Nya!!! Chapter 5 and a cute meme from Amakarie!!!!
My journal is called Motto Aishite because I have lots of love to give and want some in kind.
My subtitle is A Cat's musings because this is a space designated for the ramblings of my heart and I'm a cat, why else!
My friends page is called The Cat's Interracial, dogs are allowed because I accept other people into my world, they dont have to be cats like me...I thrive in different!
My username is Nekochan_nya because I AM A CAT.
My default userpic is Ren because Ren is a CAT and I LOVE HIM!
**taken from amakarie
Now on to my next chapter...this again was posted because Nani-chan is such a good kid!!! I dont want to torture her!!! so here it goes... Remember this is the second chapter in less than a week... you will have to wait for the others...ok???
Disclaimers:
I dont own anybody only my characters and the story. Obviously if I could own a real person, Ren would be all MINE!!!Nyaaaaa!!!!! chuu!!!
Chapter 5: Neutered Cats and Singing Birds
It dawned a beautiful day, full of promise and possibilities. The little bird soared sky high, enjoying the wind as it brushed against its pale gray feathers drying the morning dew from them as he flew. Its little heart pumping wildly, he beat his wings using the strong morning currents to gracefully twirl and dip, dancing in the wind. Hunger assuaged, it turned its little head toward diversion, its beady eyes scanning the horizon, looking for something to do. On one of the taller man-made trees, a sky blue leaf flapped lazily. Maybe it could get a glimpse of the inside of the big gray tree! What a wonderful story to share with its mate and hatchlings next season!
Full of feathery resolution, it took to the air again, gliding high, round and round, nearer each time to its destination. Sunlight streamed brightly through the open window as it entered the medium-sized room. There were lots of things inside the weird nest. It flew around once, then twice looking for a likely perch to alight. Being a savvy bird, it took perch near the blue leaf. No use in loosing a tail feather if there was a cat nearby!
It took the time to survey the room. Incredible! Almost every surface had fabulous nesting opportunities… It was ecstatic! Lots of shiny things to use next time it built its nest! Covetous eyes swept past a shiny, muted black box, sitting sedately against the farthest wall. It remembered seeing it before from a distance. But that time it had smaller humans moving inside. Stacked just under it, two smaller square hatchlings were attached to the main one by long, black worms. ‘Too long to be safe to eat.’ It decided.
To one side sat a long wooden box with a piece of glass on top and various little bottles and shiny trinkets. To the other side was a huge room full of man coverings, some inside another room, some hanging from doors, some strewn on the floor. Nearest the window, there was a huge blue thing, complete with central mound. Happily, it chirped, ah, it knew what that was! That had to be the man nest! There was something pale sticking from under it; fearful at first it mistook it for a cattail. Upon closer inspection it realized it to be a man-limb without cloth covering. It was sprinkled with a light dusting of downy fluff, making it wonder why men used coverings although it was so sparse it surely wasn’t warm enough. It plumped up its own lush feathers reflecting happily upon them.
The mound moved fretfully once again, making it jump in alarm. Watchful and alert, it nervously kept on watching the man move inside his nest. It decided to sing a cheerful lullaby to soothe the man so it could explore from a much closer vantage point the shiny trinkets and the glassy piece. It had always liked the first three notes… sweet and piercing… its hatchlings loved it every time, the bird reflected proudly while starting to sing.
“Nya, nyan, nyaaaaaannnn!” the mound groaned and hissed menacingly.
Alarm ran through it like quicksilver. ‘A cat! In the man nest!’ it was the panicky thought that echoed through the little bird’s brain. In a flurry of feathers, it took flight, simultaneously forgetting the way out of the room.
“Nya, nya, the light’s killing me! Nya! Turn it off!” Upon hearing the man talk and move on its nest, the feathered frenzy increased to panic levels.
It was not singing anymore, but whistling shrilly to distract this huge cat passing itself as a man from its intended prey! The mound quieted, still groaning softly. The bird perched again in the same spot as before, breathing rapidly, nervously scanning the room for the cat. When it didn’t see it immediately, it started chirping again, this time to fill the nervous void its voice left whenever it shut up.
When the mound stirred again, apprehension filled its small brain as grim determination steadied its little heart. It was not going without a fight! Let it be singed for all eternity that it had fought valiantly! The mound groaned and trembled as it sang harder than ever with each passing second.
The cat couldn’t stand its shrill cries any longer. It was winning! Who would have thought a song would defeat such a dangerous enemy! The mound writhed and moaned, a hand appeared, wobbly searching for a small round thing that ticked sitting innocently near the bed. He grabbed it and threw it half-heartedly against the wall. With a loud snap it fell into pieces, starting to ring in revenge as it died; its muted metallic death song coming to a mournful stop after a while.
The little bird kept on singing, frantic little heart and lungs valiantly struggling to support it! It was its only defense now as it had completely forgotten the way out of this den of perdition. Then a head appeared, blond and red tufts going every which way. Wait! It was not a cat! It was just a human! It fell immediately silent trying to catch its breath before bursting into joyful song. The cat was finally vanquished!
Ren shivered and burrowed deeper into his bed as he turned, trying to hide from the sun and its bird song.
“Oh, God, my head! It’s killing me! I’m dying! Somebody shoot that bird from hell and close the window! I need sleep!” He groaned loudly. He wanted the damned curtains closed immediately and that horrendous noise stopped completely, but that would mean leaving his cozy cocoon and he was not doing that any time soon. ‘Let it sing! Sooner or later it’s bound to get tired.’ He thought smugly while trying to fall back to sleep, singing bird or not.
Half an hour later, the bird was still on a roll, bursting into its third lusty rendition of Oasis when Ren decided it was either staying in bed and losing his sanity to a Gackt-loving bird or ceding defeat and allowing it free reign over his domain.
‘Either way, if I don’t go to the bathroom in like 5 seconds, I will blow sky high! Beer! I’m not drinking that anymore! Yeah right!’ His mouth tasted sour like it was scrubbed with last week’s trash as he sat on his bed. He growled, glaring balefully at the damned bird that kept on singing as if its life depended on it.
“Shut up, will ya! I’m leaving already! Nya!! Give it a rest!” The room was tilting wildly on its axis, fatigue and alcohol making him feel sicker than a dog.
“If I were a cat, you wouldn’t be singing so unconcernedly, you little bastard! Damn you, shut up! … I swear I will introduce you to my-good-for-nothing cat, Yami as soon as I get a hold of him!” he grumbled. Bile rose to his back throat and all thoughts of stalking and catching himself a hapless bird fled from his mind as he stumbled into the bathroom.
