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Fuzzy Love - Complete	By : ColdSilence Category: Kingdom Hearts > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10245 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author: Cold Silence

E-Mail: writer.coldsilence@gmail.com

Pairings: Riku + Kairi + Sora, Sora x BHK. (BHK = Blonde Headed Kid from KH II)

Warnings: AU, Yaoi, Het, Furs. OOC Roxas due to the fandom personality he was given before information on his character was released with KH2.

Special Note: This fic has relationships with things that have tails. Also, this story was started before Roxas's name was revealed, hence why he is named differently in this fic. Don't worry though, this actually fits well with what I have planned for him in the end.

Disclaimer: All characters from Kingdom Hearts, Chain of Memories and Kingdom Hearts II is property of Tetsuya Nomura. God bless him.~

Fuzzy Love

-Chapter Three-

Maybe he had jarred himself worse than he thought when Reeves tripped him earlier. However, try as he may, no matter how many times Sora blinked, the strange kid in front of him didn't vanish. His eyes were the size of saucers as he slowly picked himself from the ground, discovering upon reaching his full height that he was at least an inch taller than this "Dyne." Sora's voice was tinged with nervous disbelief as he spoke, "Th... that's the name of my cat..."

"Is it really?" Answered the boy in an innocent croon. His lips curled into a mocking smile, obviously finding the reaction to his presence amusing.

Upon seeing the teasing expression on the stranger's face, Sora's pride chafed enough to inject more courage into his voice. "And that's my cat's collar!"

Dyne affected a look of surprise, and then lifted his fingers to touch the silver bell that dangled from his collar, which looked very much like a choker in its currently stretched state. "It's the best present Kairi ever gave me. Way better than those sardine flavored treats she brought that one time. Yech, I thought I was going to throw up."

Confusion replaced any of the astonishment Sora felt. His mind went into a loop in which he recalled Kairi giving that collar to his cat, Dyne, then matching that image to the feline boy before him � also called Dyne - who claimed to have been gifted that same trinket from none other than Kairi. It was clear what was being insinuated here, but Sora refused to comprehend it. Instead of trying to understand, he focused on the fact that this person seemed to like rummaging through his room. "And that's my chain! Riku gave me the pieces for it and I made it myself."

With a curious look, Dyne uncurled the chain in question from his shoulder and examined its metal links, which were artistically rendered as little crowns. "Riku's got good taste, for a lamer. Bet those guys have this imprinted on their faces, heh heh."

"Give that to me!"

"Alright alright, don't be so whiny. I was just borrowing it for a while." Before Sora could say anything else, Dyne tossed the chain over the brunette's head and jerked hard enough to force him to stagger closer. While Sora was busy catching his balance, Dyne dumped the loose ends of the chain down the collar of Sora's shirt. "There, all yours." Looking rather smug, Dyne spun on the heels of his bare feet and began to walk in the direction of Sora's home.

Sora was momentarily stunned by Dyne's strange behavior, but quickly recovered when he saw the weird boy heading for his porch. Dyne would have been physically prevented from walking to Sora's house if it weren't for the fact that he was still completely naked. Sora was forced to keep a respectable two feet of distance away from the bare ass and slinky tail that was sauntering in front of him. "Where do you think you're going?"

"What's it look like? The kitchen. I'm starving." To Sora's horror, Dyne didn't hesitate to open the door to his house and maneuver in the direction of the kitchen with familiarity.

"Are you crazy? You don't have any clothes! What if mom sees you?" Sora's voice lowered to a hiss as he doggedly followed the blonde through the house, senses alert for any indication that his mother could be around.

"You never had a problem with me being naked before." Another sly smile appeared as Dyne rounded the kitchen table and turned around, as if to flaunt the goods located at the front of his body. "You should try being naked more often, Sora. You look good that way."

An embarrassed blush colored Sora's cheeks and the bridge of his nose a livid red. Once again, his mind was drawn to his cat, which he had doubtlessly undressed in front of many times. Still, it was just not possible for his cat and this guy to be one and the same, and he was getting angry at the way he was being teased. His hands slammed on the kitchen table in frustration. "Will you stop talking that way! You are not my cat!"

Dyne narrowed his eyes in response to the hostility, but before he could say anything about it the doorbell rang. A look of horror came over Sora's face, but Dyne didn't stick around to see it. Instead, the catboy bounded in the direction of the window and shoved the curtain aside to see who it was. Upon spotting Riku milling on the porch, the triangular ears atop Dyne's head flattened to the sides. "Oh. It's just Mr. Wanna Be Perfect."

Rushing to the window, Sora pulled the second half of the curtain aside so that he could see for himself. Sure enough, there was Riku waiting on the porch with an air of impatience. Judging by the blue and white windbreakers and jacket he was wearing, Riku had come straight from track practice. Great, of all times to give him a "talk," it would have to be while there was a crazy guy with cat ears and a tail running naked around the house.

Then again, perhaps Riku's presence would give Sora a little leverage. "You're in for it now. When I tell Riku what a weirdo you are, he'll help me kick you out."

"What's the matter Sora?" Dyne asked with the slightest hint of lascivious and a sideways stare. "Can't handle me on your own?" His tailed flicked challengingly as Sora began stalking towards the front door without giving him an answer. However, before the other boy was out of earshot, Dyne added in a wry voice. "Of course you can! Just like you handled those guys that were here 15 minutes ago. Make sure you tell Riku about that too."

