Chapter 6- I Hate Being a Cat- Kanda's P.O.V

I hated being a cat. Only Lenalee could tell who I was, and the other two bakas didn't believe her. I felt vulnerable without Mugen by my side. Daisya had taken it with him when he and the crazy– haired freak couldn't find me. He was going to keep it until I "came back to the Order". Lenalee kept saying that I was the cat, but he wouldn't listen to her.

"You are such a cute kitty," Daisya said. I swiped at him, but he just moved his hand before my claws could scratch him. I hated the fact that he wasn't afraid of me.

"Daisya," Lenalee said. Her voice had an angry edge to it as she looked at the boy. "That's Kanda," She said for the hundredth time. "Once we reverse what ever turned him into a cat, he's going to murder you."

I meowed in agreement. I sounded pitiful, with a high- pitched meow, which no one could understand. I started to growl when the crazy- haired girl picked me up.

"How could Kanda turn into a cat?" She asked.

"I don't know," Lenalee said. "But I do know that it's him."

"How?" Daisya asked. He had a mocking tone in his voice as h said, "Did he talk to you?"

"No," Lenalee said, crossing her arms over her chest. "The cat acts exactly like Kanda. Plus, he was sitting on Mugen, and he has the dark and cold look in his eyes. Its Kanda, I tell you!"

"I don't think you've gotten enough sleep, Boo," Daisya said. "There's no way this cat is that heartless idiot Kanda."

I glared at him while Lenalee said, "He turned into a cat a few years ago."

"That was because he was being an idiot, and drank a potion that Komui made," Daisya said. "You're not thinking straight, Boo. You're probably tiered."

Lenalee glared at him for a moment before getting up, and stomping out of the cart.

I squirmed out of the freak's arms, and tried to follow the younger girl out, but she closed the door before I got there. I meowed again, and scratched on the door. I was completely helpless."

"You can't go out there, Yuu," Daisya told me. He picked me up, and placed me on the seat across from him, where Lenalee had been sitting a few moments ago.

A stream of curses crossed my mind as I glared at him. I did the last think I could do that would show him how annoyed I was- I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Are you thirsty?" Daisya asked.

No, you baka! I mentally yelled at him. I'm a freaking cat, Daisya! I swear, on the last ounce of my energy, when I get back to my human form, I am going to kill you very slowly with Mu-

The sudden image of my sword piercing his body entered my mind, interrupting my mental rant. I saw him fall to the ground, blood pooling around him. He couldn't heal himself quickly enough. I saw everything from the day that I wanted to forget, everything that I wished I could change; but I knew that I could never go back through time and change it.

The image faded from my mind, and I started to whimper uncontrollably. I curled up into a little ball. The memory had come so suddenly, that I wasn't able to prepare myself for the pain that came with it. My heart ached, and it felt like it was breaking into a thousand, little pieces.

I didn't realize that I was still whimpering until a gentile hand was placed on my head.

"What's the matter?" Lenalee asked. I looked up at her, not knowing when she had come back in. I looked over to see that Daisya and the freak were both asleep. How long had I been trapped in my thoughts?

I looked back at Lenalee. Her black hair was out of its normal pigtails, and it framed her childish face perfectly. She was young- twelve years old at the most- but she was really beautiful.

Her dark eyes looked at me with worry.

"Did you have a nightmare?" She asked.

I meowed, even though I knew that she couldn't understand me. I wanted to say, "No, I'm fine." However, I knew that she would have known that I was lying. Instead, I walked over to her, and curled up in her lap.

"Its all right, Kanda," She said quietly while petting my head. "You don't need to be scared of a dream. You'll always have people who will love you for who you are; no matter what you do."

What about what I have already done? I thought. What will you do if you knew about what I did to him?