He left the bathroom, after what seemed like an eternity, feeling almost human as he put on his favorite pair of jimmies. His stomach rumbled weakly signaling its disposition to have something light. Not one to make himself wait when food was within reach, he stepped into the kitchen and started breakfast going. Since it was Sunday, he decided he would stay home and practice lazily for the rest of the day.
There wasn’t much to eat on the fridge but there was no way he was going out even if it meant drinking tea all day long. Spying a lone container inside his cabinet, he settled on a cup of instant ramen and some juice. It wasn’t exactly nutritious but it was better than risking the outside world after the last time. Almost 6 days had passed since the incident at the Doghouse. He hadn’t received any news from the gaijin women so he guessed they were fine. He hadn’t gotten around calling them because the shame was still too fresh in his mind and his conscience was killing him slowly but surely.
‘Even worse, look at what it got me!’ He grumbled full of resentment. He set the water to boil to prepare his ramen cup and went looking for his juice. Inspecting the tangerine juice container inside his fridge, he realized he was almost out of food. Tangerine wasn’t that bad a choice but it sure wasn’t his favorite. Looking further inside, he found some leftover squid that didn’t look that bad and decided to have it with his ramen.
He hadn’t had the time to buy foodstuffs due to the almost constant practice and presentations routine he had with LiNCLOVER. Furthermore, he’d thrown himself into practice with such intensity Nao was starting to worry. He hadn’t had the guts to tell him or Yuri about the episode. He didn’t dare, his shame ran too deep! So he had to grin and bear his band mates’ well intentioned efforts, their weird looks and whispering voices. That was the reason he’d skipped practice to go out alone last night, trying to drink himself stupid to see if he could forget for at least one night the gaijin cat’s face.
This in turn, brought him back to the present and his hangover. The groceries can be resolved later by Naoko, the lady he paid to clean his apartment. She was due in tomorrow and usually she took care of his groceries if he left her the money on top of the table. ‘Must remember to do so later this evening’ It didn’t matter really because if at any time he deemed himself too hungry to bear he would just call for delivery… ‘Some fried chicken wouldn’t be a bad idea… I’m in dire need of some comfort food after last night… Yup! I will call later.’ Deciding against making too much fuss, he put everything on the same bowl.
Taking his favorite pair of hashi, his red dancing neko bowl and some ice-cold tangerine juice, he hauled himself to his bedroom.
Remembering his feathered nemesis just in time, he decided to eat on the balcony, patiently waiting for Yami to return from his midnight prowls. ‘Hell, even my cat is getting more action that I am. This is so pathetic, moreover I am pathetic, I’m actually jealous of my own damned cat… Maybe if I ask politely enough he’ll deign to share some pointers, ne? Truly unlikely, that Yami never shares pointers, he’s quite selfish!’ He chuckled at his absurd thoughts as he sat on his favorite deck chair just before his eyes decided to start crying without his leave.
With a deep resigned sigh, he put everything on the side table, stood up and sauntered in to get his shades. It seemed his eyes weren’t ready to face the light of day yet. Once comfortably settled on his chair with his favorite pair of shades, he took his bowl and started to eat reflecting all the while on Tuesday’s events trying to make sense. Nao, Yuri, the technicians, Joyce, Sammie, Valerie, even Masa all made a deep impression on him. He needed time to sort his thoughts and feelings regarding all that had happened. He chewed slowly remembering Chacha, feeling his gut tighten as he remembered some of his best friend’s words.
He took a long swallow from his juice, the breeze making his hair flutter softly. ‘He must be truly desperate to talk to me like that. Should I call You to ask about Gackt’s welfare? It may seem like I don’t care but I’m really worried!’ He felt a knot starting to form inside his belly, all his undefined doubts and fears returning with a vengeance.
A flash of black jumped unconcernedly on the railing, looking for the world like a wearily sated male after a wild night out. An imperious “Nyan!” was all that came from the little smug creature. Ren thanked his lucky stars his cat had the best timing on the world. Sending the heavens a heartfelt prayer of thanks, he sat down his glass and continued eating.
“Here the conquering hero cometh! You shameless tomcat! I’m so jealous! Who was it this time? The hot little Persian two doors down? Or maybe it was the frisky Siamese from upstairs? Oh! I know! It was that sexy number with the wavy hair, the Rex! ” He crooned, his spoiled rotten pet jumping on his lap to get his dues.
“What? I don’t even rate a hello before breakfast?” the cat mewed demandingly as it kneaded him through his thin pants with his paws, claws sticking out.
“Ouch, you beast! Yes, I know, nya. Breakfast first, chit chat later. Come on, Yami! Stop it you greedy fiend! You don’t like squid! Ow, such a hard taskmaster!” The cat jumped from his lap and tail held high, sailed right-in fully expecting Ren to follow.
With a happy smile, he stood again, went inside to feed his cat. Yami stood on the kitchen floor, mewing imperiously just by the cabinet door he knew Ren kept his entire stash of kitty bites. Laughing, Ren served him his favorite kibble and sat on the floor to watch him eat, petting him while talking just like he had done with the gaijin girl that night.
“Oh, yeah, Yami! Before I forget yet again or you decide to leave, I have to tell you I met a girl cat this week!” The cat purred as it ate, eyes half closed in rapture. Eagerly, he started to tell him about the girl, about the fact that she was a cat just like him, about her friends, and how they met. Silent and red faced, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, lighted it and took a deep drag while his face continued to burn with embarrassment as he remembered his actions that night and that doctor’s chiding voice.
Reclining on the floor, Ren told him about it too, the cold tiles feeling good against his unbearably hot cheeks.
“Yeah, I know! Wonderful, ne? Thing is, I slammed a door on her nose as an introduction. Broke her nose too…” he trailed off, cigarette forgotten between his fingers as sadness crept into his heart. He stretched on the kitchen floor with a hand over his eyes, distress clearly written on every line of his body. Yami bumped into him calling softly. Ren rolled over lazily as he opened his eyes and found Yami’s kitty ass and kitty balls staring at him right in the eye. He pushed his cat away from his face laughing.
“You don’t have to be so graphic, Yami! I know I was an ass! Even lower yet, I was a fuzzy rabbit!” he sneezed “Get away from me, tuna breath! Worse still, you stink of kitty cum! Yuck! Better be more respectful, you animal if you know what’s good for you! I am starting to seriously consider neutering you. I would have already if it weren’t so close to home… neutering you, I mean. That way at least one of us is having fun…”
He stood up, stubbed his cigarette on the sink then turned on his heels as he added wickedly “There’s a Gackt-loving bird in my room but since you were such a pest, you don’t get to play with it as a punishment. Nyan!” he laughed watching Yami’s feline face fill with consternation.
