A/N: Here's the final chapter. It's not the longest chapter, but it's longer than the last few have been. Also, for those reviewers who were wondering: there is a lemon in this chapter.

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The Noah smirked devilishly at Cross before he turned his attention back to where Natasha and Allen were standing. "Why don't you come with me, Natasha? Let's give these two a moment alone."

Panic filled the pit of his stomach at the thought of being left alone with Cross now that he knew the man was his father, but Allen could do nothing but watch as Natasha and Neah left the room together. He stared blankly at Cross as the redhead approached him, but he didn't run away like he wanted to. The neko knew they needed to talk and was choosing to get it over with as quickly as possible.

The redhead stopped a few feet from his former apprentice. Looking at the teen in front of him, to his surprise, all he felt was guilt. He should have been there from the beginning, should have treated the kid better when he was training him, should have stepped in before he tried to revive Mana.

Father and son stared awkwardly at each other until Cross worked up the nerve to speak. "I didn't know. You know that, right?"

Allen nodded once. He couldn't find any words to say to his former teacher. He was still trying to wrap his head around the knowledge that the man was his biological father.

"I would have treated you differently if I had known. I-"

A snort of derision from Allen interrupted him. That one ridiculous statement was all it took for the neko to get his tongue working again. "No you wouldn't have. I was the host of the Fourteenth Noah. You knowing that I was your son wouldn't have made a difference at all."

Cross raised his hand to slap the boy, but he caught the slight smirk Allen was giving him and instead flicked the kid's cat ear. "Brat."

Allen rolled his eyes at the redhead. "Look, maybe you really would have treated me better. Maybe you wouldn't have made me spend my thirteenth birthday alone at a brothel. Or maybe you'd have treated me worse. You may not have been the best master, but even when you were drunk, you never hit me. So stop with the sappy talk and just apologize already."

Cross laughed as he pulled Allen into a hug. "Fine. I'm sorry for treating you the way I did. And for the record, I've regretted my behavior towards you long before today."

"I know. Thanks for saying it out loud though."

The awkward hug tightened painfully, and Allen struggled to escape Cross' grip. The redhead stared seriously down at the teen. "There's no need to tell Natasha any stories from our time together, understand?"

"Maybe~." Allen smirked at the implied threat, he finally had blackmail material on Cross. But there was only one thing he wanted from the man. "You'll have to answer some questions first."

Cross laughed as he released the neko and led the teen over to a couch. He spoke confidently as they sat down; he had seen the way Allen interacted with Natasha and knew exactly what was on the neko's mind. "You want to know about my relationship with your mother."

The scrunched up frown that Allen gave him made him laugh. Then he sighed heavily as he leaned back and lit a cigarette. "I met Natasha on a mission not long after I became a general. She would have been about your age at the time. We were together for six months."

Allen tensed at that. While it was relieving that his mother wasn't one of Cross' many one-night stands, there was only one reason why the redhead would have been with a woman for that long. "So she was rich."

"Nope."

The way the color drained from the neko's face was almost comical. He swallowed hard before he spoke. "You mean..."

Feeding the remnants of his cigarette to Timcanpy, Cross sighed. "You once asked me what I would do if I ever got a woman pregnant. I told you I'd do the right thing, but we both knew it was a lie; I would have been gone in a heartbeat if that happened. Natasha was different though. I might actually have stayed if I had known."

Allen was more than a little shocked to hear Cross admit to liking a woman so much that he'd have stayed with her even if his worst nightmare came true. But there was something wrong with what the man was saying. "If that's really true, why'd you leave her?"

The redhead shrugged as he lit another cigarette. "This place. I got called away on a mission and never went back."

They fell into an awkward silence after that. Allen nervously fiddled with his tail. "So what happens now?"

Cross took a long drag on his cigarette and let it out slowly. "You probably don't want to hear this, but I'm going to try to make it work with Natasha. There's something there still, and we want to find out what it is. While I'm here at headquarters, I'll reclaim Judgement, and then we're going to go travel together. You're welcome to come with us if you want; she would probably like it you did. But you're a general now; you've got your own duties to attend to."

