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Her New Companion(Ronyo+Anjeru)

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Anjeru

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Jan 19, 2009
Yukinata sighed as she stepped out of the large building that was her work place. Or, rather, had been her work place. She, uh, had just punched the senior editor square in his smug face. He had actually come to the office half drunk and had the audacity to come onto her while she was at her computer, typing up her newest column. And now, she was jobless and returning home to a lonely apartment, where she would eat dinner alone, watch tv alone, and sleep alone. The woe of her life was that she had always focused on her career, so she had put off relationships. Now, she had neither.

Today was a really bad day, Yuki thought as she began to walk along the sidewalk that would lead her home, her heels clicking on the cement. She wore a ladies business suit today of a black skirt, heels, tights, and a white blouse. Her hair had always been an unnatural hue of blonde, looking almost as if it were really white. She was pale and stood a bit taller than most girls at 5 foot 8, without heels. 5 foot 9 with heels. She wore her hair down today, so it floated gracefully around her shoulders to rest against her shoulderblades and collarbone.

Sighing, she turned into the complex where she lived. She would have moved up the stairs, but her green eyes caught site of a large, very large, box sitting next to the first level complex enterance. Shit...you think people could throw away their own garbage! She thought angrilly as she moved towards the box. Her pale, slim fingers gripped the edge and she tugged, expecting it to move easily...but it didn't. In fact, it hadn't budged ever a millimeter. Frowning, Yuki decided she was going to need the apartment's dolly to move it towards the parking lot dumpsters. She turned and would have walked off to get said dolly, but the sound of movement caught her attention. Turning back, her eyes widened to see that the box was indeed moving.

Yuki leaned down and listened, but then the moving stopped. What the hell is in there? was her thought as she tapped the side of the box with her foot. It moved again. Gulping a little, she opened the box to find...
 
Marc tapped his foot against the box, and clawed slowly against the floor, he had white skin with a slight tan, which was suprising, considering how long he'd been kept out of the sun. He had little in terms of muscle, and looked as though he haden't eaten in days. He yawned and scratched his head, making his brown ears flap down, his similarly brown tail wagged slowly to-and-fro.

Marc sighed quietly as he lay against the side of the box, he had lost most of his vigor to escape after the first two hours of banging and kicking the sides of his cardboard prison, as well as yelling so hard his voice went hoarse. He closed his eyes, trying yet again to see if he would be able to fall asleep. But about a minute later he heard the box being gripped and he felt a slight tugging sensation, his eyes snapped open and he lay perfectly still, just to see if it was just a dream. He strained his ears and heard footsteps, his heart leapt and he jolted up, shifting the box slightly, he kicked the sides, shaking the box again and again until he heard the box being gripped again, he looked up and squinted as light broke into the shade of the box, his sky blue eyes blinked as a figure came into view.
 
It was a man! There was a young man in the box! She stared down at him in shock, her green eyes wide and still. Yuki wasn't sure what she could say as she looked down to him, then she cleared her throat and offered a small smile. "What are you doing in there?" She held out her hand to him so as to help him get uncramped and out of the box. "You shouldn't been lying in a box outside like this. Someone stronger than more than likely would have thrown you into the dumpster and that wouldn't be good, would it?" She offered another soft smile, a locke of her shockingly light blonde hair falling across one eye. "Come on, let's get you inside. I'm sure you're hungry?" she asked.
 
Marc stared at the the human figure, his eyes still unused to the light, he recoiled slightly as the hand reached forward, expecting to be hit, as was how most people treated him. After a few seconds, nothing seemed to happen, he heard the word hungry and he looked into the person's eyes, who, now that his eyes were properly focused, turned out to be a woman. He timidly reached out for her hand, and took it. "S-sure, food would be nice" he said weakly, a hint of hope appearing in his eyes.
 
