Disclaimer: not ours, any of it!

Warnings: Nanaki smells...

Nanaki: (wallops Ya-kun with a mallet)

Yasuo: ACK! . (hits the floor, semi-conscious)

Nanashi: (anime sweatdrops) umm... heh, ignore that...

Real Warnings: rather meaningless shounen-ai, very mild hentai... and Kaiba's choice of language... and I just made up the names, off the top of my head.

Nanaki: hmph... (stomps on Ya-kun's back)

Yasuo: OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! ACK!

Nanashi: (anime sweatdrops) yeesh, she's feeling violent today...

Yasuo: . really...? erk... hadn't... noticed... -.-;;;;;;;;

Nanaki: (smiles innocently)

Nanashi: heh, and I dunno why I even started this fic... I just had this weird dream... there I was watching an episode of Yu-Gi-Oh, and Honda was holding this little kitten... named Kaiba O.o;;;;; strange dream, but I kinda liked it... plus, neko-Kaiba was so cute... er, in the dream, I mean...

Tristan frowned, as he looked through the cupboards. "Lemme guess... no more catfood...?"

"We haven't had a cat in a while, so I'm afraid not..." Mrs. Taylor answered. Then she looked at Kaiba, who was sitting by Tristan's feet, waiting. "He's still just a kitten... I think cream should be enough for him..." she commented.

Tristan blinked, then looked down at Kaiba, and smiled. "I guess that'll be enough." he agreed. After opening another cupboard, he grabbed a small bowl, and walked to the fridge.

Kaiba could only sit there, watching Tristan and Mrs. Taylor going about their business. It seemed a little strange to be fed in someone else's home, but he would be lying if he said he wasn't hungry. Then the kitten looked up, as Tristan knelt down, sitting the bowl of cream in front of him.

"Sorry, little guy... hope this'll do..." said Tristan, smiling faintly.

Kaiba blinked, then looked at the cream, in mild distaste. This was supposed to satisfy his appetite? But that inviting smell was getting pretty hard to ignore. With an inward sigh, and a look of defeat, he stepped up to the bowl, dipping his tongue into the cream, experimentally.

Tristan furrowed his brow, in some concern, "I don't think he learned how to eat yet, mom..."

"Don't worry about it, Tristan... he'll learn as he goes..." Mrs. Taylor smiled.

Well, this seemed hardly fair. Here Kaiba was, practically starving, and he had to learn a new way of eating? The CEO-turned-kitten scowled in determination, as he lapped at the cream, a little messily. After a few more tries, he succeeded to actually capture the cream on his tongue. With a grin of triumph, he began eagerly lapping at his dinner. Ignoring some of the cream dripping down his fuzzy chin.

Tristan grinned, "well, that's a relief..."

"Tristan, can you check on the roast, please?" Mrs. Taylor asked, stirring the gravy. Then she blinked, noticing that her son was watching the kitten, a soft smile on his face. Cute. But she didn't want her roast drying out if it was done. She cleared her throat.

Tristan looked up, "huh?"

"The roast?"

"Oh..." he got to his feet, and did as he was asked. A minute later he returned, straight back to the new kitten. "I'd say another five minutes..." he told told her, kneeling by the kitten again.

Mrs. Taylor nodded, "thank you..."

"No problem..."

Kaiba continued lapping at the empty bowl, getting what little was left. Drops of cream were still here and there. Tristan anime sweatdropped, picking up Kaiba, while glancing at the bowl, in some amusement.

"Heh... that's as clean as it's gonna get, little guy..."

Kaiba blinked, feeling a twinge of disappointment. But then again, he was feeling full... Hm, cream on his paws, from his first few failed attempts of eating. So Kaiba proceeded to lick his paws clean. And while pushing down some vague embarrassment, he tried to ignore Tristan's laughing.

oooXXXooo

Kaiba slowly walked around the first floor of the house. The Taylors were in the diningroom, ready to start dinner. Once Tristan's father got home, dinner was served. The family sat around the table, in a traditional way, and started talking as they began to eat. So without anything to do, the 'kitten' decided to examine his surroundings.

Kaiba almost smiled, while leaving the diningroom at the typical family scene. Tristan was being questioned on how he was doing in school. Mrs. Taylor saying how her day went, and Mr. Taylor having amusing stories from work.

... Such a happy family.

Kaiba felt a small ache of loneliness set in. He began to wonder how Mokuba was doing. And wondered if he was disppointed, or annoyed that Kaiba couldn't take him to the museum. Thoughts on whether his little brother would hold a grudge or not caused the red-haired kitten to grimace, everso slightly. Mokuba's grudges were not... friendly.

Kaiba sighed, "I'll have to make it up to him..." he thought. "Once this whole ordeal is over."

Entering the livingroom, Kaiba sat down, thinking of ways to make Mokuba... well, not angry at him. Then the former-human noticed some pictures on the wall, and couldn't help but examine the people in the photos.

Mr. Taylor, the successful businessman, and Mrs. Taylor, the loving wife and mother. They both had a son, who gained his father's height and looks, while gaining the warmth of his mother's eyes and smile. A son who did fairly well in school, to Kaiba's knowledge.

In another picture was the Taylors, along with a woman holding a toddler. Kaiba tilted his head, a little curious about the young woman in the picture. As well as the kid.

"If Tristan has this kind of life, why did he get involved with gangs, and street fights?" Kaiba wondered. It seemed like a pretty decent home life, one that didn't really seem cause for raising a streetpunk. But that's what Tristan was considered. The 'kitten' had to wonder if Tristan's parents knew of their son's repuration.Well, that was something to think about.

oooXXXooo

"Great dinner, mom..." Tristan commented, smiling contently, while leaning back in his seat. His mother's roast had to be the best, as well as his favorite. Next to okonomiyaki, of course.