He was picking after himself, Yami mewing crazily while pacing in front of his bedroom’s door, when the phone rang for the first time. After Tuesday’s night debacle he knew better than to answer, so again he let his answering machine do the honors as he continued cleaning.
“Chotto, koneko-chan! It’s Usagi-chan!” Ren sighed in relief, tension leaving his sturdy frame. It was only Masa!
“Oh, you are not answering, ne? Too tired maybe? No wonder… Well, I guess I’ll deliver my message anyway. Hope your machine’s volume is not as high as always because I just wanted to tell you last night was great. You really surpassed yourself this time. So incredibly full of energy, Ren-chan!” he whimpered lustily on the phone. Ren’s eyes widened, Masa’s intent suddenly becoming clear. “I thought I was going to die! I couldn’t stop screaming! That new trick with your tongue last night killed me, it feels wonderful when you lick and tease hard… so wet on my-”
With a yelp, Ren fell head over heels trying to pick up the phone.
“Damn it, Usako! You know I don’t swing that way and I don’t need my old neighbor to look at me any weirder than she already does! What do you want?” He whispered madly into the receiver.
“Why koneko-chan! Good to hear you feel better all of a sudden! I was wondering if you’d feel like going out for drinks again sometime this week? Doing so proved to be really wild! So I’m hankering for some more make believe… maybe you will show me what you can do when channeling someone into S&M… Someone like, say… Hyde maybe?” Ren laughed mirthlessly.
“Very funny, Usagi-chan. Ha, ha, ha! Go to hell! You know I can’t stand Hyde after the Moon Child disaster! I will ask once again, what do you want Usako? And you better tell me before I forget myself and hang up on you.”
Masa wryly drawled “Such impatience, koneko-chan! Where is your sense of humor?”
“Somewhere near my toes right now… just beside your Hyde comment.” he retorted wryly.
“Sou ka… I just wanted to know how was your koneko friend this morning? And her cute friend?” he inquired with apparent nonchalance.
“I don’t know anything about them yet and I doubt I will. Now Masa, why don’t you use the number I’m sure as hell remember Valerie giving you that night and call her yourself if you are so interested -I mean- worried??” He asked pointedly.
Masa mumbled unintelligibly.
“What was that?” Ren asked. He heard another whisper.
“What? Now Masa, don’t come telling me you are afraid?” He added with a guffaw.
Masa wheedled “Iie, Ren-chan! I just don’t want to seem overeager; I mean you were the one who broke her nose, ne? Shouldn’t you be the one who called?” he reasoned.
“I will call later, when I deem it reasonable, ok? You want to talk to Val, call her yourself, ok? If not, I’ll make sure to mention your fuzzy habits…” Ren countered
Masa yelped, “You wouldn’t dare!”
He laughed malevolently “piss me further and try me, Usako-kun! Go ahead!”
Masa gulped “You are evil, neko ii. Really evil.”
Ren scoffed “Not truly evil. Just cornered. So, it’s your choice. Call her yourself or risk my calling and telling all about your rabid usagi collecting, your love of fluff, the fuzzy slippers you refuse to stop wearing even when sleeping and your pesky habit of bedding male or female without distinction…” he hissed
‘Shoot! That was low, even for me!’ Ren flinched.
Masa was silent on the other side of the line “I may bed both sides of the list, but I am always faithful to the side I’m currently with. You know that!” he replied in a small voice.
Ren relented feeling like an asshole. “That’s true Ma-chan! I am sorry! I guess I’m just still tired. Just call her and get it over with, ok? I must leave now, Masa. Yami is scratching holes into my pants begging for food, you know how he is when he is hungry, ne? See you later, ne?” Feeling guilty he added “Hey! I will call later tonight; I’ll make sure and drop a nice comment on your regard, ok? Also, call me on Thursday to go out Friday or Saturday, ok? Usagi-chan?”
Masa let an exited cry and hung up, all sadness forgotten. ‘If only I could do the same.’
He went inside his practice room, cordless phone and ashtray at the ready while he practiced. He was starting to lose himself in his music, on the verge of creating a new bass line for the newest Fury song, when the phone rang a second time.
Annoyed, he took hold of the phone yelling “Hold on a moment!” to the mouthpiece as he tried pin down his escaping creation into paper to no avail. Half disgusted at himself, half at whomever was calling he barked “this better be good! Tell me!”
A hesitant Yuri answered “Ren-san? I’m sorry if I’m calling at a bad moment, I just wanted to make sure you were all right after you didn’t show up to practice last night like you promised. I was worried. Nao told me not to but I can’t help it and you know it, especially when the news said something about you being at a hospital earlier this week…”
He cursed under his breath “I’m fine Yuri-san. A friend of mine had an accident; I just accompanied her there to have it looked after. It was nothing to worry about.”
She sighed with relief
“Thank Goodness, Ren-san! I was beside myself with worry! Then they said that Gackt had collapsed again, I was worried about you. I know you still care a lot about him.”
He tightened his hand on the mouthpiece and took a deep breath before replying calmly “I’m fine, Yuri-san. I was in fact practicing ‘Tarnished’ when you called.”
Silence.
“Well, I’ll leave you to your practice, Ren-san. See you tomorrow, ne?” she said nervously before hanging up. Even Yuri knew what it meant for the hapless soul that dared interrupt Ren when he was practicing.
‘It seems it’s worse than expected if the press already knows. But I refuse to worry! He will be fine he has to. Other wise… Forget it, Ren! Chacha will call if anything happens.’ He picked up his bass again and tried to devote himself to the task at hand.
Two hours later, Chacha still hadn’t called and Ren was growing angrier by the minute. He’d drawn the practice room curtains and was doing his damnedest to imitate what seemed like the mating call of a dying elephant on his bass before he stopped trying to look busy. Yami was still offended, glaring furtively at him from his perch on top of his computer desk, his back to Ren in a silent protest for his undue punishment. He could see his cat looking at him over a furry shoulder with a supercilious expression on his feline face, as if mocking him for his own cowardice. Just when he decided to make the call himself, Chacha called him.
“Ren, did you hear?” Chacha paused waiting for the other to respond.
“What happened Cha?” Ren hesitated afraid of the coming answer.
“The press knows… It’s already too late though. Our Gacku is gone, Ren.” Ren’s lips compressed into a thin line as he waited for an explanation. It couldn’t be. Gackt couldn’t have…
“Cha, you don’t really mean to say…” Ren felt his chest start to tighten as his eyes watered unbidden.