When Yuki focused her eyes on the young man she was helping out of the box, she noticed the cat-like ears amongst the strands of his hair and the tail that swayed behind him. Her eyes widened a little, but she wasn't one to judge or to disciminate against anyone, no matter how different they appeared. She felt sad when he had recoiled from her hand; he'd been hurt, abused more than likely, given his reaction to her presence. She let go of his hand and let him stand, taking a moment to look him over before smiling gently. "I live upstairs, come on up with me and I will make you something to eat while you explain to me how you ended up out here in a box." She said, turning towards the stairs again, her heels clicking on the ground as she made her way to them. She glanced back over her shoulder, a hand on the railing of the stairs that would lead them to her apartment. "Well, come on." Another reassuring smile was sent his way that she hoped would help eliviate some of his hesitance and anxiety in regards to her.
 
He looked at her as he climbed out of the box, she looked very pretty, and from her attire, professional. His ears perked up at the notion of food and watched as she walked to the stairs. Maybe... Maybe she doesn't want to hurt me like the others... At her smile his face lit up slightly and he walked up to the steps, his legs shaking sligtly from being in a cramped space for so long without a chance to stretch "Ok then, lead the way.."
 
Little did he know that she was actually less than professional now and actually had no job to speak of at the moment because of her pig of a boss. She made her way up the stairs, keeping a close eye on him as she did to make sure the young man was okay. Before long she reached the top and made her way down the walkway to an apartment door labeled 205. She reached into the pocket of her skirt and fished out her apartment key, before then using it to open the door. Yuki walked inside and held the door open for him as she slipped off her heels in the patio way.
 
He followed her up the stairs, holding the handrails a little tight due to his legs, they got to a door labeled 205, he looked around while she opened to door, looking down at the street and the box he had been in minutes before. He looked inside cautiously as she held the door for him and slowly treaded inside, his face relaxing as his feet came to feel the carpet, something he had not experienced in years.
 
As he stepped inside, Yuki softly shut the door behind him and it latched closed with a quiet click. She smiled to him and motioned him to follow her down the small, rather plain, white hallway. Stopping for a moment where a small hooked shelf sat, connected to the wall, Yuki hung her purse and the apartment key. Then she moved on, going around the corner through another door. She left that one open so that he could follow, and moved across the livingroom into the kitchen.

The livingroom was a pretty good size, two lights in the room on the ceiling illuminating it. There was a large black couch and two matching chairs on the right wall, a large flat screen tv just opposite. On the floor in front of the tv was a playstation 2 and an x-box 360; despite her career life, Yukinata enjoyed venting her frustrations out on video games. Though that really hadn't helped her today, she mused. A few potted plants lay around the room and a large, decorative rug lay in the middle of the room between the tv and the couch. In front of the couch was a nice wood and glass coffee table.

"Is there anything in particular that you would like to eat?" she asked from the kitchen; he would be able to see her from the livingroom because the kitchen itself was rather small, but it had a bar type divider that one could see over into the kitchen.
 
He watched her as she moved around the hallway, still unsure of what to think of her, he followed her into the living room, as he stepped in his eyes widened and his mouth dropped slightly. He had never seen such a lovely looking room. He ran his eyes over the couch and chairs, luxuries long forgotten over the years he spent waiting for the next day to come. As he looked around, he caught sight of the tv, and remembered the one he had seen before, tiny, and much fatter than this one. He cocked his head at the sight of the game consoles, things he'd never seen before.

He turned as she spoke, and blinked. He had never been asked what he wanted to eat, he was just given it. "W-what?... What do... I want?..... Umm...." He blushed slightly and looked at her, his eyes shimered slightly "Umm... Could I... Have fish?"
 
"Fish it is, then." She said from the kitchen as her body moved to pull a frying pan from the cabinet above her head. Setting it on the counter, she went and pulled some catfish from her freezer, before popping it into the microwave to defrost. She set the timer, then came back out into the livingroom. She smiled at the young man as she sat on the couch and motioned for him to come sit with her. Or near her, at least.

