Wazzup there? I've arrived at the conclusion that I can't keep with this fic so I've decided to kill it in the next chapter. Enjoy anyway.

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Chapter11. Too much problems in paradise

Her knees trembled as a cold sweat ran down her spine, making her gulping loudly. That name… He had to call her by that name, stirring deep and dark memories that were supposed to be forgotten, making her feel weak, just like the first time. He had to call her by that name, leaving in clear that he was serious and talking about real, serious business. She couldn't do it. It had burnt her like no fire could, leaving scars deep in her soul that no one could heal, not even time. But she had to be strong. She had to be strong. She had to be-

"I-I won't d-do it." She objected in a barely audible whisper, demonstrating how much the call was affecting her. Feeling doomed, she closed her eyes waiting for the awful tom-kat in the other side of the line. But, instead, he started laughing. An open, bottomless laugh that seemed to get into her bones.

About to hang up, she distinguished another voice talking behind the cackle. A sneakier, dirtier voice asked very amused "What did she said? What!" adjoining the sentence with unnatural hisses while the first asked for time between sniggers, finally the laugh dried and he cleared his mouth. "I-I won't d-do it!" he imitated with a squeaky, crybaby cynical voice. And the laugh had been adjoined by several other voices, including the sneaky one.

"H-hey!" she tried to say clearly over their amusement, with no avail. "Stop it!" She felt so tired suddenly, so sick of everything, with such a need of rest. She dropped herself in the bed and the huffs of 'She's killing me…' Taking a breath, she tried again. "I won't." this time the racket stopped "I'm not your puppet anymore." Even if her voice had wavered, she had made her point.

"Are you so sure of that, Kimiko?" The nerve, the nerve. She understood the whole 'fear me minion' crap, after all he was the bad guy and that was his job, but now he was really starting to tick her off.

"Stop calling me like that!" she roared at the communicator. Fuming, she raised from bed with a bolt of energy. Glaring at the phone, she started thinking in all the kind of curses she had heard of. 'Kat, he's still as annoying as ever!'

"How shall I call you, then?" He sneered coldly, just like he was supposed to do every time somebody gave a hint of their emotions. He lik- No wait. He loved to taunt her; she was so easy to bring to the edge that it was hilarious. But he knew her name just like she knew his, by need. Not that he was telling. He smiled at himself, let's poke the kat "Kimi, baby?"

She opened her mouth, ready to tell him a bunch of obscenities that could make this fic NC-17, when a familiar, friendly (yet mad) voice dared to interrupt her speech.

"Alex!" And she, like the unwise she-kat she was sometimes, called back.

"I'm here, Jake!" Of course she cursed a lot (she always does) when she realized what she, very foolishly, did.

Quickly enough, he entered the room, finding her next to the bed, clothes all over the place, only in her towel grabbing a random communicator. "Alex!" he called again in accusing tone "You know the mess you le-" he stopped, digesting how furious red she seemed, uh-oh she was mad. "Don't worry, I'll clean it." And slowly, under her piercing glare, he backed off and finally ran away (not literally).

"Uuh" the communicator transmitted "Little Kimi has a boyfriend…" He taunted in a 13 year's old ways. She want pale at the words, then blushed.

"H-he's not my boyfriend!" she objected, trying no to throw a fit.

"Jake and Alex, sitting in a tree…"

Her jaw hit the floor "You got be kidding…"

"K-I-S-S-I-N-G…"

"You know that song!" Her head was getting dizzy…

"Kitty, I wrote the song-first comes loove, then comes mating…"

"S-stop it!" She couldn't control her body anymore…

"Then comes Jake, with a kitten…"

"Pl-please… Stop it!" Her shoulders were heavy, her legs weren't responding…

"Not to big, not to small… Just the size of a bowling ball!"

That totally made it. She hung up the phone with a sigh of frustration, but when it beeped again, she snapped and with an irritated growl, throwing the communicator against the wall smashing it to pieces. How aggravating was the whole situation, you made ONE bad decision and everything goes down… Okay, it was more than one, but that doesn't makes any difference to me…' She stared at the ceiling with glassy eyes, feeling tired. Tired of doing bad choices, tired of always being on ward, tired of pretending, tired of her past and her present. Tired of all.

The towel fell and everything became colder.

She hugged herself, not caring her nudity or the open door, trying to recover a little bit of her warmness. Not working, she collected the clothes that were closer to her a.k.a. the ones hanging from the book shelves, and lazily started to dress herself in a dull labor. First the usual black panties along with the usual black bra, the socks and of course, the pair of baggy cargos.

She never knew exactly since when he had been watching her, only that she noticed him when she looked around for a shirt that wasn't the pinky top that she had in her paws and found him there, staring awed at her.

"A-alex!" He had said, frowning worriedly "Are you okay?"

She never knew exactly when she launched herself at him and gave him a desperate, warm needy hug, only that he had hold her just like she needed to be hold, like a small child that is afraid from thunders and his mom sure knows how to make him safe.

And sure she was in need of that comfort, so much that she took a good hold of his shirt and literally poured herself in it. She knocked down her walls and gave him all the tears she never cried, all the angst and frustration she never expressed, all the feelings nobody ever knew about, she gave him her wounded soul, waiting nothing in exchange and when she had nothing else to give he dried all her tears, reassured all her sorrow, calmed all her aggravation and acknowledged all her feelings like treasures for an old pirate.

And after the turmoil had passed, her head still in his chest, she breathed him in, his manly oily scent made her feel even better, making her bury her face in his shirt, inhaling deeply while he placed his head over hers, gently caressing her back, faintly blushing.

"Thank you." She mumbled inaudibly at the shirt getting an 'Mmm?' in response. She looked up at him, into his big, amber eyes and lost her breath, her mouth went oddly dry, and her heart started pounding loudly before he, absently started leaning in, his arms wrapped around her waist. Everything felt so perfect in that moment, nothing else mattered, not those moments before and not those after. She tiptoed and sweetly brushed her lips against his lower one, but for her surprise, he pulled away and started to stroll out the room.

She felt dumb for a sec before catching up with the moment, calling after him, Jake looked over his shoulder.

"Making out may make you feel better…" He said coolly before turning away "But it won't make it for me."

Suddenly many things became clear to her, he liked her and that was the reason of his stress and his neurotic procedures but he believed that she didn't liked him back and that hurt her. Alex ran up to the kat, placed herself firmly in front of and punched him right in the face. The blow, that took him by surprise, made the caramel furred kat unsteady.

With his paw grabbing his sore jaw, he opened his mouth to ask her what in da hell was wrong with her, but instead, he found her lips and tongue messing with his own. Jake had kissed other girls before, nice experience even if never got a hold of any of them because of his 'hobby', but that… that kiss was nothing like he had ever experienced before, so needy, so passionate, so full of angst and desire…

And then he kissed back…

He was also needy and passionate…

He was also full of angst and desire…

------GUesS wHAt!---------