Title: Found Again
Author: Lilas
Keywords: Ken, angst maybe… A bit of waff…
Spoilers: None. But read 'Morning Of' before this. If
not you'll be confused.
Disclaimer: I only own the cats mentioned in this fic.
Author's note: I dedicate this fic to my dead cat, Misti. She died of the mentioned illness and I just felt like writing a fic to her memory. I don't wanna make you guys sad, but this fic kinda wrote itself.
Review please!
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A comforting sound in my ear slowly brought me back to the world of the living. I instantly knew what it was and shifted slightly, the sound coming closer to my face. I felt a wet sensation on my cheek and lifted my hand up, slowly caressing the fur I touched. Every morning since my birthday it'd been like that. Abby would jump on my bed, wanting food, and I would pet her gently and finally get up.
I'm glad Ran gave her to me for my birthday. I don't think he knew I used to have a cat when I was a kid. A red tabby… She was the cutest thing in the world. Every morning she'd come wake me up and would stay cuddled up to me until my mom would force me out of bed. I used to practice my feet coordination by kicking a ping-pong ball around and she used to chase it. There was a bond I shared with her, a bond I still feel.
She stayed by me through the good and bad, always bringing me comfort. She died a little before I was kicked out of J-League though. Got in a fight and had an infection to the pancreas… I remember coming home and rushing to my mother's room and looking at her expectantly, waiting to hear she was going to be all right and that she'd come wake me up in the morning…
But it never happened. The infection was too spread out and there was nothing we could do. Chances of a recovery were minimal and the pain she'd go through… So we decided to put her to sleep. I can't remember much what happened for the rest of the day, but I know I cried. I know I felt a void in me, an emptiness in my chest which has become so familiar nowadays…
Abby reminds me of her… Of Misti… There's something about her way of waking me up, of staying by me, of being there after the missions, which reminds me of her… I know it's not her, but I wish she were some kind of reincarnation. But this is my new life and I wouldn't want her to see what I've become… The killer I've become. I think Abby could get used to me coming back some nights covered in blood and with tears running down my cheeks.
I yawn softly and open an eye, grinning at the sight of the white and gray fur. Brown eyes look up at me, a knowing look in them. I had a solo mission last night and had come back covered in blood and garbage from head to toe. I'd taken a quick shower and gone to bed, but sleep hadn't come to me and I ended up crying myself to sleep.
I felt her come on my bed during the night, and the knowledge brought a comfort to me I'd missed. The awareness that someone would come comfort me late at night when all the others were exhausted gave me a renewed feeling of security I hadn't felt since that damn day so long ago.
I sighed deeply, my hand running through her soft, malleable fur, her constant purrs relaxing me. I had to get up, but maybe a few more minutes wouldn't matter… Maybe I could skip my shift today and recover from last night's mission. Recover with a friend by my side…
A friend which had given me back a piece of my soul I thought I would never recover.
Author: Lilas
Keywords: Ken, angst maybe… A bit of waff…
Spoilers: None. But read 'Morning Of' before this. If
not you'll be confused.
Disclaimer: I only own the cats mentioned in this fic.
Author's note: I dedicate this fic to my dead cat, Misti. She died of the mentioned illness and I just felt like writing a fic to her memory. I don't wanna make you guys sad, but this fic kinda wrote itself.
Review please!
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A comforting sound in my ear slowly brought me back to the world of the living. I instantly knew what it was and shifted slightly, the sound coming closer to my face. I felt a wet sensation on my cheek and lifted my hand up, slowly caressing the fur I touched. Every morning since my birthday it'd been like that. Abby would jump on my bed, wanting food, and I would pet her gently and finally get up.
I'm glad Ran gave her to me for my birthday. I don't think he knew I used to have a cat when I was a kid. A red tabby… She was the cutest thing in the world. Every morning she'd come wake me up and would stay cuddled up to me until my mom would force me out of bed. I used to practice my feet coordination by kicking a ping-pong ball around and she used to chase it. There was a bond I shared with her, a bond I still feel.
She stayed by me through the good and bad, always bringing me comfort. She died a little before I was kicked out of J-League though. Got in a fight and had an infection to the pancreas… I remember coming home and rushing to my mother's room and looking at her expectantly, waiting to hear she was going to be all right and that she'd come wake me up in the morning…
But it never happened. The infection was too spread out and there was nothing we could do. Chances of a recovery were minimal and the pain she'd go through… So we decided to put her to sleep. I can't remember much what happened for the rest of the day, but I know I cried. I know I felt a void in me, an emptiness in my chest which has become so familiar nowadays…
Abby reminds me of her… Of Misti… There's something about her way of waking me up, of staying by me, of being there after the missions, which reminds me of her… I know it's not her, but I wish she were some kind of reincarnation. But this is my new life and I wouldn't want her to see what I've become… The killer I've become. I think Abby could get used to me coming back some nights covered in blood and with tears running down my cheeks.
I yawn softly and open an eye, grinning at the sight of the white and gray fur. Brown eyes look up at me, a knowing look in them. I had a solo mission last night and had come back covered in blood and garbage from head to toe. I'd taken a quick shower and gone to bed, but sleep hadn't come to me and I ended up crying myself to sleep.
I felt her come on my bed during the night, and the knowledge brought a comfort to me I'd missed. The awareness that someone would come comfort me late at night when all the others were exhausted gave me a renewed feeling of security I hadn't felt since that damn day so long ago.
I sighed deeply, my hand running through her soft, malleable fur, her constant purrs relaxing me. I had to get up, but maybe a few more minutes wouldn't matter… Maybe I could skip my shift today and recover from last night's mission. Recover with a friend by my side…
A friend which had given me back a piece of my soul I thought I would never recover.