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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.

Chapter List
- 6
- 7
- 8
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 Seven-

Sora had done a very, very bad thing. He knew with every fiber of his being that what he did to Dyne was completely unforgivable. To lock him away like that, even though his pet wanted the impossible from him, was cruel.

Although he acknowledged this, he did not take the responsible step of returning to the tool shed to at least negotiate with the alien. He rationalized that the blonde was incapable of doing more than moan or beg, so talking some sense into his pet would be out of the question. Besides, if someone caught him whispering to a mysterious, horny entity in the backyard then there would be a lot of questions to answer to.

Pushing aside all the excuses, in reality Sora was simply afraid. Something had almost happened in his bedroom that he didn't intend or clearly understand. He'd felt so open and receptive while he was seduced.. by his CAT. And it wasn't even a girl cat! Horror, shame and disgust at his own idiocy for letting things get that far made him feel sick. To make things worse, things would never be the same with Dyne ever again. Their relationship had irrevocably changed, and he didn't want to face that.

However, Sora had no choice but to deal with it one day, because sooner or later Cloud was going to open the tool shed door. To avoid the disaster of his mother's boyfriend walking in on a naked, deranged Dyne, the smart thing to have done was to move his pet to a better location. Unfortunately, this meant facing the blonde's overpowering desire again, or even worse, his wrath at being rejected so meanly. Against these options, Sora preferred risking the discovery of his cat's alienhood to putting himself beneath that avalanche.

A day passed.

In the morning, ghostly whimpering and scratching from the backyard reached Sora's ears and inflicted him with crushing guilt. He went to school to escape it, only to have his stomach churn with regret when his friends asked him where Dyne was. In answer to their questions, he said that Dyne couldn't come because he got sick. At least it was not a complete lie.

Sora purposely stayed out late because he expected his mom and Cloud to be standing on the porch with the police and a pissed off alien in handcuffs. Thankfully, this was not the case when he returned home. There were no FBI agents, the tool shed was still closed and nothing was amiss.

During a perfectly normal dinner conversation, Cloud playfully admitted that he was scared to get his surfboard while the cat was going crazy. Sora's mother, on the other hand, had been brave enough to push food and water under the door for Dyne, but the feline didn't seem to be eating.

Upon hearing this, Sora sank low in his chair.

Another day passed.

At school, Selphie argued with Tidus over whether the flu was supposed to be 24 or 48 hours long. The argument originated from a rumor that Dyne was faking his sickness to avoid the Turks. Back home, Cloud continued to resist the urge to surf, though Sora's mother had begun to seriously contemplate neutering the cat.

"It's just such a shame," she commented with a furrow of her brows. "He sounds so miserable and he won't even eat."

Sora didn't eat either. And he didn't sleep.

Day three.

Dark circles appeared beneath Sora's eyes, and it was obvious to anyone that he was depressed. People kept asking him where Dyne was, which only drove him further into his emotional sickness. When he got tired of mumbling excuses, he simply isolated himself by pretending to sleep or wandering off on his own.

After school, Sora skipped soccer practice and took a boat to the play island. Once there, he chose one of the shacks that lined the beach and closed himself in it. In his quest to avoid going home, he tucked his book bag under his head and waited the hours away. During this time, his thoughts chased themselves in circles, repeating the same things over and over again:

His cat was attracted to him sexually. He almost let him prove it. They were going to be discovered. Dyne couldn't stay in the tool shed forever. When he came out, he was going to be angry. There was no forgiveness for him.

In the end, Sora told himself that he definitely needed to do something about the situation today. However, the only option he could think of was to simply let Dyne out of the tool shed and take things from there, which he should have done three days ago. Due to his procrastination, the fallout from his actions was going to be a thousand times worse. Awareness of this fact made it extremely difficult to physically get up, go home and face the music. Yet he knew he had to do it, and he waited for his courage to build for that task.

Eventually, the sun sank, and the moon climbed high into the sky.

By the time Sora rowed back to his island, it was close to midnight. Upon approaching his home, he noticed a lack of lights; indicating that his mother and Cloud had escaped to another one of their honeymoon trips on the boat. Their absence was almost too perfect, although it didn't make the walk to the backyard any easier. When he reached the tool shed, he braced nerveless fingers against the door and timidly called for his pet.

"�Dyne..?"

Only his beating heart answered the inquiry. With trepidation and culminating worry, Sora opened the padlock and pushed the door open. Silver moonlight filtered into the shadowed interior; piercing the darkness and revealing utter emptiness. Dyne was not there. To confirm this, Sora stepped inside to make absolutely sure, and that's when it hit him: Cloud kept the keys for his boats inside the tool shed. He must have opened the door when he came to fetch them.

Immediately, Sora rushed to his house. This was it, they've been found out haven't they? Cloud must have called the police or NASA, and Dyne was probably locked in a container being prepped for weird experiments. Sora's poor, tired mind kept supplying impossible scenarios, each one more frightening than the last. Sadly, the image of his pet caught in a rush of desire had planted itself so firmly in Sora's mind that it didn't occur to him that the alien most likely morphed into a cat before his mom's boyfriend saw anything suspicious.

After rushing past the front door, Sora fumbled along the walls until he found the light switch for the living room. The illumination didn't reveal any Gestapo, but the figure that was revealed from the darkness was just as bad. Sitting stiffly on the couch was Dyne, who had been waiting for Sora's arrival with folded arms. The sight of his pet made the boy's breath catch.

Although it was obvious that Sora had arrived, Dyne refused to look at him. His expression was hard as granite; the dark smudges beneath his eyes a testimony to the three torturous days he'd spent in the tool shed. The fact that he was completely dressed - baseball cap and all - said that he was planning to go somewhere.

Since Sora wasn't doing much besides staring in stupefied silence, Dyne took it upon himself to be the first to speak. "So. You finally come home."

Wincing at the toneless voice he was addressed with, Sora forced himself to speak despite the way his throat constricted. "I was going to let you out, honest � "

"That was my first Estrus," interrupted the catboy in a voice loud enough to be heard a couple rooms over. "And you, you locked me away as if I were a common animal."

"I'm sorry," wheezed Sora; barely managing to make himself heard. There was nothing he could do and nothing he could say to make things better. He was more sorry than words could possibly convey. "I didn't know � "

"Didn't know?!" Dyne's voice bordered on hysterics. For the first time, he turned around to face Sora while his fingernails cleaved little furrows into the couch. "I have been hitting on you since before you saw me on two legs. Did you need me to stamp "I want you" on my forehead just to get you to notice?" His tail towered over his head, straight and poufed with anger. "Don't give me that bullshit that you didn't know!"

It was true, Sora had known all along. Unlike Kairi, Dyne's flirtations made it completely obvious from the beginning that he was interested. However, Sora convinced himself that the catboy's affections were all part of normal cat behavior; they all liked to rub, lick and be innocently impish. Now, he knew the folly of that presumption; Dyne had never been a normal cat, and nothing he did was ever innocent.

