001 || Of Arrivals and Introductions
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Now that she knows he's here, it's easy enough to track his reiatsu to where he stands outside--examining the tree, the leaves, the walkways and everything else in view. She slows to a normal speed, approaching him quietly. Even in his distracted state, she's sure he'll notice her soon enough.]
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It was a sight that jerked sharply at something inside of him, and before he was fully aware of it, his body had automatically bounded over, long arms joyfully sweeping the cat (and hat) up into the air.
"Kitty~!"
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It really was him, although rather less guarded than she remembered from his visit last month. And she was glad enough to see him that she allowed him to raise her into the air; she did nothing more than tighten her jaws around the brim of the hat, making certain she didn't drop it.
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Anyone who happened to pass by at the moment would be treated to the sight of the sandy-haired newcomer swinging the black cat up and down excitedly, words spewing out of him in the same fashion of mindless baby-talk, pure enjoyment and happiness etched across his face, though perhaps the same thing could not be said for the cat. Not that he seemed to notice.
"Upsy-daisy~! Whooo~~ Wasn't that fun? Would you like to go again? Yes, I know you do... Aaaaaaand upsy-daisy~!"
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She couldn't belie--no, yes she could, as he'd done the same thing in one of her memories. It was obviously a hardwired response.
He kept whooping and kept swinging her up and down, until she'd abruptly had enough. She opened her mouth, and let the hat fall--then twisted free of his hold to shoot up and headbutt him right in his forehead.
She landed on the ground next to him, smoothing her ruffled fur as her golden eyes narrowed in irritation.
"Idiot," she said, her voice acidic. "I'm not a toy."
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But then the cat decided to talk and so his fingers overshot their object as he unbalanced, ungracefully crashing down next to his hat at the sound of that familiar voice even as some part of him vaguely commented that it wasn't the right voice. That part was promptly ignored as cats did not talk, much less have right or wrong voices.
"Ahaha... I think I may have hit my head too hard if kitty is now talking to me..."
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"Hoh~?" she said, padding closer to him. "You'll accept a giant tree in a glass sphere, but a talking cat is where you draw the line?" She settled on her haunches near his hip, bending to nudge his hat with her nose.
"Take it. It's yours, after all."
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"Ah well, a giant tree in a glass sphere is far enough beyond the realm of possibility to be accepted immediately whereas a talking cat is near enough to be doubted upon first occurrence~!"
The black cat got another close look.
"I suppose you'll find it odd if I ask you if your voice is the right voice..."
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It didn't matter. Either way, she was glad to see him again.
She tilted her head at his question. So she was familiar to him this time; the realization loosened a knot in her chest that she hadn't even realized she was carrying.
"I wouldn't find it odd at all," she said, coming to her feet. "But it's not something I care to answer out in the open." With a flick of one small ear, she starting walking, betting his curious nature would prompt him to follow her.
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"Do I-- That is, do we, um... know each other?"
Because try as he might, he couldn't remember a cat in his dream, much less a talking cat that liked to headbutt people before giving them back their hats.
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"We do. I'll explain what I can once we're inside." She'd be very sparing with the information she parted with--she wasn't taking any chances on giving him too much.
They reached her front door a few minutes later. "Go on and open it," she said. "I left it unlocked earlier."
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He silently opened the indicated door, wondering if he should check.
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She rarely transformed in front of anyone these days, and very few people even knew she was capable--Kazahana, Toushi, Ghost...everyone else who'd known was either gone or had forgotten. So while she didn't hesitate in her decision, the rarity of it all did cross her mind.
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"So," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "Does this voice sound like the right one?"
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Or more precisely, the woman in his dreams-- The one who had released him from the too tight bonds, the one who had laughed in genuine amusement and happiness, the one who had seemed to be his best friend and perhaps something more. She was there, in front of him, long strands of purple hair running down her back as golden eyes studied him.
And naked. Very, very naked.
"I... It..." His brain didn't seem to want to work. "Where are your clothes?!"
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"Did you see me wearing any a minute ago?" She tilted her head, still looking amused. "And you didn't answer my question." Her voice grew a touch more serious.
"Am I familiar to you, then?"
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