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"I swear, the hell do I do these things for?" Kanda muttered, taking the spare key from the potted plant outside the apartment complex. "Better question, why the fuck does he hide the key where anyone can find it?"

These were the questions which held answers that always eluded the Japanese male. Granted, Lavi only ever left the key there when Kanda had to look after Betsy, but still. Anyone could fucking find that damn thing, and he was just amazed no one ever stole anything. The room number was on the key too. Kanda noted for the umpteenth time since he started. Groaning to himself, he started the trek to the elevator, and to the floor the skirt-chasing red-head lived.

"Going up, Mr. Kanda?" the desk clerk asked.

"Yeah." Kanda grunted, passing the man. He knew the man from when he first started out his pet sitting business, he was nice enough, he supposed, but there was always that uncomfortable feeling he'd get from the man. He was too…something, but the Japanese could never put his finger on the exact word.

"Tell Betsy I said 'hi', will you?"

"Whatever." He left the lobby, making a beeline for the elevator. He made it just as the doors were going to close, but even then, they couldn't close fast enough for his liking. When they were finally closed, he let out a breath. "God dammit…what's up with that creep?"

Minutes later, found the Japanese male at his friend's(?) apartment. Shifting the bag of food into his other arm, Kanda took the key, and unlocked the door. Stepping inside, he was first met with the smell of…a mess. "Oh for fuck's sake!" Kanda growled, as he placed the bags on the floor. "Didn't that idiot clean her cage before leaving?"

Apparently not. As he turned on the light, he saw Betsy in her cage pen, sleeping on top of her 'house' that she normally slept under. Growling profanities under his breath, Kanda decided he'd set off to getting to work before anything else.

( - * - )

Having been startled by the outburst, the tiny cat had woken up in shock, fearing he'd been caught. Considering the bag wasn't opened all the way, he assumed he wasn't. What was that god-awful scent though? Wrinkling his nose, he started pressing his button nose against the zipper, effectively opening it a little more so he could pop his head out, even if only slightly. Where was this place?

"Che. I swear, every time I come around, he always has to fucking leave me with your mess. Isn't that his job?"

"He did, but I just like it better when you clean my play pen~" The cat heard the creature say. It was almost a shame humans couldn't hear them…but the feline was pretty sure that'd be for the better.

"Why don't you go play or something?" Kanda sighed. "This is going to take all morning."

"As it should~" The ferret grinned, before spotting a blob of white and gray. "Oh? What have we here?"

Realizing he'd been caught, the cat quickly hid back into the bag, hoping the strange beast wasn't going to find him. But alas, his luck was not so. "U-Um…hi…?"

"What in the hell?" Realizing his mistake, he hid under some sort of material, hoping the human wouldn't find him. 'Moyashi' failed to remember that to the ears of humans, they only made their natural noises. Meaning his nervous hello, was actually a scared meow.

The bag opened, and 'Moyashi' hoped his tail wasn't going to give him away. Or his breathing at that matter. Much to dismay the article — a shirt, he'd realized — was pulled off him, revealing the surprised face of the man that had rescued him just the other day.

"The hell are you doing in there, Moyashi?" Kanda asked.

"Um…playing?" The cat knew the human couldn't actually hear his excuse, but he was sure his meow was more than capable of giving the man an idea.

"Actually…" Kanda eyed Betsy, before looking back to 'Moyashi', "How about you keep her busy? I'll buy you all the fish your stomach can take."

Silver eyes widened at the prospect of food. All the fish he could eat? Sign him up! "What a kitten." Betsy sneered. "Who are you, and why are you even in Yu's bag, hm?"

"Yu…?"

"That's what my human calls him. Usually, he almost gets skewered with knife though…a really large knife with a thin blade."

"A large…thin-bladed knife? Like a kitchen knife?"

"Moyashi, go play with Betsy for a while." Kanda told the cat, taking him out of the bag, and placing him on the floor. "Stay out of trouble."

"Fine." 'Moyashi' mewled.

"He calls you 'Moyashi', a lot."

"What's even a moyashi?"

"Hm…I might know…but you'll have to catch me first, kitten!"

"H-Hey! Wait up!" 'Moyashi' was already chasing the ferret that was running way.

( - * - )

Kanda sighed. Really, maybe finding 'Moyashi' in his bag wasn't nessciarly a bad thing. Betsy wouldn't have left him alone. He watched as the two creatures ran off somewhere, before giving his attention back to the task at hand. Yes, this would take a while, but…it'd be fine, he was sure. "Back to work." He decided.

Barely done with the cleaning, a loud threatening 'meow' was heard from the den. It was soon followed by a something crashing to the floor, and that was what had Kanda rushing to see what happened. He was met with a mess, and a certain cat that was more than certainly in trouble. "Mo. Ya. Shi."

Said cat stiffened, before turning to face the angry expression of Kanda. His ears and tail drooped, but he couldn't understand why he was being scolded.

Betsy was under him, as though he'd attacked her. The bookshelf had fallen over, books and other things were crushed beneath its heavy shelves.

A mewl.

"Che. Do you know what the hell you just did?" Kanda picked 'Moyashi' up by the scruff of his neck, pulling the tiny cat up to eye level. "You attack Betsy, and destroyed some shit I'm more than certain is fucking expensive."

Silver eyes widened, before they glowered. An angry meow left the feline's mouth., almost a growl.

"Maybe I should send you to an animal control center."

'Moyashi' began squirming, almost as though he was disliking that option. He whined.

"Appologize to Betsy. And I don't want you moving until I've cleaned this fucking mess."

( - * - )

Appologize?! Why did he have to do that? He just saved her! There had to be some way for him to explain all this…but how does a cat go about doing that? Panicking, the cat tried getting out of Kanda's grasp.

"Don't panic, kitten." Betsy told him. "I think I know how to save your hide. If he seems I'm not hurt, he'll probably put two and two together."

"Wah! Really?! Please, I don't want to risk going back there!"

"There?"

"Huh…? Th-there…where's…there…? What…what is 'there'…?" The cat had stopped struggling, his heart rate picking up as his mind was trying to piece together a memory that he couldn't remember. "There…a weird place…"

"Moyashi?" there was worry in the human's voice. "Oi, Moyashi?"

Why was he afraid of a place he couldn't remember?

( - * - )

"What's wrong Betsy? You're not hurt, are you?" Kanda asked when the ferret climbed on his shoulder. He didn't see so much as a scratch...did that mean…what he was seeing wasn't what he thought it was?

Betsy gave him a soulful look, and Kanda found himself sighing.

"I get it…you were playing too roughly…and Moyashi pushed you out of the way."

The Ferret seemed satisfied, before leaping from Kanda's shoulder, to the table beside him, before scurrying to the end, where she promptly headed off towards the main room, where her pen was.

And he had a week of this. "Moyashi, let's get you some fish, alright?"

No response.

Quirking a brow, Kanda tried again, "Moyashi?"

Silent. The cat's eyes stared blankly ahead. What was wrong with his cat?

Miki here!~ I just wanted to ask of anyone reading this to Review this story and I'm going to try hard to post more chapters for this story! Thanks you to all my kitties!~ *bows* Until Next Time!