Caught in his lie, and it was all Sora could do to stutter, "I-I was scared.."

Scared. Yes, Dyne could see that this was true. Even now, just as he was back then, Sora was afraid of being close to him. Closing his eyes to hide his disappointment and hurt, Dyne collected his dignity, and then rose from the couch. In a voice that was deceptively soft, he spoke to Sora one last time. "Scared? Heh." A tight, grim smile was plastered on his lips as he began to walk past the still boy. "Don't worry. There's no need to be afraid anymore, because the monster is leaving. I found a way to get off this planet, and since I'm obviously not wanted, I'm gone."

Riveted to his spot with shock, Sora could only stand there while his pet breezed past him. Dyne walked to the front door with his tail arched primly behind him and his head held high with pride. There was no hesitation as he left the house and abandoned Sora to an empty living room.

Unexpectedly, tears fell from Sora's eyes and vanished into the carpeting below.

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Outside, Dyne marched straight to the docks. He had it with this watery planet and its retarded humans that were peaceful yet warlike at the same time. He had it with pretending to be someone's pet, as well as constantly hiding as if he were some kind of freak in a zoo. But most of all, he had it with having his feelings unrequited and shoved aside as if they were unimportant. If Sora would prefer jacking off in the shower instead of coming near him, then fine! Let his penis get raw and fall off, he didn't care. He was getting out of here.

Upon reaching the rows of boats that were stranded on the beach, Dyne grabbed the first available one and began to shove it into the ocean. As soon as it began to float, he hopped inside and grabbed an oar, intending to use it to push the vessel further away from land without having to wade in the water. Unfortunately, just as he jammed the oar into the sand, he looked up and saw an endless expanse of water stretching out before him.

So. Much. Water. The tufted ears beneath his hat drooped in dismay, and his skin blanched an even paler shade of white. Shit. He.. he couldn't do this!

Absolute fear made Dyne duck his head so that he wouldn't have to gaze at the horizon. Beneath the sky, the water moved like a living thing; shifting and lapping at the rowboat like a hungry black serpent. Terror at the prospect of going out there, all alone with nothing but a curved piece of wood to prevent him from drowning rendered Dyne motionless.

I can't do this!

Yet, if Dyne wanted to leave the planet, then he had to go to the island his ship had crashed on. An island that lied in the middle of all that water.

It wasn't fair. Just like everything else in his life, it was completely unfair.

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Sora always asked his pet what Katina was like. At first, Dyne resisted telling him because his home world held many bad memories for him, but eventually he relented since his master was so persistent. In order to describe it in terms that a human would understand, Dyne said that his home was like a very technological ancient Greece. All of their buildings were crafted out of stone and designed to be very geometric to the eye. High domed ceilings, fluted columns, the occasional naked statue; all these things made up the d�cor of where the alien lived.

In addition, the weather was always nice, because it was climate controlled by powerful reactors located beneath the city. An enormous, invisible shield made of energy not yet discovered by humans covered their civilization; keeping their weather systems in check and protecting them from enemies. Ever since their world collapsed into war, the Katinans divided themselves into clans that were separated by giant citadels housed within these barriers.

Anyone not part of a clan was sure to die, because Katina was a desert planet. Outside of the domes, two suns scorched the land completely dry. Water could only be found deep beneath the surface, where only advanced aqueduct systems could reach. It explained why Dyne always freaked out at the sight of copious amounts of water, even if it was only two inches deep.

During the day, the sky was a blistering red outside of the shields but a more muted yellow within. Nighttime lasted 12 hours out of a 15-hour day, and because of an erratic orbit caused by the pull of two suns, the evening crept up on them at least three times daily. Depending on the season, any number of their seven moons could be seen gracing the skies no matter what time it was. Each of these moons represented a god or goddess that watched over the Katinans and gave them peace or ruin.

Sora had listened attentively to these words and believed Katina to be a wondrous place.

Maybe in some ways it was. However, their society was drastically different from that of Earth's. Within each clan was a caste system that separated the Katinans into warriors, slaves, soldiers, guardians, and many other tasks needed for a technological civilization at war to function. The only cats above the caste system were the ruling family of the entire clan. They give their orders to the Alphas, the leaders of every caste, who in turn mobilize their members into doing what is needed.

Unfortunately, this explanation was a little complicated for Sora, so Dyne resorted to drawing a flow chart for him to understand, complete with little footnotes. Afterwards, things were a little clearer.

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Sora wanted to know more, like why Dyne left Katina in the first place, but his pet wouldn't say anything about it. All the catboy would reveal was that "Some pains in the ass are too big to ignore." Not to mention, knowledge of certain social practices were likely to traumatize Sora's poor, naive little mind.

Indeed, in Katina innocence only lasted the first few weeks after birth because all kittens are born blind. Before they are capable of sight, they are helpless in a world of darkness with only the press of their parent's bodies and touch of their warm tongues to assure them that they are cared for. Dyne was one of those rare cats who could actually remember the first couple of days outside of the womb.

Sadly, his time to be sheltered by his father's purr and lavished with milk from his mother's teats was short lived. One day, his sires vanished, and although he was too young to understand why, Dyne knew by instinct that something bad had happened. Along with his brothers and sisters, he called and called for their return, but they never felt nor smelled their protective presence ever again. The ongoing war had claimed their parents, leaving their litter orphaned.

Starvation would have been their fate if not for the custom of other clans to steal the enemy's children and raise them as their own. In their war torn world, if the numbers of a clan diminished greatly, there was a good chance that their opponents would attempt to annihilate them in one coup de main. Therefore, to offset the number of cats killed in battle, they had to constantly take in any kittens that were young enough to be raised with that particular clan's ideals.

Dyne and his siblings were spoils of war. The Spiral Claws took them in, the clan that had killed their parents. Their new clan consisted of a fierce group of cats that were bent on dominating all of Katina. The Rajah's only son, who was a mere 32 crescents old at the time, had orchestrated the battle that changed the course of the Dyne's life. (1, 2) Like all cats that have killed for the first time, the Rajah's son received a tattoo to mark his accomplishment, but since he was also part of the ruling family he got to choose a guardian out of any of the kittens his clan stole from their victims.

On the day of the choosing, Dyne opened his eyes for the first time.

Someone grabbed him from the scruff of his neck and lifted him away from his siblings. He dangled listlessly with his tail between his legs while his brothers and sisters called in alarm at the loss of one of their own. A cool, arrogant voice made his ears twitch irritably.

"I want him."

Dyne's eyelids opened a sliver, revealing a blurry, painful world. The first color he perceived was red, a flaming, angry red that burst outwards like a flower. It originated from a young kitling showing the beginnings of a thick mane of hair colored a crimson that hurt the kitten's newborn sight. (3) Two tattoos in the shape of teardrops decorated the area beneath the redhead's eyes, marking him as a killer. Feline irises an unholy shade of serpentine green regarded Dyne's furry frame with an unsettling gleam.

