Be Kiku ==

You are now Kiku Honda. You, Antonio and Feliciano have been on the road for two days, not entirely sure where you're going. Supposedly, you're heading for the largest speakeasy(a word which here means "refuge from zombies") in the state, where all the info on supernatural monsters is kept. From there, you'll figure out a mission and go out to help save the world or something.

Currently, Feli and Antonio are staking out an old manor house while you keep watch outside. You are in cat form, as you are a lot less conspicuous that way. You're prowling up and down the street, keeping an eye and an ear out for trouble.

Well, you got trouble, my friend.

He's a handsome man, with enchanting green eyes and silky brown hair that hangs just past his jaw, but he's a werewolf nonetheless. He's strolling down the street, and he looks like he's searching for something. If he comes any closer to the manor, then you're going to raise the alarm and/or attack him. However, he is still at a distance, so it's possible that he will just turn and leave. After all, it would be a shame to hurt such a gorgeous face.

You berate yourself for thinking of him as gorgeous.

He is not merely gorgeous, after all. He is breathtaking.

You're still berating yourself.

Cut it out and see what he does ==

The werewolf stops and sits on a bench, yawning in the sun. He stretches and you have to make a point of not looking at his tan, well-muscled(yet lean) arms. The light dances on his hair, creating a slightly golden glow.

Stop think such lewd thoughts! ==

You are unsuccessful.

Thanks to your sharp nose, you can tell that the man hasn't mauled any humans lately, and that he had eaten a turkey sandwich about an hour ago. Despite the obviously wolfish scent, there's also quite a bit of cat mingled in there.

Oh my gosh, what if this guy is a werecat killer?

No, there's no signs of blood on him, and the cat scent is fairly fresh. He must just be a feline fanatic.

There's also a slight trace of olive oil and something flowery you can't quite place to his aroma. Is that honey you smell? And catnip. Definitely catnip. You can't help but draw nearer, enticed by this unusual person.

Oh crap, he's seen you.

You freeze, fur standing on end. You are ready to run.

He smiles softly, and holds out his hand to you.

That's human for "I want to pet you."

No way are you trusting such a suspiciously-handsome young werewolf!

Go on, nuzzle his hand ==

What? But... I...

Do it ==

Tentatively, you step forward. The man's smile widens ever-so-slightly, and he seems to beckon with his outstretched hand.

So. Fucking. Suspicious.

Still, you're sure that you could totally kick his well-toned ass, if the need should arise.

You close the distance between yourself and his hand and let him stroke your fur. Even though it's demeaning and you're feeling slightly violated, it's been quite a while since you've been pet and it feels Good.

He's surprisingly gentle, and you can't help but close your eyes and nuzzle his hand warmly. For all he knows, you're just a lovable stray.

In fact, you're so lovable that you find yourself on his lap, and you don't even care. Your purr is a quiet purr but it's a sincere one. The man chuckles to himself, but it's not an Wicked chuckle. It's a kind chuckle.

Before you know it, his right hand finds that spot just before the tail, and you kind of forget yourself. That spot is a trigger. You're in human form now.

You don't even realize anything is wrong until you notice that the man has stopped petting you. Then you look at your hands, realize what has happened, and leap away from him, blushing and stammering and freaking out and being utterly adorable.

"I... you... er... I mean..." your face is quite red. "I apologize!" you blurt out.

"For what?" the man asks, tilting his head to the side.

You give him a stare. That stare that says "are you kidding me?"

"I let myself get carried away." you explain. "You had no idea that I am a werecat and I took advantage of that and I don't know what came over me but-"

"I knew you were a werecat." the man says in a calm, soothing voice.

Try not to gape at him ==

You have failed miserably.

Slap him ==

But that would be impolite!

Interrogate him ==

"Who are you?" you ask.

"Heracles Karpusi, unwilling werewolf." he says, and he takes your hand and makes as if he's about to kiss it, but you pull it away. This man is making you uncomfortable in a strange way that sends a shiver up your spine. If he were anyone else, you'd probably kill him for even thinking of kissing your hand.

