Yay! I got reviews, I'm so happy, so here's the next chapter. I think I'll make this a three-chapter story-maybe four, and I'll probably finish this one before doing the curry competition. Thanks so much to Turquoisefox and crazygirl306 for reviewing.

Disclaimer: I wish I owned Baten Kaitos. But I don't. Sigh.

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For love of a kitten

It was a good morning, Ayme decided. The sun was out, Folon was nowhere to be seen-probably having a lie in, the lazy moron, and her leg was feeling a lot better. She prepared herself a light breakfast, sitting back on her usual sofa, and gave a deep sigh of relaxation. Just then, her mood darkened considerably, as the mangy looking fleabag appeared, mewing loudly. She scowled at him. But for once, he didn't seem to be up to anything. Leaping onto her lap, her gave a loud yawn, and settled down, curled up. She studied him intently; her crueler side tempted to push him off, before shrugging. The rhythmic purring sound was almost comforting, and he wasn't exactly doing anything wrong. She continued eating her breakfast. Maybe she could deal with having a cat around. They weren't so bad. Suddenly, she jumped in alarm as he started making choking sounds, looking like he was having a sort of seizure. Worriedly, she was about to call for Folon, when the cause of his discomfort became apparent. A large, slimy ball of hair was deposited onto her lap, along with what looked like the remains of a dead mouse. Mission accomplished, the cat sauntered off again, tail waving proudly like a flag, as if signaling his triumph. Ayme stared at the foul smelling thing in her lap, anger steadily building.

"FOLON!" The scream was loud enough to shatter windows, and upstairs, a certain blue skinned man fell out of bed in shock, clutching his hands to his head, where a headache was already beginning to form. He moaned as he staggered sleepily upright. It was a bad morning.

"Folon, where is all our bread?" Ayme inquired frostily, opening the cupboard and finding it empty.

"Oh that." Folon grinned sheepishly. "I fancied a midnight snack." He looked nervous as Ayme rolled her eyes. In his own way, he was every bit as annoying as his cat.

"Well?" She demanded. "What are we supposed to have for lunch?"

"Uh…" He thought for a second, his head hurting again from the effort, before he had a sudden idea.

"No problem! I'll just go to the Magnus shop and buy some." He announced brightly. Ayme looked at him doubtfully.

"You do know how to buy stuff, right?" She said apprehensively. He looked insulted.

"Of course." He said! "I'm not an idiot you know."

"Could have fooled me." She muttered. He glared at her, before shrugging it of, and dumping a stack of papers in front of her.

"These are forms from Lyude." He informed her cheerily. "You need to fill them out to get the extra soldiers for your squad you were asking for." She cheered up as he said that-she had been wanting more soldiers for a while, some of the desert monsters were really tough, and instantly got to work, taking a glass of water with her, and sitting at her desk. It was hard work, but she pressed on determinedly, keen to get them finished by the end of the day. Just as she was about done, she heard a familiar whining noise, as the tiny furball gazed up at her pitifully.

"What!" She snapped. "I'm working." He ignored her, and continued meowing.

"Will you go away!" She yelled. Still he didn't stop, sounding like a siren, before jumping on her lap, and making her jot the ink, messing up the current sentence she was writing. She snarled angrily as his meowing started up again.

"GO AWAY!" She screamed, standing up, and the kitten fled, as Ayme, with relief, finished the last of the papers. She passed Folon as he finished coming back with the bread.

"I'm done." She said shortly. "You can take the papers to Lyude while I make some sandwiches.

"Great!" He said enthusiastically. "Make several for me would you, I'm starving!"

"Whatever." She rolled her eyes as she entered the kitchen. "The papers are lying on my desk." She called back.

"Where's Smoky?" Folon looked round.

"Don't know, don't care." Came the sharp reply. He sighed as he made his way towards the desk.

"I wish those two would get along." He muttered, entering the room, and smiling as he saw his cat. Smoky meowed again, and he saw the kitten was soaking wet.

"Oh you poor thing." He comforted, rushing forward, before halting as he saw the water dripping of the desk. Raising his gaze upwards, he winced as he saw the soggy mound of paper, the glass of water tipped over and lying next to them.

"Although I don't think any friendships will be forming between you guys for a while." He said, starting to panic, as he tried to pick up the papers, only to have them fall apart.

"Folon, what's taking so long!" Ayme yelled, and his eyes widened as he heard her start to come up. "Can't you find them?"

"No, no, it's fine!" He called back desperately. "No need to come up-don't want you hurting your leg."

"Then what are you doing in there?" She continued suspiciously.

"Uh…nothing." He cursed as his brain went blank. "Smoky was just uh…a little clumsy that's all."

"Little clumsy?" Ayme repeated skeptically, slowly limping in. She stopped dead as she caught sight of the mound of papers. "Are those the forms?"

"Ah…heh heh, funny you should say that." He started, before seizing his cat, and bounding down the stairs. "Smoky! Run for it!"

"AHHHHH! I'll kill you!" Ayme chased them, her injured leg forgotten, as she cornered them in the kitchen, and seized a stack of plates with relish. Folon whimpered as a plate smashed into the wall next to him.

"Ayme please, let's just calm down and talk about this." He cried as he ducked to avoid a plate shattering just above his head. Smoky escaped from his arms, and darted away somewhere, probably to hide, and Ayme turned upon the cowering man, eyes flashing, plate ready to throw.

"I am fed up with that stinking cat! I refuse to live like this!" She snarled, then screamed again as she saw the smashed plates everywhere. "Just look around you, look what he made me do."

"Well he didn't ask you to start throwing plates you know." Folon defended, then yelped as he crouched down again. "Please don't hurt me." Ayme relented slightly, dropping the plates to the surface, and taking a deep breath, as her fiancée slowly straightened, looking relieved.

"Fine." She eventually managed, then winced as her leg suddenly went beneath her with a jolt of pain. She hobbled to the sofa, and carefully lay down, Folon following anxiously.

"Let me check on Smoky, and then I'll bring you your lunch, OK?" He promised.

"Yeah, whatever." She checked her leg to make sure it wasn't damaged, and waited impatiently for Folon to bring her the food. After about 20 minutes, she swore, getting up, and angrily making her way to the kitchen-where the sandwiches were waiting.

"How hard can it be to just get a sandwich and bring it to the sofa?" She muttered angrily. "Probably forgotten all about me, and playing with that evil little…" She took a bite of the food, and felt slighter better, before spinning round as she heard Folon enter the kitchen.

"About time." She started to say grumpily, then stopped when she saw him looking anxious, trembling slightly. "What is it?"

"Ayme." He sounded even more worried, voice shaky. "Smoky's gone!"

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So what do you think? As before, please review-it'd make me very happy, and I'll try and get the final chapter on as soon as possible. We're going away for a week, but hopefully I'll be able to take my laptop with me-so I should be able to update. Thanks!