His name was Axel. Dyne hated him from the very beginning.

After he was chosen as Axel's guardian, or Jumi, he never saw or smelled his brothers or sisters ever again. (4) They were separated into different castes and raised as strangers. If he were to meet them today, he wouldn't recognize them as his family anymore. Kittens who had been stolen from other clans were never told who they were or where they had come from. The Chantry made them believe that it was fate that they were now part of the Spiral Claws. Even when they became old enough to learn the truth, the chance of rebellion or revenge was low because their religion enforced a sense of family that was hard for a lonely orphan to deny.

However, no matter how they tried to brainwash him, Dyne remained a spiteful kitling, though his hate only extended to the ruling family. Ironically, he had grown into a very talented Jumi and was considered the best guardian in the clan. The Chantry spent extra time with him to make him proud of the fact that he was protecting Axel, the sole heir of the Spiral Claws. In their presence, Dyne straightened his tail proudly and declared that he was honored that he had been picked since kittenhood for his position. Alone with Axel, he told the stupid redhead to lick his ass.

They never got along.

As they both grew older, Axel became an ambitious, bloodthirsty animal like his father, and Dyne became a cocky cat proud of his accomplishments as a guardian, even though he had yet to join the hateful redhead on the battlefield. In truth, he had no intention whatsoever of protecting the Rajah's son, and once this was discovered, he would probably be executed on the spot. Many times, Dyne thought of simply running away, but this was easier said than done.

To begin, he lived on a desert planet. Leaving the citadel's barriers would result in death from exposure in a matter of hours. Even if he managed to make it to another clan, they would never take him in. There was too big a chance that he could be a spy or an assassin. Only freshly born kittens were ever allowed to change clans for this reason. Another big thing that kept him from running away was the fact that he had been young and stupid enough to actually tell Axel to his face that he hated him. Now the Rajah's son kept an extra close eye on him to make sure that he never left the Spiral Claws. Not only was Dyne too good a Jumi to let go, but he still had to pay back all the years of disrespect he'd shown to the clan's heir.

As a result, Dyne was trapped in his life, and even though his loyalty was shaky, he was not executed for his impudence. In fact, it was expected that he would rebel, because it was a common thing for kitlings his age to do. However, that would soon change, because once Dyne was 72 crescents old his absolute fidelity to Axel, and extending from that, the clan, would be assured. The long awaited day of his reckoning would come when he finally reached Estrus.

In every kitling's life, there comes a time when they undergo a sexual awakening, termed the Estrus. It is an unavoidable, biological event that generally strikes around the 72nd crescent year. The Estrus is characterized by the production of pheromones and an intense, sexual yearning that marks the transition to adolescence for every cat.

In the months leading up to Estrus, the kitling begins to experience arousal and feelings of incompleteness. Seeking to fill this void, they search for a mate that they identify with. During this time, potential partners may shower the kitling with gifts to show their interest, or the youth itself may give trinkets to the one they want to couple with. If the affections are returned, the kitling spends every moment with its chosen suitor for the purpose of letting their bodies "read" the chemistry of their partners. Eventually, they begin to produce pheromones that are especially engineered to attract their lovers; usually detected as a pleasant smell that will incite an arousal.

After successful copulation and the ending of Estrus, the kitling � now considered a young cat � will feel complete and affectionate towards their lover. From that moment on, overwhelming feelings of protectiveness and caring will persevere towards the chosen cat, no matter how they may be treated by their partners in future life. Although the cycle of Estrus may repeat many times within the same year, no bond is as strong as the one established with the first mate.

Culturally, the Estrus was used to establish ties between families and friends. It was considered a wonderful time for kitlings to show another lucky cat how special they had become to them over time. New families often sprouted from these types of unions. However, when war tore Katina apart, the meaning of the Estrus changed. Instead, it became a way to tie the clans together and ensure loyalty among its members.

In order to promote this type of cohesiveness, a clan will force their kitlings to mate with a predetermined cat. Although these unions are involuntary, the same feelings of protectiveness and caring will still result from them. To achieve this successfully, once a kitling reaches its 72nd crescent they are forced to spend time with the partner that was chosen for them. This tricks their bodies into manufacturing pheromones and triggers secondary changes that cause them to be helplessly attracted to their suitors. In the end, the same bonds are formed even if they never felt any special regard for the one they were forced to mate.

Typically, everyone spent an Estrus with the Alpha of their caste. In Dyne's case, his first and most significant bond was to be made with Axel. The Rajah's son was looking forwards for the opportunity to finally wipe the sneer off his guardian's face when he subjected him to the most humiliating sexual practices in existence. When the time began to draw near, Axel saw fit to remind Dyne everyday that he would soon be humping his leg and begging for his cock.

At first, Dyne didn't believe that there was any force strong enough to make him overcome his hatred for Axel. However, as he witnessed his older friends go through Estrus and return completely changed, he began to worry. His first wakeup call came with Tsuz, another guardian who was in a similar predicament as himself: He also hated the guts of the person he had to protect. (5)

Before Tsuz began his Estrus, they used to meet at the bathhouse and playfully plot the killings of their nemeses while the slaves licked them clean. Dyne's friend was to be mated to Mura, the Alpha of the Guardian caste. (6) Although there mere mention of his chosen mate made the fur on Tsuz's tail rise, as time went on, he talked about Mura's assassination less and less.

Eventually, Tsuz's body became so sensitive that when anyone licked near his genitals he became hard and wet within moments. Dyne found it annoying, it was hard to talk to someone who was horny all the time. He would be discussing the finer points of slitting Axel's throat only to find that he was being ignored in favor of the slave that was sucking Tsuz cock until he stopped leaking cum.

"You know, we have harems too," muttered Dyne with an offended slant to his ears.

"Sorry," answered Tsuz with embarrassment. "My Estrus is going to hit any day now and just about everything makes me s-sensitive." Nevertheless, he wantonly turned on his back and spread his legs for the white haired cat taking such good care of him. Whimpers of delight accompanied the quick jerks of his hips, building in crescendo until Mura's name spilled from his lips.

Watching in a kind of horrid fascination, Dyne's curiosity dissolved into anger when his friend began to call for his enemy as if he were some kind of savior. "Are you listening to yourself? You were just planning to feed Mura his own tail five minutes ago!"

"I know!" Answered Tsuz in a voice strained by lust. "I hate him and I can't wait for him to fuck me, AH.."

On that evening, it was declared that Tsuz had begun his Estrus, and he spent the next three days with Mura. Anyone within the same wing of the building as the couple could plainly hear the guardian mewling in delight and begging for more. When it was over, Tsuz never spoke of killing Mura again and even shunned Dyne for entertaining such "kittenish thoughts." He said his life had been changed and that his mate was very important to him, even though Mura was the one responsible for killing Tsuz's older brothers because they were too old to be assimilated into the clan.

