Okay, now is when I apologize like hell. I'm so so so so so so so sorry for taking so long to update! It took me a while to get adjusted to schoolwork again, and when I finally had time to write the next part, I got sick…! I'm actually not kidding. As an apology, I'm going to try to make this longer. So once again, sorry!
Moving on… I finally got a word processor, so you can kiss those annoying lines goodbye! Hopefully. I'm going to try to make the chapters longer as well.
-just notices Gidget hanging off arm- Ow… -peels her off-
And chocolatemaltesers gets a huge cookie for telling me the color I was trying (and failing) to describe was burmese. I got it from my dad's roommate's cat Midnight, which if burmese and possibly the biggest moocher I have ever seen.
Oh, and I've decided to finalize the time period. It's set in modern day, so ignore the comment about Krad being a nobleman from the first chapter. I'll probably fix it eventually.
Well I'll shut up now and get on with the story.
Krad and the kitten stared at each other. It mewed, and then advanced. Krad backed away, not sure what to do. "Uh…" he stammered. "G-good kitty…" It was now Sunday, Krad had gotten no sleep, and everything breakable that was not locked up had been broken. This kitten was evil incarnate, and Krad had actually spent part of the night looking for holy water. Once he found some, he had thrown it at the kitten, but it had simply kept breaking things. This startled Krad; he was expecting it to melt or burst into flames.
His leg hit the couch, and he fell onto it. The kitten sped up and took a flying leap, landing in his lap. It was all Krad could do to keep from screaming. The thing started purring, settled down, and soon fell asleep. Krad froze. It's… it's… brainwashing me… he thought, terrified. The doorbell rang, but Krad was too scared to disturb the sleeping ball of evil, so a servant opened it instead. "Krad!" a voice called. "How's the new kitten doing?"
Saki walked in, holding a bag of kitten food. She saw Krad with the kitten and stopped. "Aww," she cooed. "How cute! It likes you!"
"E-evil…" Krad whispered.
Saki blinked. "Huh?"
"It's evil…"
Saki laughed. She walked over and picked up the kitten, which immediately started flailing, trying to get back to Krad. "What are you talking about?"
"Nothing can do that much damage in one night and not be evil," Krad said more steadily, standing up.
"Oh, believe me, it can," Saki said dryly. "As far as kittens go, this guy's pretty mellow."
Krad stared at her. "You mean… there are worse ones?"
Saki laughed even harder. The kitten took this opportunity to escape, and shot towards Krad. It managed to claw up his clothes and sit on his shoulder in an amazing display of kitty athleticism. Krad whimpered.
"You'll get used to it," Saki assured him. "Just put anything you don't want broken out of its reach." She looked at the small kitten, which was rubbing up against the side of Krad's face. "Have you named it yet?"
Krad looked at the kitten. "Damien," he said flatly.
Saki laughed so hard she collapsed. Krad gave her a minute, and then started to get annoyed. "What did you come here for, anyways?" he spat.
Saki stood up, wiping a tear from her face. "You mean besides the kitten food?"
Krad looked at her blankly. "Kitten food?"
"Yes, kitten food. Despite what you might think, kittens do not live off the blood of innocents." Krad shot her a dirty look. "I came to see if you had left yet, considering it's twelve forty-five."
"What!" Krad shouted. The kitten jumped off of his shoulder, sensing what was about to happen. "Shit!" He took off in the direction of his bedroom, and got changed quicker than Saki thought possible. He shot by too fast for her to see what he had changed into, but Saki thought she could make out dark jeans and a light blue shirt. He grabbed his keys and a jacket, speeding out the door and shouting a 'thank you' as he left.
Saki turned to the kitten. "What a dork, eh?"
Damien just mewed.
Krad jumped out of his car, checking his watch. One exactly! he thought to himself, relieved. Just in time. He looked around for Dark, but he was found first. "Hey Krad!" Krad turned, and saw Dark running towards him.
His heart almost stopped. Dark was wearing black pants and a long-sleeved, turtleneck sweatshirt. It was a simple choice of clothes, but it just looked so damn good on him. Black really was his color. The pants, while they were not tight, were slim-fitting, and showed off his long legs quite nicely. The sweatshirt flaunted his curves, and Krad could not look away. He felt like he was going to pass out.
Dark was standing in front of his now, panting slightly. "Man, I overslept and ran all the way here! I thought I was gonna be late, but it looks like I'm right on time!" Dark had a goofy smile on his face, and Krad couldn't help smiling back.
"Actually, I sort of did the same thing," Krad admitted. He had finally fallen asleep around six, and was woken up by the devil cat not long before Saki arrived.
Dark laughed. "Now I don't feel so bad." They talked for a bit,
and then walked into the café. After getting some coffee, they
sat down at a table.
Dark sipped his coffee. "So, what do you
do?" he asked.
Krad gave him a strange look.
"I mean, what's your job? You know all about my exciting life as a waiter, but I have no idea what you do."
Krad thought for a minute. "Well…" he began. "Do you know Hikari Electronics?"
"Yeah! They make all those really nice computers and such! Do you work there?"
"Well, erm… sort of." Krad muttered something under his breath.
"What?" Dark asked, missing what he said.
Krad said the same thing, louder this time. "My full name is Krad Hikari. I'm the president and founder of Hikari Electronics."
Dark stared at him for a minute. "HOLY CRAP!" he exclaimed, jumping up from the table. "SWEET JESUS, THAT'S AMAZING!"
"Sssh!" Krad tried to calm Dark. Everyone in the café was giving them a weird look. After a minute, Dark calmed down and sat.
"Sorry about that," Dark apologized. "But you're probably the most important person I've ever met."
"It's okay," Krad replied. "I don't want many people to know. That's why no one knows what the president of H.E. looks like. Only people I trust know."
Dark smiled. "I'm glad that you trust me enough to tell me, then."
Krad thought he was going to die. However, before he got a chance to say anything, something in Dark's pocket started beeping. Dark pulled a pager out of his pocket, and a horrified looked crossed his face. "Oh my god…" he whispered. He turned to Krad, a panicked look on his face. "I'm so sorry," he said, getting up. "Something's happened. I have to go. I'll call you later, okay?"
Before Krad had a chance to ask what was wrong, Dark was out the door and sprinting away. "What happened…?" he wondered out loud.
"Man, you are one lucky man," a voice from behind him said. Krad turned around, and saw a lewd-looking man behind him. He recalled seeing him in the restaurant a few days ago. "Most of us have to pay for what you're getting."
Krad gave him a confused look. "What do you mean?" he asked.
The man paused, and then laughed loudly. "You mean you don't know?" he bellowed. "Guess he's just your friend after all."
"I don't understand," Krad said, even more confused. "What don't I know?"
"You know that place you were at a few days back? The Shady Shack? That place is actually a whorehouse. It moonlights as a restaurant so it can put it's wares on display, so to speak."
A horrible realization formed in Krad's mind. "Wait…" he whispered. "You can't mean…"
"Yep," the man replied, smug. "Your buddy is that joint's most popular prostitute."
The story is gonna start getting heavier now, and it will probably start living up to its rating. I'll try to update next week.