The door opened to reveal a frail girl. She had long black hair that almost covered her bright grey eyes. The girl almost was like a ghost. She was so thin and pale that it was obvious that something was wrong. The light bruise on her cheek was indication of that much. The girl looked so sad until she made eye contact with Kyo.

"Why hello there wittle kitty!" the girl cooed in a baby voice as she ruffled his head, "Glad to see you're feeling better."

Now Kyo would normally respond to what just happened in a negative way. He probably would have yelled and cursed the poor girl out. Maybe he would have scratched at her, but instead he tried a different approach. He kept quiet. If he reacted his normal way, he would have revealed his secret and hurt his rescuer. Too much was at risk at the moment.

The girl flopped onto the bed causing Kyo to bounce. He scratched at the collar with his hind leg trying to see how secure it was on his neck. Hoping the house was easy enough to sneak out of, he was already planning an escape. His thoughts were broken when the girl began to scratch his head. He first started growling but it just felt so good that he leaned his body into it.

"Sorry about the collar, buddy. It's a flea collar so I figured it'd help you out a bit more since I don't know how long you were outside," she spoke quietly only to break the silence, "My dad doesn't know I have you, but if you stay hidden in here, you should be fine."

Kyo snapped out of his comfy trance and swatted away the girl's hand. How dare she trick him like that!? He had to focus on escape, not cuddling. Wait, what'd she say about staying hidden? Oh well, it's not like he cared.

"HEY, WHERE'S THE FOOD?" a voice bellowed from deeper in the house. The girl sprinted quickly out of the room, shutting the door behind her. Good, time to investigate.

He hopped off the bed and looked around. The room was fairly small. It contained a bed, a dresser, and a desk. The walls were a serene blue and the furniture was a dark mahogany. There was a stray pair of wet clothes by the foot of the bed. It was his!? Oh thank god, she kept them! …wait, why? Well at least it'll help him out a bit. It seemed that with the collar around his neck he'd be stuck in this form because if he were to transform, he'd be strangled to death.

"Hmm… a window. I wonder…" he said to himself as he leapt up the window. In the process, Kyo bumped into a picture causing it to knock over. He looked behind him and as if in slow motion he watched it collide with the hardwood floor and shatter. "…Crap…"

There was some shouting from somewhere in the house. Soon footsteps were heard after some shouting of a male voice and then the door opened. It was once again the girl. She looked flustered as she investigated the room to find Kyo at the windowsill with his cat ears bent to the sides in a displeased manner and a broken picture frame on the ground.

Kyo expected the worst as he looked into her fierce grey eyes. He wondered what punishment would follow. What if she kicked him out? His head lowered at the thought. "Wait, no! That's what I want! A way out to get back home!" his ears perked up at the thought. Before he could look up and accept this possible good fortune, he was welcomed with a warm hug.

"You're just too cute to stay mad at, wittle kitty!" she crooned as she nuzzled his head. Kyo's eyes widen in shock.

He gave one of his classic knee-jerk reactions. Kyo swiped his claws at the girl and gave out a strangled sound of aggression. Within seconds the girl jumped back from the orange cat, examined her arm and rushed out of the room to clean the wound. Normally, Kyo would be excited to possibly get kicked out and return home, but it wasn't his style to hurt the opposite sex. He sighed to himself. Why did things have to always be so difficult for him?

If it weren't for the phone that Kyo just spotted on the desk, he would have thought he had the worst luck. Though in his cat form everything seemed bigger, he eventually managed to climb his way up to the desk. He nudged the phone with his fuzzy head and looked at the numbers.

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"Crap… What was the house number again!?"