So I decided to delete this separate ARC and just add chapters to this singe story. I think it makes more sense and it will be easier to keep track of. It's a repeated idea but I think it will work BEAUTIFULLY for Boris! Enjoy~

Seriously?

My eyes narrow as I stare at Boris's throat. When did he slip into bed with me? I know I'm a heavy sleepier but I should at least stir if someone crawls into the same bed as me. His Adam's apple ever so slightly moves with each breath, touching the tip of my nose. I faint flush spreads across my cheeks as his grip around my waist tightens, pulling me closer to the feline. He snuggles closer, somehow staying asleep through the whole ordeal. Ugh, really?

I glance at the floor spying the morning's rays shooting across my room. Ah ... it's time to wake up. And because I took a break yesterday I need to work extra hard today.

"Hmm...Boris, I need to get up ...," I sleepily moan pushing against his bare stomach. I pause as I come into contact with his strongly muscled stomach, taking my time peeling my hands off. Seriously? Out of all the Role Holders I honestly believe that Boris has the most defined muscles, hands down. I'm not saying anyone else does but he just has much more ... interesting ones? I lightly push on his stomach again. And they're not anything to sniff at either. They're pretty rock hard as they are. I wonder if he works out on a regular basis? But, then again, I guess chasing the oh so elusive Pierce will do that. A deep purr resonates in Boris's throat as he finally stirs giving me a quick lick on the forehead.

"Morning~," Boris purrs, giving me a quick squeeze of a hug as he pushes himself up, actually stretching himself out like a cat. He lick his wrist as I crawl off the bed trotting over to my closet. Ah, I better hurry up and get dressed. I don't need a shower; I took one at Elliot's place real quick last night. I pull the door back finding not one clean pair of even work clothes.

Oh nuts. I literally have no clothes to wear? Now that's just pathetic. And with Elliot's Pjs stained with blood I'll need to buy him a new pair too. And my other work clothes Gowland gave me are at the mansion ... I jump as arms envelop my waist and Boris's chin resting on my shoulder.

"Hm~ what are you thinking about?"

"Clothes. I need to go buy some new ones." Man, I was really hoping to save up my vacation days too. And since I wasted all of yesterday looking for Boris I only have about a week or two left. Oh well; this is a day needed anyways.

"Huh? Ya have no more?"

"All of my other ones are ripped and, well, just look terrible. They either have blood, oil, or holes in them. So, I need to go out and at least buy some new outfits." Ugh, what am I even supposed to wear to go out shopping? I glance over my outfit finding something very wrong. "Boris, why am I in your clothes?"

"Ya smelled bad in those other clothes." He sleepily miffs as a deep purr rumbles his chest. "So I changed ya."

Did he change me? Ugh ... really, one of these days I'm going to buy a huge dog and let the stupid cat have it. A light rapping at the door catches my attention as it swings open revealing Gowland.

"Jackie, you here? I didn't see you come back yesterday so I -," his voice abruptly cuts off as he catches sight of our stance. Boris sleepily takes it in stride thinking nothing of it as he settles in over my shoulder putting even more weight on me. My legs shake as I withstand his weight trying to look nonchalant.

"Sorry I didn't check in with you. I was, uh, distracted. Oh, can you get me another worker's outfit? I need to go buy clothes today since I don't have anymore." He remained silent, almost too shocked to even think before a cheesy smile lights up his face.

"Oh~ I see. Although I don't really approve it's better than Hatter, at least. When did you two become a couple?" He asks with a stupid gleam in his eye.

"Hurrrrrmm~ last night~," Boris purrs back snuggling his head into my shoulder. I side step the cuddling and shove him back onto the couch. He limply lies there not quite willing to move just yet.

"It's a long story. So, how about that workers outfit huh?"

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"Nya~ sorry for this morning. I thought I was still dreaming." Boris terribly lies, massively yawning. I try to ignore the feline as I finger through the shirts searching for a comfortable tank top like my last one. Just a simple plain black one will do. Preferably one with three inch straps rather than spaghetti straps.

"Hey hey Jackie check it out~," Boris hums poking my shoulder. I glance back, taking a double look at the ridiculously bulking large pink sunglasses resting easy on his nose. "How do I look?"

"Like a bug with those giant eyes of yours." I tease with a grin, pinching his nose as a flap of tan caught my eye. Ah! I hurry over to the pair smiling at my luck. I can't believe I found the same brand! I check the size pulling it off its rack. It's perfect.