Mrs. Taylor nodded at the compliment. "Thank you... and it's your turn to do the dishes..." she responded, with a smile.

Tristan anime sweatdropped, "what?"

Mr. Taylor chuckled, "yup... your turn, Tristan..." he chimed in.

"Hey, now... when's the last time you did them?" Tristan challenged his father, while watching him expectantly.

Mr. Taylor anime sweatdropped, "well, I..."

Mrs. Taylor blinked, then realized Tristan had a point. So she shot her husband a look, "he's right, Michael... when did you do the dishes last?" she asked.

"Uhhhh... I have some paperwork to do..." Mr. Taylor said, forcing an innocent grin. Then he quickly stood up, ready for a hasty retreat.

"Michael... it's your turn to do the dishes..." Mrs. Taylor declared, also standing, in case she had to stop him. Physically if need be.

"What?" Mr. Taylor squawked. "B-but, Amanda... I think our son needs more discipline, and... t-to get discipline, one needs to do the dishes, and..." he said, trying to sound firm. Though his quaking tone was ruining the image.

"Michael..." Mrs. Taylor placed her hands on her hips, glaring slightly.

"But..."

Well, his work was done, so to speak. So Tristan grinned, as he stood up, and kissed his mother's cheek, then he headed for the livingroom. Patting his dad's shoulder, as he walked by, to look for the kitten.

Then he saw the little guy, staring up at the family photos.

Curious, Tristan walked up to him and gently picked up his newest find. "Hey, what's so fascinating about the pictures?" he asked, lightly stroking the kitten's chin.

Kaiba looked up at him. Then closed his eyes, beginning to relax again.

"Well... I have homework... you either wanna stay down here, or come with me," Tristan told Kaiba, with a small smile.

"Michael, dishes..!" Mrs. Taylor was commanding.

"But, Amanda...!" Mr. Taylor whined, playfully.

"Dishes, or couch... those are your options."

"How am I supposed to wash the couch..? er, oh..."

Kaiba anime sweatdropped at the strange argument. Then he looked up at Tristan, silently making his decision.

"I'll take that as a 'let's go'..." said Tristan, with a small grin.

oooXXXooo

Once he closed the door, and placed Kaiba on his desk, Tristan sat down, and started to work. And Kaiba was content with sitting on the desk, just watching Tristan's hand, and pen, as he wrote with a neat scribe. First it was math, then science. Now it was history, and he was going through the final draft of his essay.

Kaiba was actually impressed at how quickly Tristan was getting through his homework.

And every question he answered was right on the mark. And his essay was nicely structured.

"Well, that's better than nothing..." Tristan muttered, while writing the last word, closing and pushing his book aside. He leaned back, tilting his head thoughtfully; yeah, this essay would have to do. He missed some small bits of information, since he just started it yesterday. Oh well...

Then he glanced at Kaiba, who was staring intently at his pen. Smiling faintly, Tristan held the pen out to Kaiba, whom couldn't help but lightly bat at it. Which caused the CEO-turned-kitten to anime sweatdrop.

Resting his chin in his hand, Tristan watched the kitten intently. "You need a name..." he commented, tapping his pen against the desk out of habit when he thought.

Kaiba stared at the pen, then looked up at then brunette, confused. And he scowled slightly, "I already have a name..."

"I was thinking just 'Neko' would do... but that wouldn't be very creative..." Tristan smiled, with a small shrug. He rested his hand against the kitten's head, and started to pet him, "why not Akai...? You're red, after all..."

"Akai...?" Kaiba thought. Actually, it sounded alright when Tristan said it. He laid down, paws curling underneath him, getting used to Tristan petting and stroking him so gently.

Tristan glanced at the digital clock, seeing it was only 9:34. But then, he was feeling tired. As if to confirm his sleepy state, he yawned. So Tristan stood up, turning off the lamp. It took a second for his eyes to adjust to the dark, then he managed to make out the kitten. That desk couldn't be the most comfortable place.

Carefully lifting Kaiba, he brought him to his bed, laying him on the pillow. Kaiba glared at him for disturbing his relaxing. Tristan smiled, "sorry about that..."

Kaiba accepted the apology, then went back to closing his eyes. Until he heard something. Opening one eye, Kaiba's face reddened. Tristan taking off his shirt..?

"He better not take off those pants!" Kaiba thought, squeezing his eyes shut. "Not that I'd mind, but..." the 'kitten' anime sweatdropped. When did he become such a pervert, anyway?

Then the bed shifted, as Tristan laid down. Kaiba opened one eye, finding himself face to face with the brunette.

And he was watching him, almost curiously. Kaiba's other eye opened, to glare at Tristan. Only to have him smile in return. "You're a moody cat..." he commented, quietly.

"Well, what would you think if you're trying to sleep, and someone watches you...?" Kaiba thought, feeling a flicker of annoyance. Which once again melted away, as Tristan started to stroke his chin again.

Kaiba closed his eyes, and without thinking, started to purr. Which didn't bother him, at the moment. It felt too nice.

Then a minute after the kitten dozed off, Tristan fell asleep.

Nanaki: O-O so very kawaii! (gets images in her head)

Yasuo: (folds his arms) you're a hentai, Nanaki... Kaiba's a kitten, Tristan's a human... they can't do anything!

Nanashi & Nanaki: (anime sweatdrops...)

Nanaki: (glares at Ya-kun) YOU'RE THE HENTAI! I WASN'T THINKING ANYTHING LIKE THAT! (clobbers Ya-kun with a mallet)

Yasuo: ACK! (hits the floor, semi-conscious) -.-;;;;;;

Nanashi: hn... and I thought I was violent... you guys are weird... that's all I have to say, heh.