Hawknell release the tenshi
#51
Suki couldn't help but giggle at this. How long had it been since she had this much fun? When was the last time she hadn't felt scared? A while ago! And she had a big cat in her home!

"I hope you'll play with me too." She whispered, in English to not make this a binding request.

And she threw another nugget at the other end of the room. She had a dozen left, and was all for using them all to entertain her guest.
#52
He would continue to catch them. So long as she had them to throw. This distraction kept him from searching for the door, for an exit, for a way out of this box he found himself in. It kept him from contemplating how hungry he might be, how willing he would be to try and prey on her. Made it easier for his more reasonable mind to make at least a few of the shots and not act entirely as a wild animal would. It left him without real fear, and worked down some of the restlessness that might have built it back up again.

The ramifications of what he'd done, even with her as a willing participant, would not settle in until he was very much more himself again.

For now, he was just a strangely proportioned cat with more fur than nerve, chasing down greasy, wingless birds.
#53
As the nuggets ran out, so did her energy. Suki was hot, and not from the nugget-baseball game they were playing.

Was there more meat? Yes? Maybe?

She slowly got up, feeling a bit dizzy, and went to the kitchen. There was a pack of pork shops she had meant to freeze in smaller portions.

"Mada... kūfuku...?" She asked the tenshi, messing up the sentence doing so, but it was getting hard to word. Brain was hot.

She smiled widely. She was sooooo infected.



t-still... hunger?

#54
Emboldened, as she moved toward the kitchen this time, he followed. Got within a few feet and peered up at her. Something about hunger.

They were always hungry. She would learn this.

For now, though, he was content. If she produced more food, he would continue to eat. If she did not? Well, he had no drive to attack her. His kind was not the most aggressive creature anyhow, and his personality was mild. And the pink woman had proven herself a resource.

So he trilled, low, at her. Amber eyes fixed on her every movement.
#55
That was probably a yes? It took a few tries but she managed to rip off the plastic and not drop the meat directly on the floor! Not that it bothered tenshis! Oh no, would she eat off the floor in a few weeks? Maybe she could put plastic everywhere to protect the floor from herself.

"Food." She said before making slow delibarate steps to the bathroom and putting a cloth under cold water.

Her plan was to flop on the couch with the cloth on her face and maybe sleep until the full moon. Hopefully Sasaki-san would not allow his tenshi to eat her, but it wasn't like she could put up a fight in her state.
#56
He would take her offering and let her leave to do as she must while he gorged on the rest of the meat on offer. Licked the packaging clean, then his paws. And by that point, when he felt full and perhaps a little tired and more contained than trapped...

The big feline plodded toward the woman on the couch. Observed her with sniffs from several feet away, as if considering something. Then he turned with an uneasy bounce and absconded to a nearby room. Looking for somewhere to secure himself for his own pending nap. And with a crouch and a wriggle, he flattened himself out and wedged himself neatly under a properly sized bed. Sniffed and sneezed at collections of dust and stray pastel hairs.

But, in the end, closed his eyes. The cat felt secure in here, away from prying eyes and attention.

The man would feel decidedly more inconvenienced when he woke up in... oh, about six hours.
#57
In the end she wouldn't sleep through the whole fever but a few solid hours. How many, no idea, but enough to feel a little better. Still feverish, and hungry too.

She got up and stretched, the guest in her room forgotten at the moment, and snacked on cheese, unsure what day it was, and not stressed about it.

The perks of being her own employer! She deserved a break after the OH!

The bite!

She looked at her arm. No bite. Huh! Did this not happen? Back to the couch, dozed off again.
#58
It was while she dozed the second time that he awoke.

While waking up slightly bewildered about where he was was unfortunately all that unusual, finding himself in a very... flat planed space, dim and dusty and cramped, was particularly aggrieving. Groaning to himself, he mentally cursed out the cat. If he were any larger of a person--!!

As it was, it would take him a minute to extract himself from the crawlspace under the bed. Undignified, hating it. But trying to do it quietly, because he did not know where Sakamoto-san was, and he did not wish to summon her. Especially as he escaped enough to realize he was in her room.

