Paru Café's t/n: Hey! As you may know or not, I also translate Nuclear Eggs' stories to French. If you guys want me to translate a one-shot in French, do no hesitate! It helps me to improve my English; when I grow up, I think I want to be an English teacher ^^ Or else, I want to work in UN or something... Greenpeace, maybe T-T I'm an hardcore ecologist, to be honest (maybe a little tree-hugger x), a heavy Al Gore supporter. Sarabeka's doing Entomology studies, so we're pretty close, we chat whenever we have time.

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MaroonCross did help me this time. Thanks to her. Thanks to you, Jay ;-;

Sarabeka's a/n: Hi! Since I saw some enjoyed this one-shot, I venture into more for you. Nothing really change; the cat adapt himself to Luka's intrusion, that's all.

The cat is bored.

He wants something that doesn't come. He sits in front of his mistress's room, but he dare not to meow. The parents of the Domain don't appreciate his shrill squawks upon awakening.

Behind the door, there was his mistress and Luka. He hadn't seen them exit the room, which meant that they must still be in bed. It's just that now, normally, his mistress would climb down to the ground floor and gives him his bowl of milk.

And the cat is hungry while waiting.

Even if his bowl of cat food is only half empty, he won't eat it. He wants milk, right now, immediately. And he won't move until he gets some.

He scratches at the door a little and hears something move inside. With the sounds he hears, he guesses the one who awoke wants to be discreet. Yes, but for the cat's ears, she makes more racket than a whole pack of dogs excited by the sight of a bone. Somewhere, he pitied humans because they weren't as agile as him.

Although to overcome this weakness, there were movies. These pictures full of noise the Domain family watched while he dozed on the back of the couch. And in these films he had seen humans move and jump almost like him. But there was always too much noise.

The cat, often imitated but never equaled, waits patiently as the door opens. When the door does finally, just enough to let a human slide out, he's almost surprised to see that it's not his mistress. Luka looks at him with an air of reproach in her eyes and the cat answer with one look telling, "You're perhaps cross with me, but you have to bear with me."

The young woman let out an exasperated sigh and cautiously went to go down the stairs. The cat follows her and stand stiff near his bowl, where his milk is poured every morning. But as he sees Luka looking out for milk, he can't resist the urge to rub against her bare legs, just for the pleasure to bother her. He knows she hates that and it boosts his cheerful mood slightly.

It's been several days Luka and Miku told the parents of the Domain they loved each other. As a result of, Luka spends more and more time on his territory. Something the cat doesn't necessarily appreciate. After all, she is an intruder. An intruder who's unceremonious towards him at that.

He still has the scorching taste of this trapped, mustard-flavoured mouse in his tongue...

There's also this small red light which runs on all the walls, and which has the annoying habit of disappearing when he's about to catch it. The cat doesn't know where this round and red little firefly that jumps up to the ceiling comes from; but one thing is for sure, it's Luka's accomplice.

The cat sometimes responds to these challenges. He wasn't going to let his Domain stolen by the young woman sleeping in the same bed as his mistress. He sometimes sneaks into the room where there both were, then hid on the shelf surrounded by the various plushies and waits for the opportune moment.

It lasted some time, but the cat was patient. Revenge savored slowly.

He then slowly descended from his perch, taking care not to drop anything and not be seen. Then he climbed into the bed, slipped with some difficulty under the blanket, and crawled like a captured soldier under enemy fire, until he reached the interlaced legs of the young women.

It usually started with a toe nibble or two before going to lick Luka's sensitive ankle. It was often enough for her to jump out of bed with a scream combined with fear and surprise. Another time, the pink-haired woman had had the "good" surprise to find a still warm snake on her half of the bed.

Anyway, without appreciating each other's company, they don't hate each other. The cat saw Luka as a disruptive element that needed to be rid of. Luka took the cat as her girlfriend's pet she was forced to deal with.

After being rewarded with a "nasty animal!", Luka put down the bowl of milk on the kitchen floor near the cat food's bowl and turned around. The cat hears her climb the stairs.

He doesn't care, he has milk now.

