Contrary to much popular belief, there are no references to pina coladas, yoga, or anything else that I don't remember from that song. Just rain. And, uh...kitties.

Hope you enjoy!


"Y-you know...this is your fault."

"Meow."

Naoto sighed and hugged her arms, a nigh useless effort given how cold it was outside and how her coat was soaked from the sudden storm. She shakily reached down to stroke the cat that had taken residence on her lap. If there was anything that she could take from this whole ordeal, it was that it was raining (which was actually kind of nice), and she had practically adopted a cat that she had stumbled upon on the walk home. "Are you cold?"

As if it understood, the cat shook its head and nuzzled against Naoto's knuckles. "Heh...you know, I have a cat back home. I think you two will get along."

"Mew."

She shuddered and looked at the wind blowing fiercely around the overhang she was taking shelter under. Blowing some of her breath into her palms, she looked down at the cat and suppressed a shiver. Suddenly, a heavy, warm jacket fell around her shoulders, and a man sat down heavily next to her. "Picked a good day to walk home."

She scoffed and scratched the cat's head, nodding politely to the man. "Hello, Souji."

"Yo. Told you it would rain today."

"And I believed you. I simply forgot my umbrella."

Souji noticed the cat sitting on her lap for the first time since he arrived, smiling at it and stroking its ear. "And the little girl, here?"

"I found...her while I was walking home. She looked cold and...when I looked at her she started following me."

"Hm…" He smiled again when she bit his finger. "She took my favorite pillow."

Naoto shivered and drew the coat tighter around her, muttering a quick thank-you when Souji scooted closer and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. He moved his head just a bit so she could comfortably rest her head on his chest. "We'll warm you up, just a bit, then we'll head home. Parked the car just over there."

"O-okay."

"You're coming with us, too, kitty."

"Meow."

Ten minutes later.

Pressure on the gas.

Ease off. Slowly apply brake.

Turn signal and wait. Look and turn.

Souji looked in the mirror once again, slowly letting out a breath as he slowed the car down. Naoto lay in the back seat, her hair splayed on a towel and his coat acting as a blanket. The cat was lying on her chest, sleeping quietly along with her new friend. It was when he stopped at a red light when he heard the shifting. "Long day, ah?"

"Mmf. That's one way to describe it."

"Sorry, I didn't bring you a change of clothes."

"I'm grateful you came to pick me up."

The light turned green, so Souji focused on driving again. "Of course. Not about to leave you in the cold on a day like this."

He couldn't see her smile, but he heard it creep into her voice as she said, "Thank you, Souji."

"Mmmhm."

She didn't say anything more, so Souji simply said, "We have a bit of a drive ahead of us. Maybe catch some Z's?"

"I'll do that."

"Alright."

…Ease off. Slowly apply brake. Listen to make sure Naoto and the cat were comfortable.

Press on the gas and turn off the radio.

Twenty minutes later.

Souji walked into their apartment with the new cat perched carefully on his shoulder, leading Naoto by her hand to their bedroom. When they arrived, he let the cat hop off as he took his coat from Naoto and touched her hair. Still a little damp, but..."Okay, that's dry enough now. Good thing I brought the towel."

He took her hands in his and lent his warmth to her, smiling in response to her own when she looked up at him. However, he could tell that she was still rather cold. He carefully put his hands on Naoto's shoulders and tugged a bit at her wet shirt. "C'mon. Let's get you out of these."

"Souji, now's not the time…"

Contrary to her words, she turned around and started unbuttoning her shirt; Souji helped ease the sleeves off her shoulders. He gently kissed her cold skin, taking some amusement from how she shuddered against the touch. "I only tried that once. Your clothes are soaked, detective."

"Trying implies that you failed. Turn around."

Souji sighed dramatically and turned, crossing his arms and looking at the pile of clean, dry clothes waiting for Naoto on the cabinet. "I'll be in the shower."

"Mhm. Take your time."

Souji gathered the newcomer in one hand and let himself out of the room. Suddenly, she hopped out of his grasp and ran into the living room, leaving Souji puzzled until he saw what she did. Tora opened his eyes and stared at the furry black ball barreling towards him, but he was content to stay curled up on the couch. Souji raised an eyebrow as the cat bumped her head against Tora's, and he headed to the kitchen to fetch a kettle and some water. Something warm would do everyone some good.

He was just stirring the mugs filled with the steaming hot cocoa when he heard the water stop and the bathroom door opening. Humming quietly to himself, he looked over at the two cats who were now napping on the couch. It would seem his worries were for naught. He whistled a quick tune as he waited for the water to heat up, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he did. A few minutes later, the kettle's whistle joined his own and he shut off the head with a slight flourish of his hand. As he poured out the steaming water, he heard the clatters of the cabinets in the bedroom. Stirring in a bit of honey for flavor, he waited another moment and called out. "Naoto? Are you-"

"Done."

He didn't bat an eye when she strode into the kitchen, clad in her rare Featherman shirt and trousers combo. "Special occasion?"

"I seem to have adopted another cat."

Souji passed her a cup of tea as she leaned back on the counter, quietly watching the two cats "getting along". Tora was napping, while the newcomer was insistently vying for his attention. "I think we'll manage."

"We'll have to take her to the vet."

"I'm free tomorrow."

Naoto looked at him and sipped her tea, smiling softly and reaching over to squeeze his hand. "Sounds like a plan."

He responded by gently breaking the hold, scooting close enough to wrap an arm around her shoulder and bump his head to hers. "What do you wanna name her?"

The detective stroked her chin as she thought. "Hmm…"


I can't think of another name for the new kitty. Que lastima.