Nope, absolutely not. So, with all the ninja stealth he could muster in his currently sore body state, he made his break for the guest room and shut the door sharply behind him.

If that didn't wake her, he'd attack his neatly folded clothing that had mercifully gone undisturbed, and emerge in a moment.
#59
The sound of a door closing had Suki groan and roll on her side and crack open her eyes. Door. Heh, probably just her roomie. She turned to face the couch backrest.

Wait.

She had no roomie though??

Slowly, she would stretch to peek over the couch at the mostly silent apartment. Mostly silent because, since when was the fridge so loud, and the ceiling fan, and her own heartbeat??
#60
And the otherwise soft footfalls of her forgotten guest as he had put back on his socks and now was crossing back to the door.

Dignified again. And a little worried about... had he forgotten something? Though he had a vague recollection of Suki napping... she was alright, wasn't she?

Opening the door, he mad a cautious approach on the living room. If she was still asleep he would face the terrible choice of deciding if he ought to just leave. It was very late by this point and he felt like he was an intruder...

"Ano..." he said to the room, before he caught her peeking.
#61
For a few seconds Suki would be making a O____O face. Fever brain failed to instantly remind her why Sasaki-san was in her home in the middle of the night.

It was the smell of chicken all around her that reminded her of tenshi games. The tenshi that was her friend. The friend who bit her. The friend who saved her!

"Anata no tenshi wa totemo kawaīdesu!" She said as greeting, a bit too loud, a bit too muddled.

Because this was the priority, not confirming she was infected.


T-Your angel is so cute!

#62
Ah, he was grateful he was not the blushing sort. Much too self aware for any of this, he did not think...

Well. To put it shortly, he felt confident that the 'tenshi' form he was so graced with would suit Suki Sakamoto much much better than it had ever or would ever suit him. But nonetheless, he was fond enough these days. Being around the other snow leopards helped with that. It was much less him and his cat against the world these days.

So he cleared his throat, and approached the couch with a subtle incline of his head. Acknowledgement. Adjusted his shirt, but it wasn't askew to begin with.

"Genkidesu ka?"


'how are you doing?'

#63
There was only one Japanese word in her hot brain right now!

"Netsu!" She proclaimed before falling back on the couch. "It. Worked!"

A giggle. Also maybe she should have a nap in a real bed.



t-fever

#64
It was a complicated feeling, that confirmation. Suki seemed delighted, or perhaps merely delirious, and Usui attempted to make himself feel more relieved than apprehensive about it in light of that. He walked over to her, to look at her there on the couch. She did really look unwell in a way that crawled across his own old memories. He had not felt unwell in that way since his own turning. Likely this would be the last fever she ever had.

For the best, he knew. She had been in danger and that was why she had asked him to do this to her. Still, he found himself trying to study her arm from a distance anyway. Remembered his own teeth dragging against her skin.

He exhaled shortly.

"Anshin shimashita."


'i am relieved.'

#65
Suki was relieved too! Still had to be careful because she knew her own tenshi hadn't eaten the bad magic yet!

She wanted her bed. But also, um. Big eyes with heavy eyelids looked at him as she lifted her arms.

"Hagushite mo īdesu ka?" She asked sweetly.

She knew it was a BIG ASK, but please!



t-can I have a hug?

#66
It was, in fact, a monumental ask.

And for a moment he stared at her as if she had just asked him to do something significantly more terrible than that. He almost couldn't process the request for what it was, but after a few arduous moments he reminded himself: he had in fact just bitten her. Change her life entirely. She was in a state of suffering, even if she had also wanted it.

They were friends. He did not mind her company. He owed her a great deal, and that was why he was here.

Still, if he had not just been a cat mere hours earlier, he would have been tempted to become one. Defensively.

