Havoc liked plants; they reminded him of his youth on the farm. He couldn't grow vegetables or fruits in his "place dubbed by the military as home" as he referred to his house. His house was small, maybe enough for two people to live in. He had enough room for a small flower garden, but he didn't want to get laughed at, so he settled for a small herb garden. It was just some catnip and barley, also some mint. He attracted a kitten to his house with the catnip, accidentally of course, stupid cat. He decided to keep it, only because it wouldn't leave. It was a bloody nuisance, that's what it was, a nuisance. It was a small black kitten which he dubbed Destiny, he was never that creative. He hated that stupid cat and how it would attack his feet at night when his long legs would dangled over the bed and how it would purr loudly after it curled up on his back, making him unable to move. He could have moved if he had wanted to, he was just tired, that's all. He hated how she would constantly try to eat his food or drink from his glass. He also hated how she would dart out of the house even though she was meant to be an indoor cat, stupid cat, why did you have to die. He stared at her small grave that lie near his garden, she was only about a year old. Why did she have to run outside, why didn't he see her, why did it have to be night, why did the dogs get her? Stupid cat, why did he have to get attached to a stupid cat?

It was evening and I had to send some paperwork to Havoc-shoi, taisa's orders. His house was quaint and welcoming; I had only been there on short occasions. I looked into his small backyard and saw him standing there, I was about to call out, but noticed his expression. "Havoc-shoi?" I asked letting myself into his yard and coming up behind him. "Taisa wanted me to send you some paperwork." I saw his expression; paperwork depressed everyone, but not this much. "What's wrong?" I felt a strange concern for him.

"Nothing," he stared at a plot of dirt. "My stupid cat escaped again." I always remember him complaining about that cat.

"What happened?"

"She didn't come back." He stared off. "Dogs got her."

"Oh," I was surprised, I certainly didn't expect this. Rain started to drizzle down. "You should go inside." I suggested. He stayed quiet for a while.

"I'd drive you home, but my car's in the shop, stay until it stops" his eyes had a bit of a lonely look in them, I thought, why not? He lives by himself.

"Ok," I agreed. I made some coffee for us; he kept looking out of the window. By the way he always complained about her I had never thought that he had liked the cat that much. As I walked over to him with the coffee I noticed that there was a look of strong despair in his eyes. "I never knew you actually liked her." I silently said.

"What?"

"You miss her."

"Who, the cat? No she was just a nuisance" he blandly said. "I'm glad she's gone"

"You don't mean that." He continued staring out of the window as I retorted. The silence continued for hours as Fury fell asleep to the sound of raindrops, lack of conversation bored him into a slumber on the couch.

Havoc glanced over and sighed as he picked him up to move him somewhere else. He wanted to read the newspaper to think about something else, so he decided to move him to his bed. As he tried to place Fury down he realized that there would be no way to do so unless he wanted him to be woken up, and that would probably embarrass the little one. He chuckled to himself as he lay down on the bed with Fury on his lap, he tried to scoot over to roll Fury onto the bed, but found it comforting to just lay there listening to the rain and Fury's heartbeat. Eventually he found himself not thinking of stupid cats but of a more calming thought of rain and warmth. Paperwork could wait.