Chapter 2: Katsu's a Little Piggy
I appeared to Hikari, on the garden wall. "You know that child eats like a pig?" I grinned, looking down at her. She stopped, and looked up. She apparently does have the blue highlights, I could see it clearly from my perch.
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean he's a little piggy." My grin turned into a smirk. "That child can't stop eating." I began to kick my feet, out of boredom. She put Katsu, so he was looking over her shoulder. He started playing with her hair.
"Don't do that," she untangles her hair out of his pudgy digits. "That's a good boy." She smiles full heartedly. I could feel my face grow warm. I started to disappear, starting with my feet.
"I warned you," I laughed. I remained hidden in the wood, watching... waiting. I saw the child get a snout. He was changing into a pig, and noone can stop him. I waited in darkness. I had to pop out at the opportune moment. She never noticed, until she saw the pink tail. That was my cue. I slowly reappeared, my grin the first thing she sees. "I told you he was a little piggy. Just let him go, and come with me." I held out my hand.
"What did you do?"
"Nothing." I shrugged. "I just stated the truth. I never done anything to turn the shrieking banshie into a squealer." I placed my hand next to me. "There is nothing you can do for the child now. Let time take it's course on the porker." I laughed, knowing perfectly well that I'm not getting on her good side. She put him down, and watched him scamper off.
"Where should I go next?" I knew she was talking to herself. I guess she gave up babysitting the piglet.
"Where would you like to go to?"
"Back. I want to go back home."
"Then you must head forward." She tilted her head in confusion.
"Forward? That doesn't make sense."
"Sure it does. You must go ahead to go back." I beamed down at the girl. I rocked back and forth on the wall. She looked at me with more confusion. "What? You've never seen a cat-person rock on a wall before?"
"Only in comics and books, and even then they were more..."
"More what? Fictional? Imaginative?"
"Likable." This struck me in the heart. That was what I was missing? I wasn't Likable?
"What made them 'likable'?"
"I don't have time for this." She walked off. I followed, staying in the shadows. She continued down the path, until the little house disappeared behind us.