Author Notes: So from now on, some of the chapters are going to switch P.O.V.s. This is because I'm trying to get to some points, and I don't want to put a new chapter for every person's perspective. Also, the next few chapters are just some "fill in" stuff. I'm trying to get to the important stuff, but I don't want to skip a whole lot of things, because then I'll be skipping four years of the story line. Please enjoy and R&R!

Chapter 10- The Cat Curse is Broken- Different P.O.V.s

Arisa's P.O.V

I walked into my room, and saw that the cat had fallen asleep on the bed. I smiled, and sat next to it. The cat opened one eye to look at me. It stretched, and sat up.

"I brought you some dinner," I said.

This seemed to brighten the cat's mood up. It stood up, and walked over to me.

I chuckled, and brought a piece of bread out from my pocket. The cat looked up at me as if to say, "Really, this is what you brought me?"

"Its all I could get without someone becoming suspicious," I said. "Besides, I don't know what cats like."

The cat let out a breath of air, as if it was sighing, and started to eat the bread.

I placed my back against the wall, and looked around the room. There was a chair by the stain-glass window, a small wardrobe on the fall wall, and a little bedside table with drawers. It was a cozy, little room; but it was really dark.

"You don't happen to know where I can find a candle here, do you?" I asked the cat.

The cat walked over to the bedside table, and started scratching on one of the drawers. I opened it to find four, long candles, a candle-holder, and a box of matches.

"Great job, little guy," I said. I reached out to scratch the cat's head, but it started to growl, so I decided to back off. "You're as grumpy as usual."

The cat hopped off the bed, and jumped back onto the chair by the window.

I lit the candle, and lay down on my back. I looked at the cat. Its eyes were closed, and it was still. I knew that it was alive because I could see it breathing. It looked like it was meditating. I didn't think that cats meditated, but I could be wrong.

I shrugged, and put my arms behind my head. I closed my eyes, and fell into a dreamless sleep.

Kanda's P.O.V.

After a while, I realized that the room had become silent. I looked over at the girl. She had fallen asleep with a slight smile on her lips. Her pink and purple hair was covered by shadows, making it look dark brown or even black. Her pale skin glowed in the flickering light of the candle. I had to admit that she was pretty.

I felt a sudden pain in my head, knocking me out of my thoughts. The room started to spin, and I felt like I was about to get sick. I stumbled off the chair, and fell face- first on the ground. I'll tell you right now that falling face- first does not help a headache go away.

I must have blacked out, because when my eyes started to focus, I saw the girl leaning over me, worry outlining her face.

"Kanda," The girl said. "What are you doing in my room?"

I looked at me hands. There was no fur, and no claws to be seen. I sat up, and started to rub my head. Sure enough, I was human again.

"What are you doing here?" The girl asked again.

"Next time you pick up a stray cat, believe what Lenalee says about it," I said. I stood up, and walked out of the room. The girl followed me. Sunlight poured through the windows, telling me that I had been knocked out for a few hours.

"What do you mean?" The girl asked.

I looked at her. "You wouldn't believe me even if I told you."

"Just try me," She said. Her blue- gray eyes were daring.

"If you think you can intimidate me, then you're wrong," I said, glaring at the girl.

She opened her mouth to speak, when laughter filled the hallway. We both looked to see Lenalee and Daisya running towards us.

Lenalee embraced me in a hug that I didn't return. "Are you all right?" She asked.

"Let me go," I growled. I was still glaring at the girl. Lenalee let go, and she and Daisya both took a step back.

"What's going on?" Daisya asked.

I walked past him, and pushed him. His back slammed against the wall hard.

"What the hell was that for?" He asked.

"Never call me a 'cute kitty' again," I said, hatred dripping from my voice. I started to walk away, but stopped. I looked over my shoulder at the girl.

"I didn't catch your name, girl," I said.

"Arisa," She said. "My name's Arisa Lane."

I felt a sly smile appear on my face. I turned around, and started to walk off. "Good luck trying to survive in the Black Order, Circus Freak."