boy fell asleep, and was just about to leave and see what the others were doing when a idea crossed his mind.

Blushing brightly, Enrique jumped back up on the bed, trying to walk as lightly as he could so as not to wake the other.

Unfortunately, he had somehow forgotten how light of a sleeper Oliver was, but, instead of kicking Enrique away, he smiled adorably, rubbing sleep from his eye before reaching out and grabbing Enrique, pulling him closer to his body before falling asleep again, although Enrique had to wonder if he had been awake at all.

For a while, he lay there as stiff as he could, but eventually relaxed, even purring slightly when Oliver pet him sub-consciously, before curling up and falling asleep.

It was the best sleep he had had in a long time.

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