That scared the shit out of Dyne. As his own time drew near, Axel was constantly sniffing around him in hopes of smelling his inevitable victory. In mockery of the old traditions, the Rajah's son sent presents to convey his interest in the young Jumi. Slaves would come into the Dyne's room bearing the decapitated heads of Axel's victims and timidly murmur that they were signs of the heir's affection.

Needless to say, these gifts angered the Jumi. He would send them back with the message that he would rather choke on a hairball than ever submit to Axel. His vehement rejection of the Rajah's son became legendary within the citadel, and many well-meaning members of the clan would approach him and try to assuage his fears of the Estrus. However, none of them could convince Dyne that letting go of his hate was the right thing to do. To him, the bond resulting from the mating was just another form of slavery.

On top of that, he had drawn other conclusions about the current functioning of Katinan society. Every single cat was brainwashed by the Estrus, even Axel had to answer to the people he'd fucked. Every cat was a member of a long chain of matings that stretched to the oldest members of the clan. As long as each new generation was forced to couple with suitors from their citadels, the ensuing bonds would make it a thousand times more difficult to ever ally with another clan, or for that matter, find peace in the world of Katina. They would be doomed to be at war forever because every group was capable of only loving themselves.

When Dyne figured this out, he realized that fighting for the Spiral Claws, or any other clan for that matter, was a complete waste of time. It was at this point that he began to entertain the thought of leaving the planet entirely. The choice was difficult to make because the citadel was the only life he knew, and regardless of how he felt about the way things were run, there were cats that he cared about living in his home city.

In the end, Axel made it easy for Dyne to forget his misgivings and cement his resolve. Eventually the Rajah's son stopped sending heads and resorted to sexual toys as gifts. Manacles, whips, phallic objects that vibrated, blindfolds, gags; the list was endless. By far, the worst one Dyne received was a glass jar that came with the following note:

When we are mated, I will make you fill this with milk everyday and drink it.

Axel did not mean the milk made for kittens.

As time went on, the chances for escape became ever more slim. Dyne was forced to accompany Axel wherever he went to ensure the success of their mating. Everyday, he ate with the clan's heir, slept in the same room with him and went to the same boring meetings or dangerous outings outside of the citadel. Sometimes, the Rajah's son would fetch someone from the harem and have sex with him or her in front of the Jumi while calling the slave "Dyne."

More often than not, the two were constantly fighting. Although Dyne had a lot of skill, he always ended as the loser in their scuffles. As much as he thought of murdering Axel, he was not an accomplished killer like the heir, nor did he have any true battle experience yet. That was to change one day, when it was decided that he was ready to earn his tattoos. For the first time, Dyne was to actually partake in the fighting outside of the citadel instead of waiting on the sidelines. The Rajah was preparing a team of soldiers and guardians to storm another city that had grown too weak to defend itself. Dyne would be joining Axel as his Jumi and help to pillage the enemy citadel in addition to his usual duties of protection.

On the morning of the skirmish, the kitling awoke to find the horror of all horrors waiting for him: his cock was hard. This had never happened before. It was a sure sign that his Estrus would be arriving very soon. With agonizing care, Dyne covered himself with a blanket and sneaked out of Axel's room with the most stealth a cat could muster. He crept his way through the empty hallways of their lair towards the bathhouse, where he awoke the first servant he could find with desperate little shakes.

Upon recognizing who was rousing her from slumber, the slave tilted her ears to the side and bowed to the floor; tail left limp with deference. "Does the guardian wish an early bath before today's battle?"

"N.. no, I.." With his ears drooped against the side of his head, Dyne pulled aside his blanket to reveal the erection hidden beneath. "Don't tell anybody. Just fix it before Axel finds out!"

"Oh!" The feline slave bore an expression that conveyed a mixture of sadness and joy. "Your Estrus has finally started to show. You will soon be an adult."

"I don't care about that! Just make it go away!"

The female cat shook her head sadly at the catboy. "Forgive me, but the Rajah's son has already forbidden us to cleanse you should this happen. I am sorry that he wishes you to suffer."

Stunned by this news, Dyne gaped at the slave as if she had just punched him. Without any servants to help him, he was left to deal with his stirrings and bereft feelings all alone. Unfortunately, it was considered a taboo for any of their species to masturbate; only the diseased and homeless wretches would resort to giving themselves pleasure. Later on in life, when he discovered Sora's activities in the shower, he had to repeat to himself "It's because he's human" over and over again to get over the disgust.

In addition to being denied relief, Dyne's excited state would be extremely easy to be discovered by another cat. Katinans are able to detect shifts in another's body temperature by merely standing in the same room, and their sense of smell was keen enough to detect the tiniest drop of sweat or seminal fluid. Therefore, as he dressed himself that morning, Dyne knew that Axel would soon find out that there were mere weeks left before their mating. No matter how much chain mail he donned, how loose he kept his leather pants or how much his hooded cloak hid his lithe frame, everyone would know.

All of his expectations were met during the mission briefing, which was held in an enormous conference room. Every Spiral Claw that was part of the excursion was listening attentively to the Rajah, each dressed in long black cloaks that hid their armor beneath. Some of them bore distinct silver patterns on the left lapel of their protective clothing, signifying that a Jumi who also bore the same symbol protected them.

When a pair of powerful arms coiled over Dyne's torso like a pair of boa constrictors, he did not need to see the intricate lattice shapes on the molester's cloak to know that it was Axel. Over the years, the Rajah's son had grown into a strapping cat; he was nearly a foot taller in humanoid form and very muscular. His hair had grown long enough to fan behind him in a wild mane that fit his explosive personality.

Dyne attempted to jerk away from Axel's vice-like grip and got smacked in the face by the heir's fluffy tail for his efforts. He continued to struggle until he saw that he was getting nowhere and then settled into a tense stillness.

Axel took a long, languid inhale of the air just above Dyne's choppy hair. "I smell the beginnings of desire," hissed the older cat in his deep, vibrating voice.

"Damn. I guess I should have cleaned better after taking that crap." Dyne earned a painful nip to one of his triangular ears for his disrespectful comment. He flattened them to the sides of his head in an effort to protect them from future bites. Across the room, Tsuz shook his head gravely at Dyne. It was a silent way of telling him to just calm down and take it, because an angered Axel was a frightening thing.

Aside from Tsuz, everyone else at the meeting studiously ignored what was going on. As part of the ruling family, Axel was allowed to do whatever he pleased. If he wanted to rape his guardian then and there, there was nothing that could be done about it.

Indeed, that seemed to be Axel's intention, because he unzipped Dyne's cloak and pushed his gloved fingers past the fabric. The Jumi's eyes widened when he realized the intention of this move, and he began to squirm violently in protest. Sadly, he could not free himself from the arm locked around his waist and arms, and he mewled in distress as his clothed erection was fisted painfully.

"You're not as annoying as you usually are," commented Axel with narrowed eyes. Usually Dyne would at least be attempting to bite him by now. "Could it be.." He roughly stroked the warm cock beneath his palm and was rewarded by the buckling of Dyne's knees. A secondary inhale of air near the collar of his Jumi's throat revealed that his clothing had trapped a very alluring scent.

