[Fic] Sepia
Characters: Ryota, Hiroomi
Rating: G
A/N: A side story to my Azure verse, something that I couldn't fit into the main plot. Not that there's much of one at the moment. OTL
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Ryota was hungry.
The fisherman by the docks had stepped up his watchfulness, giving him suspicious looks whenever he was spotted ambling past.
This wouldn’t do.
His nose twitched when a stray breeze wafted a familiar scent towards him. Following the smell, he found himself approaching a human, who was carrying a plastic bag in one hand and munching on a chicken sandwich held in the other. The man paused upon seeing the mackerel tabby, before smiling and bending down. Ryota wasted no time in closing the distance.
“Hello you. Where did you come from?” A hand rubbed at Ryota’s ears gently.
Mmm, yes. That spot.
“You’re awfully thin, aren’t you?”
No, I'm not. I just have long legs. Now give me the chicken...
Ryota purred, winding around the human’s legs, brushing against them whenever he could. Something odd stirred at the back of his mind, but he shrugged it off in favour of the upended tin of cat food that the human had placed in front of him.
“You’re lucky I have this with me-”
A hiss was heard a split second before a blur of white shot towards him, tackling him away from the food.
“Omi-chan! No! Bad kitty!” The human sounded like he wanted to pull the larger cat away from him, but Omi was all teeth and claws and tinkling bell, making him have second thoughts about his course of action.
Not that Ryota did not fight back, of course. That was food they were talking about, after all.
But Omi clearly had the size advantage, and might have been honing his fighting skills at the expense of smaller animals that could be found in his house compound. Ryota knew that this fight would lead nowhere, breaking away from the tussle to dash into a nearby bush.
Licking his wounds, Ryota saw the human scoop the Norwegian forest cat up into his arms, chiding him softly. Omi wriggled out of the human’s hold, wasting no time in devouring what was left of the canned food.
“You’re not having dinner tonight then.” The dark-skinned man let out an exasperated huff as he watched his cat inhale the food.
Having finished, Omi looked up at the human, blinking languidly before trotting off in the direction that he came from.
Ryota saw the man shake his head in disbelief before following the white cat, all the while muttering under his breath.
Seeing no other forms of competition, the mackerel tabby padded over to where the food used to be, licking balefully at the pavement.
If nothing, the lingering taste of food made him even hungrier.
To heck with this.
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The sunset that evening was particularly beautiful, the darkening sky stained with orange hues, the water in the bay reflecting the remnants of the sun’s rays.
A frustrated yell split the air, disrupting the serenity of the docks.
For a certain mackerel tabby was spotted running back to town, a whole fish clutched firmly in its mouth, with one of the fishermen hot on the heels of the offending stray.
Rating: G
A/N: A side story to my Azure verse, something that I couldn't fit into the main plot. Not that there's much of one at the moment. OTL
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Ryota was hungry.
The fisherman by the docks had stepped up his watchfulness, giving him suspicious looks whenever he was spotted ambling past.
This wouldn’t do.
His nose twitched when a stray breeze wafted a familiar scent towards him. Following the smell, he found himself approaching a human, who was carrying a plastic bag in one hand and munching on a chicken sandwich held in the other. The man paused upon seeing the mackerel tabby, before smiling and bending down. Ryota wasted no time in closing the distance.
“Hello you. Where did you come from?” A hand rubbed at Ryota’s ears gently.
Mmm, yes. That spot.
“You’re awfully thin, aren’t you?”
No, I'm not. I just have long legs. Now give me the chicken...
Ryota purred, winding around the human’s legs, brushing against them whenever he could. Something odd stirred at the back of his mind, but he shrugged it off in favour of the upended tin of cat food that the human had placed in front of him.
“You’re lucky I have this with me-”
A hiss was heard a split second before a blur of white shot towards him, tackling him away from the food.
“Omi-chan! No! Bad kitty!” The human sounded like he wanted to pull the larger cat away from him, but Omi was all teeth and claws and tinkling bell, making him have second thoughts about his course of action.
Not that Ryota did not fight back, of course. That was food they were talking about, after all.
But Omi clearly had the size advantage, and might have been honing his fighting skills at the expense of smaller animals that could be found in his house compound. Ryota knew that this fight would lead nowhere, breaking away from the tussle to dash into a nearby bush.
Licking his wounds, Ryota saw the human scoop the Norwegian forest cat up into his arms, chiding him softly. Omi wriggled out of the human’s hold, wasting no time in devouring what was left of the canned food.
“You’re not having dinner tonight then.” The dark-skinned man let out an exasperated huff as he watched his cat inhale the food.
Having finished, Omi looked up at the human, blinking languidly before trotting off in the direction that he came from.
Ryota saw the man shake his head in disbelief before following the white cat, all the while muttering under his breath.
Seeing no other forms of competition, the mackerel tabby padded over to where the food used to be, licking balefully at the pavement.
If nothing, the lingering taste of food made him even hungrier.
To heck with this.
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The sunset that evening was particularly beautiful, the darkening sky stained with orange hues, the water in the bay reflecting the remnants of the sun’s rays.
A frustrated yell split the air, disrupting the serenity of the docks.
For a certain mackerel tabby was spotted running back to town, a whole fish clutched firmly in its mouth, with one of the fishermen hot on the heels of the offending stray.