All SM characters belong to Naoko Takeuchi, but the OC's and the story belongs to me. Do not steal!
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She made sure her backpack was well hidden before turning around and walking up to the edge. Night had already fallen over the city, and the nightlights didn't quite reach the rooftop, but she didn't care much about that; she was perfectly able to see without the help of the city's artificial lights, even at such a dark, moonless night.
Jumping to the emergency stairs and landing with a soft thud, she smiled to herself. She was extremely light in this form, and it sure made it easier for her to move around and take a look without being spotted. Satisfied with herself for coming up with the idea in the first place, she made her way down, jumping down the stairs until she landed on the outside of one particular window frame.
The lights were on inside, and she could clearly hear a soft humming coming from somewhere in the bedroom. Sticking to the shadows, she stood there, keeping a watchful eye on the portion of the living room she was able to see from her position while listening to the melodious humming.
Well, at least she's in tune, she joked to herself.
And then she shook her head, freeing her mind from stupid thoughts. She was only there to check on this human girl, like Mamoru asked.
She had been watching over her for three days now. And though she hadn't been quite sure of what to expect, this was most certainly not it. She knew how teenagers were these days, exposed and willingly throwing themselves to violence and promiscuity, frying their brains with drugs and alcohol while jumping from party to party. But this girl was nothing like that, and she was actually grateful for that; nightclubs were young Bloods favorite playground, and it would surely make the keeping the human girl safe part of her job a little bit harder.
But just a little bit.
To say the girl had a firm routine as a life was the understatement of the century. Wake up in the morning, breakfast, maybe read the newspaper or watch something on tv, play the violin until it was time for work. Then a walk or a bus ride through the city for a while before heading back to her flat. Play her violin some more, dinner, and then off to bed.
That was it.
Unless this girl had been living in some sort of cloister back in England, she must had been exposed to the same pop culture of drugs and sex for the sake of enjoyment as any other human her age. Yet she was nothing like the teenagers she saw on tv and all around. She was quiet, polite, well mannered, and seemed quite head centered. And she had no friends, no social life outside her job. This last bit coming as a surprise to her, considering this human had been quite easy going with her, earlier that day.
She didn't quite seem like the hermit type to her at all. But the girl was new in town. Maybe that explained it...
"Hi, there, little one," the girl's soft voice caught her by surprise, and she froze. Green eyes going wide opened as she saw the girl opening the window and resting her elbows on the wooden frame.
This is not good, she told herself, annoyed at her own runaway thoughts making her so distracted that she hadn't even heard the girl walking up to the window in the first place. And when the girl reached out her hand towards her, she panicked. The rational part of her brain told her to just take off running, but she was frozen on the spot, and all she could do was close her eyes and wait for the strike.
She knew how humans treated their pets. And though she was everything but a simple 'pet', she knew she was in no real position to defend herself right now.
But the strike never came.
Instead, she felt long, soft fingers gently playing with her ears, and her eyes flung open again, looking up at the girl, surprised out of her mind.
"You're cute," the girl said, in a sweet, soft tone, and smiling gently. "Are you lost?"
I'm pretty sure that if I answer you right now, you'll freak out, she thought to herself. Wait, 'cute'? Great! Now I'm 'cute'!, she complained, inwardly rolling her eyes, not at all flattered with the chosen adjective. But when she felt the girl's fingers going to her side, gently stroking her black fur, she instantly forgot all about it, unconsciously closing her eyes. Oh, that feels good... keep going! No, don't stop! Wait, what the...
The girl's fingers moved from her sides to under her front limbs, lifting her up, and fear took over her again, clutching herself to the girl's shirt. Her claws desperately grabbing the light blue fabric and green eyes going wide opened at the unexpected movement as the girl closed the window, getting her inside the small flat.
She heard her giggling softly, and she looked up, blinking in pure surprise.
"Don't worry, little one," the girl said, stroking her head. "I won't hurt you. But it's getting chilly outside, don't you think?"
Well, warn me next time, will ya?, was her mental, annoyed answer.
She was not afraid of heights. She was a feline, for crying out loud! Climbing up high trees was a healthy little hobby of hers. And it was good for her paws and claws, too. But being carried around like this was something entirely new.
"You hungry?" the girl asked, walking into the kitchen and placing her over the counter. "How about some milk?"
Do I have a choice?, she asked, wishing she could actually say that to the human girl. But getting her into panic mode was probably not the best way to go right now, and she could cope with milk, if she absolutely had to.
She followed the girl with her eyes as the aquamarine haired human moved around the kitchen, opening a cabinet and taking out a small bowl, and then opening the fridge and getting a bottle of milk. Walking up to the counter again, she poured the milk into the bowl, placing it right in front of her.
"Here you go," she said, her voice soft and melodious, and her gentle smile never leaving her features. "Bon apetite!"
Yeah, sure, whatever..., she thought, ironically. Ok, here we go, she prepared herself, giving one tentative lick to the milk, deciding it wasn't that bad. At least milk wouldn't give her a stomachache...
"You're welcome to stay here, if you want," the girl's soft voice reached her again, and she looked up from her bowl, looking into deep blue eyes. "I can use some company..." she trailed off softly, as her fingers started to stroke her black soft fur once again.
And she closed her eyes, enjoying this new feeling, as the girl's fingers kept on making small, circular patterns around her back. Mm... that feels good, she moaned to herself, Oh yeah, that's the spot!