Smiling rakishly, Axel gave Dyne the news of his triumphant discovery. "Blood is my favorite smell." Finally, his guardian's body was doing things he liked, including the production of pheromones meant for his pleasure. "Soon, I will know how much better it is when it's mixed with the scent of your cum."

"Nngh!" Dyne's hands clutched at Axel's cloak to keep from sagging further to the floor. Nobody looked their way; not a soul helped him as he continued to fall to his knees. His body shook with outrage at the situation. Those cats were supposed to be his clan brothers, but none would help him. Perhaps the only ones who would have really cared for him were long dead, murdered by the insolent dirty-fur that was touching him now. (7) The Spiral Claws took away the life he was supposed to have and gave him this poor excuse for one in its place.

"Do you hate me that much?" Axel murmured into the shell of Dyne's more humanoid ear. Although the kitling's tail was bowed submissively to the ground, it remained fuzzed out with aggression. "Soon, you will be incapable of hating me."

"H-hate," stuttered Dyne, who had shifted his triangular ears until they were pointed outwards and down. "I'm.. I'm excited.."

A suspicious eyebrow rose on Axel's face.

"I.. can't wait for you to f.. fu.. aa.. AAA.."

A wild grin of victory flashed on Axel's face. He thought that he would have to wait a couple more weeks, but it seemed that Dyne was one of those kitlings that got hit by the Estrus like a jolt of lightning.

Since the yowling from their corner was hard to ignore, they finally gained the attention of the other cats. Axel's father was less then pleased, and he addressed his son in a curt voice. "Your Jumi picks the worst time to go into Estrus. You'll have to stay behind and take care of it."

"Yes father." The heir bowed to the Rajah and forced his moaning guardian to do the same. Afterwards, Axel put Dyne into a headlock and dragged him out of the meeting room. As they vanished through the automatic doors, the mission briefing ended and the cats dispersed for their departure.

With eager strides, Axel dragged Dyne through the citadel. To humiliate his guardian, they went through crowded areas so that everyone could see how bad the Jumi wanted to be fucked by the cat he hated. Many clan members breathed in relief that the tension between them would soon be over, while others wished the pair a satisfying coupling.

Unfortunately, Axel intended no privacy for this spectacle. They stopped at one of the many corridors that connected buildings within the citadel and quickly emptied it of other cats with one warning hiss from the Rajah's son. The place was perfect, instead of walls the hallway was encased by see through material that allowed anyone from outside to see everything that they were doing.

"Here, where everybody can see you, brat."

A hard shove made Dyne fall to his hands and knees. His tail dragged on the floor as he squirmed with anticipation. Outside, none of Katina's moons were visible; it was pitch black and perfect for the platoon of ships preparing to exit the shields. Their hallway shone like a lonely lantern among the darkness of the citadel.

"Take everything off." Axel followed his own command by stripping off his cloak, revealing his own set of chain mail and leathers beneath. His spiteful jade eyes fixed on the kitling at his feet, who was taking much too long to follow a simple order.

Dyne only seemed capable of mewling pitifully as he writhed on the floor. Annoyed by this setback, Axel took it upon himself to unzip his Jumi's cloak and yank it off. Once he was free of that heavy fabric, Dyne dutifully raised his arms for the extraction of the chain mail. A low, desirous growl rumbled from Axel's throat as he took hold of the kitling's armor and lifted it upwards, revealing the smooth, creamy skin of his mate covered in..

..Blood?

"Unnngh Axel, please hurry, I need this, I need you in me, I need --" In that moment of perplexity, the sharp "snick" of magnetic manacles being activated echoed throughout the corridor. Beneath the bunched chain mail that Axel had been pulling over Dyne's head, the guardian had activated a gift sent to him by the Rajah's son weeks ago. His most hated enemy was now shackled securely to the guardrail. "AaaAAaa I need yooooou to SHUT UP."

Everything became clear in that instant. Dyne had been faking his own Estrus all along, and even went so far as to cover himself him blood to fool Axel into believing his pheromones were active. The eyes of the clan's heir widened with murderous anger. "You crooked tailed little deceiver." An animalistic hiss added venom to his words.

Wordlessly, Dyne kneed the older cat in the groin. While Axel doubled over in pain, he slipped the rest of the way out of his chain mail. After scrambling to his feet, he fisted a handful of the heir's wild mane and forced his head up. "That was for my parents." Then, he shoved Axel's face down to collide with his knee, and the two met with a solid crack. "And that is for my brothers and sisters!"

Blood pooled in Axel's mouth, and he spat it at the Jumi's feet. "You little dung eater, I should have let you starve to death."

Bearing a superior look, Dyne cracked his knuckles as if he intended to take another shot at the vulnerable cat. "That's right, you should have. Instead, I guess you'll just have to stay here, where everybody can see you." After one last, hateful sneer, the Jumi sprinted as fast as he could out of that hallway.

"You can't delay the inevitable Dyne!" Despite the pain he was in, Axel concentrated his power so that he could morph into his feline form. Once he was transformed, his paws would be too small to fit in the manacles. "You're MINE!"

Never.

After the shock of waking up with a hard on, Dyne had concocted his plan for escape. Now that everything had been set into motion, there was no turning back. He tore through the citadel at top speed, ignoring the bewildered cats that witnessed his flight. He managed to lose Axel among the buildings of the mazelike complex, but only because the redheaded cat erroneously assumed that Dyne would be heading for the desert.

Dyne's real destination was the hanger. Thankfully, he'd kept his mouth shut about wanting to leave Katina entirely, so this move was completely unexpected. Although his people knew of other planets and species, they were too xenophobic to do more than trade with aliens outside of their world. He was probably the only kitling crazy enough to attempt what he was about to do.

Before entering the hanger, he caused a small explosion just outside of the bay using the same prismatic missiles that were supposed to aid him in his first real battle. (8) This triggered the fire alarm, which caused every cat in the area to rush to the scene in order to put out the conflagration. With the bay emptied, Dyne was free to sneak inside the hangar and hijack the first available spacecraft.

Just as his vessel began to hover off the ground, an infuriated Axel arrived at the bay. When passersby told him that they saw Dyne heading away from the city gates, he suspected that the hanger would be his location. Clearly, his guess had been correct. Angry orders to close the shields to the city were hissed at any mechanic that was not tied up with the fire.

"Forgive me my lord," said a bewildered cat, "but we can not close the shields while the Rajah's force is exiting the citadel."

In his rush to recapture his Jumi, Axel had forgotten that his father was leading a skirmish out of the city. If the shields were closed now, half of the soldiers would be stuck inside, time would be lost, and there would be a lot of angry cats to answer to. Apparently, his guardian had outsmarted him completely.

As Dyne's ship ambled towards the exit, the Rajah's son glared at the spacecraft with a silent promise of vengeance. Then, he commanded the mechanics to prepare another vessel, and quickly if they valued their lives. In less than a minute, he was onboard a ship and chasing the deserter through the skies.