That last statement caused Sora to halt and grit his teeth with disdain. He did owe this guy some hospitality, didn't he? "You just wait there ok?" He said in a cooler tone of voice. After a moment's thought, he turned a glare in the catboy's direction. "And put on some clothes!"

Despite the order, Dyne gave Sora an odd smile. His yellow tail swirled in restless and fluid to and fro movements that were reminiscent of what Sora's cat would do when something interesting was being dangled in front of it.

An impatient knock made Sora rush the rest of the way to the front door. He barely made it down the hallway when Riku decided to forget being polite and simply try to get inside himself. He managed to open the unlocked door halfway before Sora blocked entry to his house by wedging his body against the doorframe. With his legs spread and hands planted against the walls, Sora's half-assed attempt at an easygoing smile was rather unconvincing.

Riku arched a brow at the fact that he obviously wasn't wanted inside the house. "Are you still mad?"

"Mad?" For a moment, Sora didn't know what Riku was talking about. After his encounter with Reno and the appearance of the strange boy, the argument with Riku had completely slipped his mind. Now that he was reminded, it didn't feel as important anymore. "Oh that? Of course not! You're just looking out for me, right?" Sora continued to display a teeth-filled, scary grin.

Riku was far from being fooled. He figured that Sora was acting this way because didn't want to talk to him, not because there was a strange guest in the house. "Look, I'm really sorry. I know what today is. I just thought that since it's been such a long time that you would have gotten over it by now."

"I'm fine," Sora answered with just a bit more force than he initially intended, "really. It's just another Monday."

"I see." After a moment's pause, Riku added in a more solemn tone. "You're not the only one that misses him."

Silence fell after that admittance, and Sora's eyes strayed away, unwilling to meet his best friend's. Hearing something so personal from Riku made him regret trying to keep the secret in the house from him.

Unfortunately, Sora's body language always gave him away. Especially to Riku, who had years of practice in reading his best friend's emotions. "What's wrong Sora? Did something happen?" Riku did no need Sora to answer; the way his best friend bit his lip said it all. "I heard talk about the Turks making a move today. Because of what happened in the lunchroom, I thought they would come to you. I came here as fast as I could."

Bingo. The slight widening of Sora's eyes indicated that Riku had hit the mark. "Oh that? Well.. they did come." Sora folded his arms across his chest with an air of rebellion. Clearly, he didn't take well to the fact that so many people seemed to think that he needed saving lately. "It was Reno, Reeve and Rude."

"All three?" A surprised frown marred Riku's face. If there were three Turks all together, then they were definitely planning more than a mere brawl. "And?"

"Somebody helped me."

"Who?" Aquamarine eyes narrowed at Sora. There weren't too many people who would stand up to the Turks, whoever it was had to be pretty crazy.

"A friend."

"Somebody I know?" For some reason, Riku felt vaguely threatened by the way Sora was withholding the person's name from him.

"Maybe."

"Well whatever, whoever it is better be used to watching their back. Reno is a real revenge freak."

"If I survived this long, so can he." Sora then proceeded to gripe in an unintelligible mutter about spilling orange soda on Reno's shoes. Just one slip on a patch of spilled milk and he was marked for life. Shaking his head, Sora's attention returned to Riku with a lax smile. "So you see, you didn't have to come running from track practice to save me. I had everything under control."

Somehow, Riku doubted that. "Really. Well, since you're so grown up now, I guess I'll be heading back to my house. Got homework to do." Riku turned away from Sora's porch and began walking off. It was a familiar scene between the two of them, Riku faked interest in leaving and Sora always stopped him at two paces with a return barb or a lazy mention of eating all of his chocolate bars himself. Over the years they had gotten pretty creative over the excuses used to pull them back towards each other.

Therefore, it was surprising when he heard Sora's "See you later," as well as the closing of the front door behind him.

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When Sora returned to the kitchen, it was to find Dyne seated on the windowsill and watching Riku's leave with a rather unfriendly look. One of his cat ears cocked in Sora's direction, while the other pointed outside as if able to hear noises from beyond the windowpane. "You spend entirely too much time with that guy."

"So," responded Sora with a mild frown. He was very thankful to see that Dyne had decided to put on a pair of blue flannel boxers, which he recognized as stolen from his dresser. They were slung low on the blonde's hips, giving his tail freedom to move as it pleased. Now that Dyne wasn't naked, Sora was no longer intimidated into keeping his distance. He began to creep towards the catboy, driven by natural curiosity. "So... Dyne... what part of the islands are you from?"

"I'm not from these islands," Dyne responded absently. He had yet to take his gaze off Riku, who had turned into a little pinprick in the distance by now.

"The mainland then? California?" Sora's eyes tracked towards the catboy's furry yellow tail, which was dangling to the floor and swaying ever so slightly.

"California!" The feline boy burst into laughter, which finally made him cease boring holes into Riku's back. "Isn't that on the other side of this planet?"

"Just a guess," Sora murmured, just before he got close enough to grab Dyne's tail and gave it a yank.

The reaction was instantaneous. Dyne let out an animalistic hiss that was simultaneous with the lightening fast reflex of turning around and clawing at Sora's wrist with his nails. Pain caused the overly curious boy to let go of the tail and leap back a step while cradling his wrist.

Dyne was holding his tail in a similar manner with both hands; a tragic expression of disbelief on his face. "What did you do that for? My poor tail!"

"It's real," Sora breathed, his eyes completely wide as he stared at Dyne. The mild scratch on his hand was forgotten in light of this new discovery. "You really are a... a.."

