KINGAGAIN

One, apparently the “War of The Worlds” remake was only a temporary thing. Things had simmered to something akin to peace, and there were no more corpses littering the street, so she’d hoped it was a one-time deal. Two, she was, more or less, living on the street. Three, almost all of her effects were gone—not to mention, she’d been given a stick—and four, the only effect she could use was one of her most useless ones. The Cat effect.

Now, granted, maybe she could’ve been able to make some use of it if she could turn into an actual cat, but as it stood, she could only get halfway there. And only for a brief period of time, it seemed. Still, she felt a little less….lost with it equipped, so that was one upside.

Ears twitching and tail swaying, she decided to leave the safety of her box and gather her bearings, now that the dust had settled. The heightened senses were another upside, and given how…unsettling the area of District Gamma was—almost reminding her of the areas within the FLOW program—the heighten senses were something of a comfort.

The young woman’s pupils immediately constricted as a dark blur fell in front of her, and she only just managed to refrain from rearing back. 

…..Oh.

A cat. Funny! Real funny.

Ah, but, she always did have a soft spot for cats..

Sabitsuki regarded the smaller feline for a moment and slowly knelt down, one ear flicking in response to the attempt at communication. She’d never communicated with felines in the FLOW program, as there weren’t very many, so she ‘d never been sure if she could actually….interact with them, vocally speaking. It felt like hearing a language she used to know—she knew it should mean something, and she could almost pinpoint it, but Sabitsuki still couldn’t quite understand.

Licking her top lip, Sabitsuki looked around for a moment before returning her focus to the kitten, trying to appear serious despite the embarrassed heat rushing to her face. 

This is so stupid…

    At the sound of her reply, his eyes closed in joy, his lips upturning almost human-like. He sauntered forward to rub his head against her leg, a very quiet purr rumbling through from is throat.

    Five minutes was approximately the time he’d had left before he changed back into his usual self, and he still didn’t feel comfortable enough to be seen in public. Cutting off their connection obviously early, the cat turned around to face his company, then trotted towards the ally from which he first arrived. There were less people in there, meaning they could talk peacefully.

“…???”

     ♚Though now she felt herself wanting to tease him even more. Was that a bad thing? Probably was. Though when was the Twili woman not getting herself into some sort of trouble. Which is what she’d probably proceed to get herself into, she’d pay for the consequences later.

     ♚“ Oh but your reaction is simply adorable, “ she said in a teasing tone as she gave his ears a few more gentle rubs. Well hopefully this cat boy didn’t have any claws. Otherwise this’ll get pretty messy, maybe, she was still having quite a lot of fun with this. “ I thought cats enjoyed getting their ears scratched – or whatever it was they liked. “ She said with a wide grin on her face as she proceeded with her actions of rubbing his ears.

     ♚It wasn’t like she was going to keep doing this though, she’d stop. Soon perhaps, probably best if she did stop soon. Last thing she needed was someone ranting about this situation and then a certain princess getting word of it. The Twili woman didn’t want to deal with anymore lectures with that woman. No matter how much she adored her little human dweller, she did not adore her lectures.

    Despite how terribly he wanted to reply to her statement, the pleasure was undeniable. It was what cats liked, a kind touch like this something he hadn’t experienced in a long while, but for a Katze, it was almost sacred. Both ears and tail were sensitive to touch, and for them to be touched by a stranger without permission was practically defiling.

    It felt as if centuries had passed by the time he was released, fingers relinquishing their hold on the woman to cover his ears himself. He was red, slightly out of breath, and fumbling for words he couldn’t place -- that was the effect of the assault and the laughter afterwards.

             Only when their eyes met did she put her humming to silence, though her bright expression remained. “It’s okay!! But to answer your question, thiiiisss iiiissss…” As she trailed off, she threw her arms out to the side, hardly behaving professionally … but how would a dull introduction attract any attention? “Ta-dah! A candy store! We have tons and tons to offer and I’m gonna try to suggest an even bigger selection soon!”

     “Candy.. store? Candy...” He had to think back at least a decade, to a time when he tried the best of what Weblin had to offer. He could remember small sugary sweets which were called candies, but from the very few he was allowed to have, they looked nothing at all like what was featured here. He could see some resemblance, but nothing he recognized. Had candy evolved that much?

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Absolutely infuriating. 

“Mmm..~”

The white cat only hummed quietly in response to the other’s words. He was listening, of course.. Curious as to how this came to be. He’d figured out by now that this was not his Julian. The other world Julian managed to snake his way into the city he’d grown so fond of. Ah. But it was still Julian. Perhaps that was what frightened him. “Rumors… Wails of a ghost…? Nya.. Do you intend to make your cute brother cry, Julian? Fufu…” Even though he was absolutely disgusted to be in this position, a manic grin was spread across the cat’s expression. “Fear you? Didn’t you know?.. I’m shaking in my boots as we speak…” A quick scoff before his ears perked up with mild interest. “Ah? Oya..? Who is he?–” Well now. Who’s to say Julian was entitled to answer his questions? The questions of a lowly court musician standing before a king.

Laughable.

