Chapter 4: Misaki's First Heat: Returning

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Misaki's First Heat

Chapter Four: Returning

Misaki looked at the clock for about the tenth time in the last forty-five minutes as he paced the floor of Akihiko's spacious front room. His tail twitched with agitation. Usagi-san had been gone for over two hours now and he was getting increasingly antsy.

The neko glanced around the immaculate apartment. Once Usagi-san had left, he had cleaned the mess he'd made on the landing. (He had long learned since he'd moved in with his owner that it was no good crying over spilled Misaki milk.) Now he was caught up on all his chores and for the first time, in as long as he could remember, Misaki didn't feel at all like baking.

He had also taken another cool bath and gotten dressed in his usual uniform of khaki shorts and a hoodie, though he was feeling strangely inclined to be naked. Unsure of what to do with himself now, his mind overrunning with increasingly disturbing thoughts, Misaki went and sat nervously on the couch.

As he drummed his long fingers restlessly on the knobby knees, Misaki was feeling decidedly feverish again. The interminable itch inside him had also returned and was getting more irritating with every moment that passed.

On top of all this he felt like he might end up "broken" again at any minute for no reason he could discern.

To his great dismay, Misaki suddenly found himself wondering why Usagi-san didn't get his cotton tail home and just fuck him already. As soon as this thought coalesced in his mind, his drumming fingers stopped and he gasped.

Where on earth had that come from?

Misaki ran a hand across his hot forehead. He knew Dr. Ochi seemed to think whatever he had was nothing serious, but suddenly he wasn't so sure. He wondered if he should go get a thermometer and take his temperature because, thinking something like that, he knew he must be delirious.

Worried, Misaki popped up from the couch and was on his way to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom upstairs when he heard a knock on the apartment door. He turned and headed back towards the entry.

He was about to open the door when he remembered what Usagi-san told him before leaving. Misaki hesitantly called out, "Who's there?"

"Oi, Misaki! It's Shinobu," came an irritated voice from the other side of the door. "I brought back those 'The Kan' books you lent me."

"Shinobu?" Misaki breathed happily. He stood up on his tiptoes and peeked through the peep hole. A pair of large annoyed gray eyes peered back at him out from under the Takatsuki kitten's tousled caramel bangs.

"Are you going to let me in or what?" Shinobu demanded.

This question gave Misaki pause. While he knew that his owner had held strong reservations about the wee Takatsuki ever since the neko-nip incident and, even though Usagi-san had specifically stated that he was not to let anyone in… surely that didn't include Shinobu?

"Uhh… I'm sorry, Shinobu, sir," Misaki stammered apologetically. "But Usagi-san's not here and he told me not to let anyone in while he was gone. Would you mind please just to leave them outside and I'll bring them in later? If it's not an inconvenience, that is."

Now normally Shinobu would have had no qualms about just dropping the other neko's silly story books outside the door and heading off, but the truth was, he and Miyagi had been arguing on their way about the impact of globalization on the Japanese economy and Miyagi had been winning their debate. Now Miyagi was waiting for him out in the parking garage, smoking while he waited at his car, and Shinobu was in no hurry to get back and resume their discussion.

Also, for some reason, maybe it was that delicious scent that seemed to be wafting out from under the door, the caramel kitten found himself really wanting to get in to the apartment to see Misaki.

Shinobu had noticed the wonderful aroma… kind of a cinnamon and strawberry blend, when he had first stepped out of the elevator and into the hall. He had wondered at that moment if Misaki was baking again. He had to admit the Takahashi neko was dumb as a post in some ways, but he made a hell of a shortcake.

The sharp Takatsuki had also observed a couple of the apartment building's maintenance nekos out in the hallway too: pretending to work, but more even more obviously, just hanging around. To be honest, it was kind of creeping him out.

"I've told you before, Misaki, enough. Can the 'sir' already. And why can't I give them to you in furson if you're standing right there?" Shinobu growled through the door.

"Usagi-san told me I wasn't supposed to let anyone in while he was gone."

"Misaki, how old are you for cripes sake?" Shinobu chided. "Are you going to let that idiot owner of yours direct your whole life?"

Misaki pondered this a moment. Shinobu was awfully persuasive and the younger neko's angry voice, rather than irritate, sounded awfully attractive at the moment. The heated hybrid made one last half-hearted attempt to obey Usagi-san's directives.

