"The Black Cat"-Yaoi

[Paper Carrion]

Backstory


For seven months the notorious Black Cat murderer has been on a murder spree. His victims consist only of nuns, strangely enough, and so far no detective has been able to decipher why he does so or exactly who he is. All that is known about him are hints of his appearance, with only rumors to back the rest of what is said. The Black Cat, as he is often referred to as, wears a simple black hoodie with cat ears protruding from the hood, and has demonic red irises; he also is said to be a young man, possibly in his late teens. His murders appear to be random, as if he simply spies a nun and then proceeds to kill them. He murders his victims most curiously; their throats are slashed open, but the cuts are almost exactly like what a cat would create if one were to claw at their necks. Despite the amount of people that have fallen due to the murderer, police and detectives have been unable to capture him and put the Black Cat to a stop.


Now


With a pale luminance, the overhead lamplights cast a honey glow over the mounds of orange-tinted snow, which fills nearly every nook and cranny of the city. In a particular neighborhood, dotted with abandoned warehouse and worn apartments, where the crimes tend to center about, one alley way is coloured with hot splatters of a burgundy substance- blood. It stains the corner of this ally, spattered over a filthy trash can and trailing down the street. It's vibrant against the glistening snow, which is furiously stirred up as if a fight had occured, both canine and feline pawprints visble in the still white. Further down and onto the street, the blood leads to a charcoal black cat. It's wounded, it's left hind leg left with the bloody bite marks of a canine, and it seems to be sustaining heavy blood loss as it sways on its paws. Eventually the injured creature stumbles and collapses onto the cool, powdery snow, faintly illuminated beneath a streetlight.

 

[Dyril Glitch]

< These roads are kind of disgusting... > Daxon thought to himself as he walked down the sidewalk, looking back and forth at the snow and sometimes trash and slush of drink mixing with the white powder everywhere. He continued walking until he smelt something familiar - a metallic smell... That couldn't be blood, now could it? Focusing his eyes over in front of him, he had seen the creature. A... cat? And it was wounded? His eyebrows furrowing, he's had a slight love for cats. Luckily, Daxon had brought bandages with him in this dark and decaying side of the town. Just in case, y'know?


Kneeling down at the cat, he noticed the wounds, and began trying to bandage it. What was a cat like this doing where a lot of dogs liked to roam? Shaking it off, he picked the creature up. ``Let's get you some shelter... Don't wanna be out in the cold...``





A few moments later, Daxon approached his old home. It looked nice, and comfortable, though kind of small. Walking in, he sighed a bit. Looking around, he sat the black cat down on the couch, wiping his red hair from his face. He grabbed a few blankets, and put some on the recliner he had. Picking the cat back up gently, he walked over to the recliner, setting it on the blankets and wrapping one around it. ``There you are...`` He smiled softly, then went to go get himself something to eat.

 

[Paper Carrion]

The little feline had been quiet the entire duration of being bandaged and taken into Daxon's care, it's blood-matted pelt bristled only from its apparent scrap with the dog that had caused it's painful (but not fatal) wounds; and not hostility. Truthfully the cat was in far more danger of passing on due to the approaching snowstorm, which blanketed the sky in columns of sudden dove grey, chilled the already frosty outside air, and gradually began to whip against the structures and buildings of the city. Perhaps the cunning creature was aware of that, as it hadn't struggled or ran away from Daxon, whom certainly could care for it. Or perhaps the black cat was in too much pain from the dog bite to flee.


Regardless it only surveyed it's new surroundings without sitting up nor moving. Front paws crossed delicately over one another and tail curled around it, the feline glanced around the room it was in. Peculiarly, it's garnet orbs glimmered like wet blood, or maybe even melted rubies pooled together into a charcoal singed goblet- stunning red against mischief black. Ears swiveling back at any sounds, such as the gale soon roaring into the frenzy of a fierce and unexpected blizzard, or the creak of the floorboards, the black-furred animal eventually set it's head down on its paws.


Warm and snug with the thick blanket wrapped around it, the feline was quite content to remain in its place on the recliner. Patiently it almost seemed to be waiting for Daxon to return. It's black button nose twitched, sniffing as it attempted to pick up any scents wafting from the kitchen. The cat was rather thin, though not too bony and more lanky than malnurished. It's salmon pink tongue swiped across it's paw, crooked tail tip bent as if snapped in half twitching just the slightest.

 

[Dyril Glitch]

The male decided to get some food for the cat, too. Grabbing some tuna that he had in his cupboard, he put it in a bowl. Pursing his lips, he wondered if the cat liked milk... He decided to warm up a little bit of milk for the cat too. His food finished, which was just some beef Ramen -- Something quick, and eatable. Smiling, he balanced the bowl of tuna on his arm, walking out, and seeing if the cat was awake. He didn't want to seem like a threat, but come on, who would leave a wounded cat out there like that?


... Don't answer that.


Daxon put the tuna and the warm milk near the cat on the recliner, not minding if a mess was made. ``Here you go.`` He said softly, seeing the cat's eyes were open. He gave a soft smile. He was very caring, but something about him seemed off.

