A/N-This was originally suppose to be a one shot, but reviewers got questions so I've got the answers. So, TADA!
Here's another chapter. I don't know how long this fic will actually end up.
Chapter 2
The cat sits down staring at me evenly. He doesn't know the reasons that I can't be around him. They say that he looks like us combined yet no one knows the reason for it. His hair isn't as bright as yours. Merely a pale orange that could pass for blond. His endless violets are far more inviting than my own ever were. He's pale, though, almost as pale as Akito. He's so young, too, but he'll never know the torment that you went through. Tohru claims that it's a testament of our love that he looks the way he does. Shigure watches over him when his mom is at work. His dad left when he discovered he was the cat. He likes watching me I understand that now. Occasionally I'll awaken to his little arms wrapped tightly around my waist. Oddly enough he doesn't have to wear the beads and no one has seen him change. His mother doesn't hold him at all; she claims that she knows that the monster still recedes in him. He asks all his questions brashly almost as if at his young age he's already invincible.
His mother avoids me at all cost and doesn't care where her son goes. It's sad that even though everyone else accepts the cat, his own mother betrays him. Shyly he climbs into my lap and says, "My real daddy loves me, and he told me to tell you that he'll love you forever. I still don't understand how a man can get pregnant. He never told me. He misses you and wants you back if you'll ever forgive him." My curious violets stare down at him trying to figure out what he means and I cringe when he nuzzles my neck the way you use to. "Who's your real daddy," I ask not sure what he actually meant by his odd words. He's only three yet can talk like a child of seven, I'm not sure who he learned that from. I was told that I was the same way. I know what you're thinking, damn, perfect rat, that's what you'd say with that playful scowl.
He leans back and stares coldly up at me startling my very heart. His low voice is cold as he says, "If you can forget the man you claimed to love so easily, then it's for the best that he stays away regardless of the fact it is now safe for him to come home." My eyes narrow and I lift him up demanding; "Show me to your father. Where does he live?" My hope is fluttering higher and higher as we climb into my car. He stares up at me expectantly and mutters, "You have to go where the cat fights the bears and the waterfall bars outsiders from the cave." He smiles briefly at me and I'm even more intrigued. How could one child resemble you so much? Am I going insane with my love for you still burning so intensely? What if you still live? Why would you have betrayed me like that? Is he your messenger? I speed recklessly past the various family members and I see the fear in their eye as they wonder if the power has gone to my head.
Within the hour we arrive at the only place I know of that fits his description and fearfully I stare at the cabin wondering who would live out here. The boy runs to the door and throws it open yelling for his father. My breath catches in my breath when I step inside. Pictures of us are everywhere and a throw with cats cuddling with mice is over the worn, brown couch. I stare wide-eyed at the beauty of which is this boy's father and my disbelief doubles over. Have I officially lost my mind?