“So tiresome! He is out of the hospital now, resting where he always goes when he collapses. Don’t want to mentions specifics because you never know with the paparazzi. He needs the peace and quiet. He is happy as a clam, being waited hand and foot by You and yours truly! You can imagine!” Chacha finished dramatically.
Ren hissed softly, releasing the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.
Lightheaded with relief, he sat heavily on the sofa. “Fuck Cha! I swear I could kill you sometimes! He’s fine then, Cha-chan?” he whispered.
Chacha laughed, happier than ever “Yes, koneko-chan! You know how the press exaggerates! And what’s even better, he’s asking for you! He wants to see you, so I guess everything will be fine!”
He sighed deeply. “You really are something else, Cha-chan. You call me after making me wait for ages, to then make me believe Gackt is dead! Man, this is Ren you are talking to, you know! I still have feelings, Cha-chan!” he was seething, his normally pale face reddening with fury, “furthermore you still don’t seem to understand, Cha-chan This changes nothing! I’m not part of GacktJob anymore! I’m Lin Clover’s bassist now! Face it! Even if I were thinking of returning to GacktJob, there’s still Ju-ken to consider!”
Chacha erupted “Ju-ken is a prop and you know it! You just announce your intention of returning to Gacktjob one day and he’s out the next day faster than you can say Nya, Nyan Kyo! Those are just excuses, Ren! I know you better than I know myself!”
“If that is so,” Ren retorted softly “why do you insist on making me hurt so much, Cha-chan? Do you really know how much it hurts me every time we fight? Each day I am away from GacktJob? We both knew it wouldn’t last forever and thanks to him it lasted even less” he paused and sighed resignedly, “I’m so tired Cha-chan! So incredibly tired!” Abruptly, he fell silent.
Chacha’s voice gentled upon hearing his words. “Well, we’ll talk later then, when you are feeling better. Oi, koneko-chan! See ya!” He hung up without another word, leaving Ren alone with his conflicting emotions.
The cigarette tray lay full to the brim with his discarded cigarettes as he surfed channels many hours later still as confused and unsettled as when he talked to Chacha. The darkened room was smoky and stuffy. He realized he hadn’t eaten in quite a long time, feeling the faint stirrings of hunger inside him.
He reached for another cigarette to stay his hunger, realizing with surprise the box was empty. ‘What the fuck? This was new when I started a few hours ago! I couldn’t have smoked the whole… Fuck!’ He dropped back on the sofa dejectedly to promptly jump back up this time truly startled when the phone rang yet again. Once again his machine answered.
Suddenly furious at it, he went over to where it was sitting, leering evilly at him with its one red eye while his message played mockingly. Fed up, he grabbed it roughly, fully intending to smash it.
‘Stop Ren! That's an order! You can’t break the damned thing! You need it!’ he thought to himself furiously. The devil inside him wanted to smash the thing so badly, he was shaking like a leaf. He made an effort to stop himself and moving with extreme presicion, he disconnected the damned thing. It was much too expensive to shatter against the wall like he’d done this morning with his alarm clock.
‘Don’t break it, Ren. Remember ‘A musician has to have an answering machine nowadays’ he repeated like a mantra until the urge finally passed. A few minutes later, his cell phone started ringing shrilly. He deliberately went over to where it was resting innocently, picked it up, removed the battery pack and with extreme deliberation set it on the table; ignoring the urge to slam it against the floor.
“A cell phone is a vital link in this profession, it’s a necessary evil. You can’t afford another smashed up cell phone, you already have to buy another alarm clock. Think of all the manga and stuff you could buy if you control your temper! Remember that Ren!” He chanted as he breathed deeply, bringing himself under control. ‘That’s it! I’ve had enough! I’m going to bed!’ He left everything as it was: bass carelessly discarded on top of his sofa, cell phone facing down on the table, skipped his customary bath and went straight to bed. He opened the door, turned on the light and the desperate beat of wings over his head welcomed him back.
“Oh, no! The bird! I forgot the bird! Nyau!” he paused, thinking rapidly as he crouched “Out! Out I say! I will sleep in my bed. Alone!” Koneko battle cries, hisses x 2, claw swipes x 2, growls, disheartened koneko cries, triumphantly singing Gackt-loving bird, which equals one evicted koneko!
“Nya, nyan! I want my bed!! I want to sleep!! Yami!” He hollered, “Come here, Yami! Yami… baka neko, come here and have a go at the Gackt-loving bird! Damn you!” no response other than the mocking echo of his own voice as the bird continued to soar dizzyingly above him.
“Just my luck, all day long driving me crazy because I wouldn’t let you inside and when I want you to have go at it, you are too busy chasing females!” He shrank against the door, hands over head, trying to make himself an even smaller target for the feathered kamikaze. He measured his position in respect to the bed and gauged his possibilities of successfully accomplishing sleep with an annoying blitzkrieg inside his room. Tasting the bitter dregs of defeat, he retreated.
“Nya! I give up bird! You hear me? I’m going to sleep in the living room, ok? But only tonight! Don’t go thinking its permanent! Nya! You haven’t seen the last of me, Gackt sucker! This is not the end of the war!” Shaking a fist defiantly at his feathered adversary, he slammed the bedroom door before it attacked again. Incensed, he left the room to the victorious bird; picked up pillow and comforter from the hallway closet and stomped in the direction of his living room, bundle trailing like a white flag behind him.
Once there, he let everything fall on top of his sofa. In the distance, high-pitched cat cries could be heard over the night sounds of Tokyo nightlife. ‘He’s out there partying while I get kicked out of my own room!’
Infuriated, he stepped onto the balcony and shouted with all his might, uncaring of the hour, his neighbors, the police or his sanity.
“Yami! Yami, you horny cat! This is the last time you abandon me, neko! You hear? It seems there is going to be a neutered cat sooner than expected, Yami! And you know what, nya? The decision wasn’t that hard to make after all! It was quite simple actually!” he laughed maniacally before continuing, “I get no sleep, you get no pussy!” With that he closed the sliding door, fully conscious that he was leaving his cat out for the night, but feeling no sense of regret.
“You want to be out, you stay out!” He garbled as he made his bed. Planning his revenge, Ren fell asleep on his cramped sofa dreaming up ways to torture a Gackt-loving bird, a faithless tomcat, a blond grasshopper and a black floppy-eared rabbit.
This is Chapter 4: Strays and Broken Noses
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This is Chapter 3: A Sexy Witch Hunt
http://www.livejournal.com/users/nekochan_nya/7776.html
This is chapter 2: A Study in Make Believe
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This is chapter 1: Music and Beer
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My subtitle is A Cat's musings because this is a space designated for the ramblings of my heart and I'm a cat, why else!
