𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

c h a p t e r_t w e l v e: Returning home late

Nighttime had finally rolled, the sun was setting no longer present on the sky, the moon wasn't a full one, but crescent shaped. Accompanied by stars, like a blank canvas, it's a painting similar to the painting Starry Night.

Inside a five story apartment building, on the 4th floor. A woman's silhouette can be seen illuminating on the curtains that covered the windows, after changing unto comfortable clothes, Y/n sighed in relief finally lying down after a long day. It was her favorite part of the day, except when it's the night of her day off then it wasn't.

Her face, washed. Stomach already full. And Blanche? Fed. His bed, was on the corner of her room, which like a sofa, due to him not being able to fit on regular cat beds. Did it take up most of the space of her bedroom? Yes. Somehow she made it work. Rolling the left side, where Blanche is peacefully minding his business, grooming himself before sleeping;

Y/n had noticed it, upon witnessing it every night. Both had interlocked eyes, Y/n slowly blinked which made Blanche scowl deepening, choosing to return the gesture, Y/n's face beamed in happiness before he turned the other way, ignoring the screeching noises she made.

T w o m o n t h s _ l a t e r. . . .

Her heart was ready to leap out of her chest, her fight or flight mode activated just as her tiredness disappeared into thin air. Work was tedious, returning home late for the first time in a while, her mind was running with ideas on dinner to cook for Blanche.

it was Saturday after all, All Y/n wanted to do is to go to her humble abode and sleep the rest of her day off, which is Sunday. She should've asked for more, yet with her bills piling up more, now that she has two mouths to feed.

Yet, now she find herself staring at the tall figure with glowing yellow eyes that scrutinize her movements in the dark. The only light source between the two, is the small yellow bulb on the entrance. Y/n wanted to run, yet she curses herself for already dead bolting the doorway.

She'd be dead first before unlocking every lock she placed on the door, which on most times it's useful but in the scenario such as this one; it's an inconvenience.

Y/n kept her eyes fixated on figure, making out the lean stature of the tall man, she could not see him very well, but she questions herself for seeing something sprouting in his head and something moving from behind him, She wasn't sure, she could be hallucinating for all she knows.

"Hi-

"You're late." His voice was icy, as he started to walk towards her, taking a step back. The man stopped, "Don't, please. I-

"You don't remember?" He mused, Y/n looked perplexed at his statement, "Dude the fuck?" Ignoring her, as he proceeded to walk towards her ignoring her visibly shaking figure, "I will screa-

"Blanche?" She whispered yell, finally seeing him in the light, the man before her was pale. His hair  is long, and a tail behind him swung slowly. His eyes, ever so piercing. "I did not think you'd look like this." She murmured, a clog in her brain finally turning, "you're a hybrid?!" His eyes turned to slits, not hesitating to cover her mouth, whilst eyeing the door behind her;

"Do not scream, people might hear." He whispered on her ear his voice was rather soothing which took her aback, causing goosebumps to run from her neck to her spine, Y/n nodded, although her fear is still there, a certain giddiness had surfaced. Removing his hand from her, as he took a step back, silence engulfed the both of them, as Y/n finally noticed something off about him, aside from the fact he's a half man half cat "Are you wearing my skirt?"

"I cut the back, hence it's now mine." He replied coyly, "I loved that skirt." She mumbled, quietly apologizing to Debora whom she blamed for the disappearance of the said skirt. Walking further inside the apartment, Y/n followed close behind;

Silence engulfed them both like a blanket,
Quiet suffocating to say the least, Y/n sat down on the couch as Blanche sat in front of her, crossed leg on the floor. Back straight, arms crossed over his chest, "Why did you return home late?" He asked, "How the hell are you a human?" Y/n gaped when he didn't give an explanation.

"Don't you not know? You bought me-

"I don't even remember that!" Throwing her hands over the air as if surrendering, Blanche starred at her, "Ah yes, you were intoxicated." He murmured, whilst looking down at the ground briefly before looking back at her, "Well, you bought me, so that's that-

"Did, i buy you on an auction?" She knew what answer she was going to receive yet she dares to ask, "Isn't it obvious?"

Blanche stood up from the ground, "Worry not Y/n, I won't be here for long."

"Huh-

"I will return home soon." Y/n deflated at his statement to which he noticed, a tug in his heart stopped him from a snarky statement or two, "That's nice Blanche." She smiled at him.

"I know." He replied back. It was good that both of them aren't close, for once goodbyes wouldn't be so sad, Blanche thought as he quietly stared at Y/n. Rather somberly.

"I should get you better clothes, it would be from my closet for now." She stood up, brushing past him feeling rather dizzy from the situation that had occurred between the two. She now owns a hybrid. Take that to those people that thinks that only rich people-

'Ohhh....' Before entering her room, Y/n turned to Blanche who stood there still quiet, staring at her already, 'He is an impulsive buy.' Drunken, actually. Eventually turning away to enter her room-

'She must not feel saddened, I don't belong here after all.' His mind was at turmoil now with thoughts such as that.

l a t e r _ t h a t _ evening. . . .

The house, well. Apartment, was now quiet. Not a footstep to be heard, only the occasional sounds from the vehicles outside the vicinity. It was around 1 am, Blanche was sleeping on the floor of her room, refusing to sleep at the living room. Using an air mattress, to which Y/n surprisingly had.

She concluded that it was probably when she was half asleep when she bought it. Which led her to make Blanche carry his couch of a bed to carry outside the living room. Which led an argument to the both of them- More like bickering really.

Despite the whole building from the outside perspective, the windows in every level has been covered with blinds and others, their lights turned off. Her's are the only one who's still wide open and well lit. It might be a weird sight to see, well, not really if you live in the city.

Inside the room, Y/n is seen to be shuffling on her purse, the one she used in her trip on Nirvana. Along with the important documents scattered on the bedroom floor. Trying to find the papers that stated she bought blanche-

She held the documents she found on the inside pockets of her purse, which she overlooked a lot of times. Skimming through the contents and there it is-

A statement that says his whole being;
in an underlined sentence, it says.

[ specimen _ cat hybrid ]

Facepalming herself for her stupidity, that explains his odd behavior. Y/n placed the document down, proceeding to have a mental breakdown.

- To Be Continued