Author's Note:

This one-shot is a parody of some animes (hence the long but unnecessary title lol) so enjoy! Btw Craig wears glasses in this story B)

It was a warm summer night when Craig was coming home from work, holding his briefcase in one hand and pushing up his glasses with the other. He hated the uncomfortable feeling of the sweat-wicking to his forehead and hair. The heat was excruciatingly painful for him, especially since it made his glasses slide everywhere. Craig rounds the final corner of a sidewalk and starts to see lights from his apartment complex in the distance. The warm glow of the lighting bounced off the sidewalk pavement, street, and residential walls that surrounded the buildings here. It welcomed his eyes with a cozy greeting that said, 'Welcome home'.

A shadow slinks into his vision then, to which Craig flinches at. His heart beat in his chest quickened for a moment before identifying the figure as an animal. "Oh, fuck. It's just a cat."

The cat was ginger colored and had azure colored eyes in what Craig could distinguish in the low lamp light. It wandered against the walls, rubbing against the street light and trash cans before slinking its way over to where Craig was standing. "I don't have any food, kitty," He sighed before looking into its glassy eyes and suddenly gave in. "Fine, fine. I'll get you something, just wait here."

Craig walked past the cat and unlocked his place with a key he kept in his right hand pocket, hearing the cat meow before he closed the door. In reality, he wanted to rip off his suit, take a shower, and drink a glass of milk to end his day but- he had an unexpected visitor. I'll take a shower first and then feed the kitty something after. He thought to himself, then shook his head back and forth. Hah, what am I talking about? The cat's gonna be gone after I shower anyway.

He decided to strip himself bare and take a hot shower. When he returned to the front door, what he didn't expect to see was the same cat sitting there patiently awaiting his return.

"Meow…" The cat mewled out to Craig, blinking in the warm porch light. Even though the sun had set, it still felt hot and sticky outside.

"Wow, you actually waited for me," Craig was wiping the ends of his damp hair with a towel he draped around his neck. He eyed the porch light and murmured something under his breath, seeing the moths and mosquitoes starting to gather around comfortably. "Ugh, alright. Come in before the bugs do," To his surprise, the ginger colored cat came in almost too obediently which made Craig smile weirdly. "What the hell, you can understand me."

The cat happily walked in long strides, Craig closing the door behind them both. He locked it then and turned around to see the cat flop over onto its side and gaze up at him longingly. "You're really just inviting yourself in like you own the place, huh."

"Meow…!" The cat responded, making Craig chuckle under his breath. It almost felt like the cat understood everything he was saying. At first, he thought it was because he was overly tired from work and was just imagining things, but this cat was actually doing as it was told. Almost like a dog.

Craig squatted down and petted the top side of the cat's head, the animal leaning into the gesture by moving along with his hand. Craig had kept animals when he was a kid, but they were way smaller than him. Hamsters. The size of his hand. Now, he had no pets in the house because he felt they required upkeep besides going to work. He decided it was easier if he only had himself to feed, bathe, and sleep. But over time, he realized that it had only been just him in this apartment for quite a while now. In the past, he had dated but those relationships didn't seem to work out too well because of Craig's work schedule. His workplace would push him to do overtime hours- but at least they paid him to do so. Craig scratched the side of the cat's cheek, smiling to himself again from the furry texture. Maybe having a pet again wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Wait there, I'll make you something," He then got up and decided to get a can of tuna out from one of the shelves in the kitchen. His can opener created an opening slit with ease and soon, he was cradling a bowl of tuna for the random cat that had suddenly appeared in his house. "Here."

Craig bent down and placed the bowl next to the door, as to which the cat rushed over to and started to inhale. It was almost like this cat hadn't eaten in days, and was eating the food like it was breathing in oxygen. He sat down next to the ginger cat, placing his back to the wall and smiling. This was a much different pace than just watching YouTube videos for dinner. Now, his entertainment was right in front of him.

After the cat finished, he picked up the bowl and cleaned it. Like the cat was saying thank you, the ginger cat came up to Craig's legs and rubbed themself against him while he washed the dishes. Craig felt a little bit guilty at that moment. Even though he wanted the cat to stay, he knew that his circumstances said otherwise. He would have to get pet insurance and let his landlord know that he was going to keep an animal, which would be a bit of a headache to deal with. Craig knew that the cat had to stay outside, for now.

He sighed and walked to the door, unlocking it for the cat. "Sorry buddy, you got dinner here but you can't stay," The cat hesitantly followed after Craig, looking up at him with blue eyes so deep they pulled him in. Craig's heart lurched forward then. His weak spot was cute and furry animals, but he had to resist. He motioned his head to the door, scooting the cat forward with his socks. "Go on, now."