"Of course I am!" With a miffed expression, Dyne hopped off the windowsill and was careful to keep his tail as far away from Sora as possible. "You act like you've never seen a cat walk on two legs before."

"I haven't!" Sora reached out to touch the triangular ears on Dyne's head, but the catboy flattened them away from his fingertips and hopped of his reach with a wary look. "I'm not gonna pull. I just wanted to..."

Although he still looked distrusting, Dyne put himself back in Sora's reach while folding his arms across his bare chest. Tentatively, Sora reached forward and gently touched the fuzzy tufts, tracing them down to where they merged into a scalp buried beneath gold locks. After a few moments, Dyne relaxed with the touching, and his next comment was accompanied with a slight smile. "Those always were your favorite part."

At first, Sora didn't understand what Dyne was talking about, but then he realized that the catboy was referring to all the times he poked his cat's ears to make them flick. Sora was appalled to realize that he had teased his pet many times while taking for granted that the creature couldn't really talk or do anything back. "Why didn't you tell me before?"

"I couldn't," Dyne answered simply. His ears flattened against the sides of his skull when Sora's fingers neared a sensitive spot. "I was going to tell you today, but those guys kind of messed up my plans."

"It was because you were hurt, wasn't it?" Sora deduced. That made sense to him; he remembered how injured Dyne had been when he first found him. "What happened? I found you all alone in an island nobody goes to. It looked like something blew up."

"Don't remind me." A look of chagrin came to Dyne's face in remembrance. "The retros blew up when I was attempting a crash landing. Couldn't slow the ship down for nothing when I entered the atmosphere. I thought I was a pancake for sure." A pause came when he noticed Sora looking at him weird. "What?"

"You came from outer space?" Sora had an odd expression on his face, as if he didn't know whether he wanted to run, jump for joy or scream. His voice turned into a strained squeak. "You're an alien?"

"An alien? If you were on MY world, you'd be called the alien." Dyne jabbed a finger into the center of Sora's chest, causing the poor boy to stagger back from a flash of pain. Dyne's nails were over a centimeter long. Thankfully, they weren't wickedly curved or as sharp as when he was a cat; instead they had a blunted, square edge to them that looked well manicured and feminine. However, they still managed to do some damage, as evidenced by the red marks now coloring Sora's wrist and chest.

"Same thing," Sora groused as he massaged the place where he had been poked. "But if you're not from around here, then what are you doing here?"

"Don't want to talk about it," Dyne answered cryptically.

Sora pouted at that answer, but he supposed he could understand why Dyne wouldn't want to talk about it. His ship had exploded after all. "Alright. Then when are you going back?"

"I can't go back. My ship was totaled." As if losing interest in the conversation, Dyne began to wander restlessly around the kitchen.

"What about your family? Or your friends? Isn't someone going to come for you?"

"They'll never find me." Instead of looking devastated at the thought of never seeing any of his relatives ever again, Dyne seemed pleased that no one from his world would be locating him on Destiny Islands. The thought obviously put him in a good mood, because a sudden grin was turned in Sora's direction. "Well? Aren't you going to feed me?"

Sora's brows knitted together in a frown. "You've got two hands. You know where everything else. Get the food yourself."

"That's not the way it goes." Dyne gave Sora an imperious look, as if he were lecturing a kid on how to properly wash their hands. "I'm your pet, and you're supposed to feed me."

"Are you crazy! You can't be my pet, you're an alien! Aliens can't be pets!"

"You made an oath to your first generation familiar that you would take care of me. Are you going to taint your honor?"

Sora stared while he tried to make sense of what the alien just said. "You mean my mom?" That must have been what Dyne was talking about, since that was the only person he'd made any recent promises to. "That was different! You're a kid just like me. Well maybe not just like me, but--"

"I'm still your cat," Dyne asserted with an upward tilt of his chin, as if it were a source of pride to be considered Sora's pet. "Does this form bother you so much?"

Before Sora could answer, Dyne's body was engulfed in a soft ivory glow. Stepping back with surprise, Sora watched with wide-eyed wonder as the catboy's frame disappeared into a silhouette of shimmering white. His form then began to shrink and shift until it became the outline of an ordinary cat, and the light faded to reveal the regular fuzzball that Sora had become acquainted with for the past month.

"Dyne?" Incredulous, Sora scrambled to his hands and knees so that he could peer closer at the cat. It was hard to reconcile this creature with the boy he had seen moments before. "How can you�"

The cat settled down on its haunches and curled its tail around its rabbit-like feet. Beneath its paws were the flannel shorts that Dyne had previously been wearing. As if in answer to Sora's inquiry, it let out a high pitched mewl, one that Sora recognized to mean hunger.

Just then, the hallway was filled with the noise of the front door opening and the footsteps of Sora's mother. She bustled into the kitchen with a harried air, a bright smile alighting on her face when she saw her son. "What are you doing on the floor honey? Pretending you're a cat?"

Dyne ignored Sora in favor of his mother, who was approached with baleful eyes and numerous mewls for food.

"Sora, did you feed him? He sounds like he's starving!" Without a pause in her movements, Sora's mother went to the spice cabinet and pulled it open. She began shoving around the various ingredients inside with impatience.

Sora pulled himself from the floor and shifted his gaze from his cat to his rushing mother. "You going to your boyfriend's house?"