Dyne didn't expect Axel to unravel his plan that fast. As soon as the computers detected pursuit vehicles, he hit the thrusters and shot his ship into the stratosphere. The citadel became a tiny speck below, surrounded by endless, cracked sand stained a deep blue with darkness. Enemy ships followed his ascent, arising from the shadows like angels of death come to drag him back down.

His computer calmly told him that the pursuit ships were charging their weapons. Freedom waited just beyond his fingertips and slavery nipped at his heels. For Dyne, the choice was obvious; he would never go back and allow himself to be Axel's chew toy for the rest of his life. So, in one final act of desperation, the ship was punched into warp. No coordinates were set, which would make his flight path harder to follow. Dyne didn't care if he crashed into a meteorite, got sucked into a black hole or flew into the burning core of a sun, wherever he ended up, it was going to be liberty or death.

For hours, he pushed his spacecraft until it was almost completely out of power. When it finally lost the ability to warp, it emerged from hyperspace inside a rampaging meteor storm. On the bright side, there was no sign of the pursuit ships; they weren't as keen on riding to their deaths in the same manner as Dyne had. On the bad side, his ship was caught in the same gravitational field that was pulling the meteorites.

Dyne switched the controls to manual and tried his best to maneuver through the space rocks and prevent them from pounding the hull of his vessel. However, his ship was low on power and was falling fast. The meteorites shared the same fate; they glowed white-hot and left streaks that surrounded the spacecraft like a magic veil. On the viewscreen, a blue and green planet shone through the darkness like a jewel, and pulled the spacecraft in with its powerful gravity.

On the beach, children watched the stars fall.

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The crash should have killed him, but by the same miracle that helped Dyne survive the warp, he was still alive but in a lot of pain. Agonizing pain. He wished that death would hurry up and take his pathetic soul already. He was so tired.

For weeks, he was as blind and helpless as he had been when he was first born. However, instead of warm fur and a gentle purr to assure him, there were tender hands and encouraging voices. Over time, his wounds healed, and slowly he opened his eyes to see where he was for the first time.

Before him was a very cluttered room filled with interesting dangling things from the ceiling and upraised structures he later learned was called "shelves" and "table." Movement stirred from what he presumed was a bed, and a tailless creature emerged from the blankets with a sleepy yawn. It looked in his direction and let out a little cry of surprise.

When it approached his bed, Dyne recognized the smell of his caretaker immediately. This spiky haired alien before him had been the one to save him. He watched in fascination as this creature chirruped something nice sounding and then reached for his ears.

In another lifetime, he had awoken from a dark world and met a devil. Now, on this new planet, he opened his eyes and found himself facing an angel. Dyne stared at Sora's pouted, cock sucking lower lip and knew this had to be heaven.

Aside from his first hormone induce opinion, Dyne knew that he was in a good place now. Sora and Kairi returned to him the kittenhood that had been stolen away by the Spiral Claws. Everyday, he was fussed over, fed milk and treated like a precious object. Affection was showered over him in the form of presents, kisses and cooing that he presumed was the human version of a purr. His new owners, though at first he thought of them as Alphas, always wanted to play with him; a big difference from his constant Jumi training or endless lectures on how he would soon enjoy sharing his body with people he hated.

However, the most wonderful thing about them was that they wanted nothing in return. They were happy simply because he existed. It was the most wonderful time in Dyne's life. Finally, he felt as if were in the one part of the universe that allowed him to pick his own destiny. Ironic that the name of the archipelago he had crashed on was called "Destiny Islands."

He decided that this would be his new home. Learning their language was an easy task thanks to a microchip that had been implanted in his head when he was a kitten. All guardians had the operation done because there was no telling when knowing another tongue could mean the difference between life and death. With this technology and a couple of nights of watching TV, he was able to get a good grasp of human communication and culture.

When he felt healed enough to morph again, his days were filled with excitement at the prospect of finally being able to speak to them. To tell them that they would have the honor of being his mates, though he hadn't decided which would be his first or second yet. Dyne waited for the perfect moment to reveal himself; in the meantime expressing his interests in the form of little flirtations. Sora was always so surprised whenever he found his clothes missing after showering. Too bad Reno forced Dyne into transfiguring to his two-legged form to protect his master; he had been hoping for more romantic circumstances.

As unusual as it was to take another species for a mate, Dyne couldn't care less about what his people thought. They could fight themselves out of existence for all he cared. He had given Sora his purr, the greatest expression of his most intimate feelings for him. In answer, the boy had said, "I think I like you too." That was when he knew that everything he wanted was here.

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What an idiot he had been. He was so smitten by his own feelings that he didn't notice that Sora didn't think of him as more than a cat. Stupid stupid stupid.

What was he going to do now? Where would he go? There was no telling if his ship was still functional. As if to remind him of his current predicament, ocean waves rocked Dyne's boat, causing its bottom to grind against the sand below. Reflexively, his hands shot to the sides of the vessel to steady himself. Of course, how could he forget about the water? Just thinking about it made him tremble.

Luckily, an annoyed, curt voice distracted Dyne from his phobia. "What are you doing in my boat?"

Canting his head upwards, Dyne found himself facing Riku, which caused his expression to wrinkle with distaste. He disliked this human boy from the beginning for a couple reasons. One, his arrogance reminded him too much of Axel, and two, they were always in competition for Sora's attention.

Instead of answering the Riku's question, Dyne countered with one of his own. "What are you doing out so late?"

"Like that's any of your business." Unwilling to let his boat drift off with the intruder, Riku planted one foot inside the vessel and used his leg to drag it back onto higher sand. "I'm surprised you're not screwing Sora's life over right now."

"Hey, the kid asked for it when he took me in. He knew there were going to be certain responsibilities." If he were still in feline form, Dyne would have puffed his chest at Riku. Screwing Sora's life over, pah! In his opinion, his presence made the boy's everyday existence more interesting. What did Riku do, make his best friend shine his trophies for him? Please.

Once his boat was safely stranded on the beach again, Riku seated himself on the prow and fixed a glare on his best friend's "houseguest." "Sora doesn't know what he's doing half the time. He thinks everything is going to be ok as long as he ignores the things that bother him."

"Heh, you can say that again," muttered Dyne. Memory of being stuck in the tool shed made a bit of his anger return. "But it's his own fault if he wants to be a chump all his life."

"Shut up," snapped Riku. He did not want to hear anyone talking crap about his best friend. "You don't know anything about Sora," or the reasons as to why he folded in on himself when life got too hard to swallow. Things had never been the same ever since Sora's father died.

"Give me a break, I know as much as you do." Dyne flashed a challenging stare at Riku. Sure, Sora had rejected his advances, but aside from that they had been pretty close companions. Even if he came away from that relationship empty handed, at least Dyne had the satisfaction of rubbing Riku's face into the fact that his best friend was almost stolen.

