Let Me
Drabble 3: Strays
By: Kigen
Unofficially entitled Bedtime Stories of a Crimson Nightmare, version 2.0. This is possibly the most crack drabble I have ever, and will ever write. RenLyserg kitten, love, fluff. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: Lyserg is not the little pass around boy for all the other Shaman King boys to love. Shaman King isn't mine.
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Ren did not have any soft spots.
Not for his quote unquote, friends.
Not for his family (especially not his sister).
Not for his guardian spirit.
And defiantly not for this, this, STRAY that Horo had been so kind to give him.
The little kitten, it's fur cream colored with big green eyes, that was entirely too smart for it's own good. The kitten that Horo had dropped into his lap one day, declaring it's name was Lyserg, and that Ren had to take care of it, because it was a shamanic kitty, and because Ren was a cat person.
Ren was NOT a cat person.
He did not find this thing the least bit endearing.
Not when it chased shadows or slept in sunbeams.
Not even when it tried to pounce Bason.
He found it annoying that the thing shared his love of milk, often HIS milk. And no matter where he set the glass, moments later the little stray would be standing up, leaning against the side of the glass, it little paws clinging to the rim, as it attempted to shove it's head in the cup deep enough to get to the milk.
And it defiantly wasn't cute the time it managed to put it's head in too deep and fall into the glass, squeaking and mewing pitifully until Ren rescued it.
Yes, Ren did not have a soft spot for anything.
Yet when he found the kitten fast asleep on his pillow, he didn't have the heart to move it.
Ren defiantly did not have a soft spot for strays.
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Wasn't that cute? Weird, but cute. Next chapter, angst. Lyserg follows Ren into the valley.
Review not that you've read please.
Ja min'na-san!