"I'm not a general." Allen's quiet words cut off Cross' ramblings. He had planned on keeping that from the redhead, to avoid his teasing, but with everything that had happened that day, hiding it no longer felt right. "Central refused to promote me because I'm a neko."

Cross suddenly grabbed his collar and got in his face. "Then why the hell didn't you let Natasha try to change you back?!"

Allen sighed heavily and pushed Cross' hand away. "I've already told you that. My Innocence did this to me. I don't want to find out what will happen if I try to undo that. Besides, it's not like Central would change their minds if I was human again. This whole thing was just a convenient excuse for them to do what they were going to do anyway."

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Camilla and I returned to headquarters well after dinner, but we had finished the mission in time to return home that night, so it was a victory for us. I was anxious to find Allen and see how he was coping with everything that had happened that morning; I had a hard enough time with the idea that the witch who cursed him was his biological mother, there was no telling how he was taking it, he seemed pretty messed up when he ran off earlier. Fortunately, there was no need to lie to Camilla about why I wanted to return home so quickly; instead, the Moyashi's absence meant that she was just as eager to get back as I was.

While I went to find my Moyashi, Camilla ran off to find Lenalee. The two women were practically inseparable when they were both at headquarters; apparently neither of them had had a friend their same age and gender before. And with the way Camilla got along with Lavi and Allen, despite being allergic to the neko, the result was that my barely manageable circle of four friends was now a circle of five.

From the gossip I overheard in the halls, General Cross and Natasha had already left. Together. There was some speculation as to whether they were dating, but that was clearly just people being stupid; Cross wouldn't do that to Allen. The reactions towards Natasha being Allen's biological mother were mixed. Some thought she was just like him: one of the nicest people you'd ever meet, while others thought there was something off about her. But the gossipers all agreed that hearing Allen call her 'Mum' was just too weird. I had to agree with them on that. The Moyashi was far too tolerant if he was thinking of the witch who cursed him as his mother.

It wasn't hard to find the neko, he was in my room after all, and it was a lot less shocking to find him there now that he had a key. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the wall. He turned his head towards me when I closed the door behind me, but that expression never changed. He didn't even respond to my, "How are you holding up, Moyashi?"

Approaching him cautiously, I tangled my fingers into the brat's soft white hair and captured his lips. He returned the kiss, but I could tell from the lackadaisical way he fought back that he was stressed out. Moving my fingers to his ears, I began to rub that soft spot where they met his head. The motion had the desired effect: it got a reaction out of him. Sure, getting pushed away wasn't the reaction I had hoped for, but it was a reaction. The blank way he'd been staring at me before was freaky.

Allen moved away from me and collapsed backwards onto the mattress. The light had returned to his silver eyes, and so I waited for him to voice whatever was bothering him. But he didn't speak, instead he gestured for me to join him on the bed. I lay down beside him, as he clearly wanted me to, and that's when he let out a heavy sigh. "Hey, Yuu? What would you do if it turned out that General Teidoll actually was your father?"

That was a very disturbing suggestion. I didn't want to think about it, so I brushed it off. "Che. I'd probably kill someone. Why do you ask?"

Allen didn't respond, he just stared at the ceiling. So I pressed. I rolled over so that I was kneeling over him, and stared into his eyes. "And why would you be thinking about such a thing anyway? Shouldn't you still be freaked out over meeting your mother?"

The neko had broken the stare, but his silence was the answer I needed; it just took a moment for it to click. I sat back on my heels, startled by the conclusion I'd reached. "Wait. Are you saying that General Cross is your father?"

A weak nod confirmed my suspicions. Allen let out another heavy sigh. "Apparently. So not only has my mother spent the last fifteen years looking for me, but I was actually, partially, raised by my biological father. Everything I thought I knew about myself is wrong. It's just so-"

I leaned down and silenced him with a kiss. But my attempt to distract him was rewarded with yet another heavy sigh. "Come on, Moyashi, loosen up."

He just snorted and pulled himself out from under me. "My name's Allen, Bakanda."

"Che. No, it's not."

"Yes it is!"