Sadly, his attempts at crushing Riku's ego were a failure. Instead, the boy sneered at Dyne, completely unfazed by his boast. "You've only known him for a few weeks, I've been with him all his life. You think you know shit, but you don't. You're just as blind as he is."

"Oh really?" The temptation to lash his tail back and forth was great. Beneath the cap, Dyne's ears had flattened aggressively against his skull. "Did you know that he keeps an old petrified piece of gum wrapped up in silver paper inside a secret hole under his bed?"

With a scoff, Riku answered the question in addition to posing one of his own. "I shared that gum with him when he was 5 years old. I have the other half in my room. Did you know that his favorite food is coconut shrimp?"

Dyne had never seen a shrimp before in his life, though he might have heard of it in a commercial. Instead of embarrassing himself with a negative answer, he countered with another question. "Did you know that he doesn't like the different foods on his plate to touch?"

"Stupid, everyone knows that about Sora. Did you know that he always takes hot showers, even though it's a hundred degrees out?"

"Did you know that when he's taking a really long shower, it's because he's jacking off furiously?"

That last question rendered a stunned look from Riku. Apparently, he hadn't known that one. "How can you lie � "

"Oh ho ho, it's no lie." Dyne smirked at the disbelief on the human's face. "Bet you're so glad to hear it too."

"Just what are you trying to say?" There was a note of warning in Riku's voice.

"Please. I'm not as stupid as Sora. I know you want him." Dyne's rival was given a searching look; one of those up and down stares that dismissed him as quickly as it assessed him. Obviously, he wasn't impressed by what he saw.

"That's it. Get off my boat. I'm through listening to this stupidity." Riku stood up as if he intended to physically toss Dyne out of his boat if he didn't get a move on.

Despite the overt threat, Dyne calmly stood from his seat as if he wasn't in any danger at all. In fact, a knowing grin painted his lips. "Sorry, I guess I was reading into things too much. Guess this means Sora's all mine then."

Before the smiling catboy made it completely out of the boat, Riku planted a hand against his chest to stop him from venturing further. Moonlight simmered in his eyes; tinting the aquamarine iris bright silver. "He's just a kid."

"He's half a man," countered Dyne in an even voice. "I don't know what age you consider people here to be sexually viable, but I think once he started jacking off he was ready for what I have to offer."

"You're an idiot if you think that's all it takes to be ready."

"Whether he's ready or not, if his body is saying yes, nothing else will matter."

"The body is nothing without the heart." Although this was true, Riku had to silently admit that temptation could overshadow the sentiments of the heart. That kind of seduction was the worst kind of threat to Sora because it was neither good nor evil. Without a clear distinction between these two things, he could see his best friend clinging to a physical relationship and becoming blind to the people that cared for all of him, not just his body. That would hurt Kairi, as well as himself. Desperate to avoid that situation, he tried to instill some kind of morality into Dyne. "Without the heart, it's meaningless."

Perhaps for humans it was that way. Currently, Dyne's own species didn't go about relationships in the same manner. The process was always thought of in reverse: the body is conquered first and the heart followed afterwards. However, now that he had been enlightened, Dyne's eyes widened as he was struck by an epiphany. "So if I want him, I have to win his heart first."

How insidiously complicated that was! It wouldn't be an automatic selection like on Katina. This.. this was competition on a grand scale. Against every potential suitor out there, he would have to somehow prove his superiority � without relying on rank or prowess � if he wanted to claim Sora as his own. No wonder humans birthed such tiny litters; an average of 1-3 compared to Katina's own 15-20. With so many choices and such a complicated mating ritual, it was a wonder if anyone coupled at all!

Unfortunately, there was no way for Riku to know if he was getting through to Dyne. He never imagined that someone would interfere in his friendship with Sora in the way the new kid had. Up until now, his biggest worry was that his best friend would start liking Kairi back, but he had already prepared himself to let them be should that ever happen. He trusted the girl to take care of Sora, but he had zero faith in Dyne.

On top of that, somehow Dyne found out about his special feelings for Sora. The only other person who knew was Kairi, and she would never tell anybody his secret, except maybe the cat. (Little did he know..) Riku figured that either the blonde-headed kid was very observant, or he had been slipping up in the way he acted around Sora.

Eventually, Riku wanted to tell Sora how he felt, but he was waiting for his friend to mature a little first. However, now that there was troublesome competition on the loose, he wondered if he should make his move now before Dyne got even closer. If Sora was going to learn sinful things from another boy, then the task should be done by someone who cared and understood him, not by some random kid who was more trouble than he was worth.

Both boys shared a measuring look. Each considered themselves deserving of Sora's heart and all the things that went with it. The unspoken challenge hung thickly in the air.

"So," began Dyne in a pleasant, light voice, "since you're not interested in him � "

"You'll never win," interrupted Riku with the same, confident grin he had given the Dyne just before they raced around the track.

"You and Sora are more alike than I give you credit for," mused Dyne as he began to walk off. Strangely enough, talking to Riku made him feel better. It made Dyne realize that the problem was not that he wasn't good enough for Sora, it was that Sora was picky. Whether this was true or not, he was set on trying to win the boy's affections again. He couldn't leave Earth without at least giving Riku a run for his money. "See you around, Ri-ku."

"Hmph, see ya." There was a change of plans on Riku's part. Instead of leaving to brood on the play island, he was going home to think of how to approach Sora. In his conversation with Dyne, he'd found the answer to his problems. If he wanted to get his best friend away from the Turk's line of fire, he had to get him away from Dyne. To get him away from Dyne, Sora had to become interested in him. Like all people who got into intense relationships, the boy would completely forget about the rest of the world and stop hanging around people who weren't good for him.

Simple. Right?

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Nestled within the sheets of his bed, Sora stared up at the ceiling; thinking about things. Distantly, he realized that he'd been crying a lot lately, which was strange because it was very unlike him. In a way, he wanted to blame it on Dyne since it would give him a reason not to miss him so much or feel so miserable over his absence.

A part of him knew that Dyne leaving was for the best; there was just no way they could keep lying to everyone and get away with it. On the other hand, he also felt the urge to run after him and convince him to stay. Despite everything they'd been through, Dyne had become his second skin in the time they'd been together. Without him, his home felt painfully lonely again. Still, he didn't dare attempt to keep the alien to his side, because he knew he deserved this ache.

Suddenly, the bedroom door creaked open, and Sora bolted upright upon hearing it. His eyes were wide and luminous in the dark, and he held his breath upon spying the pale figure enter his bedroom. He didn't speak, and did not dare to move in case it would disturb the apparition before his eyes.

Obviously, Sora was surprised to see him back. Dyne removed the hat from his head and unraveled his tail from around his waist. With quiet strides, he walked to the edge of the bed and hovered there for a few indecisive moments. Then, the suspense was broken when he rudely flopped down on the mattress, causing the brunette beside him to bounce with the impact. Fixing his gaze on some distant object in the room, the catboy folded his arms and affected a somber air. "I decided to stay for a little while longer."