     The first cry was a sweet melody. His grin grew more sinister at the sound; it'd been far too long since he'd heard it. There was a reason for his anger, more selfish than the city-wide decree of war against the Otherworld-- the reason for finding and capturing his brother to drag him into the depths of the underground jail cells was for his own aching desire. What the twins had done to him in the past could only be redeemed by a lifetime of suffering, pent up emotions released only with the crack of a whip against flesh. When such relief disappeared, the white cats left alone, the future of Weblin no longer in his possession, Fiona no longer by his side, there was no such thing as peace. Having Auger as his toy had quelled his bitterness quite effectively.

     The blonde's smile presented itself like a challenge. How long could he keep up such a disgusting face? Undoubtedly, the one below was having similar thoughts. Two twisted brothers, locked within their hatred, thought nothing more than about how disgusting the other one was.

     "You know, Auger," The tip of the blade began to pierce the skin of his neck, twisting and turning within the shallow cut as if he were bored. "You're here in this world, as well. You've just become... pathetic." The beginnings of a chuckle rumbled from his throat. "Tiny, little Auger. You have nothing anymore. No palace, no kingdom, no attention, no toys, no knights, no mother, no brother. He ran up to me, no different than how you looked when you were ten years old. Then... He ran away. Ahaha... Hahahaha. Even he knew to fear me. If he had stuck around, he would have been wonderfully broken. Just like I was when you took everything from me, hm?"

     Abruptly, as if the memory had invoked a great amount of anger, the foot previously pinning him to the floor collided dead into his ribs. "Stupid cat...?" The expression on his face changed into indifference.

     “Do you realize how petty you are? It's useless." Another kick to his side. "Always looking down on me." Another kick. "Always reducing me to nothing." Another. "Always calling me trash." Another. "Always calling me a stupid cat." Another. "Useless." Another. "Useless." Another. "Useless useless useless!" Another, particularly harder than the rest. "I'm not your toy! I'm not pathetic! I took everything from you, no stupid cat could do that!" His voice escalated with his rage, shown twice with every stomp away from the bruising Cathy on the floor. A flick of the wrist disposed of the blood left on his blade before it slid back into its holder as he marched.

     He returned to the wall where the chain was coiled around a wooden wheel, the push and pull of the crank on its side retracting the chains from the floor, through the metal loop in the ceiling, and back to the wheel-- Auger was lifted up by the cuffs around his wrists, dangled just above the floor so that his toes could touch barely reach the ground. From the wall was plucked a leather whip, unwound and tugged through his hand wrapped around it.

Despite the irritable screams of the Hive populace filling the air no matter where he went, there were no men on horseback. No blades being brandished after a hearty war-cry. No  There was no pride to be found among this carnage, amidst these these skirmishes with the inhabitants of the other world, piling in from the god-forsaken portals of whence they came. And though he did aim to help those who seemed less capable of defending themselves, he did not blame the inhabitants who shied away from him with terrified looks on their faces. After all, with the blood already splattered across his cheek from those he’d already thrust his weapon into…

As he stepped over wrecked signs and into the enormous supermarket, strange wrapped confections and displays were littered along the floor, the tell-tale signs of destruction here and there as he pushed his way past a massive display of boxes stacked in a large rabbit-shape. His tongue wrapped around his lips as he surveyed this new field for the enemy.

Far off down a mostly abandoned aisle did a surprised shriek come as it seemed a casual observer was being surrounded by those more militant, their weapons raised. Was there any way for him to lend his aide to the stranger in time? The naginata searched his surroundings quickly, looking for anything in his immediate vicintiy that would aide him.

Luckily for them, Iwatooshi was a resourceful one despite his age.

The beast had somehow lifted himself upon one of the strange metal horses that were filed in a row – balancing was the hardest part, with his weapon stretched out along his back – pushing with the pointed edge of the blade in order to for him to gain some momentum. And when he pushed, oh did he push. The cart suddenly went sailing as he surfed down the aisle towards the assailed, twirling the enormous weapon in the air above him with an accompanied triumphant battle-cry as he drifted past rows of cereal boxes. 

“DORYAAAAAA!!”

     He had done his best so far with only a shovel, driving away one or two straggling militia as he kept hidden beneath the shadows before. An ambush should have been properly expected once inside a large building with industrial lighting, a place deserted by workers and left an open, unguarded resource. The sudden surrounding of a large group of alternate citizens had the cat shrieking, dropping the gathered supplies to properly brandish his weapon-- had he the time.

     He shrunk himself against the rows of boxes, ignoring his quivering the best he could as he fumbled with his shovel, only to feel the cold blade of metal slicing into his torso far deeper than any wound he’d ever received.

     His breath caught with stifling pain. The guffaws of the enemy filled his head as they closed in around him. This.. ..was it.

     This was where he died.

     “DORYAAAAAA!!”

     The squeaking of cart wheels spinning faster than they were supposed to caught the attention of Julian’s pursuers, the attack staved off long enough for the gardener to crumple to the ground against the shelf and throw his arms over his head in self defense. He’d only caught a glimpse of what the approacher looked like, riding a cart like a maniac with a spear-like weapon twirling above his head. Was this his savior?

     Some fled down the aisle in retreat, and some dragged their weapons in the cart’s direction, as if hoping to stop it. How foolish a move that was, with the audacious man as threatening as he with such an obvious upper-hand, the battle would only lead to one thing for the enemy-- death.

Music : Scars of Weblin (Extra Version)