Hilo everyone. Thank you Rita for your review, I very much appreciated it and decided to immediately get started on the second chapter for you. Seriously people, if I don't get reviews I tend to just not want to write them because without reviews I assume that you don't like it. So please review, they are important and I cherish each and everyone if it's fair (flames do not count as fair).

"It's better to stay silent and be thought a fool, than to open one's mouth and remove all doubt."

Feeling impatient, waiting a word from the police, I decided to poke around his pockets for anything that might have helped at all. Like perhaps he actually kept his wallet in his trench pocket, or even a cell phone… Okay, maybe not a cell phone, unless it had 'home' programmed in it, but almost anything would do. Gently lifting the edge of the blanket, I began to prod at the pockets, but was startled so much from something batting wildly at my hand that I yelped and jumped away from the sleeping drunkard, clenching my chest, panting. Sleeping Tranny merely mumbled something incoherent again and turned to his other side and snuggled even farther under the kotatsu to where he was nearly engulfed.

When I calmed down from my sudden fright I crawled to the other side of the small table and lifted the blanket to see what had hit my hand. Two large copper eyes stared back at me indifferently. "So that's where you went to Soudou (1)," I said, not really caring if I woke the guy up or not. I debated whether to drag her out from under there or not, but seeing as how the snoozer wasn't sneezing I figured it would be okay to just leave him. Unless of course the guy has a sever phobia of cats or is highly superstitious, but both of those would be quite rare, wouldn't it? Maybe. I don't know as long as there was a chance. "Come on Soudou. You've got to be hungry by now," I said as I patted the floor.

Her relaxed sleepy posture turned into a sleek focused crouch, with her long slightly bushy black tail flicking side to side playfully, right before she lunged at my hand with her claws unsheathed and teeth ready to nip. I was too quick for her and so she head-rammed into the wall.

I laughed allowed as she stumbled around for a few seconds before sitting down. "I just had to choose the idiot of the litter, didn't I?" I asked chuckling. These days, she was the only one that could make me smile and laugh.

She looked at me with a dignified 'to hell with you' look in her large round, gold-copper eyes, brighter than a shiny new penny. She even wasn't smiling anymore to add to her 'seriousness.' Her round head, medium length snout, and large ears made her look too cute to have any true desired look of 'anger' or 'pouty'; however she could pull off 'annoyed' and 'sarcastic.' Her short, sleek, glossy coat and her slight muscular build was that of a panther, and boy did she never let me forget it. There were so many times where she would hide up in high places, hiding in the shadows, sneak up on me, and then jump on my back, or more often my head. Of course there were times where I thought she was blind because she kept bumping into things, but after a visit with the vet, it turns out that she's just clumsy.

My clumsy cat that can make me laugh and is my current pride and joy… whenever I can find her and whenever she doesn't sorely irritate me with her answering machine or her claws.

I hovered my hand over her head, ready to pet her, before she hooked her claws around my sleeved arm and teethed my palm, her way of showing her affection. I lightly scratched the side of her head around her black collar with her name sowed on in bright orange. After a couple of minutes I shook her off and stood up to go to the kitchen to feed her, tripping on her on the way. She may act all mean, and disappear for a couple days at a time, but I know she loves me and really has separation issues.

In the end I decided to just let the guy be and work on a few things, like say, my photos for the sports article that was due today. As much as I didn't want him in my home or for him to be near me, there was no helping it. Besides, even if I did have his address, there was no way I was going to carry him on my back again, or, worse, bridal, from the car to the door. Plus, he might live in an apartment on some other floor besides the ground. Boy, would that be a serious pain.

Ryoji's P. O. V.

An agonizing headache forced me to realize my awareness to the fact that I was conscious, even though I really didn't want to wake up yet. My eyes were hurting before I even thought about opening them, I had a horrid taste in my mouth and I could feel that my body was stiff, but it was so warm under the kotatsu. Between the pulses of pain in my head, I wondered if Haruhi had made breakfast before she went to school, and if she would have a good day, and possibly tell me what happened. Either that, or hear it from Kyoya, either way was fine. The more I thought, the more I began to realize that something didn't seem right. For example, if I did happen to decide to sleep under the kotatsu in my drunken state, Haruhi would have kicked me and say something along the line of 'Get in your bed, we can't afford to waste money on heating the kotatsu, and change into your pajamas so I can wash your clothes this weekend.' She really does way too much, but she won't let me help shop, and it was a disaster the last time I washed clothes, plus she's such a good cook. She would make such a good wife, no matter how much I dread that particular thought.

Without opening my eyes, I scooted out from under the warmth and rested my head on the kotatsu enveloped within my arms to block out any light that might have been there. I grunted when I felt a sharp pain in my stomach-God I shouldn't have accepted that many drinks in one night! "Haruhi?" I tried, just in case she was still here and I just woke up too early, extending the last syllable in a whiny tone. If she had any mercy for her father she would hand me tea and aspirin, maybe flu medicine too. I hadn't felt this horrible due to alcohol since… ever.

"Ah, so Sleeping Drunkard's finally awake. Ish," a deep haughty voice said, obviously very sarcastic. It was a voice that I didn't recognize, so that was definitely bad. I heard a light clunk and light clacks, almost like bee-bees bouncing off the table.

Ah. Aspirin. I slowly lifted up my head and opened my eyes-thank God it was dim-and spotted the two small oval white pills. Well, if I was kidnapped, I may as well take the aspirin, right? Or maybe I still wasn't thinking too clearly. I popped the pills and took a sip of the lukewarm tea. Ginger, maybe, but I wouldn't have been able to tell if I was just drinking sweetened water. I was just thankful that it was at least a little warm.

When I looked at my kidnapper, he was actually surprisingly rather good-looking. He had that messy-but-on-purpose short black hair that strayed thinly in front of his light brown eyes that were placed on his slightly defined cheekbones on his circle shaped face. He had a straight, flat, thin nose, thin lips, and a smooth chin. There were loud purring, which distracted my gazed to his black cat that was curling up on his lap. "So, are you fully awake yet, or shall I just slap you until you are?" There was a slight smirk on his cocky mid-twenties face, that irked me immediately.

"Yes, I'm up," I said, glaring at him in retaliation.

"That glare doesn't work as well as you're thinking. What, with your smeared make-up, tangled mess of hair, your five o'clock shadow peaking through, and that cute thin patch of dried drool on the side of your face." He had a full arrogant smile stretched across his face. I could tell that he knew that I was a tranny, and that he apparently didn't care, but still… To make fun of how horrible I looked? That was a bad thing to do.

I would have yelled at the bastard if he hadn't been right, so I had nothing to say in retort. I looked around for my purse for my supplies to put on my face, but I couldn't find it around. "Where's my purse?" I asked, focusing my dark look on him.

His face turned serious, and said, casually scratching the corner of his mouth, "You were robbed in an alley. Since I didn't know where you lived, and you obviously blacked out, I decided to take you home until you sobered up. So, are you sober, yet?" His small smirk came back.

I had a tic mark on my forehead, and my eye was twitching. "Yes," I growled out.

Hilo again. Hope you like this so far. I'm going to try to put in humor in this, but it really depends on who's reading to consider it funny or not. Anyway, if you feel that Ryoji is out of character, please let me know. I read what I could on OM but he didn't show up much still, and he was only in two or three episodes in the anime.

(1) "Soudou" - It's not a name, it's just a word that means "black copper."

"Do not cut down the tree that gives you shade." - Persian Proverb