There was a bit of hesitancy in the cat's footsteps, but soon the cat looked forward and ran out- not looking back. Craig closed the door to eat his late dinner and got ready for bed that night.

The next day, Craig decided to take a shortcut through the park while on his way home. Usually after work, he would take the subway until he got to his stop. From his stop, he would walk through various neighborhoods to get to his apartment complex. Near his complex was a little park he would stop and rest his feet at. It was a little odd for an older man in a business suit to be on a swing set, but since it was night time there was no one else there but him. He sat there for a moment to rest his feet, looking up at the night sky with stars that stared back at him.

Craig felt comfort in being alone. He didn't need to have friends or family constantly checking up on him. Right now, as he swung on the swing by himself, he took solace in that comforting feeling. The chains clinked against each other and creaked as his body weight shifted to make himself comfortable on the swing. Yeah…this is what my life adds up to.

A crunch sound brought Craig back to his senses, and he looked around to see that he wasn't, all by himself after all. It was the ginger cat he had seen the other night when walking home.

"Hey, it's you, again," Craig says, the ginger cat curling its tail into a thumbs up gesture. He had read somewhere that if a cat did that, it meant that it was satisfied or happy. Although, he wasn't sure how much truth there was to that. Craig blushed slightly to himself, feeling a little bit warm that he was, in fact, talking to a cat. If someone saw, they would probably think him to be a crazy cat 'dude'. "Ugh, did you follow me out here?"

The ginger cat strode happily up to Craig and rubbed itself against his legs as he sat on the swing. Like it was saying yes, the cat wove itself between his legs in the shape of an 8.

Craig sighed to himself, briefly letting a smile across his face. "You just want me because of food, don't you?" He then stood up and brushed himself free of dust, clutching his briefcase in his hand once more. "Alright, let's go."

Walking home felt faster for some reason this time, with the company of this odd ginger cat that liked to follow Craig around. He would briefly glance over to his side to see the cat walking in the same strides, looking straight ahead. Once they got to Craig's apartment, Craig decided to go straight for the can of tuna so the cat wouldn't wait too long for him. The shower and his dinner could wait. Just like the previous day, the ginger cat inhaled the food and looked up at Craig with faint adoration. The cat would rub itself against Craig's legs once more before making itself comfortable and laying on the floor.

Craig started to clean up after the cat, washing up the dishes before sitting with it once more. "Y'know, you're eating my food and staying in my living room…haha, I might as well charge you rent," In response to that, the ginger cat made a little huff noise. Again, Craig might have been misunderstanding but he felt like the cat could understand him. He brushed the thought away quickly. He really must be some crazy cat 'dude'. "…But, you can't stay here. My landlord is allergic to animals."

The ginger cat slowly blinked its eyes before closing them entirely, disregarding the words that Craig was saying. "Hey, I told you you can't stay here," Craig repeated, then looked over the cat once more. He scooped the cat up in his hands, lightly kicking the door open as he did so. He felt bad trying to kick the cat out of his apartment, but his landlord would be upset if they suddenly walked in and found an animal there. "I'm sorry. Out you go."

He placed the cat down on its fours, its tail curving slightly downward now. Craig felt a pang of guilt in his chest then, but shortly closed the door after. He couldn't feel bad now. Craig didn't like to get too attached to things. Everything, to him, had to be an arms' length away. He couldn't let things get too close, or he would risk himself getting hurt.

That was how he wanted his life to add up to.

Craig shook his head to clear his thoughts and got ready for bed that night, trying not to think of the ginger cat anymore.

A couple days had passed since Craig had seen the ginger kitty and he felt a bit at unease. What he really wanted was to see the cat every day when he came home, but every time he rounded the last corner to his apartment he would be met with the sight of empty pavement. He knew that feeding the cat would probably bring it back, but was off put at the fact that the cat hadn't come by in quite a while. Craig started to get worried that the cat somehow got run over by a car, or if someone's kid abused the cat as their play toy. He got so worried that he almost wanted to print out missing cat posters so he could see the cat again.

Craig pushed up his glasses as he walked home alone, once again. His briefcase slightly swinging on hand, he opened up his door and locked it behind him. Craig kicked off his shoes at the entryway and loosened his tie, reenacting his daily nighttime routine. Take a shower, make and eat dinner while watching YouTube, brush his teeth, and go to bed. That was how his routine always worked, and he never seemed to stray from it.

However, he missed that ginger cat.

He wondered if that ginger cat had thoughts and if it remembered him.

He wanted that ginger cat to walk by his place again.