My friends page is called The Cat's Interracial, dogs are allowed because I accept other people into my world, they dont have to be cats like me...I thrive in different!
My username is Nekochan_nya because I AM A CAT.
My default userpic is Ren because Ren is a CAT and I LOVE HIM!
**taken from amakarie
Now on to my next chapter...this again was posted because Nani-chan is such a good kid!!! I dont want to torture her!!! so here it goes... Remember this is the second chapter in less than a week... you will have to wait for the others...ok???
Disclaimers:
I dont own anybody only my characters and the story. Obviously if I could own a real person, Ren would be all MINE!!!Nyaaaaa!!!!! chuu!!!
Chapter 5: Neutered Cats and Singing Birds
It dawned a beautiful day, full of promise and possibilities. The little bird soared sky high, enjoying the wind as it brushed against its pale gray feathers drying the morning dew from them as he flew. Its little heart pumping wildly, he beat his wings using the strong morning currents to gracefully twirl and dip, dancing in the wind. Hunger assuaged, it turned its little head toward diversion, its beady eyes scanning the horizon, looking for something to do. On one of the taller man-made trees, a sky blue leaf flapped lazily. Maybe it could get a glimpse of the inside of the big gray tree! What a wonderful story to share with its mate and hatchlings next season!
Full of feathery resolution, it took to the air again, gliding high, round and round, nearer each time to its destination. Sunlight streamed brightly through the open window as it entered the medium-sized room. There were lots of things inside the weird nest. It flew around once, then twice looking for a likely perch to alight. Being a savvy bird, it took perch near the blue leaf. No use in loosing a tail feather if there was a cat nearby!
It took the time to survey the room. Incredible! Almost every surface had fabulous nesting opportunities… It was ecstatic! Lots of shiny things to use next time it built its nest! Covetous eyes swept past a shiny, muted black box, sitting sedately against the farthest wall. It remembered seeing it before from a distance. But that time it had smaller humans moving inside. Stacked just under it, two smaller square hatchlings were attached to the main one by long, black worms. ‘Too long to be safe to eat.’ It decided.
To one side sat a long wooden box with a piece of glass on top and various little bottles and shiny trinkets. To the other side was a huge room full of man coverings, some inside another room, some hanging from doors, some strewn on the floor. Nearest the window, there was a huge blue thing, complete with central mound. Happily, it chirped, ah, it knew what that was! That had to be the man nest! There was something pale sticking from under it; fearful at first it mistook it for a cattail. Upon closer inspection it realized it to be a man-limb without cloth covering. It was sprinkled with a light dusting of downy fluff, making it wonder why men used coverings although it was so sparse it surely wasn’t warm enough. It plumped up its own lush feathers reflecting happily upon them.
The mound moved fretfully once again, making it jump in alarm. Watchful and alert, it nervously kept on watching the man move inside his nest. It decided to sing a cheerful lullaby to soothe the man so it could explore from a much closer vantage point the shiny trinkets and the glassy piece. It had always liked the first three notes… sweet and piercing… its hatchlings loved it every time, the bird reflected proudly while starting to sing.
“Nya, nyan, nyaaaaaannnn!” the mound groaned and hissed menacingly.
Alarm ran through it like quicksilver. ‘A cat! In the man nest!’ it was the panicky thought that echoed through the little bird’s brain. In a flurry of feathers, it took flight, simultaneously forgetting the way out of the room.
“Nya, nya, the light’s killing me! Nya! Turn it off!” Upon hearing the man talk and move on its nest, the feathered frenzy increased to panic levels.
It was not singing anymore, but whistling shrilly to distract this huge cat passing itself as a man from its intended prey! The mound quieted, still groaning softly. The bird perched again in the same spot as before, breathing rapidly, nervously scanning the room for the cat. When it didn’t see it immediately, it started chirping again, this time to fill the nervous void its voice left whenever it shut up.
When the mound stirred again, apprehension filled its small brain as grim determination steadied its little heart. It was not going without a fight! Let it be singed for all eternity that it had fought valiantly! The mound groaned and trembled as it sang harder than ever with each passing second.
The cat couldn’t stand its shrill cries any longer. It was winning! Who would have thought a song would defeat such a dangerous enemy! The mound writhed and moaned, a hand appeared, wobbly searching for a small round thing that ticked sitting innocently near the bed. He grabbed it and threw it half-heartedly against the wall. With a loud snap it fell into pieces, starting to ring in revenge as it died; its muted metallic death song coming to a mournful stop after a while.
The little bird kept on singing, frantic little heart and lungs valiantly struggling to support it! It was its only defense now as it had completely forgotten the way out of this den of perdition. Then a head appeared, blond and red tufts going every which way. Wait! It was not a cat! It was just a human! It fell immediately silent trying to catch its breath before bursting into joyful song. The cat was finally vanquished!
Ren shivered and burrowed deeper into his bed as he turned, trying to hide from the sun and its bird song.
“Oh, God, my head! It’s killing me! I’m dying! Somebody shoot that bird from hell and close the window! I need sleep!” He groaned loudly. He wanted the damned curtains closed immediately and that horrendous noise stopped completely, but that would mean leaving his cozy cocoon and he was not doing that any time soon. ‘Let it sing! Sooner or later it’s bound to get tired.’ He thought smugly while trying to fall back to sleep, singing bird or not.
Half an hour later, the bird was still on a roll, bursting into its third lusty rendition of Oasis when Ren decided it was either staying in bed and losing his sanity to a Gackt-loving bird or ceding defeat and allowing it free reign over his domain.
‘Either way, if I don’t go to the bathroom in like 5 seconds, I will blow sky high! Beer! I’m not drinking that anymore! Yeah right!’ His mouth tasted sour like it was scrubbed with last week’s trash as he sat on his bed. He growled, glaring balefully at the damned bird that kept on singing as if its life depended on it.
“Shut up, will ya! I’m leaving already! Nya!! Give it a rest!” The room was tilting wildly on its axis, fatigue and alcohol making him feel sicker than a dog.
“If I were a cat, you wouldn’t be singing so unconcernedly, you little bastard! Damn you, shut up! … I swear I will introduce you to my-good-for-nothing cat, Yami as soon as I get a hold of him!” he grumbled. Bile rose to his back throat and all thoughts of stalking and catching himself a hapless bird fled from his mind as he stumbled into the bathroom.
He left the bathroom, after what seemed like an eternity, feeling almost human as he put on his favorite pair of jimmies. His stomach rumbled weakly signaling its disposition to have something light. Not one to make himself wait when food was within reach, he stepped into the kitchen and started breakfast going. Since it was Sunday, he decided he would stay home and practice lazily for the rest of the day.