 

[Paper Carrion]

The cat seemed to eye Daxon with its intense garnet gaze, as if searching for something admist the male's features. Only flicking it's bent tail tip though it sniffed at the tuna and the milk set before it, focusing on the food. It heistantly lapped at the milk, and paused, a bead of the creamy liquid quivering on its snow white whiskers, before hungrily gulping it down in a famished manner. Once about half the milk had vanished, it moved on to the tuna, and soon that was entirely devoured. Afterwards, the feline's jaw stretched wide open in a yawn that revealed it's gleaming fangs and salmon pink tongue. It contently set it's head down on its paws once more, eyes shutting.


However it didn't sleep, as it's tail continuously shifted back and forth like a rocking horse and it's ears also moved along with any sound as well. Instead it seemed to be resting for a brief moment from its previous ordeal with the dog. The blood trickling from the puncture marks had ceased at some point, yet it still was obviously painful despite being bandaged. Never the less the cat was in far better circumstances, as opposed to being left to bleed out in a blizzard.

 

[Dyril Glitch]

Sitting down on the couch near the recliner, Daxon was just glad the little creature was alright... he had a soft spot for animals of any kind. Sighing, he leaned back in the couch, looking at the ceiling fan that spun over his head. He slowly closed his eyes, beginning to think about what all happened the occurring day. A slight huff flew through his nose, and he looked over at the little cat he had found. ``Hm... Must be exhausted, hm?`` He'd ask the cat, or else, no one in particular.

 

[Paper Carrion]

The cat raised its slim head at the words, triangler ears perking up as it gazed evenly at Daxon. It meowed as if in answer; a quiet and soft sound, almost questioning you could say. It shifted a bit, tucking it's paws beneath itself and curling it's ruffled raven tail about itself. Vivid red hued orbs remaining open the feline simply watched Daxon as one would a curious new pet. After a while though it again shut it's eyes, relaxed. Outside, the snow storm was audibly whirling in a swish of snow crystals and chilly winds, producing a soothing noise.

 

[Dyril Glitch]

He chuckled, as if understanding the cat, and got up to go check if any windows were open. His red eyes shined as he shut off the light in the living room, the fire from the fireplace illuminating the room with a bright tangerine glow that flashed and danced like spirits. Daxon headed upstairs because he swore, he felt a chill coming from one of the upstairs rooms. The stairs creaking like dying souls under his feet, his gaze met with an open door, small snowflakes coming from it. A window was open. He was quick enough to go into the room and shut it so it didn't spread around the house.

 

[Paper Carrion]

Meanwhile the little black cat had roused, as if irritated that the red-eye male had left, its hind leg held cautiously above the surface of the recliner as it stood. Hobbling forward to the edge of the seat it wiggled it's haunches before hopping down, stumbling with a muffled hiss slipping between its shut maw. Gradually it's back fur began to bristle about its spine, and the feline started off throughout the house despite its bandaged wound. It's steps were heavy as it limped like a cripple, glistening jewel irises wavering melded hues of burgundy and auburn from the flickering firelight. Silhouette cast across the floorboards and the wall the cat slinked around, inspecting things curiously and hissing occasionally whenever it's leg brushed up against something.

 

[Dyril Glitch]

Daxon came back out of the room, closing the door slightly so the cold could warm up slightly. Looking down the stairs, he saw the cat walking about, and gave a small sigh, going down and kneeling next to him. ``I should've told you to stay put... You're hurt - you should stay down.`` He looked really worried now. His hand slowly going to pet behind the cat's ear.

 

[Paper Carrion]

*As Daxon's outstretched hand neared just behind his right ear, which had a jagged nick along the furred edge, it stiffened. Visibly rigid in place the red-eyed creature meowed once more, the sound displeased, and if the cat were a human it would have possibly been frowning. Twisting around it bit at Daxon's hand; though it was playful, as it bit down in a gnawing manner and didn't do so roughly. It then rasped it's tongue across the male's palm, before pushing against his fingers and nuzzling against him. Relaxing visibly it playfully batted at him before rubbing against Daxon, a low purr rumbling like an oncoming train in the distance in its throat.

 

[Dyril Glitch]

With a tilted head, Daxon wondered why the cat's meow was displeased. He chuckled when the small creature bit his hand, then licked his palm. He didn't seem to mind it as he gently pet the cat, being careful not to hit its wounds or nick any kind of place that hurt. He heard the purr, and figured the creature was now comfortable around Daxon, which made him kind of happy because he didn't want to come out looking like a threat. ``Ya like that, don'cha?`` He asked with a small smile, continuing to pet the creature and awaiting some kind of answer.

 

[Paper Carrion]

In answer it pawed at Daxon's hand, claws sheathed so not to prick his skin, before delicately balancing on one foot with its front paws placed on his leg. A soft, whirring purr still continously sounding from its slender maw the dark-furred animal brushed it's head against him affectionately, as if in gratitude. Garnet hued eyes shutting as it was pet the feline's tail swished slowly across the floorboards, paws kneading in place.

 

[Dyril Glitch]

He chuckled quietly as he thought the cat's actions were cute. He picked the cat up gently, careful not to hurt it, and started toward the living room. He wondered if the cat was thinking about anything that was important, or worrying about the pain in his small body. Hey, who knew? He carefully set the cat on the recliner again.