Hello~ Next Chapters here! Thank you for all the lovely review, they make me really happy and motivated to write. XD

Quick Q&A

Anon-

I'm not sure if you mean you don't know why Izaya is a kitten or why he is being referred to as an 'it' at times. The kitten thing will be explained later, for now Izaya is confused as well and is just taking it in strides. As for being referred to as an it, that's just Shizuo's point of view as he has yet to check his kittens gender… though being an 'it' may be something Izaya has to worry about down the road.

Chapter 5

The start of Izaya's day hadn't been all that much better than it was right now, but by far more preferable. At first he had awoken relevantly warm, snuggled in big fluffy blankets.

When his eyes flickered open that morning the first thing he noted was everything around him looked huge, glancing down at the blankets he realised the fluff he was feeling was not the blankets or the ends of his trademark fur trim jacket as he had initially thought, he himself was actually the fluffy one not the material carefully warped around him.

Climbing out of the mess of warm fabric he had continued to look himself over, down on all fours, fluffy tail, pointed ears a top his head he could swivel around at will and little soft paws covered in black fur with a set of retractable claws on each. It didn't take someone of Izaya's intellect to figure out what he was, but it did raise the question of how and even the brilliant informant hadn't the slightest clue, the first and only thing that came to mind was reincarnation, but even that didn't seem to fit as his first memories of his life as a fuzz ball seemed to place him in a box.

Any normal person would be freaking out by that point, but Izaya wasn't normal by any stretch of the word, hell maybe he used to be relevantly normal body wise but right now he was cat, a rather small one at that and he'd be damned if he wasn't going to use this to his advantage.

Pushing the distressing thoughts to the back of his mind the little raven had hopped off the coach. From what he vaguely remembers of last night someone had picked him up and whoever that was must have brought him home with them.

The house was rather simple and judging by the soft light shining in through the windows; it was still fairly early in the morning. 'Time to find the bed room and find whichever one of my lovely humans I'll be staying with.' Was his first though after analysing his situation.

It hadn't taken him long to find the bedroom and as he suspected the owner of the small house was still in bed, upon climbing his was up the bed sheets Izaya was more than a little surprised and after what had happen last time he had seen the brute, none too happy to be seeing said mans peacefully sleeping face.

Thus breaking in his claws on Shizu-chans face was the first piece of satisfying revenge the informant had gotten today.

Now after having exacted his revenge in the form of a few more harmless pranks after the blond had left for work, he has ultimately landed himself in a very unfortunate place, a place Shizu-chan would probably pay to see him even with his limited income and he would get just that if only he knew that the little kitten he had picked up the night before was indeed the very same man he had in that same day, crushed the life out of under city property.

Nine hours, Izaya had spent roughly nine hours 'in' the toilet; needless to say he was soaked and stank of his own waste. As Shizu-chan should be getting back any minute, he put his focus on listening intently for any indication of the blond's arrival.

It wasn't long till he thought he heard closing of a door, hopefully the front door, proven right when he hears a baritone voice calling for him and soon after a growl of frustration. 'Shizu-chan must have entered the kitchen, well that's disappointing half the fun is seeing him get mad.'

The little raven shifts his weight making the water slosh around him and a repulsive scent fills his sensitive nose, once more reminding him what he was sitting in rather than his denied satisfaction of seeing the result of his mischief. Izaya lifted a paw and tucked his snout into his shoulder fur. 'Gross I can't even just breathe through my mouth that just makes it worse, why do cats have to have such a strong sense of smell, this is torture.'

Izaya waited patiently, he couldn't bring himself to call out for the blond to come save him, the thought of Shizuo seeing what had happened made his stomach churn, it's not like he could avoid that scenario all together, only put it off, but still he sat there in the disgusting water. 'Hurry up Shizu-chan.'

Shizuo had been searching for Izaya for nearly an hour, from the sound of things Izaya could only guess he has by now searched ever possible place a kitten his size would fit. He had passed the bathroom several times, probably taking a quick glance in the tub and the litter box and since there was no real place to hid he would move on.

When the blond finally lifted the toilet set he started chuckling, all annoyance from the mess the kitten had made and not being able to find him instantly evaporated, making way for amusement at the sorry state of his pet.

Reaching down Shizuo picked the tiny kitten up by the scruff and held him up to his face.

"Smells like shit." Muttered the blond, making sure to now hold the kitten at arms length. "Ok sorry but you are so getting a bath, how the hell did you even manage this."

Izaya flattened his ears and let out a string of disgruntled grumbling sounds. 'For once Shizu-chan that statement is actually true, if we are going to get specific here I also smell like piss, now I suggest you drop it and we never speak of this again… '

Of course Izaya was aware the other had no idea what he was saying, but the simple action of speaking to distract others away from a situation that made him uncomfortable was still a habit and made him feel slightly better about this.

The sullen little cat let out a small broken mew, sounding about as miserable as he felt. 'Just bath me already you stupid protozoan.' At least getting a bath won't make his fur feel anymore heavy and gross then it already felt.

~…~

Shizuo places the soaked kitten into the tub, Small amber eyes watch as he filled the other side of the tub with a little warm water. The blond slides the still and rather well behaved kitten into the shallow water no more than an inch deep and near the flow of water. After soaping up the soft fluff, the larger man then pulled the plug and washed the soap free from the now clean black fur as the dirty water washed away.

The blond pulled a towel free from the cabinet. Scooping the small raven kitten and swaddled him in the towel, he sat on the set of the toilet as he gently drying his fur.

As soon as the little animal got the chance it twisted is small body and launched from his grasp taking off out of the bathroom and down the hall towards the living room, still rather damp. "Che, ungrateful…" the blond clenched his jaw, getting to his feet and fallowed after the tiny creature.

Shizuo strode into the room and glanced around. 'Now where did it go?' not seeing the amber eyed kitten he walked over to his kitchen, a deep frown ingraining itself upon his features seeing the mess a second time.

Deciding it would be best to clean up latter when his mood was better, fearing he would only make things worse, he turned to go back only to have a small bundle of fluff and claws bounce onto and catapult off his shoulder landing neatly on the coach in front of him. Four long cuts oozing blood from his shoulder though his white shirt. "Che, hey you stupid flea you ruined my shirt!"

Once realising what he had said and looking down at a pair of innocent amber eyes flecked with red gazing up into his own of honey pair, his temper went fade away, it was odd but this tiny little creature need only look at him and his anger was disarmed. It was a good thing those he feared to hurt most were children and animals, neither knew better and both were so delicate, its why he never got a pet, he was afraid he'd kill it if he got mad but that apparently wasn't the case.

He walked calmly over the coach and lifted the little fur ball off the cushion and on to his lap "Heh, get rid of one flea and pick up another, what am I a pest magnet." Shizuo mumbled to himself.

Glancing down at the confused kitten Shizuo let out a small sigh and lifted the little creature up eye level, only now did grinned maliciously "I warned you ya know, but man your persistent and even the way you bounce around and take off after leaving a few cuts is similar to that guy. Yer lucky Flea, most don't get forgiven for ruining a gift from my little brother." He game the kitten a small pat on the head.

Starring at his little pet brought Shizuo's mind back to the happenings of the day before, he still couldn't bring himself to call Shinra about the flea… not his kitten, but the little louse that had attached and infest him all those years ago. He didn't want to hear the disappointment in his friend's voice, or hear about how much damage he inflicted on izaya's body and above all he did not want the confirmation that he had indeed killed the smaller male.

Bye bye~ More kitten fun next chapter, my own cat is great inspiration for a naughty little troll cat like Izaya.

Kir~