There wasn’t much to eat on the fridge but there was no way he was going out even if it meant drinking tea all day long. Spying a lone container inside his cabinet, he settled on a cup of instant ramen and some juice. It wasn’t exactly nutritious but it was better than risking the outside world after the last time. Almost 6 days had passed since the incident at the Doghouse. He hadn’t received any news from the gaijin women so he guessed they were fine. He hadn’t gotten around calling them because the shame was still too fresh in his mind and his conscience was killing him slowly but surely.
‘Even worse, look at what it got me!’ He grumbled full of resentment. He set the water to boil to prepare his ramen cup and went looking for his juice. Inspecting the tangerine juice container inside his fridge, he realized he was almost out of food. Tangerine wasn’t that bad a choice but it sure wasn’t his favorite. Looking further inside, he found some leftover squid that didn’t look that bad and decided to have it with his ramen.
He hadn’t had the time to buy foodstuffs due to the almost constant practice and presentations routine he had with LiNCLOVER. Furthermore, he’d thrown himself into practice with such intensity Nao was starting to worry. He hadn’t had the guts to tell him or Yuri about the episode. He didn’t dare, his shame ran too deep! So he had to grin and bear his band mates’ well intentioned efforts, their weird looks and whispering voices. That was the reason he’d skipped practice to go out alone last night, trying to drink himself stupid to see if he could forget for at least one night the gaijin cat’s face.
This in turn, brought him back to the present and his hangover. The groceries can be resolved later by Naoko, the lady he paid to clean his apartment. She was due in tomorrow and usually she took care of his groceries if he left her the money on top of the table. ‘Must remember to do so later this evening’ It didn’t matter really because if at any time he deemed himself too hungry to bear he would just call for delivery… ‘Some fried chicken wouldn’t be a bad idea… I’m in dire need of some comfort food after last night… Yup! I will call later.’ Deciding against making too much fuss, he put everything on the same bowl.
Taking his favorite pair of hashi, his red dancing neko bowl and some ice-cold tangerine juice, he hauled himself to his bedroom.
Remembering his feathered nemesis just in time, he decided to eat on the balcony, patiently waiting for Yami to return from his midnight prowls. ‘Hell, even my cat is getting more action that I am. This is so pathetic, moreover I am pathetic, I’m actually jealous of my own damned cat… Maybe if I ask politely enough he’ll deign to share some pointers, ne? Truly unlikely, that Yami never shares pointers, he’s quite selfish!’ He chuckled at his absurd thoughts as he sat on his favorite deck chair just before his eyes decided to start crying without his leave.
With a deep resigned sigh, he put everything on the side table, stood up and sauntered in to get his shades. It seemed his eyes weren’t ready to face the light of day yet. Once comfortably settled on his chair with his favorite pair of shades, he took his bowl and started to eat reflecting all the while on Tuesday’s events trying to make sense. Nao, Yuri, the technicians, Joyce, Sammie, Valerie, even Masa all made a deep impression on him. He needed time to sort his thoughts and feelings regarding all that had happened. He chewed slowly remembering Chacha, feeling his gut tighten as he remembered some of his best friend’s words.
He took a long swallow from his juice, the breeze making his hair flutter softly. ‘He must be truly desperate to talk to me like that. Should I call You to ask about Gackt’s welfare? It may seem like I don’t care but I’m really worried!’ He felt a knot starting to form inside his belly, all his undefined doubts and fears returning with a vengeance.
A flash of black jumped unconcernedly on the railing, looking for the world like a wearily sated male after a wild night out. An imperious “Nyan!” was all that came from the little smug creature. Ren thanked his lucky stars his cat had the best timing on the world. Sending the heavens a heartfelt prayer of thanks, he sat down his glass and continued eating.
“Here the conquering hero cometh! You shameless tomcat! I’m so jealous! Who was it this time? The hot little Persian two doors down? Or maybe it was the frisky Siamese from upstairs? Oh! I know! It was that sexy number with the wavy hair, the Rex! ” He crooned, his spoiled rotten pet jumping on his lap to get his dues.
“What? I don’t even rate a hello before breakfast?” the cat mewed demandingly as it kneaded him through his thin pants with his paws, claws sticking out.
“Ouch, you beast! Yes, I know, nya. Breakfast first, chit chat later. Come on, Yami! Stop it you greedy fiend! You don’t like squid! Ow, such a hard taskmaster!” The cat jumped from his lap and tail held high, sailed right-in fully expecting Ren to follow.
With a happy smile, he stood again, went inside to feed his cat. Yami stood on the kitchen floor, mewing imperiously just by the cabinet door he knew Ren kept his entire stash of kitty bites. Laughing, Ren served him his favorite kibble and sat on the floor to watch him eat, petting him while talking just like he had done with the gaijin girl that night.
“Oh, yeah, Yami! Before I forget yet again or you decide to leave, I have to tell you I met a girl cat this week!” The cat purred as it ate, eyes half closed in rapture. Eagerly, he started to tell him about the girl, about the fact that she was a cat just like him, about her friends, and how they met. Silent and red faced, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, lighted it and took a deep drag while his face continued to burn with embarrassment as he remembered his actions that night and that doctor’s chiding voice.
Reclining on the floor, Ren told him about it too, the cold tiles feeling good against his unbearably hot cheeks.
“Yeah, I know! Wonderful, ne? Thing is, I slammed a door on her nose as an introduction. Broke her nose too…” he trailed off, cigarette forgotten between his fingers as sadness crept into his heart. He stretched on the kitchen floor with a hand over his eyes, distress clearly written on every line of his body. Yami bumped into him calling softly. Ren rolled over lazily as he opened his eyes and found Yami’s kitty ass and kitty balls staring at him right in the eye. He pushed his cat away from his face laughing.
“You don’t have to be so graphic, Yami! I know I was an ass! Even lower yet, I was a fuzzy rabbit!” he sneezed “Get away from me, tuna breath! Worse still, you stink of kitty cum! Yuck! Better be more respectful, you animal if you know what’s good for you! I am starting to seriously consider neutering you. I would have already if it weren’t so close to home… neutering you, I mean. That way at least one of us is having fun…”
He stood up, stubbed his cigarette on the sink then turned on his heels as he added wickedly “There’s a Gackt-loving bird in my room but since you were such a pest, you don’t get to play with it as a punishment. Nyan!” he laughed watching Yami’s feline face fill with consternation.