His mother let out a gleeful laugh. "We were going to make vanilla pudding today, and would you believe that I made it all the way to the ferry without the vanilla?" The woman finally located the aforementioned vanilla, which was held up for Sora in an absent gesture. The cabinet was then closed and soon she was dashing back out the way she came. "I have to hurry, the whole boat is waiting for me. Be good!" On her way past Sora, she pecked a small kiss to his cheek. "And feed the cat."

It was all Sora could do to helplessly watch his mom breeze out of their home; too fast to be told about the kind of day Sora had been having. Now she would never know how Sora had to deal with his friends being picked on, his fights with Riku, his scuffle with the Turks, or the fact that they had been living with an alien catboy.

Letting out a defeated sigh, Sora fell into the routine of preparing a bottle of milk for Dyne to keep from going insane. As usual, once the preparations were done, he barely had time to settle on the couch before the cat hopped onto his lap. Sora was startled him into a slight jump when he felt paws on his legs since he now knew that his pet wasn't anything out of the ordinary. "Are you just going to stay that way?"

No significant answers came from Dyne. He was as innocuous as any housecat that was more interested in the food in his owner's hands than anything else. Sora's brows furrowed a bit, and it was with unnecessary carefulness that he turned his pet onto its back. As per usual, the cat was comfortable with the change in position and waited for its meal with its tail curled up between its legs.

While Dyne lapped at the milk, Sora brows continued to knit in worry. "You really can't stay here. What will my mom say when she finds out? Or my friends? Kairi is going to be so freaked out."

A glow seized possession of the feline on Sora's lap, and he was powerless to do anything but lean away as his cat's figure faded to white and elongated. When the transformation was done, Dyne's human form was stretched luxuriantly across the couch and his head was cradled in Sora's arm. His tail was still tucked between his legs, its tip left to rest placidly against his flat stomach. When Dyne spoke, his words were muffled since he refused to detach himself from the bottle of milk. "They'll get over it. It's not that big of a deal."

"Yes it is!" Sora was so intent on this conversation that he didn't realize that he was nursing a grown boy as if he were a baby. "If people found out you were an alien, they might take you away and do weird experiments on you. That's what happens on TV all the time."

"Ah, the television. It was instrumental in helping me know your language. Fine, I won't tell anyone your little secret." There was a twinkling in Dyne's eyes, as if he was finding this entire situation very amusing.

Sensing that Dyne wasn't taking him very seriously, Sora pouted and let his eyes stray downwards out of habit, but then he quickly brought his gaze back up when he saw something he didn't want to see at the corner of his vision. "You're naked again!"

"What do you mean again? I was naked as a cat too." If anything, Dyne's mirth grew tenfold, evidenced by the way the tip of his tail began to playfully tap against his abdomen.

"Look, if you're going to stay hidden, you can't attract attention to yourself. You either stay as a cat, or wear clothes when you're a person, ok?"

"Fair enough." Silence lapsed after that agreement, which was occasionally broken by the sound of air bubbles creeping through the milk. Dyne swallowed eagerly, giving truth to the hungry mewls he had bellowed at Sora and his mother.

At this point, it finally occurred to Sora how odd this situation was. Discomfort made him focus on anything except the slender body on his lap, and eventually he found himself feigning interest for the blank television. He kept this up for two minutes until a foreign hand caught his cheek and forced him to return his gaze to Dyne. "What?" He asked in confusion at the gesture.

"Look at me," Dyne said in quiet demand.

"Why?" Sora asked; his eyes locking with the cerulean ones before him. They were still very pretty with their hints of deeper blue hidden against the edges of the pupil. Dyne had brown eyelashes, a color that was absent from his head of blonde hair but reminiscent of the mascara lines of his cat form.

"Because that's what you always do."

Realizing that this was true made Sora feel a little weird. Things were different before, cats were meant to be admired for their beauty and cuteness, alien boys were not. Thankfully, his pet hadn't asked to be petted as well.

When the bottle was emptied, Dyne settled it on the end table and closed his eyes with a contented expression of satiety. Sora began to feel restless since he was used to just picking up his cat and setting it aside whenever it got sleepy after its dinner. He decided to start up more conversation before Dyne figured out that he was feeling uncomfortable. "So what's your world like?"

One of Dyne's eyes opened lazily at the question. "I'll tell you later. I'm sleepy."

"You're still lazy," Sora lamented with a skywards look of exasperation. Apparently, he could expect there to be many similarities between his cat and the person before him now, although he had yet to completely accept that the two were truly one and the same.

"A cat's got to sleep," Dyne answered, though it seemed the lethargy that plagued him suddenly lifted. Shifting until he was sideways, the alien began to gnaw on the shirt covering Sora's belly.

"Hey, cut that out!" Sora wrestled his shirt out of Dyne's teeth before he chewed a hole through his clothing. It was cute yet annoying when he did it as a cat, now it was just plain annoying. When Sora felt a tongue lash against an exposed corner of his stomach, he lost all sense of propriety and abruptly stood up, causing his strange house guest to fall off his lap.

Luckily, the feline boy nimbly landed on toes of his feet instead of face planting on the floor. "You don't like playing with me anymore?" Dyne asked with an incredulous air, as if Sora was the weird one for suddenly not wanting to engage in any of their old games.

"It's not that, I just.. I'm tired, and there's school tomorrow." It was only partially true. Sora didn't want to play with Dyne as if nothing had changed. He needed some time to adjust.

Evidently, Sora didn't need to say anything else. Dyne bounded forward and coiled his hands around Sora's neck, then leaned in close enough to brush their cheeks together in an affectionate nuzzle. The hair nearest to Sora's ear was disturbed by air from a breezy and suggestive whisper, "Then let's go to bed, Sora."

