A Year and Six Trillion Overnight Story; Chapter 1: Just another Cat in the Rain

Somewhere in Japan, under the dark sky as rain pounds down on concrete streets, people rush by going on about their days. Somewhere in the group of people who rush trying to get home and out of the rain, pink boots walk down a now empty side walk the rain continues to fall down. Passing by an ally the person with the pink umbrella looked down the dark pathway, the sound of shaking and crying reached their ears. Without a thought the person walked down the dark path with only the light of the lone street lamp, at the end they found strays of trash and cans lined the walls without a single soul in sight.

Looking around pink eyes spotted something cuddled up against the wall looking further they noticed something red littering the ground and some on the stone wall being washed away by the rain from above. Looking closer at the bundle in the corner, they went forward without a second thought in their mind. Now standing over it, pinks looked as they noticed it was a cat…an orange cat lying on the wet ground.

Wide eyes looked down at the poor creature, it's fur was filthy, spots of grim and what they could only think was blood. Cuts and bruises covered littered revealed skin where hair was missing.

The child fell to their knees, tears threatening to fall from their eyes, removing their coat the child wrapped the poor creature carefully inside not caring if their clothes began to drench in the rain. Standing to their feet the child quickly grabbed their umbrella running out of the alley, rushing down the wet streets with the poor creature in her arms the girl rushed past building after building, down street after street.

The small girl began running up the dirt path, passing past tree after tree. With the coat in hand the female jumped over a large stone wall landing effortlessly on the grass below. With a short breath the woman made a quick dash for the door.

Inside the house she closed the door quickly, water dripping onto once dry marble floor. Walking further into the house the woman placed the small kitten on the sofa. Gently unwrapping the pink coat she looked down with soft eyes at the sleeping orange cat, careful not to disturb it. Going into another room she came back with some towels and some bandages. Carefully she moved the cat on the towel, after setting it down she began applying gaze and bandages on the kittens wounds. Wrapping around it's legs and stomach and one part of his head from yesterday.

"There you go little guy" she said admiring her work. Again she scooped the kitten into her arms and began her walk upstairs to bed.

The next day, the woman slowly rose from sleep. her pink eyes slowly opened as she looked over to the spot where the kitten was to greet them or at least she would if the cat was still there. Her eyes blinked, becoming wide as she bolted from bed and began looking for the cat. Frantically she searched the house trying to find him or her, but to no avail.

As she made her way into the kitchen her eyes went wide as she spotted someone by the sink. Her ears picked up the sound of water running and that's when noticed the person putting dishes into the holder. Quietly she walked behind the person as the continued to face away from them.

"Um…hello?" she said as the water was quickly turned off, as the figure slowly turned toward her. Pink eyes widened as the figures face came into view, orange hair set on top, she noticed the left half of the child's eyes was bandaged only leaving their right red eye. The child looked on nervously at her, an awkward silence filling the room.

'Um…hi…who are you?" she asked as the boy just bowed slightly not giving her an answer.

"Okay not what I was going for, but…" she scratched her head giving a yawn and as she looked closer at the boy bowing on the floor.

"Um, little boy where did you come from?" she asked as she looked at the boy on the floor. She was trembling and small whimpers where could be heard.

"Are you okay?" she said with a concerned look on her voice when suddenly the boy shoot up from his position on the floor.

"I'M FINE!" he said quite loudly his eye wide and full of emotion…fear and tears. As she walked forward the boy rose from the floor and back toward the sink and returned to cleaning the dishes. His movements were quick, almost frantic as they continued to clean.

"Everything is good, everything fine. I'm cleaning, I'm being good and cleaning" he mumbled, weather it was to her or to himself; but his voice was dead and almost robotic.

"Are you okay?" she said again as the boy kept cleaning the dishes,

"Yes master, I'm perfectly fine" he said and no her eyes widened at the name the boy had responded to him with.

"Um, little boy why did you call me master?" she asked as the boy continued to wash the dishes. After a moment of silence the woman gave a soft hum,

"Okay then!" she said suddenly and the boy jumped before at her sudden outburst, "I'm hungry! How about I fix us some yummy breakfast" she said with a smile looking back the boy continued to hold a stilled and somewhat fearful look his eyes.

"Um…what would you like me to cook?" he said with a low and fearful tone waiting for the female to answer. As he looked up, he blinked as the pinked haired woman began taking stuff from the refrigerator and cabinets and placing them on the table.

"Okay how about some pancakes, oh and bacon, and yes a delicious omelet!" she giggles as she gathered the ingredients and cooking pans.

"Okay" he clapped her hands together, "Let's get started!" she said before turning back to small boy who only trembled in his spot.

"Little boy do you have a name?" she said, a somber look on her face as she smile at the boy who only blinked and shook their head slowly.

"Please forgive me master", they carefully bowed their head, "I don't have a name. I was not given a name." the small boy played with the tattered orange fabric of their clothing, "So…I let whoever buys me name me and I'll answer to it", their voice was low and it held bits of sadness, a broken voice.

The woman said nothing just stared the figure as they twiddled with the robe, small fingers twisting the old and warn fabric, "I'm really good, I can cook, and clean. If there's anything else you need I can learn really quickly", his voice was distant and his eyes dead with every word he spoke.

The small child waited stilly where they stood, the woman stood her position as well. Her face was still and her hands clutched with a hidden fury.

"Well my name is Miki, little one" she smiled quite warmly as the boy continued to look down with blank eyes. So many questions went through his mind, he wondered if he had upset her in some way, was she disgusted or displeased with them, the small fingers clutched the fabric tighter.

Seeing this, the women seem to sense the turmoil in the small child even though a small smile played across the figures face, his eyes held the true emotion, emptiness. "What are you thinking about?" she asked making the other flinch, "Nothing master", he spoke with tinges of fear in their voice. "Nothing! Nothing at all?" he said again and continued to stared down.

"Hey now it's okay" she said trying to calm the others who just looked at her, she walked over toward the boy who trembled as she stood over him. Moving her hand she slowly brought it up and as it came down the boy closed his eyes as if expecting a hit, but it never came. Gentle fingers moved over and through matted orange locks.

Small eyes widened as the hand continued to caress his head. It was gentle and almost…almost…what was that word.

"See it's okay" her voice was sweet and soft like the sweetest honey as she continued to rub the others head patting it a couple of times, "So how about breakfast" she smiled warmly, the boy sniffled, before nodding slowly.

"Good, why don't you wait in living room and I'll fix you something yummy" she smiled again as the orange haired boy nodded again and slowly walked across the kitchen, stopping at the entrance he looked back at the female who smiled happily, before he turned and walked into the next room.

….to be continued...maybe...

Should I continue?