A/N: I know I haven't updated in a really, really, really long time. I had a few personal issues that I needed to resolve, and I'm really sorry for suddenly disappearing. But I don't want to make excuses, so let's just get on with the story!
As always, I hope you enjoy!

Kirika traces the raised lines across her skin, red still, but they don't sting any more. Jongin watches on from the corner of the room, a slight pang of something in his chest makes him feel uncomfortable, but he ignores it and pretends it's just a symptom of his hunger. It wasn't his fault it happened; the stupid human put him in a tub of water - he hated water; it wasn't his fault she was trying to kill him.

The silly human should know that, right? That cats don't like water? Jongin tries to convince himself that he did nothing wrong, but somehow the thought doesn't sit with him well as he watches the girl's fingers ghost over the lines he'd left on her skin - whether it was his fault or not. But now at least his fur was nice and shiny and he was warm again, so he was content regardless - even if it was a little bit selfish. He refused to credit that hellish tub of water or that stupid human for that though, and least of all the weird black plastic thing that blew out hot air and made scary noises. No, it was all thanks to him that he was warm now. He glowed in self-pride, telling himself that it was his doing, when it really wasn't. 

"You're a mean kitty," Kirika states, but the look in her eyes when she casts a glance across the room to stare at the ball of fluff isn't cold, but rather disappointed. It's similar to the looks mothers give their children, and teachers give their students. A bubble of guilt rises up Jongin's throat, but he swallows it and convinces himself once more that he is innocent, maintaining the same carefree attitude all felines possess. He didn't really care, after all: she was just a human. 

Kirika stands up, letting out a small sigh, and approaches the black cat that has already claimed her bed as his own; comfortably sinking into the mattress and shedding his black fur on the pale gold sheets, eyes closed with a content, continuous purr - too quiet to be heard by anyone but himself. When she sits beside him on the bed, his eyes snap open. Immediately, a look of disgust a