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MAD CAT : pt 9 Chaotic Mess

Jul

Boren was also empty of him. Noirre where are you?! Gierra is next. The city was another beauty. Or more exactly its breath taking. Its like a park within a city, or a city within a park? A town where fairies might want to live in. Famous fountains and statues were displayed modestly yet elegantly.

In Gierra, I finally caught a scent of him. I followed it and soon I traced it on a building. It was an apartment complex. A humble and pretty on at that. I went inside, lifting the mist effect. Walking towards his trail. My heart thundered of nervousness. Soon, I stood in front of an apartment door.

His scent fills the room from within. I knocked on the door, once, then twice. "Excuse me, do you need anything?" A sweet female voice asked. She was about 20 something for sure. Sandy blonde, bouncy waves, and warm green eyes. Kinda tall but mostly short and petite, having a cute and innocent aura.

"Do you need, mama cat? Umm... oops...I mean Noirre?" Her glow was so flowery and sparkly. Does she know how much floral activity is going on around her? I nodded, "Yes, do you know him?" I asked noticing a faint smell of Noirre on her. Who is she to him?

She called him Mama Cat, so they're probably not together then. Phew– And no offense to the flower girl but she doesn't suit MY Noirre. She lit up. "You're handsome! Like really pretty. Are you perhaps...? Omg! Ok, come in." She walked to "his" apartment like she's been there all her life.

A pang of jealousy spread through me. They must be close. I thought bitterly. The door opened to reveal a warm and bright home. A comfy looking living room was in front of me which lead to an open neat kitchen to the right. And to the left, two doors. Bookshelves and plants decorated the space.

It was pleasant through and through. His character really shows. Gentle yet firm. And his modesty is all over the place. At least that's what I know of him...so far. "Nowwy said he's at Milan." Nowwy? Is that suppose to be his nickname?

I saw her looking at a simple piece of paper, containing a pretty handwriting. "Hey, Amy, if you read this you went into my apartment, again. I'm not here as you can see. I'm in Milan, ok? Later." She looked at me. "There you have it. Oh, and I'm the Amy in the note." She said gleefully.

"So there is no knowing of his return?" I asked. Amy gave a sigh, shaking her head. "So, are you the guy? Mama cat can be so tight lipped. I know something happened, but as the tricky person he is, he always get away." She rambled. We sat in 'his' couch, me listening to her.

The side table held a picture of Noirre and what seems like his family, though they don't really look alike. Another picture was of him and an old weird couple that seems oddly familiar. The pictures were few but it was enough to tell me a few things more about him.

Felix tried to urged me on to have a background check on him to no avail. I won't do something so boring as that. I'll court him, know his preferences and his taste; His habits, everything with my own eyes and words, not a piece of paper. Soon, enough I gave Amy my number if he has gone home.

I'll see if I can catch him at Milan. If he's not home by then.

Noirre

The crowd started to get MORE crowded as the night progressed. The lights feel so intense to me. Is it just me or am I being watched by the reflections in the glass of the skyscrapers? I'm starting to feel uncomfortable. This place is crystal beautiful all right? Don't get me wrong. However the sky, I can't see it as much. It's a suffocating feeling.

No, that doesn't mean polluted air, but tall buildings covered the night. Bright lights distracting the natural beauty. Without noticing the crowd kind of flowed me to a sort of alley. I was moving with the flow of the crowd you see.

Oh oh...not good. Some drunkard and others tried to pick a fight. Most of them tried the I-have-a-knife or the-cocky-smug-I'm-a-badass , but petty things like that don't work on me. In one swing, I've defeated an unlikely opponents, more like a pesky obstacle.

However on my next turn, thinking I was finally out of the alley, people at the dark corners stared at me in a strange way. They're not street thugs like a while ago. No, this are an organized group. They stood motionless as I walked. Their eyes piercing a predatory gaze. My instinct tells me something's wrong.

Of course there is but there is something different about them. They're too something...I can't describe it. I know they're following me but they're too far behind. What's going on? My heart started to race with fear. Who are this people? All to soon, I hit a dead end.

They closed nearer to the gap I created. There's a wall in front of me about 15 ft high. I can make this, I encouraged myself. Sure enough I did. I made a jump, kicked the walls left to right in a fast pace next to me, it's all about timing, and landed on top of the wall, jumping straight down afterwards.

I don't feel right. My instincts is trying to tell me something but I don't know what. Though I can't see them I know they're there. I could feel their presence. My legs carried me a good distance but I can still feel an overwhelming sensation.

If I let my guard down I know I'm done for. My training won't save me. I'm not sure on the details but this people aren't as easy as normal thugs. I glided through trash cans and other dirty obstacles, finally making my way back. Not.

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