I said that I'd write the next one pretty fast. I'm sure you're all surprised at how strange this is, well so am I. Anyway, please review and I'll write more.
Akaneko
"Why did you call me back, Kuroneko?" Akaneko asked, still pouting. She had found her new assignment quite intriguing and was rather miffed at her mentor for calling her back before she had fully satisfied her curiosity.
"Curiosity killed the cat. Besides he isn't ready for it all," the black-haired man replied as he gently massaged ointment into her badly bruised neck. "They haven't given you permission to confront him in this form."
"I didn't get to taste him," she muttered indignantly, propping her delicate chin on her raised knees, tightening her arms around them. Life just wasn't fair, they never let her do anything.
"You're still a novice, you'll stop having to taste your assignments to understand them soon," he informed her kindly. She winced as he encountered a particularly deep bruise with his steady fingers.
"If I'm such a novice how come I was given the more unstable twin?" she demanded hotly. He laughed softly, giving her head a playful tap with his knuckles.
"At the time I was commissioned he wasn't the one getting into trouble every couple of seconds like the other," Kuroneko replied with an indulgent chuckle. His fingers stilled as he became lost in his own nostalgic reveries. Akaneko rolled her aqua eyes and rammed her head non-too gently into his chest.
"If you're so fond of that spiky blonde how come you scratched him once?" she inquired sweetly while he complained about forming bruises on his own body now.
"He was going to mess up my fur," her mentor replied with mock haughtiness. "A cat's body would not have been my first choice for observing. Grooming and personal hygiene is horrible."
Personally she was rather fond of her cat body, after all while she wore it she possessed an incredibly agility and her senses were more acute as well. Then again she couldn't talk and was more likely to be kicked around. Some people just didn't like cats, that she had found out quite quickly. After a couple experiences she had learned how to identify that kind of person with only a ten-percent margin of error.
"How come you never showed him your human form?" the girl asked, stretching her legs out lazily.
"I was expressly forbidden by them as you were," he informed her with an edge of disapproval in his voice.
"You're wrong about that," she retorted with superiority. "They never said I couldn't do that, they just never said I could either."
"Well, perhaps," he conceded grudgingly. "But nonetheless, don't do that again until you gain permission."
"I think I'll visit Legato," she announced suddenly, twisting from his grasp. He arched a questioning brow, elegantly fingered hands resting lazily on his knees. She gave him a coquettish wink and walked off.
"Minx," he whispered with affectionate fondness.
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Soft golden light filtered down between the gauzy eggshell white curtains and gray motes of dust danced languidly in the hot air. When the door creaked open Knives' sharp eyes snapped there, instinctively reacting to the possibility of a threat.
"At least it isn't that cat and now that girl," he muttered as his brother entered the room carrying what he assumed was breakfast.
"Hello…cat and girl?" Vash asked giving him a strange look. Knives remained silent on the matter and his brother let it rest with a sad sigh. "Well, anyway, I brought you breakfast," he told him brightly.
Knives' eyes narrowed with suspicion as he took in his brother's fairly glowing face. There was an air of relaxation that hadn't characterized him the last time he had visited. With a burst of jealous rage he realized the exact origin of this change in his brother.
"You finally slept with that human, didn't you?" he demanded coldly. Vash's back stiffened visibly at his brother's harsh tone and choice of subject.
"How?" he asked softly, a new wariness entering his voice.
"You're glowing," Knives sneered, "I can practically see her taint on you, you reek of her imperfection."
"I will not discuss this with you, it's a private matter," Vash told him with barely contained outrage. The man on the bed laughed scornfully, his whole attitude radiating contempt.
"I'm closer to you than that woman will ever be," he told Vash with a deadly seriousness, all humor wiped from his countenance. "She's merely human, she'll die and then where will you be?"
Vash turned to regard him with sorrowful sea-green eyes and Knives knew he had hit a sore spot. He felt a cruel sort of triumph and allowed his face to reveal this.
"Perhaps, but that isn't for a long time," he replied stoically. Without another word he placed the tray on his brother's lap and exited the room.
"She's only human," Knives repeated to the empty room. So why had he chosen her over his own twin brother?
He stared into the soup as if it held the answers to his current situation.
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"You knew him pretty well," Akaneko began as she cornered Legato in the void. He regarded her enigmatically, a cold smile playing across his lips.
"He is my master," he replied serenely.
"Yes, well, so you could you tell me something about him. All I know is what they have deigned to tell me, which isn't much," she admitted wryly. Legato regarded her calmly, seeming to judge her worthiness of such information.
"He is a superior being," he said at last, "Humanity is merely a corruptive plague that sweeps across the universe and he is here to stop it." She stared at him blankly for a few moments.
"His personality modifications were more than merely successful," she remarked thoughtfully. "He immersed himself completely in the role."
Legato apparently decided to make no comment on her last remark and regarded her with a bored expectation. She taped her bottom lip thoughtfully as she considered how she should best observe him. But how did they honestly expect her to be able to do that effectively if they didn't give anything to go on.
"I didn't even get to taste him," she pouted. Until she became more experienced, as Kuroneko kept telling her, her only way to understand someone was to taste him or her.
She was startled out of her musings when a pair of cool hands touched her face. Akaneko blinked in surprise as she stared into a pair of coldly burning golden eyes.
"I can smell him on you," he told her softly, deeply inhaling, his eyes momentarily drifting shut. When they opened again they held within their burning depths an odd intensity. She stood within is grasp without moving, curiosity as to what he was doing blocking out reason and logic. He was acting abnormal and she wanted to know why.
His tongue flicked out and swept across her lips, "But I can't taste him." He let her go, disappointment obvious beneath his coldly enigmatic exterior.
A sudden thought struck her as she processed his comment. She was going to get him a present so he'd tell her something more substantial. She didn't care what Kuroneko said, she was going to be doing this observation her own way.
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