"You're trouble, do you know that?"

Kat gave Chuuya her best, most innocent wide-eyed 'meow' and batted at his coat tails.

It turned out that Chuuya had his own office on one of the high up floors of the main building. It was spartan, besides what he needed for work, and he didn't have a particular secretary to see to his needs.

Still, someone had found a blanket somewhere and laid it in the window sill for Kat, and that was where she sat while Chuuya frowned at her from his desk. He wasn't far from her, and his coat hung from a rack beside her with his hat placed neatly on top. Was there some kind of rule in the mafia that they had to dress nice? Because she approved.

She could only just see what he was doing, which was putting together team rosters for something that was undoubtedly shady as all hell.

Well. None of her business, especially when none of the people on it looked interesting enough to ever get Dazai's attention. She would stick with Chuuya for now, since Octogan Man had fucked off to who knew where. Maybe to stalk tiger boy. Maybe to hang out with his cute little sister.

Actually, she wasn't sure just when she had arrived.

She knew that the Guild was still in america, which meant she was before that particular arc, but had Atsushi come to town yet?

She hoped so. He was adorable.

Not quit as cute at Chuuya was though, when he was deep in thought he got a little furrow between his brows.

Kat stretched in her sun beam and stood up with a soft rumble in her chest.

She made the leap from her perch to Chuuya's desk easily and with grace that she never possessed with two legs. She didn't even tip over his cup of coffee.

"Haven't you disrupted my work enough?" Chuuya grumbled. Nevertheless, when she rolled onto her back and showed him her soft, pale belly he rubbed it for her. He had long, elegant fingers. Kat privately thought that he belonged at a piano keyboard.

Kat mrow'ed at him.

Chuuya's fingers ran across her ribs, and he grimaced.

"You've been going hungry, huh kitty?"

Kat's ears drooped. It was true, she had been. But Chuuya had shared his eggs with her, and someone else had looked the other way when she tore up a deli sandwich in a breakroom earlier.

She wasn't full, but the awful ache in her belly had lessened.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Chuuya grumbled. He used his free hand to tap out on his keyboard.

"Do what?" Kat asked. Naturally, he only heard meowing.

Kat tilted her head to look at the screen. 'What do cat's eat?'

Kat's chest warmed. He was seriously willing to help her? Just like that?

She didn't care what anyone else said. He was a good man. Good men helped cats, she's decided it.

Cat climbed up onto Chuuya's shoulders. She draped herself around them like a fuzzy scarf and started purring like a motor.

Chuuya let her stay there while he worked. It was much more boring than she had ever expected. It seemed in the show like Chuuya was always on his bike, or starting fights, or demolishing buildings to crush their enemies. But here he was going over reports and numbers. There were businesses that were money laundering, and pay rolls to keep track of. People were out of town, or on sick leave, and rosters had to change. Shipping documents and dozens of things that Kat couldn't' even start to identify crossed his desk before the day was done.

And she always thought 'paperwork' was a bland fanfiction trope.

Chuuya shooed her off his shoulders while he pulled on his coat and hat, and when he left he held the door open long enough for her to trot after him.

When they stopped at a supermarket Chuuya lifted Kat up and tucked her inside of his coat. She was small enough that only her head was visible. His hands were tucked in his pockets, and it let her rest partially in a pocket and partially in the crook of one arm.

Kat kept her head poked out just enough to watch the people around them move, and to see what Chuuya was looking at.

She was pleasantly surprised to find that it wasn't cat food.

No, he was looking at actual meat for her. Chicken, fish, and pork lined the meat counter in sections.

Beside them, a tiny gasp escaped a little girl.

Both she and Chuuya looked over to see a tiny sprite of a child staring at Kat, her eyes huge and her cheeks pink.

Chuuya looked between Kat and the girl before he sighed, like he was put upon. He reached into his coat and pulled Kat out with a steady hold between her front legs. Her back paws rested on his arm.

"You can pet her."

The little girl squealed and bounced on her toes. Chuuya must have had a lot of faith in Kat if he was letting a little girl touch her. Or he just didn't care if she scratched the kid up.

Either way, Kat suffered through the rough patting on her ears. The girls hands were pudgy, and sticky with something, but Kat was patient. She only had to suffer a couple of minutes before the little girls mother realized what was happening.

When she saw who her daughter was bothering, she paled.

"Himari! You leave him alone," she snapped, and grabbed Himari's free hand. She pulled her daughter away firmly.

"There's no harm done," Chuuya grunted, and returned Kat to her perch.

Kat rubbed some of whatever sticky crap was on the kids hand on the inside of Chuuya's coat, as revenge for making her suffer through that.

They weren't bothered for the rest of the trip, and by the time night fell the both of them were sitting at Chuuya's kitchen table, eating poached salmon. A glass of wine was poured for Chuuya, and small bowl of water was poured for her.

He eyed her across the table.

"So. I have a cat now. Guess that mean's I've gotta name you, huh?"

Kat paused and stared at him. If he named her 'Sheep' or 'Lambkins' she was going to bite him.

So? Any ideas what he should name her?