Asami's Protégé

Asami felt his lips curl into a smirk as he watched the black haired beauty awkwardly chug at his glass while trying desperately to hide his blushes. That's what he always does... He uses those sweet words to guile prey into his trap, FeiLong thought without looking up. Hmph... Asami and his insipid mind games.

As his phone rang out, Asami left the table and headed to the small skylight near the edge of the room to attend the call. FeiLong looked up from his glass as he tried to hear into the conversation. Too far... FeiLong knitted his brows and concentrated, hoping to read the other's lips. The only words he could make out were war, deal, bargain... FeiLong sighed. "Its no use", he thought. "To think that I wouldn't know if this man was planning my own death inside this very room without my knowledge", the thought itself made him feel weird in his guts. He stopped drinking as he slammed down the glass on the table and sighed, resting his head on his arms.

He suddenly felt a little tug at his arm, he ignored it at first, his mind was too full to process it.

But he felt it again, a little tug at the elbow of his shirt as if a child was trying to call him. FeiLong lifted his head and looked around. Asami was still at his call, facing his back toward him, looking beneath into the city through the skylight.

FeiLong frowned a little. He was sure he had felt something.

"Down hewe", a little voice called out softly. FeiLong instinctively followed the voice and looked down at his side, no sooner than he did so than he gave out a startled yelp and jumped out of the chair.

The little kitty looked up at FeiLong and smiled. "I'm sowwy I scawed you, I din mean to... You see..." The little kitten said a lot of things thereafter to explain what it was doing there, apologizing because it had shocked FeiLong, but FeiLong wasn't listening, he hadn't yet gotten over the fact that he just saw a talking cat. The kitty looked extraordinary, it was pale yellow and brownish-tinted in colour, with a fluffy tail and black and brown spots all over his tail and back. He was wearing a cyan coloured apron with a Pusheen print on it, it was tinted with cocoa dust and sauce. In his hand he held a covered platter that he carefully set down on the table as he talked. As extraordinary as the creature itself was, what stood out in him was his smile. FeiLong hadn't quite seen a cat smile before. It didn't take very long for him to find the little animal adorable in every way, and he smiled back at it gently.

"Good to meet you", he said.

Asami turned around and set his phone down, finishing his call.

"Ah, Jack", he smiled as he greeted the cat.

FeiLong's brow twitched, he didn't remember when he had last seen Asami smile, or if he had at all.

"Gummorning meowster!" the kitty greeted back enthusiastically as he hopped to Asami and handed over his files to him.

Asami knelt down to his height and took the files from him, then petted his head, "well done", he said.

"Thankyou~" the little animal replied, with an even brighter smile, before he hopped away and got to work around the room.

He was rather fast, for an animal his size. He quickly brushed the curtains, changed the sofa covers, cleaned and mopped the floors, but all the while he had a jovial and springy air about him, and he never stopped smiling.

FeiLong sat back down into his chair as he watched him. He really couldn't get over how adorable he was.

"Who is he?" he finally asked.

"Asami looked up form sending an email," he's jack, my protégé," his eyes scanned to the little kitty and as his eyes rested on the little thing working away at the furniture, he couldn't help but smile at him, as always, "it was a few months back that I saved him from the fire that killed his family. I didn't have the heart to give him away to the orphanage. He's not like other kids, and no one knows what tortures would be meted out to him, should I have done so. So I decided to keep him to myself, and raise him as my own."

FeiLong smiled as he found himself agreeing with Asami's decision for the first time ever, without a doubt or question.