He was picking after himself, Yami mewing crazily while pacing in front of his bedroom’s door, when the phone rang for the first time. After Tuesday’s night debacle he knew better than to answer, so again he let his answering machine do the honors as he continued cleaning.
“Chotto, koneko-chan! It’s Usagi-chan!” Ren sighed in relief, tension leaving his sturdy frame. It was only Masa!
“Oh, you are not answering, ne? Too tired maybe? No wonder… Well, I guess I’ll deliver my message anyway. Hope your machine’s volume is not as high as always because I just wanted to tell you last night was great. You really surpassed yourself this time. So incredibly full of energy, Ren-chan!” he whimpered lustily on the phone. Ren’s eyes widened, Masa’s intent suddenly becoming clear. “I thought I was going to die! I couldn’t stop screaming! That new trick with your tongue last night killed me, it feels wonderful when you lick and tease hard… so wet on my-”
With a yelp, Ren fell head over heels trying to pick up the phone.
“Damn it, Usako! You know I don’t swing that way and I don’t need my old neighbor to look at me any weirder than she already does! What do you want?” He whispered madly into the receiver.
“Why koneko-chan! Good to hear you feel better all of a sudden! I was wondering if you’d feel like going out for drinks again sometime this week? Doing so proved to be really wild! So I’m hankering for some more make believe… maybe you will show me what you can do when channeling someone into S&M… Someone like, say… Hyde maybe?” Ren laughed mirthlessly.
“Very funny, Usagi-chan. Ha, ha, ha! Go to hell! You know I can’t stand Hyde after the Moon Child disaster! I will ask once again, what do you want Usako? And you better tell me before I forget myself and hang up on you.”
Masa wryly drawled “Such impatience, koneko-chan! Where is your sense of humor?”
“Somewhere near my toes right now… just beside your Hyde comment.” he retorted wryly.
“Sou ka… I just wanted to know how was your koneko friend this morning? And her cute friend?” he inquired with apparent nonchalance.
“I don’t know anything about them yet and I doubt I will. Now Masa, why don’t you use the number I’m sure as hell remember Valerie giving you that night and call her yourself if you are so interested -I mean- worried??” He asked pointedly.
Masa mumbled unintelligibly.
“What was that?” Ren asked. He heard another whisper.
“What? Now Masa, don’t come telling me you are afraid?” He added with a guffaw.
Masa wheedled “Iie, Ren-chan! I just don’t want to seem overeager; I mean you were the one who broke her nose, ne? Shouldn’t you be the one who called?” he reasoned.
“I will call later, when I deem it reasonable, ok? You want to talk to Val, call her yourself, ok? If not, I’ll make sure to mention your fuzzy habits…” Ren countered
Masa yelped, “You wouldn’t dare!”
He laughed malevolently “piss me further and try me, Usako-kun! Go ahead!”
Masa gulped “You are evil, neko ii. Really evil.”
Ren scoffed “Not truly evil. Just cornered. So, it’s your choice. Call her yourself or risk my calling and telling all about your rabid usagi collecting, your love of fluff, the fuzzy slippers you refuse to stop wearing even when sleeping and your pesky habit of bedding male or female without distinction…” he hissed
‘Shoot! That was low, even for me!’ Ren flinched.
Masa was silent on the other side of the line “I may bed both sides of the list, but I am always faithful to the side I’m currently with. You know that!” he replied in a small voice.
Ren relented feeling like an asshole. “That’s true Ma-chan! I am sorry! I guess I’m just still tired. Just call her and get it over with, ok? I must leave now, Masa. Yami is scratching holes into my pants begging for food, you know how he is when he is hungry, ne? See you later, ne?” Feeling guilty he added “Hey! I will call later tonight; I’ll make sure and drop a nice comment on your regard, ok? Also, call me on Thursday to go out Friday or Saturday, ok? Usagi-chan?”
Masa let an exited cry and hung up, all sadness forgotten. ‘If only I could do the same.’
He went inside his practice room, cordless phone and ashtray at the ready while he practiced. He was starting to lose himself in his music, on the verge of creating a new bass line for the newest Fury song, when the phone rang a second time.
Annoyed, he took hold of the phone yelling “Hold on a moment!” to the mouthpiece as he tried pin down his escaping creation into paper to no avail. Half disgusted at himself, half at whomever was calling he barked “this better be good! Tell me!”
A hesitant Yuri answered “Ren-san? I’m sorry if I’m calling at a bad moment, I just wanted to make sure you were all right after you didn’t show up to practice last night like you promised. I was worried. Nao told me not to but I can’t help it and you know it, especially when the news said something about you being at a hospital earlier this week…”
He cursed under his breath “I’m fine Yuri-san. A friend of mine had an accident; I just accompanied her there to have it looked after. It was nothing to worry about.”
She sighed with relief
“Thank Goodness, Ren-san! I was beside myself with worry! Then they said that Gackt had collapsed again, I was worried about you. I know you still care a lot about him.”
He tightened his hand on the mouthpiece and took a deep breath before replying calmly “I’m fine, Yuri-san. I was in fact practicing ‘Tarnished’ when you called.”
Silence.
“Well, I’ll leave you to your practice, Ren-san. See you tomorrow, ne?” she said nervously before hanging up. Even Yuri knew what it meant for the hapless soul that dared interrupt Ren when he was practicing.
‘It seems it’s worse than expected if the press already knows. But I refuse to worry! He will be fine he has to. Other wise… Forget it, Ren! Chacha will call if anything happens.’ He picked up his bass again and tried to devote himself to the task at hand.
Two hours later, Chacha still hadn’t called and Ren was growing angrier by the minute. He’d drawn the practice room curtains and was doing his damnedest to imitate what seemed like the mating call of a dying elephant on his bass before he stopped trying to look busy. Yami was still offended, glaring furtively at him from his perch on top of his computer desk, his back to Ren in a silent protest for his undue punishment. He could see his cat looking at him over a furry shoulder with a supercilious expression on his feline face, as if mocking him for his own cowardice. Just when he decided to make the call himself, Chacha called him.
“Ren, did you hear?” Chacha paused waiting for the other to respond.
“What happened Cha?” Ren hesitated afraid of the coming answer.
“The press knows… It’s already too late though. Our Gacku is gone, Ren.” Ren’s lips compressed into a thin line as he waited for an explanation. It couldn’t be. Gackt couldn’t have…
“Cha, you don’t really mean to say…” Ren felt his chest start to tighten as his eyes watered unbidden.
“So tiresome! He is out of the hospital now, resting where he always goes when he collapses. Don’t want to mentions specifics because you never know with the paparazzi. He needs the peace and quiet. He is happy as a clam, being waited hand and foot by You and yours truly! You can imagine!” Chacha finished dramatically.
