Her heart pounded in her chest as her paws pushed her further from the dogs that were gaining on her. She could hear them barking and growling as they closed in on her. Zipping around a corner the small black cat found herself in a dead end ally with nowhere to hide. The cat turned and faced her adversaries as she arched her back and puffed out her fur. The tough act did little to deter three hungry strays.
The dogs paused in their approach as they heard the sound of a roar. The cat blinked up in the direction of the fire escape that was just out of paws reach; that was where the roar had come from. The cat watched as a figure jumped from the fire escape and landed between her and the dogs. The skittish k-9s scrambled back from the crouching shape, whimpering pathetically. A loud cat-like growl ripped through the air as the stupid mutts watched the figure and thought that it was just a larger cat. They growled and foolishly moved in to attack the larger cat-like figure.
It only took a second for one dog to have its throat ripped out and the smartest of the three to tuck its tail between his legs and run, while the last chose to stay and fight. It soon joined its dead comrade. The black cat watched as the figure stood up and it saw what it had been rescued by. She quickly stepped forward and rubbed her head against the woman's leg as she meowed her thanks. The woman bent down and picked up the stray cat.
"It looks like it's your lucky day, little kitty." The woman said holding the cat and walking down the alley.
Izaya usually smirked as girls sat around him at the lunch table. It was like that every day, he'd sit down and Shinra would talk to him for a little bit and then a few girls, would sit down with him. He wasn't interested, of course, but he liked to play along like he was just to mess with them. Today, however, he was doing some snooping.
You could learn a lot from the content of a woman's purse, or book bag in this case. Right now Izaya was feeling frustrated by what he was finding, or 'not' finding, in Mizuki's bag. She had the normal things that girls carried, such as lip balm, mascara, and hand lotion. He knew from experience that girls would usually carry more personal items around too, but she had just the basics. Then there was her cell phone.
He took her number and put it in his phone for later use, and then he looked through her pictures. The only pictures she had on there were the defaults so he moved on to her messages, but there was nothing there either. He looked at her contacts and found she had none. There was nothing he could get from this, no information to be found anywhere. With an annoyed sigh he put everything back just as he found it and went out of the class room.
"That was a waste of time…" he muttered to himself.
Mizuki threw her bag in the chair by the door as she walked into her apartment. A small black cat looked over at her from the window sill. There was another cat on the other side of the glass sitting on the fire escape. She walked over and opened the window letting the new cat into her apartment. The black cat yowled and she picked it up holding it above her head as she slowly twirled.
"…A ghost, though invisible, still is like a place
your sight can knock on, echoing; but here
within this thick black pelt, your strongest gaze
will be absorbed and utterly disappear:
just as a raving madman, when nothing else
can ease him, charges into his dark night
howling, pounds on the padded wall, and feels
the rage being taken in and pacified.
She seems to hide all looks that have ever fallen
into her, so that, like an audience,
she can look them over, menacing and sullen,
and curl to sleep with them. But all at once
as if awakened, she turns her face to yours;
and with a shock, you see yourself, tiny,
inside the golden amber of her eyeballs
suspended, like a prehistoric fly…"*
Mizuki chuckles as the black cat meows softly as if she enjoyed the poem, but also at the same time wanted to be put down, "Too bad there isn't any good poetry about my kind, I'd tell you some of that too."
Both cats and the girl glanced at the bag as her cell phone began to ring. Mizuki put her cat down with a sigh and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" she spoke.
"Hi Mi-chan~!" Izaya said cheerily, "What are you up to?"
"Reciting poetry to a cat." She said blankly.
"You have a cat?" he asked as she looked over at was once two cats, but now three.
"Yeah, her and two of her pals." She said watching as the cats curled up in a ball together on a seat cushion.
"Aw, I can't wait to see them!" he said happily.
"What?" she said snapping back to their conversation.
"I'm almost to your apartment complex." He told her happily.
"Okay, would like me to have tea waiting for you?" she asked him.
"No thanks, I won't be staying long, I just want to see your cats since I'm nearby." He said to her.
"Okay, oh and by the way, next time just ask for my number, bye." She hung up on him.
Mizuki jumped a little as the door to her apartment swung open and Izaya walked in. The cats hissed in irritation, but quieted when he walked over and lay down across the sofa, resting his head in Mizuki's lap. She looked down at him as he blinked up at her almost sleepily.
"I was beginning to wonder if you had gotten mugged on your way here?" she said looking down at him. Izaya found it odd that she wasn't at all uncomfortable by his behavior.
"Well, I was right across the street when Shizu-chan found me…" he trailed off with a sigh, "… I ran all over the city, and when we came back around this I ran inside your apartment building and lost him."
"You want that tea now?" she asked cocking her head.
"No, but some water would be nice." He smiled up at her as he lifted his head for her to get up.
"You'll have to sit up to drink." She said and he sighed sitting up. Mizuki smirked as she went to get him some water. When she came back he was blinking sleepily as he sat there.
"Mi-chan, why doesn't it bother you when I do things like walking in without knocking, or resting my head in your lap, or… calling you Mi-chan?" he asked cocking his head to the side.
"I think it's cute, how you act like a little kid sometimes, and how could I be upset with you for barging in here when you act like a sleepy little boy and put your head in my lap?" she said handing him the water and sitting next to him.
"You're weird." He said and then drank his water.
"I'm weird because I let you get away with being yourself?" she said and he blinked at her.
"I'm too tired for this, can I sleep here?" he asked and she rolled her eyes.
"Sure, but your sleeping on the sofa." She said to him.
"That's rude; you're supposed to give the guest your bed*." He said and she laughed.
"Well I'd share, but it's only big enough for one and I don't want to give you any ideas." She said standing up, "I'll get you a pillow and blanket."
"Whatever…" he said lying down. When she came back he was already snoring.
"I hope his parents don't mind." She muttered going to her own room to sleep.
*The poem was written by Maria Rilke and it's called "Black Cat"
*In Japan when someone has a guest over they usually give their bed to them.
Shadow's Ramble: So, as you can see I'm still building up my character, and her relationships. You're probably noticing that she is a little… strange. In the next chapter she'll probably be more around Shizuo than Izaya. I'm not sure if I'm going to pair her with anyone at all, but if you guys think that she would be really good for Izaya or Shizuo you're more than welcome to try and convince me of that. Oh and I took down the prologue. It was really boring and when I took it down more of your guys started reading so I figured I'd change a few things. I also changed the title of the story; I probably won't change it again. Anyway, please review (the more reviews I get the more I want to write), alert and favorite~! Shadow out~!