Then, Dyne rapidly shrank to his cat figure and emerged from the transformation hanging from Sora's neck by his claws. Wincing, the boy brought his arms beneath his pet to support it before it tore bigger holes into his shirt. "Why do you have to be so weird?"

His cat's ears flattened against the sides of its cranium. "Oh right, because you're an alien," Sora muttered aloud as he walked to his bedroom. Dyne was placed inside his basket and Sora went on to change into his pajamas -- though he did so in the bathroom instead of out in the open like usual. Once he was dressed, he returned to the room and glanced back at the basket again, only to find Dyne staring back at him. His cat looked deceptively innocent settled into the blankets as it was.

"Why me?" Sora flopped into his bed, wondering if he would be able to get any sleep tonight with an alien catboy sitting across the room from him. In an attempt to comfort himself, he turned onto his side so that his back was to the basket. Although he fell quiet after saying those words, his thoughts continued to repeat them over and over in his head.

Why me.

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Sunshine spilled through the curtains on Tuesday morning, illuminating the supine figure on the bed. After a fitful night, Sora had finally managed to fall into a troubled sleep. When the merciless sun filtered through the curtain slats and burned behind his eyes, he sleepily turned his face away in a desperate attempt to cling to the last vestiges of his dreams.

Distantly, he felt the mattress dip beneath a weight, and somewhere his mind registered that Dyne had come for his morning harassment. Nevertheless, he could not move his limbs, nor was he bothered enough to care about the cat prowling over the sheets. There was a sense that something was different, but already his dreams were dragging him back to the world of oblivion.

Something soft touched Sora's chin, and although it was not furry, it was as gentle and light as other morning nudges he'd experienced. It was skin to skin contact, and it was a source of tingling warmth that traveled upwards and brushed the corners of his lips on a meandering path to his cheeks. Deep rumbling accompanied the ministrations and lulled Sora into a peaceful state, even as he turned his head away in protest of the caresses. The nuzzling slid over his temple and inevitably traced a path to his ear, where the purring was heard even louder. Then, a moist mouth contoured against the whorl of his auricle, sending a blast of tingling alertness down his spine.

Sora jolted awake, a hand flying to quickly cover his ear. Dyne was hovering over him, a very human Dyne whose arms and legs were propped on both sides of startled boy. His tail hung loosely over his rear, as did other things from his very bare body. The sun made the highlights stand out in his blonde hair and triangular ears, giving him an almost ethereal look that was at odds with the mischievous smile on his face. "Rise and shine Sora~."

A choked noise croaked its way out of Sora's mouth as he scrambled backwards away from Dyne. In his rush to get away, he ended up banging his head against the headboard. "Ow!"

"I guess that's one way to wake up," commented Dyne wryly as he lowered himself onto the spot that his victim just vacated.

While Sora was sleeping, he managed to convince himself that everything that happened yesterday was part of some crazy dream. However, with Dyne right there lying demurely on his bed, reality hit him full force. As Sora rubbed his tingling ear, he glowered at the figure lounging in front of him. "Why do you do that!"

"Because I like this spot. You keep it warm for me." A content look came over Dyne's face as he turned over onto his back and peered at Sora upside down. His arms were coiled behind his knees, which were folded up until they touched his chest. The catboy appeared to be quite flexible.

"Not that. I mean why do you wake me up the way you do?" Conceding the bed to Dyne, Sora pushed away the last of the blankets from his body and jumped off the mattress.

"Because I like to," Dyne answered with an innocent smile.

Sora shook his head as he rummaged through the closet for his clothes. "Of all the aliens I end up, why do I get stuck with the crazy one?" After getting his things together, Sora walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind him, eager for an excuse to have some space between him and the catboy after such a strange awakening.

"Something tells me that he's not adjusting very well," murmured Dyne to the now empty bedroom room.

Sora felt much better after taking a long, cool shower. However, when he closed the tap and stepped out of the tub, he discovered that his clothes and towel were once again missing. With growing horror, he finally realized who was responsible for always moving his things. Just to confirm his suspicions, he opened the bathroom door a crack and peeked outside. Sure enough, he spotted Dyne on the bed picking through his stolen clothing, which was strewn on the blonde's lap. "Give. Me. My. Clothes!"

"What do I get to wear for school?" Asked Dyne, completely ignoring the other boy's tone of voice. Sora's shorts were lifted upwards so that he could peer through the one of the pant legs.

"No way. There's no way you're going to school with me."

"Why not?"

"What would you know about going to school? Besides, you can't just walk in and say you're a student. You have to have papers, and your parents have to meet the principal, and then school isn't exactly free you know. Everyone will be suspicious of you."

"On the contrary, I have learned a thing or two about your mentoring system from your television. It is very similar to my own training, except it is not one on one. I suppose it is more economical to fit a number of humans into one classroom. Besides, as interesting as your room is, it gets boring in here."

"Trust me, school is way more boring than my house. Now give me my clothes!"

"No, I think I like them." Dyne grinned as he hugged the fabrics to his chest, his yellow tail flicking with playful challenge. "They smell like you."

"I said give me my clothes!"

"Come and get them." Dyne's grin turned mischievous.

"I'm completely naked!"

"So am I." At Sora's glowering, Dyne added in a lilting voice. "You're so shy Sora! Like a newborn kitten."