Laying down on the counter, deciding this was most definitely not bad, she relaxed under the girl's fingers, as she unconsciously started to purr.
"So, what do you say, kitten?" the girl asked. And then she giggled. "That's funny, someone called me kitten today," she murmured, in between giggles. "She was... interesting."
She looked up at the human's words; green eyes studying her soft features. The girl seemed to be lost in thought, and she wished she would speak up again, just to know what the girl was thinking right now.
It was all really weird to her. To feel comfortable around a human.
She's not exactly 'human', she pointed out to herself, still studying the girl's face.
Blue eyes blinked, suddenly, as the girl straightened herself up, fighting the soft, dreamy like expression off her face and shaking her head. Long, aquamarine colored curls dancing around her as she did so.
"And I'm talking to a cat," she said, now talking to herself. "I'm becoming an old lady before my time," she joked, shaking her head again and walking out of the kitchen, leaving behind a somewhat disappointed little black cat still laying over the counter.
She kind of enjoyed the girl's petting. She would admit to that.
To herself, of course.
"Aren't you coming, little one?" came the soft voice again, as one curly aquamarine head popped in from the door's frame. "Come on, time for bed."
Not needing to be told twice, she jumped off the counter, following the strange human girl around the small flat. It looked pretty clean to her, and it even smelt nice. There were some boxes still unpacked and piled up against a wall, but aside those, everything seemed perfectly in order.
Walking into the room, her eyes landed on the violin case resting on the small, second hand vanity near the half opened window on the right side. White, long curtains with a blue flowery pattern dancing with the night's breeze, and the streetlights pouring in. A nice looking queen sized bed in the middle of the room, with light blue covers and puffy pillows. A wardrobe to the left with a full length mirror right next to it, and a small rack with a jacket, a long coat and a few scarves hanging from it.
She looked up at the girl again, unsure of what to do. She really didn't feel like sleeping on the floor; she would have a killer backache in the morning...
Maybe she could sneak out and lay around on the couch for a while after the girl fell asleep. Or better yet, get the hell out of there.
But the moment she looked up, she wished she hadn't. The girl had taken her shirt off, and was now sliding her skirt off her legs, taking her street clothes off, wearing nothing but white laced underwear.
And she groaned inwardly, hiding her head in between her front limbs. Ever heard of the word 'privacy'?
For once she was actually thankful of being in this form. Otherwise, she knew she would surely be blushing furiously by now.
Not that she wasn't use to nudity. Quite the contrary. But somehow, seeing a human naked -or even half naked- felt completely different.
She heard the girl giggling again, and lifted up her head. Regretting it yet again right after she did so; the girl had made her way up to her, kneeling on the floor in nothing but her see-through white bra and panties.
"Someone is shy," the girl teased, as if reading her thoughts, as she softly petted her head.
And, she purred again. Her small furred head playfully meeting the girl's gentle fingers, and her eyes drifting closed again.
She could so easily get used to this!
It was such a tender caress. No one had petted her like this in a long time. It reminded her of her mother, of how she used to pet her, just like this, when she was nothing but a little cub.
"You're so cute."
And here we go with the cute thing again!, she complained, resting her head on her paws, annoyed. You really have a way to kill the mood, don't you?
But when the petting stopped, suddenly, she looked up again, surprised and kind of disappointed. But the girl simply walked up to the bed, taking off her bra and grabbing a white, barely thigh length cotton knit nightie and putting it on. Removing the covers, she climbed on the bed, getting under the sheets and letting out a soft, long sigh as she let herself down over the pillows.
And she just laid there, sitting on her hinds and vaguely letting her green eyes travel around the room; long black tail mindlessly flickering around.
"Well?" the girl's soft voice got her attention again, as she turned to look at her, lifting her head off the pillows while gently patting a spot beside her. "If you promise not to take the blanket to yourself, I'll let you sleep here," she teased, giggling at her own joke. "Come on, jump in" she coped, softly, "no one sleeps on the floor on my watch."
Well, if you insist...
In one fast movement, she jumped up on the bed, letting her small paws taste the soft mattress before picking up a spot. And when she felt the girl's soft fingers gently and slowly stroking her back again, she looked up at her.
"You're not a simple street cat, are you? You seem too well mannered"
Aw, thanks, she answered, amused. You're very well mannered yourself. You know, for a human...
The girl got closer to her then, gently placing her hands around her and gifting the top of her head with a soft, sweet kiss. And green eyes blinked up at the girl, surprised out of her mind at the gesture, as the girl smiled down to her, laying back over the pillows again.
"And you smell really nice, too."
Thank you. It's called 'taking care of oneself', she thought, still amused, though now also kind of flattered as well. Others might call it 'me', but you know what I mean, she added. And then she chuckled to herself, and at the one sided jokes she seemed to keep on making.
And to a human, nonetheless.
Focusing her mind, getting rid of joke lines and one sided comebacks, she patiently watched as the girl's blue eyes drifted close. The stroking on her back getting slower and slower, until it finally stopped when sleep took over the human girl.
Slowly, avoiding any sudden movement that might wake the girl up, she got up, taking a few steps towards the sleeping human. Green eyes shining in the dark as she studied her face.
You smell really nice, too, she thought, taking in the girl's soft features as she slept. You know what, Michiru? I think I might like you, too.
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Original A.N.: don't be all dirty minds! She's a cat! Cats like being pet! And the whole "I might like you', they both mean it as friends (for now), so don't go ahead of yourself!