Ren hissed softly, releasing the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.
Lightheaded with relief, he sat heavily on the sofa. “Fuck Cha! I swear I could kill you sometimes! He’s fine then, Cha-chan?” he whispered.
Chacha laughed, happier than ever “Yes, koneko-chan! You know how the press exaggerates! And what’s even better, he’s asking for you! He wants to see you, so I guess everything will be fine!”
He sighed deeply. “You really are something else, Cha-chan. You call me after making me wait for ages, to then make me believe Gackt is dead! Man, this is Ren you are talking to, you know! I still have feelings, Cha-chan!” he was seething, his normally pale face reddening with fury, “furthermore you still don’t seem to understand, Cha-chan This changes nothing! I’m not part of GacktJob anymore! I’m Lin Clover’s bassist now! Face it! Even if I were thinking of returning to GacktJob, there’s still Ju-ken to consider!”
Chacha erupted “Ju-ken is a prop and you know it! You just announce your intention of returning to Gacktjob one day and he’s out the next day faster than you can say Nya, Nyan Kyo! Those are just excuses, Ren! I know you better than I know myself!”
“If that is so,” Ren retorted softly “why do you insist on making me hurt so much, Cha-chan? Do you really know how much it hurts me every time we fight? Each day I am away from GacktJob? We both knew it wouldn’t last forever and thanks to him it lasted even less” he paused and sighed resignedly, “I’m so tired Cha-chan! So incredibly tired!” Abruptly, he fell silent.
Chacha’s voice gentled upon hearing his words. “Well, we’ll talk later then, when you are feeling better. Oi, koneko-chan! See ya!” He hung up without another word, leaving Ren alone with his conflicting emotions.
The cigarette tray lay full to the brim with his discarded cigarettes as he surfed channels many hours later still as confused and unsettled as when he talked to Chacha. The darkened room was smoky and stuffy. He realized he hadn’t eaten in quite a long time, feeling the faint stirrings of hunger inside him.
He reached for another cigarette to stay his hunger, realizing with surprise the box was empty. ‘What the fuck? This was new when I started a few hours ago! I couldn’t have smoked the whole… Fuck!’ He dropped back on the sofa dejectedly to promptly jump back up this time truly startled when the phone rang yet again. Once again his machine answered.
Suddenly furious at it, he went over to where it was sitting, leering evilly at him with its one red eye while his message played mockingly. Fed up, he grabbed it roughly, fully intending to smash it.
‘Stop Ren! That's an order! You can’t break the damned thing! You need it!’ he thought to himself furiously. The devil inside him wanted to smash the thing so badly, he was shaking like a leaf. He made an effort to stop himself and moving with extreme presicion, he disconnected the damned thing. It was much too expensive to shatter against the wall like he’d done this morning with his alarm clock.
‘Don’t break it, Ren. Remember ‘A musician has to have an answering machine nowadays’ he repeated like a mantra until the urge finally passed. A few minutes later, his cell phone started ringing shrilly. He deliberately went over to where it was resting innocently, picked it up, removed the battery pack and with extreme deliberation set it on the table; ignoring the urge to slam it against the floor.
“A cell phone is a vital link in this profession, it’s a necessary evil. You can’t afford another smashed up cell phone, you already have to buy another alarm clock. Think of all the manga and stuff you could buy if you control your temper! Remember that Ren!” He chanted as he breathed deeply, bringing himself under control. ‘That’s it! I’ve had enough! I’m going to bed!’ He left everything as it was: bass carelessly discarded on top of his sofa, cell phone facing down on the table, skipped his customary bath and went straight to bed. He opened the door, turned on the light and the desperate beat of wings over his head welcomed him back.
“Oh, no! The bird! I forgot the bird! Nyau!” he paused, thinking rapidly as he crouched “Out! Out I say! I will sleep in my bed. Alone!” Koneko battle cries, hisses x 2, claw swipes x 2, growls, disheartened koneko cries, triumphantly singing Gackt-loving bird, which equals one evicted koneko!
“Nya, nyan! I want my bed!! I want to sleep!! Yami!” He hollered, “Come here, Yami! Yami… baka neko, come here and have a go at the Gackt-loving bird! Damn you!” no response other than the mocking echo of his own voice as the bird continued to soar dizzyingly above him.
“Just my luck, all day long driving me crazy because I wouldn’t let you inside and when I want you to have go at it, you are too busy chasing females!” He shrank against the door, hands over head, trying to make himself an even smaller target for the feathered kamikaze. He measured his position in respect to the bed and gauged his possibilities of successfully accomplishing sleep with an annoying blitzkrieg inside his room. Tasting the bitter dregs of defeat, he retreated.
“Nya! I give up bird! You hear me? I’m going to sleep in the living room, ok? But only tonight! Don’t go thinking its permanent! Nya! You haven’t seen the last of me, Gackt sucker! This is not the end of the war!” Shaking a fist defiantly at his feathered adversary, he slammed the bedroom door before it attacked again. Incensed, he left the room to the victorious bird; picked up pillow and comforter from the hallway closet and stomped in the direction of his living room, bundle trailing like a white flag behind him.
Once there, he let everything fall on top of his sofa. In the distance, high-pitched cat cries could be heard over the night sounds of Tokyo nightlife. ‘He’s out there partying while I get kicked out of my own room!’
Infuriated, he stepped onto the balcony and shouted with all his might, uncaring of the hour, his neighbors, the police or his sanity.
“Yami! Yami, you horny cat! This is the last time you abandon me, neko! You hear? It seems there is going to be a neutered cat sooner than expected, Yami! And you know what, nya? The decision wasn’t that hard to make after all! It was quite simple actually!” he laughed maniacally before continuing, “I get no sleep, you get no pussy!” With that he closed the sliding door, fully conscious that he was leaving his cat out for the night, but feeling no sense of regret.
“You want to be out, you stay out!” He garbled as he made his bed. Planning his revenge, Ren fell asleep on his cramped sofa dreaming up ways to torture a Gackt-loving bird, a faithless tomcat, a blond grasshopper and a black floppy-eared rabbit.
This is Chapter 4: Strays and Broken Noses
http://www.livejournal.com/users/nekochan_nya/8619.html
This is Chapter 3: A Sexy Witch Hunt
http://www.livejournal.com/users/nekochan_nya/7776.html
This is chapter 2: A Study in Make Believe
http://www.livejournal.com/users/nekochan_nya/5282.html
This is chapter 1: Music and Beer
http://www.livejournal.com/users/nekochan_nya/3026.html