Shy?! Sora's ego had suffered a blow. A scowling pout took possession of his lips, and after a few moments of deliberation, he stepped out from behind the door. Shyly placing his hands over his nether regions, he began to inch his way towards Dyne and his clothing.

To make matters worse, the feline boy began to make a sultry sound in the back of his throat as he watched Sora approach, his eyes taking in every inch of Sora's dripping wet body without embarrassment. "Why cover your best part?" He asked with a lingering look over the fingers barely disguising precious family jewels beneath.

A livid flush colored Sora's cheeks, the mortification of it all nearly making him stop completely in his tracks. "Because you're not supposed to see it."

"But I have seen it."

"That was different! I thought you were just a cat."

"How many times do we have to go over this?" An unhappy look came over Dyne's face, accompanied with the agitated swish of his tail. "I'm still the same cat, so stop treating me so different."

Before Sora could really think on that comment, the doorbell rang. Great, because of his little standoff with Dyne, he had completely forgotten about Kairi's usual morning visit.

"Kairi!" Cried the catboy as if someone had just announced that it was Christmas in July. Dyne bounded off the bed, scattering Sora's now forgotten clothes as he ran in the direction of the front door.

"No no, wait!" Afraid that Dyne had completely forgotten about the circumstances of their situation, Sora scrambled for the abandoned towel and tugged it around his waist while he chased his erstwhile alien houseguest. By the time he caught up with him, Dyne had already thrown aside the latches of the front door.

He grabbed the blonde's arm, but it was already too late. The door had been unlocked, and Kairi, upon hearing the scuffle beyond the barrier, was curious enough to push the door open the rest of the way. The sight that was revealed to her made a surprised gasp burst from her mouth: Sora practically naked and holding his quite normal looking cat by its little arm.

"Sora! How can you hold him that way, you'll break his arm!" Kairi immediately stepped inside and rescued Dyne from Sora, who looked as if he'd just swallowed something unpleasant. "Stop roughhousing so much with Dyne, he just finished healing from broken ribs."

Sora shot his cat a mean glare. "He seems fine nowadays. Like brand new.."

After cooing over the "poor" cat, Kairi glanced up at Sora and truly noticing his state of undress for the first time. She looked away with a light blush to her cheeks. "You didn't have to rush to open the door, I would have waited."

Realizing that he had nothing but a towel around his waist, Sora uttered a "be right back" before dashing to his bedroom. When he was finally fully clothed, he returned to Kairi, only to be horrified over the fact that she was sitting at the kitchen table and fluttering kisses all over Dyne, who was sucking up all the attention like a sponge. "Don't kiss him!"

Kairi paused in her actions to give Sora a strange look. "Why not?"

"....Because....." The boy faltered as he tried to think of a good excuse that wouldn't make him look stupid. "...He's got fleas!"

"Fleas?" Kairi repeated incredulously, before turning a sympathetic look to the cat. "I knew we should have given him baths. You poor thing!"

Before Kairi could get any further with her cuddling, Sora cleared his throat and began heading towards to the door. "Well, time to go! Don't want to be late for school."

"Late? But it's still really early." Nevertheless, Kairi picked up her backpack and rushed so that she didn't lag too far behind Sora.

"Better safe than sorry." Sora opened the door for the girl so that she would be the first to step outside. Then he turned to Dyne, who had padded down the hallway after them in the familiar "don't leave me" pose with his tail drooping to the floor. "Stay," Sora commanded in the most firm voice he had ever used with the cat, before closing the door behind him.

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Throughout school, Sora couldn't keep his mind focused on anything. It kept straying towards the alien in his house, who was probably doing god knows what while he was stuck in class. What was he going to do with Dyne? He said his ship was destroyed, and he obviously had no intentions of going back to where he came from. So then what? Was Dyne going to stay in Sora's house forever? How long was he going to keep this secret? Around and around Sora's thoughts went, yet he could not come up with any viable solution to his problems.

It didn't help that geometry was going at its usual brain-melting crawl. When class was interrupted by a knock on the door, the students welcomed the break in monotony. Their teacher, Ms. Mizuno, excused herself to answer it with a bemused expression. The school was so small that unscheduled interruptions such as this one were rare. When she stepped out into the hallway, the students in the front row strained to hear snatches of the conversation going on outside the classroom. The most they could make out was "Oh my, nobody told me. I wasn't expecting something like this."

Eventually, Ms. Mizuno return to the classroom followed by a young boy dressed in green and blue Bermudas, a matching baseball cap, a white shirt that dropped past the waistband of his low slung shorts and a pair of brown sandals. His clothing looked very familiar to Sora, and when the kid turned to face the classroom, his mouth dropped completely open.

"Ahem, students, I would like you to welcome Dyne. Apparently, his papers got lost in the mail coming in from the mainland, so this is a bit of a surprise to the school. He came all the way from California, so it would be nice if one of you could give him a tour. Dyne, you may pick any seat that you like."

"Don't mind if I do." Dyne grinned sweetly, and that smile was all for Sora as evidenced by the way his eyes tracked in his direction. He walked up between the rows of students and then plopped himself down on a seat beside the gaping brown haired boy.

"I notice that you did not bring any books," the teacher stated upon giving Dyne an assessing look.

"Books? Oh right. You see, I had them all delivered to my house but then my luggage was lost at the airport. Don't worry though, I know someone who has all their classes with me and will be willing to share their textbooks."

"My condolences, that must have been quite an experience. I do hope you'll be able to keep up until you acquire new books. Now everyone, back to the Pythagorean theorem!" Ms. Mizuno returned to her lesson with an enthusiasm that wasn't shared by her students.

