Kat was still laughing uncontrollably, knowing nothing of what he had just done.

"You." said Coop, he was trying his best to control his emotions and his shaky voice, but he was failing to do so.

Kat's laughing has stopped, as he opened his eyes he saw Coop's latest state but… something was eerie. He looked… frightening, it wasn't the same old angry Coop that he knew of. Also he realized that the claw that he stroke was a bit too… forcefull. The cut looked a bit deep and it was bleeding a lot. As he looked at his left paw, he was bewildered. It was red… so red…

"You know, I am familiar with this little game of ours. We try to fuck with each other's business, sabotage it, pull rough pranks and all… but now that i realized you… you don't have any limits do you? As long as it hurts me, everything is doable isn't it? What… just what have i done to make you go this further… don't you… HAVE NO FUCKING SHAME? DON'T YOU HAVE ANY RESPECT!?" He roared. Even he wasn't expecting to be this loud.

Kat startled. This was different, it wasn't supposed to go like this.

"Mreow…?"

"SHUT UP! Just… ah… just tell me, what did I do to make you stoop that low… why… on earth… WHY WOULD YOU USE MY BELOVED MOTHER'S PHOTOS AND DISRESPECT HER!? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" He screamed. His throat was beginning to hurt, his eyes were tearing up. He was beginning to shake, he was losing his composure.

Kat just froze. What was this kid saying? Her… mother? He was afraid of her own… mother? And Kat was altering the pictures of his mother all this time? Of course from the start he knew of an absent mother in this family but he never thought about this topic… He was beginning to realize he might've done something catastrophic this time.

"You… shameless… fucking freak. Do you know where did I go this morning? With my dad? Somewhere i was so afraid to go all my life… TO MY MOTHER'S GRAVE. DO YOU EVEN HAVE THE SLIGHTEST IDEA WHAT DID IT TOOK FROM ME? THE STRUGGLE I HAD? DO YOU EVEN HAVE ANY BUT ANY FUCKING IDEA HOW HARD IT WAS FOR ME TO ACCEPT HER DEATH? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA ABOUT MY PAIN!?" He punched the floor with all his might, making a loud noise.

"And just like that… it is that easy for you to disrespect my values… I… I thought you changed for a bit. I thought that you were now more of an understanding creature… I thought you knew the importance of family… especially after the last christmas we spent. Ah how foolish of me, how naive of me…" He was beginning to cry softly… "Oh god…"

Kat was dumbfounded. He had done something so horrible without noticing, not thinking of it deeply. He was so filled with vengeance that he couldn't even think of hitting sore spots. It was bad… really bad. Normally, the boy's words wouldn't reach him that easily but the things he was saying was just… hurtful. He was beggining to feel an incredible amount of guilt, remorse and sadness. His ears were getting lower, and eyes were shrinking. He tried to make a sound but it was futile. "Meo-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" He was filled with rage and sadness. "And lately *sniff* i was thinking… maybe in the future we could be… i don't know maybe less enemies with time passing but, how foolish of me. You are non-negotiable. You would never ever change. You are just the same, feral, horrendous, unremorseful alien freak. I… I HATE YOU!" As he said that, he got up from the ground and charged at Kat with an unexpected speed. He pinned him to the ground. As he was on top of him, he did something that he wouldn't do and even dare to do: He began punching Kat.

He was in an uncontrollable rage, furious. He was striking one after another, spesifically aiming for Kat's face.

Kat was trying to dodge those punches but he was failing mostly. He was also bewildered by the boy's fury and bloodlust. Because of his alien body he had a high endurance so punches weren't lethal for him, but they definetly were hurting and dazing him. He was trying to fight back but… he just couldn't. Not because he was weak, but after hearing those words and realizing the horror of what he has done, Kat felt paralyzed. He wouldn't think it was possible to emphatize with this boy's emotions this much. Kat was feeling… incredibly sad, regretful, hurt. He wanted to say something, but it was impossible at this moment.

"COME ON! WHAT'S THE MATTER!? DON'T YOU WANT TO HURT ME MORE? I AM GIVING YOU A CHANCE! STRIKE ME BACK! DO WHAT YOU CAN. BLEED ME MORE! TORTURE ME MORE, HURT ME MORE. ISN'T THAT ALL YOU WANT!? FUCKING DO IT!" He was a disaster. A disaster fueled by rage and sadness. His punches were semi-effective. Kat's face was getting bruised. His eyes were closed and ears were lowered. He wasn't fighting back at all.

"COME ON! COME ON! COME ON! WHY? WHY!?" The punches began to slow down.

"WHY?" Slower now.

"Why…" No more punches. His fists were also getting bruised, and they were hurting from hitting something solid so much. Blood was also still dripping from his right cheek. He lifted his fist mid-air one more time, then looked at Kat's face finally.

"Why… don't you care? Why are you so cruel… why don't you care about values… why… why don't you care about me?" Kat's face was bruised all around. He was breathing hardly, his eyes were closed but after the hitting stopped they opened and looked at directly into Coop's eyes. Coop was surprised. They weren't looking with any rage, hatred, vengeance. No… they were looking with… remorse. So sadly, with lot's of pain. It wasn't a familiar look it was… unusual.

Coop's tears were dropping one after another. He couldn't speak, he was sobbing now. His rage was now gone… only and only sadness was left to feel.

"God… what… what have i done…" He looked at his hands as if they didn't belong to him. Filled with blood, bruised up. He looked down one more time to his nemesis: He was a mess. What has he done? He was never a fan of violence, he hated it but right now he was just a mess. He may have hated Kat now but what he has done was also… straight out of line. His voice was shaking.

"I… Oh god I'm… sorry…I…" He was about to cry more, he could feel it. Kat looked back at him with tired and beaten eyes. They weren't mad, just… so sad.

"Meow…" Kat said, his voice was faint, tired.

He got up from of him immediately, he was utterly shocked of what he had done. He was feeling sick, sick of Kat, sick of himself. Sick of everything.

He ran into the bathroom, slammed the door and locked it. Kat got up slightly, it was hurting him to move. He looked at the bathroom door for a while. After some time, the shower's voice was heard. Except the sound of the water raining down, something was also hearable: light sobbing noises.