Diabolik Cat's (Reworked)

New Baby [5]

-Shu's POV-

"Fufufu, hello, big brother. It's so nice to see you again." The voice was eerily familiar, drenched in a taunting sweetness that annoyed me.

I stared, my breath heavy as I recognised the source. There, in front of me, was none other than my perverted little brother, Laito, though now he was also a cat, his mischievous emerald eyes gleaming with the same unhinged energy he had as a human.

"What? Not happy to see your little brother?" Laito's voice, though now reduced to feline meows, carried the same mocking lilt that had always irritated me. His grin was wide, and his expression was twisted and almost gleeful, making him resemble a Cheshire cat.

I remained silent, my gaze hardening as I watched him. This was a nightmare. Why, of all people, did it have to be him?

"Oh, that hurts, brother dearest," Laito crooned, his tone feigning injury though the amusement in his eyes was unmistakable.

I shut my eyes, trying to block out his presence, to will him away like a bad dream. These few days had been strange enough without adding him into the mix. "Why are you here?" I asked, my voice low, hoping to push him away with sheer disdain.

"So cold," Laito replied, still grinning. His voice was a mockery of affection, and his expression was pure mischief. He wasn't going to take this seriously; I could feel it in the way his voice and tone oozed insincerity.

"I'm not in the mood for games. Tell me," I demanded, my tone sharp as I cracked open an eye to glare at him. The sight of his ever-present smirk made my irritation flare.

But before Laito could respond, the woman's voice rang out from the hallway. "HEY, HEY, NO FIGHTING!" She appeared in the doorway, her hands balancing two food bowls as she entered the room. The smell wafted over, making my stomach grumble, but I refused to look away from Laito. 'I don't trust him being here. Why is he here?'

"Duck, you have to be nice to your new friend. He's going to be living with us, so you need to get along," she scolded gently, her voice filled with genuine concern. She had no idea what our real relationship was. Meanwhile, Laito's soft and mocking laughter began to rise in volume, filling the room with a sound that grated on my nerves.

As the woman placed the bowls on the floor, Laito's chuckling escalated into full-blown laughter. "Duck? Is that what this woman calls you?" he chuckled, entertained by the situation's absurdity.

"Quiet," I commanded, my voice cold and authoritative. Laito's laughter tapered off as he sat up, raising an eyebrow at me, his grin never faltering. The playfulness in his eyes was gone, replaced by something sharper, more calculating.

"Why are you here?" I asked again, my patience wearing thin.

Laito's grin widened further, a glint of challenge in his eyes. "I could ask you the same thing, Duck." The emphasis he placed on my new name made my fur bristle with annoyance; with him walking around in his cat body, anyone could think he was meant to be a cat for with ease he was behaving. I narrowed my eyes further, letting my silence demand an answer from him.

"Okay, okay, jeez. When did you become so talkative?" Laito finally relented, his tone still laced with amusement. He took a few bites of his food before finally launching into an explanation.

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-Laito's POV - 30 Minutes Earlier-

Being a cat wasn't such a bad deal. I could slip through alleys undetected, and no one suspected a thing when I used this body's natural agility to get away with my usual antics. Plus, the world from this low angle offered plenty of opportunities to indulge my... curiosities, like peeking under skirts as I dashed past the unsuspecting women in the bustling streets.