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“Where was he?” he asked instead.
“At the beach.” Jack plucked Hiroshi from his shoulder and put him on the sofa. “I’m getting something to eat. Do you need anything?”
“I’m fine.”
The look Jack gave him as he went to the kitchen clearly said ‘no, you’re not,’ but Yusei ignored it and sat down next to Hiroshi - or tried to, anyway, because when Hiroshi saw him coming he hissed again and stretched out, taking up as much place as he could and leaving Yusei no room to sit.
“I didn’t want this, you know,” Yusei said. He felt vaguely silly for talking to a cat, but Bruno had done it all the time and he’d always said that Hiroshi could understand them.
So of course Hiroshi would understand that Yusei had killed his owner.
“I didn’t want this,” he repeated. Hiroshi fixed him with an accusing stare, large eyes looking up at him unblinkingly. Their color had changed, Yusei noted absently. No longer the bright blue they’d been when Hiroshi was younger, but a mix of green, yellow, and, fittingly, gray. Yusei reached out to move the cat, but all it earned him was another hiss and three long, parallel marks on his hand. He watched as blood welled up in tiny scarlet drops. Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt.
“I’m sorry,” Yusei tried one last time, but Hiroshi just closed his eyes and dropped his head on his paws. How long could a cat hold a grudge? Probably not as long as Yusei could blame himself.
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