Later in the day when everyone is up, the parents went to work (what the hell this word, 'work', means?). The girls are all alone, the cat purrs under his mistress's fingers. She pulls the rings that adorned his tail right up there with delicacy and gentle scrubs of all kinds. Luka, sitting on a chair had eyed everything, with a glimmer in her eyes the cat easily recognized.

Jealousy.

He redoubled purring, staring at the pink-haired woman who was left, sulking. It wasn't to her, her mistress did such cuddles, huh. Serves you right, the cat thought. She had Miku at night, yet Luka still wanted to monopolize her? Not even in her dreams. Miku was HIS mistress. Luka had to get another one.

It had been odd at first, to see Miku with short hair. They reached just below the shoulders now. And without worrying more than that about the situation, he still listened to the girl's conversations when they joined, the day after the night they had spoken to the parents.

Miku had said she wanted to look more like a boy, because two girls on the street attracted too much attention for her taste. Luka had retorted that a girl hanging out with an androgynous girl attracted more looks. Miku blushed and apologized as Luka then squeezed her tightly in her arms, so much so that the cat had thought she was going to choke.

It was weird for a girl to want to become a boy. It was as if he, the cat, wanted to morph into the neighbour's female cat. He would be smaller, less muscular, his fur would also be a nice sand color coat... But he wouldn't be a cat anymore.

A big stray cat with fire-fur once told him that he had left his humans to remain a cat. When he asked what he meant, if he would turn into a female cat, the big cat had replied that without being a female, if he had stayed there with his humans he would no more be a real cat.

He returned to the Domain, wondering if it was possible for a cat to turn into a snail.

The cat stands up on his mistress' lap and stretches. He better take a nap. Or he could go hunt something. A group of sparrows had recently made a stop in their migration near the Domain.

He descends from his perch and headed for the door. His mistress follows him to open the door. As soon as he puts a paw outside, he's already returned to curl up on the couch. There is no way he'd go outside. It's cold, wet and it falls those funny little white thingies that stick to the fur and make it all wet under the tongue.

He hates that.

On the contrary, it seems to delight his mistress. Whatever, if she wet her feet, he doesn't care, he won't move from here, even pretending to be a simple black and white cushion. He hears Luka mock him and doesn't even deign open a lid ajar to show her a little bit of attention. He has his dignity after all.

Later, after countless naps (short or long, a nap is a nap), the small white thingies have topped out and it's been a long time that he hasn't stepped outside. While chasing a good mouse or a robin bring a little more flavour to your meals. The girls, meanwhile, seem to have fun like crazy. He hears them from his couch, laughing or screaming outside. When they return, they're soaked from head to foot, wrapped in thicker pieces of cloth than most of times.

They greet the parents and then quickly climb to the floor. They're frozen and they want warmness, with a 'shower' in a torture chamber. The cat wanted to see what a shower was. It's in a bright room, in which there is no way to hide. And then, there is nothing to cling to, and water.

Water everywhere.

He ran out, wide-eyed and whiskers strictly perked.

The cat hates water!

These human were really crazy.

His mistress no longer restrained herself to take Luka's hands in her's now, even when the parents were around. They didn't hesitate to say more words like caresses, they touched each other's hair with less modesty. Which meant that Miku mostly stopped blushing for a yes or a no. Although the cat thought the phenomenon was pleasantly amusing, it's always surprising to see a human that changes colour.

And right now, in front of him, they exchange funny coloured packages. The cat knows such packets, especially the paper around them. He loves to play with these bright, colorful things. He realized that these packages were often exchanged when it was white outside. He would think about it later.

Meanwhile, his mistress tears open the paper with big bright eyes. She draws a box and opens it.

The cat think it's stupid to pack things this way. Except for play, this paper is useless. What would he look like, if he, the cat, brought a paper wrapped mouse to the neighbour's female cat? She certainly wouldn't want it.

They exchange words of love, of thanks. They say that there ain't greater gift than being both together, and the cat go hide in a pile of coloured paper near them, as they cuddle in coloured blankets upstairs.

Whatever, his greatest gift to him is that they let him sleep quietly.