I snorted. "I was there when your mother told her story, Moyashi. 'Allen' is not the name you were given when you were born." I paused my taunting as a thought occurred to me. "So wait, your real name is Robin Marian? Are you sure that your mother loved you? That seems like a horrible name to inflict on a child."

The comment earned me a punch to the shoulder. "Stop being such a bastard and help me. What am I supposed to do now?"

I sighed. "How should I know? I was born in a laboratory. This kind of thing isn't exactly something I have experience with."

I caught his wrist before he could hit me again and pulled him close. "But it seems to me like you don't need to do anything. So it turns out that your parents aren't what you thought they were, so what? It's not like that changes who you are; you're still the same annoying Moyashi. You're still going to be an exorcist with questionable loyalties towards the Fourteenth. You're still going to want to go out and save the souls of the akuma. Right?"

When he didn't answer, I leaned into his neck and kissed the spot on his jaw where his human ear used to be. I smirked at the way he squirmed under my touch. "You're still going to want to be with me, right?"

The elbow to my stomach was immediately followed by the Moyashi throwing his arms around me and kissing me. I could have laid there and kissed him forever, the Moyashi was that good with his tongue, but there was something else I wanted from the neko.

This time he played along with my advances, and our tongues danced as he let me strip him of his shirt and vest to reveal that perfect pale skin that I loved so much. His slim fingers made short work of the buttons on my jacket, and I shrugged the garment off without breaking our kiss.

Allen wasn't having that though, and shoved me away as he yanked my shirt over my head. The action wasn't as smooth as he intended it to be, and the black fabric got caught on my ponytail, leaving me awkwardly stuck in my shirt. The Moyashi giggled as I disentangled myself, untying my hair in the process, but the laughter turned into a shriek when I yanked his pants off without unbuttoning them as payback.

The Moyashi looked delicious blushing bright red like that, and the fact that he was laying on my bed, clad in only his boxers, just made the sight that much more perfect. I took a moment to memorize that image of the neko as I swiftly kicked off my boots, and then I hopped back on the bed and recaptured his coral lips. He moaned into the kiss, and I felt his fingers travel through my hair, down my back, and settle on my waistband. Feeling playful, I wriggled away from his touch, causing the neko to repeatedly fumble with my belt. It was amusing until he broke the kiss with a frustrated whine. "Come on, Yuu; just take your pants off already!"

Not wanting to push him too far in his stressed out state, I conceded, but I kept up the teasing, making a show of slowly unthreading my belt from my pants. The buckle hit the ground with a dull thud as I tossed it aside, and Allen took advantage of my momentary distraction to unbutton my pants and pull them off my hips. I raised an eyebrow at him. "What's with you, Moyashi? We had sex yesterday. You're usually only this impatient when it's been awhile."

The neko blushed and buried his face in the crook of his elbow. He let out a deep groan as he spoke. "Was that really just yesterday? It feels like forever ago."

I answered the rhetorical question by leaning over him and marking his collarbone with a hickey. He responded to the touch by letting out a sound that was a cross between a moan and a meow, which only made his blush deepen. It baffled me that that noise still embarrassed him. I loved every inch of that boy's body, and that included his cat features; I even knew that there were fifty three bones in his tail, while he probably didn't even know that it was thirty two inches long. But when given the choice, he had chosen to remain a neko, and that was all that mattered.

After shimmying the rest of the way out of my pants, I left off marking my Moyashi in favor of removing his last piece of clothing. His boxers were tossed unceremoniously into the corner, and mine received the same treatment. And now that we were both completely naked, it was time to get down to business.

As if it weren't already obvious that he had had a stressful day, Allen made no attempt to top me, and instead let me have my way with him. I certainly had no problems with that; as much as I loved his fighting spirit, I also loved being able to do whatever I wanted to him. Hearing Allen, who I had once thought hated me, beg for me to take him was one of the most intoxicating sounds ever. And tonight I was going to make him so blissed out that he forgot about everything but me and what I was doing to him.