Craig went to his bedroom on the second floor of his apartment and decided to smoke out on his balcony. If he smoked in his room, it would smell and he hated the leftover scent of smoke sticking to his prized possessions. He opened the sliding door and slid it closed, then took a pack of cigs and his lighter out of his pocket. It had been a while since he last smoked on his balcony, but he was getting the itching feeling of using one right now. He laid the cig against his lips and flicked open his lighter, to light the end. Once an ember started to appear, he closed it and inhaled deeply, his eyes closing to feel the tingling warmth collect in his throat and lungs. When he pushed his breath out, his eyes quickly flicked open to the sound of voices.

He turned his head towards the noises, to see that his neighbor's window was open. The lights were dimly lit from what he could see, but he could hear explicit sounds. His neighbors were getting it on, quite loudly.

Craig clicked his tongue against his cheek in irritation, feeling his (almost) midnight smoke being interrupted by such thoughts. He didn't really care if he was alone and didn't have a significant other/lover to share things with, but if he heard other couples enjoying their time a little bit too loudly, it always left a bad aftertaste in his mouth. He finished up the rest of his smoke before smearing it into a cat-shaped ashtray he left on his balcony table, heading back into his apartment for the night. Craig slid the curtains closed and got ready for bed, closing his eyes to sleep.

For a couple moments, in his stillness he could have sworn that he had seen a cat-shaped figure by his window. But he excused the vision due his exhaustion, and let the weight of his half-lidded eyes close to become whole.

Craig had a headache the next morning. His neighbors had insisted on using the length of their night for explicit acts, which he could vaguely hear through the walls. It irritated him, but he wasn't sure what to do besides knock on their door and tell them to tone it down. If he wasn't going to get a good night's rest for work, he was going to be cranky until the next time he slept. That was just how his body worked. No amount of sugar or caffeine could lift him up from how he felt.

He put on his business suit and got to work, thinking of a response- of something he could say to his neighbor. Craig slipped a piece of bread into his toaster and mulled about it, a visible frown on his face. All of the phrases he could come up with made him sound like an asshole. I don't really have a reputation to uphold, so it's whatever, Craig concluded and put his loafers on to head out the door. He turned to the left to knock on the neighbor's door a couple of times. No response.

Then, he knocked a couple more times. And then he knocked a couple more before checking his watch. At this rate, he was going to miss his train to work. Craig sighed heavily, excusing himself. He had a train to catch. This would have to wait.

Just like Craig had expected, he was cranky all throughout the day and his coworkers were even asking him what had happened. Or, some of his coworkers avoided him altogether because of the black aura that had slowly formed around him. It seemed they didn't want to get in his way if his metaphorical lid actually flew off. Craig took the train home silently, his eyebags prominent under his eyes. His neighbors wouldn't be at it again, could they?

But oh dear, was Craig oh, so wrong.

For the next couple of days, his neighbor(s?) were having the time of their life. It was mostly the neighbor that lived right next to him, but it seemed like his whole neighborhood was in heat. Craig groaned as he got another sleepless night, wondering if he should invest in some quality headphones or earbuds. He hadn't gotten any since he graduated from university, as he liked the sounds of nature and the hustle bustle of the city. It made him feel like he was living in reality and not in the inside of his head. Outside sounds always made him feel like he was an actual piece, a part, of the world around him. But now, somehow his whole neighborhood is taking part in some erotic fantasy that only awakens at night.

Craig sighed as he blasted his YouTube video during dinner, hoping not to hear another one of his neighbors. He listened for a moment, to hear stillness. And silence. Huh? It's actually quiet for once? He got goosebumps as he played another video out loud again, munching on his dinner silently. Maybe he didn't need to get headphones or earbuds after all. Craig smiled to himself, cleaning up his dishes and starting his nightly routine. Before he brushed his teeth, he figured that a quick smoke out on his balcony wouldn't hurt.

He slid the curtains and door over to its side and closed it so bugs wouldn't invade his peaceful little room, taking out a cig and his lighter. Craig flicked the lighter open and lit the end of his cigarette, inhaling and exhaling the smoke. His neighborhood was quiet. Eerily quiet. The only thing he could hear was the faint plucking of guitar strings from his neighbor. He always knew that they could play guitar and was into some kind of music, but he had never seen their face- much less met them.

As if on cue, he sees his neighbor also come out onto their balcony and was able to distinguish their face from afar. His neighbor had messy, medium length raven hair and dark blue eyes that glistened against the night sky. They were wearing an oversized shirt that fell down against their knees and baggy jeans that had seen better days. His neighbor had a guitar and strap buckled against their body, swinging loosely from side to side. Apparently, they had the same idea as Craig to come out for a late night smoke. Craig quickly turned away, remembering the night that he heard the noises from this specific neighbor's apartment. It wasn't any of his business, but he also wished that he kept his business private and wasn't sharing it with the rest of the neighborhood. Hell, he and his lover were probably voyeuristic and were into the idea of the neighborhood hearing them. But then, that would probably be the same for the rest of the neighbors that had also caught 'the heat'.