"Hey, how about this pair?" Boris asks holding up a super mini black skirt with a cat's paw print on it. I snort a chuckle covering my mouth.

"Yeah, nice try. Best two out of three?" I tease pulling off two pairs of jeans and a black and navy pair of the same cargo pants. I'm so lucky~ I've got all my pants together. Now for the shirts. I turn to head towards the shirt department but Boris's arm easily scoops up the pants as he rests them on his shoulder.

"I got it. Oh? How about these~," he purrs with his Cheshire grin as he holds up a pair of ripped stalkings with tiny skulls on them. I roll my eyes and saunter pass him picking up a few black, blue, green and red plain tank tops along with one white one with a black, orange, red and white Koi fish on it falling down a waterfall. This design is cool; it's kind of stylized. Without warning Boris's head pops into view as he lightly chomps down on the fabric right where the fish's head is. "Yum~ fish!"

I laugh as he spits it out adding to the pile over his shoulder. That's enough for now. I stare at the pile as my heart thumps a little harder. Boris is so nice taking the extra weight on himself. Just like a real guy should. He's not a thoughtless jerk who makes the girl carry it. I appreciate that in a guy.

"Take this as my apology for the, er, incident in the box." Boris mutters glancing over me in the corner of his eye. Huh? Oh right. He peed on me. I breathed out a weightless laugh.

"I've already erased it from my memory; permanently." I say in the never-bring-it-up-again-or-else-I'll-kill-you voice. He looks away with what I thought was a small victory fist pump in the corner of my eye.

"Ah, is that all Miss?"

"Yes, thank you. And I'll actually be wearing this out," I say taking the white tank top with the Koi fish and the navy cargo pants. I hand Boris my wallet as I head to the changing room. "Pay for me, kay?"

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Boris carries two bags as I carry the last one, alternating between my left and right arm as my fingers get tired of the constant gripping. Well, this was actually a pretty productive day. I was able to buy the clothes I need and now I have time to work on some of the rides. Lucky me~

WHAM

The world spins in a tight circle as a ball of heat slips into my mouth, exploding into tiny licking flames crawling down my throat. I bark up a dry cough as I hit the ground, turning around to glare at the faceless who ran into me. He stumbles back, clasping a large bulking bag and a handful of tiny violet balls.

"Ah, I - I beg your pardon Miss but I really must be running now -!" He hastily stumbles out before taking off.

BANG BANG BANG

Boris's ears are pulled down as he lowers his gun, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth in disappointment.

"Darn it. I missed."

"Good! What would you have done if you actually hit him?!"

"Well, first I would have skinned him for running into you and then I would have broken his legs for fleeing the scene and then -,"

"Boris! Killing someone just because they knock you over is bad!" What kind of person kills another for just a bump? I gag as my stomach begins to churn, feeling as though a balloon is inside and ready to pop. Ugh...

"It's not bad. Jackie, we both have different definitions of 'bad'. What's your definition of 'bad'?" Boris mocks with his Cheshire grin. I smack his arm for his stupidity, stumbling before I caught myself. Boris reaches out, catching my shoulder. "Jackie ...?"

"Stop messing with me Boris! You know exactly why it's bad. You can't just go off killing people just because the pissed you meow!" I gasp and slap a hand over my mouth as a high pitched sound slides off of my sandpaper tongue scraping the roof of my mouth. Boris's attention immediately lock onto my mouth with wide eyes.

"Huh? Jackie ... what was that?" Boris's voice morphs into a deep baritone husky boom as the world spins into a tight, black abyss.

BORIS'S POV

"Whoa -!" I cry darting forward as I catch her. I blink as her clothes over my arm, missing the one vital person who was wearing them. I jump back, startled as I drop her clothing. W-Where did she go?! My clock begins to race as I look around me.

"H-Huh? Jackie ... ? Where did you go?" I ask, spying a tiny bit of movement beneath the fabric. Huh? Did she ... shrink somehow? I thought I say some candy fly into her mouth when that guy ran into her but I wasn't sure. I bent down, pinching the fabric between my fingers as I raise it up and peek underneath of it. The moment my eyes spy the little bundle I know exactly what happened.

Oh my catnip I love life.

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Oh ho~ who can guess what has happened to our fair Jackie this time~? 10 REVIEWS as always~~~~