My hands started on his ears, relaxing him to the point where he began to purr; that sound alone was the reason I was glad he had stayed a neko: I loved hearing it. Meanwhile I slowly kissed every one of the scars on the Moyashi's pale chest, knowing that they were some of his most sensitive spots. He wriggled his hips and whined for me to hurry up. I ignored him as best I could, but hearing him beg like that was quite a turn on, and it made it hard for me to focus.

Flipping the Moyashi over, I very deliberately let my hands roam down his back, taking my time as I sought out the base of his tail. He made the most delicious sounds as I licked and nipped along his spine, and when my fingers finally reached that hypersensitive spot where soft white fur merged with smooth skin, the moans and whines quickly turned into incoherent gurgles.

When the cries got to be too much and I absolutely could not ignore my own need any longer, I left off playing with his tail so that I could focus on stretching his opening. Though I wanted to prolong his pleasure, the sounds he was making were just too erotic, and I knew I wasn't going to last as long as I wanted to if they continued. Each saliva-slicked finger that I pushed inside his tight hole made him moan louder. I carefully avoided his prostate as I worked, knowing that it would make the Moyashi snap and say the words I wanted to hear him say. "F-Fuck! Yuuu! S-Stop teasing and take me already!"

I smirked; not only had he said what I wanted him to, but he swore and used my first name in the process. It was beautiful hearing him let loose like that.

Pulling my fingers out of him, I let the Moyashi roll onto his back and was greeted with a gorgeous sight. His lean chest was heaving with each breath and his scarred face was flushed deep red, but the best part was the sight of his straining erection. He was barely holding it together, but I hadn't pushed him over the edge yet.

Allen wrapped his legs around my neck, and I was momentarily distracted by a desire to find out just how flexible the neko was. But now wasn't the time for that, and I hastily positioned myself at his entrance and thrust into him.

The tight heat that surrounded my shaft felt wonderful, and it took all my self-control to not begin pounding into the Moyashi immediately. I paused once my length was fully sheathed inside the neko and impatiently waited for Allen to tell me he was ready for me to move. I didn't need the verbal consent; I could read my Moyashi's body language well enough to know when he was ready without hearing him say it, but the words were a confirmation that Allen wanted me to do this to him. "Ok, Yuu, I'm ready. Move."

I pulled out and quickly thrust back in, making the Moyashi make that meowing moan once more as I hit his prostate. The action was repeated, and it didn't take long at all to find our rhythm. Allen's fingers gripped the sheets tightly as he moved his hips to meet my thrusts. It intensified the friction between us, and I neared my end much sooner than I would have liked. I needed to make sure the Moyashi came before I did, but there was no need to worry. Before I could change positions so that could I reach Allen's erection, his moans changed. "Unnn! Yuuu! I'm gonna-!"

His walls tightened around me as he reached orgasm, the feeling pushing me over the edge. I released deep inside of him as his seed splashed against both of our torsos.

Like always, I was the first to recover, and I pulled myself out of Allen. I wanted to just lay on the bed and do nothing, but the drying semen on my torso was annoying. Forcing myself off the bed, I grabbed my shirt from the floor and used it to clean myself off. The Moyashi stirred with a groan. He wordlessly took the soiled shirt from me and wiped off his stomach.

I tossed the shirt in the hamper, and turned around to find Allen searching for his boxers. Two months ago, the action would have meant that he was getting ready to leave, but now that our relationship was stable, it was simply him not wanting to sleep naked. He jokingly claimed that wearing his boxers would stop me from molesting him in his sleep.

Slipping on my own boxers, I climbed under the blankets and the Moyashi soon joined me. He gave me a quick kiss before we lay back against the pillows. Allen immediately snuggled into my chest and began purring in contentment. The noise was so soothing that I barely had time to finish pulling the blankets over us before I began nodding off. The last thing I heard before I fell asleep with my Moyashi wrapped tightly in my arms was, "I love you, Yuu."

"I love you too, Allen."

~The End~

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A/N #2: So that's the end of "Of Cats and Witches". There is a sequel, which I plan to start posting in 4 weeks (on 2/9/17). I hope you'll all come back for it. ;) In the meantime, if you have any questions about the story (or comments, or things you want to see) let me know before then so that I can try to answer them in the sequel.