When the train set into motion Chuuya reached into the overhead and pulled open the drawstring of his rucksack. A fuzzy head popped out to scowl down at him.

"Don't give me that look," Chuuya plucked her out of the bag and set her on the seat. "They would have made you a station master or something, and we didn't have time for that, Kame."

Kame, the mostly-black tortoiseshell cat that had turned up at his apartment a few weeks ago, draped her tail across her paws imperiously. She'd been shyer when she first slept on his windowsill, but now she had the most typical cat attitude he'd ever seen. She acted like she owned his apartment. And his office.

And now she eyed the train compartment like it was the newest part of her growing kingdom.

What a troublesome cat.

Chuuya sat down on the small bed that folded out of one wall. There was the bed, the chair, and a small table. A shelf on the wall offered him a bottle of water and some snacks while his bags were stored in a cargo net above them. He didn't need much for the trip, just some spare clothes and his toiletries, and now some stuff for Kame too.

"What do you think?" he asked the cat, like he expected her to respond.

Well. She did respond, but it was by meowing at him and stretching out by the window to look outside.

"Yeah, I see your point," he said conversationally. "It is a pretty nice view. We're almost out of the city now. Check it out, we're getting into the countryside."

It was probably not a great indicator of his mental health that he'd started talking to a stray cat that had basically adopted him.

But, when that cat seemed like it understood what he was saying, and reacted to it, it was hard not to get into the habit.

Chuuya looked outside. The sharp greys and glittering glass of Yokohama jad already disappeared, and instead the vast country spread before them. He could just barely see the shining sea, getting further and further away.

It would be very odd to be so far away from it. He was part of the Port Mafia, but there were fires starting out in the west, rumors of a growing activity against them. They ruled Yokohama with an iron fist, and most of the country bowed to them as well. They were barons of international black market trade, and almost every dirty deal had to go through them on its way to its final destination.

Now there were some upstarts who thought they could get away with stealing their merchandise and selling it for lower prices to people who didn't know better. At first it was just a few small thorns in the side of the organization, but now it was growing into an actual problem.

Chuuya was supposed to go and give them a warning. Just a little slap on the wrist, Mori had said, so only about twenty broken bones and no deaths just yet.

However if things persisted he was going to have no choice but to wipe out every last one of the 'Hanging Dogs'.

"Mrow?"

A soft paw bopped him on the nose.

Chuuya looked down at Kame, who was balanced precariously on her hind legs even while the train rocked beneath them.

"What, am I not giving you enough attention?" He scratched under her chin. Kame caught his hand in her fore-legs and bit his fingertips with her sharp little needle teeth. "If you ruin those, I'm going to be upset."

Kame very succinctly ignored him.

She might have acted like she understood what he said, but that didn't mean that she obeyed him.

Not by a long shot.

Chuuya carefully knocked her onto her back and pinned her with his palm on her chest. "Gotcha."

Kame squirmed and smacked at his arms, but she never had used her claws on him.

She fought him valiantly for a few more minutes before she finally went limp beneath his hand. She shot him a betrayed look.

Chuuya finally let her up.

Kame shook herself out and started carefully fixing her fur where it stood on end. Chuuya watched her for a few minutes before he pulled a book out of his bag.

A few minutes later Kame crawled into his lap and curled up against him for a nap. He didn't know what she did all day besides sleep and cause trouble.

I really like this fic, it's sweet and easy for me write :) I've got like three other bad fics I'm working on, one centered around a literal psychic, one focused on a doctor on the run, and the last one is about a witch looking for Arahabaki.