Meanwhile, Sora continued to stare at Dyne, an expression of disbelief still planted on his face. The alien returned the look with a lax smile, and blew a kiss.

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"This better be remotely interesting," drawled Rufus in a bored voice. It was lunchtime, and he had been dragged away from his usual circle of friends by the three sorry looking Turks in front of him.

Reno, Reeve, and Rude stood before the student council president in various states of disarray. Reno wore white medical tape over his nose, Reeve's jaw had bandages that didn't quite cover the livid bruise beneath his chin, and Rude just looked ashamed.

"We couldn't do what you requested yesterday," muttered Reno with barely checked anger.

Rufus let out a small snort of laughter. "I can see that from your.. accessories. You couldn't handle a skinny little sophomore?"

"He wasn't alone!" Reno's eyes flashed with sudden anger. "He was with this.. this blonde headed kid. The guy totally ambushed us."

"And he was crazy," added Reeve, humiliation returning with the remembrance of how badly the fight had gone. "He came at us completely naked, and wearing this weird cat ears and tail costume. If we weren't so surprised we'd have shown him."

"So you got your butts kicked by some naked blonde weirdo?" Reno ran a hand through his perfectly sculpted hair with an air of dismissal. "I am not impressed, boys."

"It's not like he was unarmed. He was using this chain -- what the hell are you bothering me for?" Reno flashed Rude a dirty look, who had interrupted his explanation by poking his side. Upon receiving Reno's attention, Rude gestured down the hallway. The ponytailed boy shifted his gaze in that direction; a mixed look of shock and anger lighting his face when he spied what the problem was. "That's him!"

Rufus turned an idle stare towards the source of all the commotion. Sure enough, there was Dyne, who was currently being pushed in the direction of the bathroom by a frantic looking Sora. A mental assessment was made of the new boy: acceptable good looks, athletic physique, and a chip on his shoulder. Perhaps he had potential to be a problem after all. "That's it?" Reno began to walk away from the trio. "If he's that much trouble, then keep an eye on him. And please," he paused to look over his shoulder and deliver the last half of his sentence. "Try not to be seen with me until you are presentable again."

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As soon as lunch rolled around, Sora pushed Dyne into the nearest bathroom so that they could have a "talk." Once they entered the boy's lavatory, Sora checked the stalls to make sure they were all alone while a bemused Dyne poked around the urinals. "Everything here is so primitive," the blonde murmured as he peered down one of the drains.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" Once he was positive that they were all alone, Sora wheeled around and began shouting at the top of his lungs. "I TOLD YOU TO STAY HOME!!!!"

"Calm down, I can hear you just fine." Dyne took off his baseball cap, revealing the two fuzzy ears atop his head. He massaged the interior of one of them, as if Sora's shouting had hurt it. His tail also crept out from beneath his shirt, where it had been wrapped around his waist all day. "Finally, my tail was getting cramped."

"Dyne! Do you realize what you just did? Now everyone is going to be curious about you! They're going to be asking questions, they're going to want to know who your parents are, they're going to --"

"I've got it all figured out," Dyne interrupted. He idly spun the baseball cap around his finger. "My parents know your parents. They're old college buddies. They sent me here ahead of them to stay with you."

"But my mom --"

"--Is never home." Dyne grinned as if he were winning a game. "She won't be around to answer any questions. Is it normal for earth mothers to stay out so long?"

"But you're wearing my clothes!" Sora ignored Dyne's question in favor of his own. "What will people say?"

"Hey, my luggage was stolen remember? It's not my fault we'll be sharing underwear for a while." Dyne folded his arms across his chest with a look of triumph on his face.

His argument was too good for Sora, who had resorted to pouting angrily. Reaching out, he poked Dyne's shoulder hard enough to make the alien flinch. "Alright, you listen. You say you're still the same cat. That means that I own you and you have to do what I say. And I'm telling you to go home right now. It's for your own good!"

When he tried to poke Dyne again, the catboy reached out and caught the wrist of the offending finger. "What kind of cat would I be if I didn't protect you?"

"Huh?" That stopped Sora's tirade. He watched dumbfounded as Dyne reached inside his pockets and withdrew the same chain he'd borrowed the day before. This was pressed into Sora's palm.

"That red haired dumbass will keep bothering you won't he? At least the next time you'll be armed, and he'll think twice before going through me again. It's the least I can do for you, after everything you've done for me. So while we're home, I'm your cat, but out here, I'm your bodyguard." A companionable smile spread over Dyne's lips.

"I could have handled it on my own," muttered Sora with a defiant frown.

"Of course you could have," murmured Dyne as he stalked forwards, indulging Sora's claims while intruding his personal space. He lifted himself on his toes to reach Sora's cheeks and nuzzle them with his own. "Mrr.. pet me."

Sora urked as he leapt away from Dyne, who looked rather miffed at having his demand turned down. "You're crazy! We're supposed to be at lunch. Come on, hurry up and hide your ears and tail. Everyone's probably waiting."

Dyne glared for a few moments longer, before placing his baseball cap back on his head. He seemed to like wearing it backward despite the way his hair spilled through the little window and curved up from beneath the brim. His oversized shirt was lifted to allow his tail to wrap around his waist, and when it was dropped back over his hips, he looked like a perfectly normal kid again. The entire process of redisguising himself was accompanied by a petulant expression.

"Don't be that way. We had a deal for this too."