"Do you have a name?" she asked. "Why don't you come sit with me and tell me what happened to you. I don't normally find neko boys in boxes outside of my apartment."
 
His eyes widened as he caught sight of the fish in her hands, without even realising it he began to drool slightly, this was going to be the best meal he'd had in a long time. As she sat down and beckoned him to sit with her, he teared his eyes from the microwave and looked at the seat next to her. She's been so nice to me, I guess no harm will come if I sit with her... He timidly moved to the couch and sat next to her, sighing slightly at the feeling of the material against his body.

"My... My names Kotaro... Thank you so much.. For what you're doing for me... Really.. I thought everyone hated me..." he looked at her, tilting his head slightly "But why?... Why are you being so kind?... I thought my kind was hated..."
 
"You're just different, that's all." She said with a soft smile as she looked at the ears poking up from the strands of his hair. She could see that he was nervous, being so close to her, and she hated that he'd been treated so horribly that he couldn't trust her fully. She couldn't expect any less though, especially since she had found him trapped inside a box. A small hand reached out to gently pet his hair in reassurance. "I won't hurt you, so you don't have to be scared of me." She smiled again. "And I don't hate you, or your kind. You're just as deserving as any other person. Just because your different, that shouldn't be any different. If anything, you're just unique. At least to me."
 
He recoiled slightly as she petted him, his ears flattening against his head, but after realising nothing bad was happening, he smiled slightly and nuzzled a little into her hand, it felt so nice it felt like heaven compared to what he was used to. "Thank you... I don't know how to thank you... I have nothing I can offer you in return...". He held his hands together in front of him, thinking of what had happened to him, "You said... You wanted me to tell you how I got in the... Box?" he tilted his head at her again as he said it.
 
Yukinata let her hand drop from his hair and she studied him closely, before nodding. The microwave in the kitchen beeped, letting her know that the catfish had defrosted. She glanced up, then took his hand gently inbetween her own. "Yes, I would like to know. But come into the kitchen with me and tell me, so that way I can cook and talk to you at the same time." She smiled. "Ok?" Then she got up and walked back into the kitchen to take the fish out of the microwave. Her slim fingers opened up the packaging and then she placed the fish into the frying pan she had pulled out earlier. As it began to sizzle, she found herself a spatula and some lemon juice seasoning from the fridge.
 
He turned his head on instinct as the microwave beeped, his ears perking at in the direction of the kitchen. He turned back to her as she held his hand, blushing slightly "Ok sure" he said as she got up. He followed her into the kitchen, his tail swinging between his legs. He stood against the wall as he watched her prepare the fish for cooking, his mouth feeling wet as he produced more saliva at the smell of the fish. "So.. What do you want to know about?.. Some parts are a bit fuzzy in my mind, alot has happened recently.."
 
She turned her eyes to see that he had listened and was now standing in the kitchen with her. A soft smile touched her lips as she continued cooking the fish, smiling more as she saw that he was near to the point of drooling over the food. Not just because of his ears and tail, but because of the way he acted, reminded her of the small kitten that used to come around her apartment, begging for food. She had loved that small kitten and raised it as best she could, but one day it just stopped coming around. Shaking off the nostalgia, Yuki flipped the fish in the pan and spread some lemon juice on the cooked side.

"Well," she started, "why don't you just tell me everything you can remember, Kotaro. And if you can remember that much, who did it to you. It's not right for someone to treat you that way, regardless if you are different, or not."
 
Kotaro looked at the floor as he remembered what had happened "Well... There was once a family of us.. We lived in the countryside, not far from here... I was 12 years old when it happened... A group of people came and took us from our home, they used us, beat us, treated us like we were vermin.. Slowly we died off from the abuse.. I was lucky... Or unlucky.. Enough to survive.." Kotaro looked at her, his eyes showing signs of tears forming from the memories. "Eventually they got 'bored' of me, stuffed me in that box and left me here to die, hoping I was thrown out with the trash.." He shut his eyes, it had been a year since his last family member had left this world, and he did not want to go through all the hardship again, trying to clean the thoughts from his mind.
 
