Author's Note: Entertaining one today - the only important thing to take note of is that this Kazuo really, really hates cats (as will become obvious).
Kazuo x Mitsuko
Prompt: My character has caused yours to scream out for some reason.
Why Mitsuko was holding a cat, Kazuo wasn't sure.
He eyed the demon suspiciously. She knew how much he despised them, so what was the deal? Unless, of course, that was the whole point. He'd probably done something to unknowingly piss her off, as was routine, and this was her bizarre form of revenge.
"Souma," he began cautiously. "Why?"
Mitsuko raised an eyebrow coyly. "What?"
"You know what," Kazuo said tersely.
Mitsuko looked down at the cat in her arms. "Oh, this," she said, as if surprised. "Cute, right?
"Demon spawn," Kazuo muttered. "Why the fuck do you have a cat?" he asked, a bit louder.
She shrugged. "Well, why not? Here, do you want to hold him?"
"No," Kazuo said quickly. His eyes were trained on the cat. It looked nothing like the other demon Mitsuko had once housed. This one was jet black with unblinking green eyes.
Mitsuko tilted her head thoughtfully. "Actually… I think you do," she disagreed. A wicked smile spread across her face. "Here, catch."
Kazuo let out a high-pitched yelp as a cloud of fur came flying at him. He held up his arms to shield his face and squeezed his eyes shut, but the scratching and biting he'd expected did not ensue. Instead, the cat hit him and proceeded to fall to the ground limply, where it did not move.
Kazuo looked down. It was a stuffed animal.
Granted, it was the most realistic one he'd ever seen, which was obviously carefully planned by the girl sitting across from him. But the fact remained that he'd been scared of a fake cat.
"Bitch," he scowled, looking back up.
Mitsuko only smirked at him. "Thanks. Now quit leaving knives over here, it's creepy."
Kazuo glared. She didn't like finding knives in her house?
Fine. Next time, he'd leave his Uzi.