Isis part 1
Jun. 10th, 2013 01:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aoikurashikiHe wasn't so sure at first.
Aoi saw little tiny paw prints in the trace amounts of snow around the garage, behind the garbage can and behind some of the hedges. Curiously small things that made him wonder about the animal that left them.
It wasn't the first time he had saw them either. It had started a week ago and he always looked for what had left them. Aoi never had much time to look it was back and forth to work for him. Always moving, never thinking, doubling back don't-let-them-trace-you behavior. Until one evening he finally saw the poor thing.
A tiny black kitten huddled up against his front door with the saddest yellow-gold eyes he had ever seen. A runt of the litter judging by the size of her and she was getting to be on the thin side. Then again so was he.
She allowed him to pick her up and she huddled to his warmth almost immediately. Sick of being cold. Sick of being alone. Sick of...Well.. Sick of it all to be honest.
He felt bad for her as he tucked her more into his shirt and shivered as he stepped into an empty house. Emptiness seemed to mock him along with the silence. Oh how he hated the silence so he turned on the TV and amped up some music. He figured as he made his way into the kitchen that a little warmed milk and some tuna never hurt anyone.
Aoi saw little tiny paw prints in the trace amounts of snow around the garage, behind the garbage can and behind some of the hedges. Curiously small things that made him wonder about the animal that left them.
It wasn't the first time he had saw them either. It had started a week ago and he always looked for what had left them. Aoi never had much time to look it was back and forth to work for him. Always moving, never thinking, doubling back don't-let-them-trace-you behavior. Until one evening he finally saw the poor thing.
A tiny black kitten huddled up against his front door with the saddest yellow-gold eyes he had ever seen. A runt of the litter judging by the size of her and she was getting to be on the thin side. Then again so was he.
She allowed him to pick her up and she huddled to his warmth almost immediately. Sick of being cold. Sick of being alone. Sick of...Well.. Sick of it all to be honest.
He felt bad for her as he tucked her more into his shirt and shivered as he stepped into an empty house. Emptiness seemed to mock him along with the silence. Oh how he hated the silence so he turned on the TV and amped up some music. He figured as he made his way into the kitchen that a little warmed milk and some tuna never hurt anyone.