Nonetheless. Not really sure how to do this, after a few seconds of internal battle and halfway dissociating himself to another place entirely, he nodded and... stepped toward the couch. Uh... sort of? Got closer, arms slightly out, stiffly and awkwardly. He could not bring himself to be the one to make it happen, but he was close enough for her open arms to find him.
#67
Oh, this was an even bigger ask than she expected. He was looking at her as if she was crazy. And he got closer, but he seemed to really REALLY not want this and...

"Wasurete kudasai." She said softly, turning away before he could see tears.

It wasn't her style to cry, but the fever and her body changing just threw her into a loop of emotions.

Snack and bed! Who needed hugs?



t-please forget it

#68
It wasn't her, though, that was the issue here. And even while stalwart in his own state of being, Usui knew when he'd crossed a friend.

And while it would have been relieving in some ways to let her say 'forget it' and move on, he could feel the slippery grip of guilt that would not be quite so fleeting.

"Sakamoto-san," he said softly, not moving, voice still insistent. Please, if she needed the comfort, he... he could manage this. He knew he could. It was not wrong of her to ask this from him, even if he had already undermined the whole thing.
#69
It was almost like rejection, but she knew she couldn't fault him, it was wrong to ask things of friends, but, but-

She rubbed her eyes when he called her name. Her real name. He was the only one in town who knew it, and it was about time she shared it with more people. Not now. But soon.

"Sorry." She mumbled, brain having a hard time remaining in one language for long.

And she nearly tackled him, squeezed him as if he was the one in need of hug.

There were no regrets on her mind, just the fear of the unknown.
#70
How long had it been since he'd hugged anyone? He literally could not recall. He didn't even shake hands with anyone, ingrained in culture and personality as it was for him.

But he took her touch and her weight and only held his breath for the first couple of seconds. But he got his arms around her and noted that she really was quite warm, smelling of stress and sleep and the haze of food she'd fed him previously. Too strange to think about too much, so he set it aside and held her... perhaps longer than he would have, if he hadn't previously made her feel like he was unhappy to do it.

It was not so bad. Just alien.

He hoped she felt better.
#71
Hug! HughughughughugHUG! She hoped his tenshi felt it too! And maybe soon her own tenshi would feel it! She wanted it so bad now that it was almost there!

It was over too soon but she couldn't be greedy!

"Genkidesu!" She proclaimed before taking a step away and giving a deep bow, so deep it nearly tripped her. "Soshite... Tsugi wa?"

She wasn't sure she would remember what he told her so she pointed at her phone, hoping he would understand she meant 'please text me later'.

Ooooooooh did weres have telepathy betwene them? It would be sooooooo practical!


t-I'm fine! And... next?

#72
It did feel like time for him to go, considering the hour and the state of her. He bowed--not nearly so deeply--in return, finding it was a gesture that settled him somewhat after the hug. He did not want it to be something he felt he needed to 'shake off' but it did linger with him anyway.

"Nani o kitai suru ka oshirase shimasu," he assured her. In thinking on it, he considered that perhaps he should let Erik know, now that it was done. Just so that no one was take too off guard. It seemed likely that the others would be glad for another friend, especially if it came without traumatizing anyone into it. No accidents here, only strange circumstances and hard choices.

"Nani ka hitsuyōna koto ga areba denwa shite kudasai."


'i will let you know what to expect.'
'please call if you need anything.'

#73
Suki had so many questions. More questions than Bree in interview mode! But even without a fever, she wasn't as smart as her friend. She would patiently wait for the answers to fall in her lap. One at a time, like raindrops from a shy sky.

Ohhh that was pretty. She should write it before she forgot... forgot what? Oh darn!

"Hai." A nod. A bigger nod. Tired. "Oyasumiiiiiiii..."

Yawning and stretching, she marched to her room and wouldn't bother to change into pajamas or check if the door was locked.


t-yes, good niiiiiight

#74
"Oyasumi nasai, Sakamoto-san."

This, utterer quietly as she went off and he saw himself out. Made sure at least her entry door was locked--he was clear headed, even if she was not.

Time to take a very late bus home, and sleep until morning. Reality would be evident soon enough.
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