"Yah yah," Dyne muttered as he followed Sora out of the door.

Once outside, they made their way to the lunch table where most of the sophomores were already gathered. Sora took his usual seat beside Kairi, but was forced to scoot over when his tagalong "friend" practically poured himself into the minimal two inches of space leftover between Kairi and himself.

"Hiiiiiiii Kairi," cooed Dyne as he planted an elbow on the table and rudely leaned into the girl's personal space. Sora shot him a dirty look from beside him.

"Uhm.." Kairi leaned away from the new kid, as if touching him would transfer some incurable disease to her person. "Hi... Dyne right? You know it's funny, Sora has a cat named Dyne."

"Does he really?" Dyne answered innocently, while smiling a little too happily at her. "He must be a really handsome pet."

"Sora, did you hear?" Tidus piped up from across the table, eyes wide with excitement. "Reno and Reeves got beat up! They've got bandages all over their faces. It is SO funny. I wish I knew who did it."

"Actually," began Sora uncomfortably.

"Hah. Next time, they'll be lucky if bandages are the only things they escape with, " said Dyne haughtily. Beside him, Kairi looked relieved not to be the center of his attention anymore.

"No way." Tidus focused an awed stare at the new boy. "It was you? HOLD THE PHONE! I've to shake your hand!" Propping a knee on the tabletop, Tidus ignored the stares of his classmates as he leaned forwards and clasped Dyne's hand. "You have to tell me all about it! Leave no detail out!"

Sora bit back a groan as Dyne launched into a semi-fabricated story of how he happened to stumble on Sora as he was being cornered by a group of Turks and saved the day against ten knives, two baseball bats and bad weather.

Even Tidus knew that the story had been embellished, but he didn't care since the result was the same. The Turks had lost to an underclassman. "Whoa. Sora, how do you know this guy?"

Once again, Sora wasn't even allowed to talk. Dyne wrapped an arm around the boy's neck and pulled him close, much to Sora's chagrin. "Our parents are great friends! They said I could stay with Sora until they move to the island. So you'll be seeing us together a lot."

Sora wondered if it were possible to commit suicide with his plastic fork right now.

"Guuuuys!" Selphie came running to their table and planted her hands on its surface hard enough to make their trays to rattle. "Sign ups are ready! Kairi." She gave the red headed girl a dramatic glare. "You HAVE to sign up for cheerleading."

"Cheerleading?" Kairi's face contorted with a sour look. "What do I want to be a cheerleader for?"

"Because! You are running for homecoming princess and that is the fastest way to get popular."

"I don't know the first thing about cheerleading."

"It's easy! You jump around like an idiot and shout "GO RIKU!" Come on! We've gotta show that Elena that we're not scared of her!"

Biting her lip, Kairi steeled her resolve and stood up to join...... cheerleading. She had the haunting feeling that she was making the biggest mistake of her life.

"Weren't you going to join something Sora?" Asked Tidus as he stood up as well.

"Oh yah." With Dyne distracting him so much, Sora completely forgot that he meant to join a sport. Knowing that he had something to look forwards to now, some of his worry abated. Sora left his seat and walked towards the sign up tables, inevitably followed by Dyne who looked curious about the whole thing.

Lounging in a chair behind the tables was Riku, who was there to answer questions for all the interested students. Upon seeing his friends' approach, he flashed a teethy grin at them. "You guys ready to sign your lives away this year?"

"Let me at 'em!" Sora said with a confident smile. Snatching up a pen, he pulled over a clipboard and signed up for the sport he finally decided on: Soccer.

Riku tilted his head to peer at the title of the board Sora picked, and smirked. "Soccer huh? It won't be the same as kicking coconuts you know."

"Good, then I won't be as sore afterwards."

Riku laughed heartily, and then his attention shifted to the blonde-headed kid that took the clipboard from Sora and started signing his name too. "You're a new face."

"Yep," replied Dyne in a clipped tone. When he finished his John Hancock, the pen was flippantly tossed to the table.

One of Riku's eyebrows raised at the newcomer's obvious attitude. "You have any experience?"

"Sora will teach me everything I need to know. After all," Dyne flashed a challenging grin at Riku. "We're good friends."

Riku stared at Dyne as he flounced away on the heels of Sora, who had moved too far away to hear their conversation. Then his attention was drawn to the commotion to his left, where Selphie was trying to convince Kairi to sign the cheerleader sheet.

"Sign it!" Demanded Selphie in a loud voice.

"Oh fine!" Kairi leaned over and scribbled her name on the paper. "There, you see? I signed it. But I can drop out anytime I want."

"You'll see!" Said Selphie with a touch of pride in her voice. "We'll show that Elena up, and then win back your pride!"

"Cheerleading's not exactly you, Kairi." Commented Riku upon witnessing the exchange.

"Well, maybe it's time for a new me then." Squaring her shoulders, Kairi shot Riku an imperious look before stalking away with Selphie.

"Everyone's gone crazy," muttered Riku to himself. Suddenly, someone snatched up a tablet from his table, and Riku shifted his gaze upward to spy Reno staring at the clipboard that Sora and Dyne had just signed. "What's up with you?" Asides from the obvious beat down Reno had recently received. It seemed that Sora's mystery friend had been very thorough. Good thing too, otherwise Riku would have been forced to put the hurt on Reno himself.

Wearing a sneer, Reno stared at the clipboard in his hands with a scheming gleam in his eyes. "Looks like I'm joining soccer."

To be continued.
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