Author's Notes: Hiiiii. Yea. I was gone all weekend. And it rained. So I didn't have fun ;-; BUT! I have another chapter, so, Yay! XD! And I've decided to answer to reviews, why? Because –
Hidoi: She has nothing better to do.
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Yep. Lalalala. Hey, I woke up at 5 this morning to see mouse guts on my floor. My stupid cat brought them in. X.x; Darned cat. OH WELL! On with the chapter! AWAY!
Enter Miroku
Once upon a time there lived a boy named Miroku Kokuten. Miroku was an average boy, who lived an average life, and was raised by his father, because his mother had died giving birth to him. Miroku lived in a nice house, surrounded by plenty of land and woods. Sometimes, Miroku would explore these woods, playing his own little make believe games.
Miroku was a bright child, and did very well in school. He was very smart, and way at the top of his class as for grades. Miroku was a shy child, however, and didn't make friends quickly.
One day, however, tragedy struck. Miroku's father passed away when Miroku was in 2nd grade. The cause of this death, was a skin disease Miroku's father had; small white speckles going up his arm. Nobody was sure what this disease was, and Miroku's father was the first to have been inflicted with it, or so the doctors said. Miroku had been very sad, and had been sent off to live with his uncle, Mushin. Mushin was a drunk, however, and although he didn't abuse his nephew, he didn't pay much mind to him either.
Soon, Miroku's grades were dropping, and the boy began to slack off, and flirt with girls, even at a young age, anything to escape the tragedy of his father's sudden death.
However, more sadness occurred. A year later, patterns from his father's skin disease began showing up on Miroku, trickling up his right hand. The disease was still small, however, and this gave Miroku time to live.
The doctors didn't expect long though. They said that, unless they found a cure, with studies on his father's case, then he would only live until his twenties, maybe thirties if he was lucky.
This dampened the child's heart however, and he was doing even worse then before, now getting into fights, and trouble with teachers, getting phone calls to his uncle from getting in trouble, whom ignored them, along with his nephew.
Miroku grew up with despair; school now the only place to escape his hard life, and even school didn't help too much. So he used girls to escape instead. When he was in 7th grade, he was donned 'The Pervert'. However, he was the good-looking pervert. Despite Miroku's rough life, he had grown up to be very handsome, and so now most girls didn't mind his perverted behavior, as long as they got a chance to be near him. This only caused him to become more perverted.
Miroku had now reached the 19th year in his life and had been living on his own in an apartment, away from his uncle. His grades had improved greatly since he left him, but his perverted antics stayed. He was nice however, deep down inside.
But, this young man, Miroku Kokuten, was now a cat.
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Miroku Kokuten, age 19, was walking to the grocery store one sunny afternoon. He had recently run low on food, and needed something for dinner tonight anyways.
Lets see... He could have microwave made Mac and Cheese... or perhaps, what he had been living off recently, Ramen, or maybe a TV dinner.
Truth be told, he was low on money again.
He worked at a large pet-store, mostly tending to the animals, having a way with them and to be more specific, the cats.
Miroku would talk to the cats, and the way they purred and watched him with their green slit eyes, it seemed they were listening very closely.
Miroku gazed down at his black shirt, with a logo for something written on it (he hadn't paid much attention to what exactly it was) and brushed a few cat hairs off of him. Geese, WHY did he let those animals climb all over him like that? He had cat fur practically everywhere. He wasn't sure what he looked like, but obviously something not good.
He shook his head, forgetting about the cat hairs, looking back forwards in the direction he was heading, an-
Oh-ho-hoooo! Who was this? A perfectly shaped, beautiful girl stood a little more then 15 feet away from him. She appeared to be reading a map. Okay, so he could ignore her, or go talk to her.
The second choice seemed best to him.
He moved next to her, standing there for a moment, before causally gazing over her shoulder, and looked down at the map.
"Lost?"
He said, making her jump. She nodded, and turned her head towards his.
Oh my, those eyes. They were ice blue, oh, and such an innocent gaze too.
Perrrrrrfect.
"Yea..."
She replied, looking back down at the map.
"I'm looking for the nearest restaurant, doesn't matter what food. Doesn't matter what kind. It'd be great if you could help me..."
Before Miroku could speak, she added, or at least started to,
"I'm fro- "
She then twitched, before dropping the map, her beautiful ice blue eyes reduced to dots. The pervert had taken a chance. He had grouped her... and he had a smirk on his face.
She was enraged, and perhaps, for Miroku's sake, he should have found out where she was from, so that way, he could look out for more of her kind. He sure wasn't prepared for what happened next.
The girl shot around, those angry, yet beautiful ice blue eyes, staring threateningly into his, her teeth clenched, fists formed, hunched over slightly. It seemed like the world around them had frozen, and maybe, just maybe, it had.
She was now muttering something, and whatever it was, it was inaudible to Miroku.
"Hmm?"
He asked, cocking his head, wondering what she was saying. The girl straightened up, before shutting her eyes, still muttering whatever she was, and now making weird movements with her hands.
Miroku was confused, and now thought this girl was just a little too strange for him.
"I'll just go- -"
He had started, but had been interrupted by the sudden cry of the girl, shouting something towards him.
"Thou shall take form of the beast, thou reflects the most!"
She yelled, clapping her hands together.
Okay, this girl's weird, and psycho, and something should be done about her, Like now. Even if her ass is nice. Those were Miroku's last thoughts, before the world around him suddenly became a lot bigger.
Well, in better perspective, her grew smaller.
On another note, the world was moving again, but nobody had noticed the girl's odd chants.
She walked towards him, laughing, damn she was huge, and kicked him in the side.
Strange, he didn't remember being bent over so she could kick him in the ribs... and it had hurt, normally, it shouldn't have...
"Take that you stupid cat..."
She muttered, before saying, barely above a whisper,
"You have a year to get yourself out of this mess, or else your stuck like this forever. Just get somebody to know who you REALLY are..."
She then left, ice blue gaze tearing away from his own, not once looking back.
Wait...Cat? What had she been talking about? And a year to tell somebody who he really was, or he'd be stuck like this? Like what? Talk about confusion. He opened his mouth to call after her, but a voice was not what he had gotten.
It was a meow.
It suddenly hit him, harder then a freight train could.
He was a cat.
He had a year to tell somebody he was a human, or
He'd be stuck.
As a cat.
Shock didn't sink in on Miroku, nor did wonder. He didn't even think about how she did this to him, but rather, how to get himself back.
Well... He'd better get started.
Sorry for the crappy chapter. Not much in a writing mood, but that should explain how Miroku became a cat :D! Please review! =D! I have 15... YES! But, uh, let's go for... 20!
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