"I am Kiku Honda." you reply. "Unwilling? Might I ask what you mean by that?"

"I want nothing more than to be a werecat." Heracles sighs. "All my life, I have adored cats, dating back to when I was still in diapers and crawling after my mother's old tomcat. It's just my luck to have been bitten by a Turkish werewolf."

"Ah. I see." you reply.

"Cats are just... so cool." he says. "Clever and sophisticated and independent and graceful... and you don't lose your cool when in creature form. You make a Good cat."

Your cheeks go pink at the compliment.

"Er, thanks." you say. "What are you doing here, if I may be so bold?"

"You may." Heracles says, face blank but eyes twinkling. "I am looking for a Good place to nap while my friend searches for food. I guess he'll be along soon."

"Your friend?" you ask. "Er, he isn't planning to look for food in that manor, is he?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Two of my travel companions are in there, making sure it's a safe place to stay the night." you explain. "If your friend is likely to harm them, then I am afraid that I will have to... prevent him from doing so."

Heracles considers this for a moment.

"What are your friends' names?"

"Antonio Fernandez Carriedo and Feliciano Vargas." you reply, a bit perplexed at his odd question. Heracles smiles at the second name.

"He won't hurt them." he says.

You stare at him for a moment before deciding to take this man's strange ways in stride.

You and Heracles both look up when you notice a large gray wolf stalking down the street opposite you. It looks up at Heracles, who waves, and then continues on to the manor.

"So... are there more of you?" you ask.

"Oh yeah. Ludwig and I are members of this resistance planning to overthrow the head vampire and restore things back to the way they were. We've got humans, mostly, but a couple werewolves like me and Ludwig and his brother... and a few odd ghosts..."

You stare at him. How could he be so willing to give away such precious information?

Could it be? ==

"You mean... you're from the largest speakeasy in America?" you ask.

"Pretty much." Heracles shrugs. "We call ourselves Abyssinia, though. 'The largest speakeasy in America' really doesn't have much of a ring to it."

"My associates and I have been looking for your group!" you tell him. "We weren't expecting to find you so quickly!"

"Really? Our headquarters isn't that far from here..." Heracles says thoughtfully. "I'll take you there, if you'd like."

"That would be splendid." you say gratefully.

"However, you must do something for me first..." the olive-skinned man continues.

"What do you have in mind?" you ask cautiously.

"Well... I've known some werecats who have the ability to call forth certain aspects of their animal form while still retaining human form..." he says. "I would like to see what you would look like with cat ears and a tail."

OK, now you slap him ==

"Excuse me?" you ask incredulously. You were expecting to have to do him a favor, or give him information, or something useful!

"I said-"

"I heard what you said!" you say sharply, before covering your mouth with your hands. Why are you being so rude? "Sumimasen. I only found it hard to believe you would ask something so... trivial of me."

"You can do it, then?"

"Of course." you say.

Be the neko boy ==

You are now the neko boy.

Meow~

Heracles raises his eyebrows, and gives you a quick once-over. He then smiles approvingly.

"Adorable." he says.

You immediately revert back to full human form, cheeks pinker than cherry blossoms.

"Excuse me?"

"What, did you sneeze?" Heracles asks. It takes you a moment to realize that he is teasing you. "I said that you're adorable."

"I..." you don't know what to say. This situation is entirely unfamiliar to you. "You... I'm..."

"Cat got your tongue?" he asks in a lazy tone. "Oh, are you thinking that I only called you cute because of the cat ears? Don't worry, you're adorable with or without them."

"I am afraid that I am not used to being spoken to in such a forward manner." you say, trying to regain control over yourself.

"Oh? You'd think it would happen more often, considering..." he says, eying you with what could possibly be a knowing look.

Do you have any idea how awesome it is that this sexy Grecian werewolf is hitting on you? You don't have time to really think about it, though, because you are interrupted by Feliciano and Ludwig exiting the building, with no Antonio in sight.

What has happened?

No, NOT Taylor Swift's "Trouble". I meant "Trouble" from The Music Man.

Yeah, Japan's secretly a pervert. Big surprise, amirite?

Whoops, i accidentally Antonio.