DoomPet

Chapter 87

When Haru awoke and Crüe wasn't curled up next to him, he jolted upright. The fur on one side of his face was matted from the bed and he looked around frantically. He worried that he had gone too far last night, and hurt the man too much.

He leapt off the bed and darted out into the kitchen. Both Crüe and the Slayer were sitting on the couch, watching a video on one of their phones. He leapt up on the coffee table, back arched and tail puffed out. He yowled like he was about to go to war, what was the Slayer doing sitting next to the marauder?

The demon was leaning his head on the man's Shoulder- well he actually was now quickly sitting upright and drawing in a breath to talk to Haru. "It's ok Haru relax!"

The cat was not convinced and paced around on the coffee table.

"We made up last night, he apologized, I apologized. All's right with the world. Relax." Crüe scolded him and turned to rub his head, "The only bad thing is this fucking hangover, dammit."

"Can I talk to him?" The Slayer leaned over and asked Crüe. He seemed oddly shy about asking.

The man rolled his eyes, "I mean sure, but he's probably just going to attack you. Scream if you need me."

The man stood and patted his leg, "Come on, follow me."

Haru stayed on the coffee table, glaring at the man.

"He says you have to carry him." Crüe paused the video they were watching, and took a sip of water.

He walked over to the kitchen and pulled out two over mitts, "Ok two can play at that game." He carefully scooped the cat up, who immediately started biting the shit out of his mitts, and rushed him into the bedroom.

He set him down on the bed but Haru sprung up and tried to lunge for his face. "Stop, listen! I know you don't like me but give me a little chance!"

The cat paused for a moment, and stood on the bed.

"Ok, so listen." The man squatted down to be a bit below the cat's height. "I've been a real fuckin asshole and a huge idiot. I get why you ain't so fond of me."

Haru hissed at him and swung his paw out, trying to bat at the man's eyeballs.

The Slayer pulled back, "And if I ever pull something like that again you can bite the shit out of me, scratch me, I don't care. I want you to know that I do really love Crüe."

The cat screamed right in his face but he didn't pull back.

The Slayer voice faded to a whisper, "I know, I know I've been awful at showing it recently. I promise I ain't gonna break his heart, or play with his feelings anymore..." The man paused, trying to think of how to say what he wanted to, "He mentioned to me this morning while we ate waffles that you told him to go back to hell. He was all upset and worried about it. I wanted to let you know that I have an account set up for him."

Haru stopped screaming and seemed interested. He leaned in closer and gave the man sort of a "tell me everything" glare.

The Slayer nodded and kept whispering, "Half my paycheck for killing demons goes into it. If we were to ever break up or I'd die-"

His ears perked up at hearing that, and he meowed with a grin.

"I don't plan on dying anytime soon, asshole!" He scolded him and continued, "He'd have a nice chunk of cash to get an apartment and get on his feet. Neither of you would have to suffer or worry about where you would go, ok?"

Haru seemed pleased, but it was sort of hard to tell with his perpetually uninterested cat looking face.

"It's still small cause I started it not so long ago, so I haven't told him yet." The man tried to search the cat's face for any sign of happiness.