As he spoke, she finished the fish and lifted her hand, her slim fingers turning the knob to turn the burner off. She could feel the tears now rolling down her cheeks as she set the spatula down. Her slim form turned and she came at him quickly, wrapping her arms around him, holding his thin frame against hers. "I'm sorry, Kotaro...I'm so sorry." She said it over and over again as she stroked his hair and his ears, comforting him as best she could; she didn't know how well it would comfort him because she had no idea how being treated like that would feel. She held him, the tears still coming. "I'll do everything I can to show you all people aren't that way, I promise." She vowed it softly, hugging him closely again.
 
He opened his eyes and looked up at as he heard her moving, blinking in suprise as she held him. He looked into her eyes and realised she was crying, saddened by his tale of sorrow. "You..." He said softly as she began to stroke his head, feeling her fingers brush against his hair and ears as he felt tears begin to well up again in him eyes. As she spoke, he began to cry, the tears overflowing his eyes, she did care. He closed his eyes, trying to stop the tears in vain, and held her as she hugged him "Th-thank you.." He whispered in her ear as he wept.
 
Yukinata continued to hold the young neko in her arms, resting her cheek against his as he wept. She let him cry for a few moments, before she finally leaned back and raised a hand to brush the tears from his cheeks with her slim fingers. Smiling gently, she ruffled his hair again. "You'll be okay now, I think." She said as she pulled away and moved to get a plate from the cabinet. She used the spatula then to put the fish onto the plate, before setting it onto the table. Retrieving a fork, she set it next to the plate and smiled. "Come on now, dinner is ready."
 
As she leant back he opened his eyes and looked at her, a few tears still forming. He sniffed lightly as she wiped the tears away, smiling slightly as he felt her ruffle his hair, lowering his head slightly as she did so "How can you be sure?... I'm afraid they'll come for me again.." He watched her as she set his meal up, returning his eyes to the fish, his stomach growled slightly at the sight. "Ok" he said softly and sat down at the table in front of the fish, picking up the fork tentitivly and prying a small section of the fish away.
 
She nodded thoughtfully at his words as she went and poured two glasses of milk, one for her quest and one for herself. She set it onto the table for him, then took a seat across from him and sipped her own milk. "Well, I can do my best to protect you, Kotaro." She said, leaning back into the chair, smiling once he started to eat. She hoped he would like it. "I can guess that you probably don't have anywhere else to go...I know my place isn't much, but you can stay here with me for now." She said as she took another sip, offering him a friendly and welcoming smile. The strands of her hair fell around her shoulders, as she watched him with her unusual hued eyes. Really, what a day this had been she decided.
 
The thoughts of his past still swirled around in his mind. He took the piece of fish he'd just carved and picked it up with the fork, placing it in his mouth. He chewed slowly, closing his eyes as the flavours hit his tongue. "Mmmm... This is amazing" he said, his eyes still closed "It reminds me of the fish I used to eat before.. All that happened.. Thank you" he said as she put the glass of milk next to him. He swallowed and smiled, he picked up the glass and sniffed it, sighing slightly before taking a small draft. "God I missed this... I'd almost forgotten the taste..." He took another draft, bigger this time. He put down the glass and ate another piece of fish, the pit in his stomach feeling smaller by the second.
 
Yuki smiled. "I'm glad you're enjoying it." She said; she had always been a gifted cook and now she was glad that she finally had someone she could put her gift to good use for. It brought back a sense of nostalgia, of family dinners around a happy, bustling table. But that was before the accident, before she had been left alone. Not wanting to think about that, she took a sip of the milk in her glass, eyes watching him enjoy his meal. "If you want anything else, just let me know." She offered, idly bopping her stocking clad foot beneath the cover of the table. "I have plenty to offer since I live alone," she said with a semi-sad, but resigned tone of voice.
 
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