"The vet, Dr. Ochi, was here earlier; since I wasn't feeling well," Misaki said through the door.

"Did he say you were contagious?" came Shinobu's peevish reply.

"Uh… no… n-nothing like that…"

"Uh huh… and how do you feel right now?"

"Better, I guess," Misaki replied, sheepishly.

In fact, hearing Shinobu's voice was actually making him feel even better. Little shivery sensations were shooting up and down his spine.

Misaki's tail twitched as the itch inside him called him to open the door. This was seconded almost simultaneously by Shinobu.

"Come on, Misaki. Just let me in, it's a nuisance trying to carry on a conversation through the door."

At these words Misaki realized that by keeping Shinobu out he was inconveniencing the other kitten and there was nothing worse than the idea that he might be causing someone else a bother.

He undid the latch, cracked open the door, and Shinobu pushed in.

"You might want to lock that again though, Misaki," Shinobu warned. "There are some weird neko guys hanging out in your hallway."

"Uh… okay… Thanks."

After relocking the door, Misaki turned back towards Shinobuand found himself wondering unexpectedly if it was just him, or if the other kitten didn't look particularly cute today, in a kind of intelligent, pissed off sort of way.

"Here's your books back." Shinobu held out the manga. His eyes roved up and down Misaki as though he was seeing the other neko for the first time.

Shinobu sniffed. Whatever Misaki was baking smelled positively wonderful. The blond cocked his head.

"Have you been working out or something, Misaki? Maybe got a haircut? Because something about you seems different today."

Misaki blushed and shook his head "no." Then he motioned to the books in Shinobu's hands.

"Did you like them?"

"Well, the text itself is relatively banal. But it did take me off on a larger exploration of the history of Japanese graphic narrative and the relationship of manga to historical wood block prints. Then I found a rather large body of academic writing on societal subtexts contained within contemporary anime production that was fairly engaging."

Misaki blinked green eyes in wonder. "Uhwahhh... Uh… you lost me at 'banal,' Shinobu, sir… Does that mean you thought they were cool?"

Shinobu sighed and wondered if he should even bother trying to repeat what he'd just said in a manner the other neko would understand, but then the most astounding thing happened. Misaki's hands grazed his as he went to take his books back and an electric jolt shot down the Takatsuki's spine.

Apparently Misaki felt it too as the books fell from both the shocked kittens' hands to the floor.

"Wahhh… Oh, I'm so sorry about that!" Misaki crouched down to retrieve the fallen manga.

"No, it was my fault." Shinobu knelt down too and helped to pick up the texts. As he drew closer to the chocolate neko the heady scent of cinnamon and strawberries overwhelmed him. "Uh, Misaki, whatever you're baking sure smells good."

Misaki looked up at him in surprise. "But I'm not baking today."

"Oh?" Shinobu looked into huge eyes and wondered why he'd never noticed how lovely their color was before.

"But I did just take a bath, maybe it's my shampoo that you're smelling." Misaki set the stacked comics to the side and leaned in closer.

Shinobu put his pert nose up against one of Misaki's soft chocolate ears and sniffed deeply. The fragrance was absolutely intoxicating. His slender caramel tail began to vibrate excitedly.

"Ummmm… Strawberry," he breathed huskily into Misaki's ear.

The feeling of Shinobu's hot breath on the sensitive hairs of his inner ear shot straight to Misaki's cock. He was shocked to feel himself sporting almost immediately a rather significant hybrid hard on.

"Uh huh… that would b-b-be it," he stuttered pulling back.

The slightly drunk expression on the Takatsuki kitten's sweet face was cute and Shinobu's pouty pink lips looked amazing kissable all of a sudden. Misaki bit down on his own full bottom lip contemplatively.

Gray eyes met green as both kittens stared hard at each other from where they knelt on the floor.

"Uh… you're sure you're not contagious, Takahashi." Shinobu found his spine arching up and a bit of a growl in voice.

Misaki felt himself move instinctually, his chocolate tail curled around over his back and his arms stretched out in front of him. It was almost as if an unseen hand was pushing his chest down to the floor. The itch in his twitch was suddenly almost unbearable. "Y…y..yes," he panted.

"Good," Shinobu growled again. Then he leaned in and kissed Misaki hard.

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