Elation shone in Sora's eyes, but the emotion halted before it could grow any further. There was a "but" hanging in the air.

"Of course, this doesn't necessarily mean I forgive you. I don't think I ever can, even though you probably have no idea what you did."

Turning his gaze to the blankets, Sora's lower lip tucked outwards in a sad pout. His voice was soft and timid as he spoke, "I'm sorry. I really.. don't know much about things like that at all. Not even with other people." Admitting it made him feel ashamed. After all, he was fourteen going on fifteen very soon. Even Selphie knew more about sex and sexuality than he did, which was saying a lot.

"Why is that?" Dyne shifted slightly so that he could look at Sora. There was no way the boy could be as innocent as he claimed. Na�ve he could buy, but innocence was a fragile thing that was easily destroyed as soon as one turned on the TV. Somewhere under that spiky haired head, there had to be not so clean ideas floating around.

"I'm just not interested." There was a bit of an edge entering Sora's voice. He suspected that Dyne had switched tactics and was now trying to convince him into doing sexual things with him.

Sora's stubbornness made Dyne believe that he was hiding something. After all, one does not masturbate in the morning and think of butterflies and fairies while they do it. "Not interested," repeated the catboy in a bland voice, before continuing with a bit more vigor, "or just not found someone to be interested in?"

"I can't Dyne." Before his pet could lead this to where he thought it was going, Sora decided to set the record straight now. "You're not a monster, you're my friend. And I would miss you, if.. if you went away. But I can't.." Trailing off with that statement, he hoped that Dyne wouldn't hold this rejection against him.

Thankfully, offense wasn't the reaction that happened. Instead, Dyne peered at Sora's face with a perfectly blank expression. "You can just say so if I'm ugly."

"You're not ugly."

"Then you don't like guys?"

"I've never even thought of it."

"Then you'd rather I hook up with Kairi then?"

"No!" The answer came a little harsher than he meant it to, and Sora pursed his lips afterwards as if that would somehow take the word back.

"I think I'm getting warmer." Dyne smiled cheekily at Sora, who suddenly felt a need to hide beneath the blankets. "Sweet, innocent Kairi," he demurred in a softer voice as he began to creep closer to the boy. "You'd like to think of her as innocent. I bet you like to think of yourself and Riku as innocent too."

As his pet neared his personal space, Sora felt another prickling begin between his shoulder blades. However, he was determined not to fall for that feeling twice. "You're not going to start acting all weird again, are you?"

"Mmm?" Dyne's ears flicked to and fro, as if Sora's words were bouncing all around the room instead of being directed towards him. Resting his chin on his on the boy's shoulder, he continued speaking despite obvious distraction. "Oh, I won't be that horny again for another two weeks."

"W-wait, it's going to happen again?" Sora gave his pet a horrified look.

"Again and again, until someone satisfies me." Dyne's tail playfully curled and uncurled behind him. "So you better watch out Sora, I just might take from you what I want after all."

"That's really not fair." Sora's brows creased together with stubborn worry. "That's not the way it's done here. Doing.. doing it is something you save for a person who's special to you."

"I see. I'm not special."

"You are, but see there's different kinds of special � " Sora's explanation stuttered to a halt when Dyne gave his cheek a tiny lick.

Then, the catboy settled into the bed beside Sora and hogged the pillows for himself. "That's ok. Just know that you are special to me, and in that way."

After a few moments of staring in disbelief, Sora sighed in exasperation. Dyne was impossible, and he was too tired and strung out to keep talking to him. Sora wanted to curl up himself, but distrust at his pet's intentions kept him at bay.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything to you while you sleep." The wry grin on the Dyne's face probably wasn't very convincing.

Nevertheless, Sora felt tired enough to risk it, so he laid down beside his pet. As soon as he settled, Dyne snuggled up beside him; uncharacteristically remaining in his humanoid form instead of returning to the feline that the boy was more comfortable with. "I'm still the same cat," he reminded in a gentle voice.

Following this statement was a stretch of silence, in which Sora peered over at his blonde friend. Then, he timidly reached over and gently brushed his fingers over his pet's cheek. Dyne closed his eyes at the contact and emitted a rumbling purr. The sound enveloped Sora and calmed his trepidation towards his companion. Allowing himself to be lulled by the gentle rumbling, his eyes drooped closed of their own accord.

Dyne really is.. the same cat, Sora realized dreamily. The only difference was that there were so many layers to him; so many sides to his life that he had yet to see. After all they'd been though, he was still the same slightly annoying guy. Yet he was also playful, protective, prideful, mischievous, and now.. well. He didn't know what to call Dyne's horniness. Maybe things would make better sense when he wasn't so sleepy.

Long after the fingers on his face slackened with sleep, Dyne remained awake and watchful over Sora. His tail draped forwards so that its end could wrap around the boy's wrist, which had fallen to his neck with deep slumber.

Dyne had his own thinking to do, and he directed his thoughts to Sora even though they could not be heard. Maybe he hoped that they would somehow penetrate the boy's dreams and make him understand where he was coming from a little better.

Sora,

I've been thinking a lot about your world and how it is so different from mine. Here, master and slave, or owner and pet, have completely different meanings.

When I first wandered around this island to see how other pets lived, I was surprised that the animals here allow themselves to be caged. But then I realized that they aren't trapped at all, these places are their homes and they stay by choice. In exchange, all their masters want is their companionship. Their friendship with their pets brings them a feeling of peace and happiness.

I know that is what you want from me too. To be a secret friend that will bring you warmth when the world outside gets too cold. As the embodiment of all your childhood fantasies, I give you a way to escape everything.

But Sora...

You can't live forever inside a toy box. Someday, you have to come out. I am the exact opposite of what you need right now.

Don't worry though.

I'll show you that life isn't so scary. That it's not so lonely. That you and me, even though we're both cowards who run away, we're really strong enough to face these things.

And if you don't believe that...

Dyne reached beneath Sora's extended arm, stretching his own out until his fingers could grace the other's cheek.

...then I'll make you.

To be continued.

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(1) Rajah: The leader of the clan. In this case, Axel's father. Refer to Dyne's Flowchart for a better understanding.

(2) Crescents: This is what they call a solar year in Katina. This name was derived after the way the planet's seven moons come into alignment once every solar year. They do, in fact, form a "crescent" in their sky.

(3) Kitling: Another word for the "tween" years of a cat's life. In general, their life is divided into the following stages: Kitten, Kitling, Young Cat, Adult Cat.

(4) Jumi: Stole this word from Legend of Mana.

(5) Tsuz: I stole this name from Tsuzuki, from Yami no Matsuei.

(6) Mura: And this name was stolen from Muraki, also from Yami no Matsuei.

(7) Dirty-fur: This is considered an insult in Katina.

(8) Prismatic Missles: Anyone who has seen the Unknown Battle from Final Mix might know what these are. The prismatic missles are these lazer-like beams that shoot out towards Sora. They are also featured in the final battle sequence of Kingdom Hearts 2.
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