Craig sighed and tried to quickly finish up his smoke, until he saw a cat-like shadow slinking against one of his neighbor's fences. His eyes quickly widened, with a little bit of hope tucked into the deepest reaches of his brain. Is that the ginger cat? He hadn't seen the ginger cat in forever, not since his neighborhood somehow started to become Rating-MA. Craig tried to get a good look at the color of the cat's coat, but whatever it was, it was moving too fast. He sighed as he lost sight of it, then took his cigarette and put it out in his ashtray. Well, at least it's quiet tonight.

Craig started to go in, brushing his teeth free from the taste of cigarette in his mouth. But then, he hears a thud from his bedroom and realizes that he forgot to close his balcony door. What the fuck?

He heads out of his bathroom and to his bedroom to investigate the sudden noise, but finds that nothing is there. His curtains were swaying lightly in the wind, and his balcony was clear from any visitors. Craig closed the balcony door and kept brushing his teeth with the other hand. Another thud resounds this time, from behind him. His bedroom door is now closed, and someone is standing in front of it.

"What the fuck!?" Craig yelps out, but his voice comes out muffled due to the toothbrush and foam in his mouth. The figure is tall and looming over him, slinking over in long strides, face to face with Craig. Craig could feel his blood freeze over as this unknown figure towered over him, a dark shadow in his bedroom. They didn't say anything, but Craig felt like he was being observed, quietly. Suddenly, they walk over to his desk to look at his name tag ID that he had taken off earlier.

"Mrr…so your name's Craig Tucker." The figure says quietly, silently taking in the picture on his nametag. Craig removes the toothbrush from his mouth, shaking in his clothes as he sized up the person before him.

"Who the hell are you, and what are you doing in my room?!" Craig hisses, holding the toothbrush in his hand like it was a shiv. The other figure only chuckles, then comes up to Craig again, so close that their noses were almost touching. Craig feels a chill go up his spine then, being slowly backed into a wall. He was now cornered against the wall, his arm lowered at his side, still holding the toothbrush on hand. The other figure only chuckles, their breath warm on Craig's cheek. The scent of something familiar wafted into Craig's nostrils, but he couldn't quite place it. The only thing he felt next was something warm and wet against his cheek. Their tongue?

Craig pushed away the figure, clutching his toothbrush tightly in his hand now. His face felt warm and his stomach felt weird and tingly at the touch. "D-don't come near me…! I'll…I'll—"

"You'll stab me with a toothbrush?" The other figure laughed now, and as they backed away into the moonlight that filtered into Craig's room, he could see that the other figure was a man with dirty blonde hair. He had a sharp jawline when his face smiled, and his hair was tousled and messy, like he had gotten into a fight prior. At the top of the other figure's head, were two triangular objects that twitched. They looked like cat ears. Craig remembered then, that the familiar scent he smelled from the other's breath was tuna- and he pieced it altogether.

"Y-you're the cat that followed me…" He mumbled in disbelief, slumping against the floor now. He put his toothbrush off to the side, putting his hands against his face in embarrassment. "Oh god, I must be dreaming, what the fuck."

"That's a little mean. You haven't seen me for how long, and this is what I get?" The other figure chuckled before continuing. "I would ask for a bowl of tuna, but I already got one."

Craig was convinced he was having a weird ass dream and that this would all go away when he woke up. He shook himself and decided to pinch himself, hard, near his forearm. "…Ow! Oh fuck, I'm not dreaming."

The blonde man in his room then got down on his hands and knees, making his way over to where Craig sat. "Of course you're not dreaming, idiot," A jingle could be heard from the man's neck as he swayed, and Craig could see the imprint on what could only be a collar around the other's neck. He read the letters as K - E - N - N - Y. "Now, I'm here, because there's something I want from you."

Craig looked into the blonde's eyes to see that they were a stunning, deep blue. In the moonlight, they sparkled like stars. Whatever toothpaste foam he still had in his mouth, he swallowed it at the sight. His heart lurched forward as he realized that they were now again face to face, so close that they could share in a kiss. Craig's stomach felt warm and tingly again as he became entranced by the other's eyes. "Is it…a can of tuna?"

Kenny's ears twitched at the mention of food, and his lips curved up slightly into a sly smile. He came close to Craig's ear, his hot breath coating the other's skin, "No..something even betterrrr~"

The last letters that came out of Kenny's mouth rolled off his tongue like he was purring, and it was the last thing he said before their lips clashed together.

Author's Note

I just wanted to get this out as fast as possible but was struggling with expositions and transition esp with how monotone I wrote Craig as a character rip

But yea! Hope you guys enjoyed

If this gets 5 reviews I'll write the smexy time LOOOOOOL