The Innocent Cat (Sequel To The Second Cat)

Haunting Memories

Nikki's P.O.V.

"Dad...?" I mumbled under my breath. My father nodded firmly. He stepped his right foot in front of his left as he began to walk closer to me.

"Hello Nikki," my father spoke, his bitter voice hovering over me like a cloud that only rained hatred. "How have you all this time? I haven't talked to you since...how long was it...? Thirteen years, perhaps?" I grinded my teeth in return as he glimpsed over at Kyo  in disgust. "Is this the boy you told me about Akito," he paused for a moment, cringing a little. "....The Cat." I noticed Kyo tense at those words, making his temper rise. My father turned his back, muttering a few offensive words about Kyo, not saying them directly towards me.

"It's alright, Minoru, she knows about him," Akito assured. My father nodded, glancing back at me and grinning.

"Hideous, isn't it?" my father spat in disgust. I placed a confused look on my face as I turned my head towards Kyo, seeing if he knew what my father wasn't talking about. However, his face did not just show that he knew what my father was talking about, he was furious at it.

"You know what? Shut up! I don't care what you say about me! I've taken care of Nikki and loved her more than you did. What did you do...? You abandoned her in the woods because she was a cat! You knew about the curse and you knew that Nikki would've had a high chance of being born with one, but what did you do? You rejected her! If I was her father I would love her for eternity and never give her up, unlike my parents or most of the parents of the others born into the zodiac. Maybe instead of doing all of those cruel things to her, you could've loved her and see how amazing this girl is! So next time you take someone's pain and laugh about it, think about your past first. Think about the things you've done wrong and that could never be fixed..."

My jaw dropped slightly at the words Kyo hollered out of his mouth. It was true; I was abandoned and I was rejected by him. My parents were probably hiding that I was a Sohma this whole time. They were ashamed at my curse of turning into a cat. I indeed wanted to be loved by him; to cherish me for all of eternity, but his faith was none of that.

After that huge protest from Kyo, my father smiled, yet it wasn't as pleasant as it seemed. He looked behind his shoulder, glimpsing at Akito, who nodded slowly with his cold, wicked eyes staring deeply into my soul. I gulped in fear at what would happen next. But my hunch was wrong. All my father did was pulled a small, neatly wrapped box out of his pocket. He held it up for a moment and smiled, heading towards my way. I stepped back a few inches, still unsure of what was happening. Though, that didn't help. Instead of finding an exit, I instead found my back hugging the wooden wall. My father got closer. Close enough that I could hear his breathing. Then he stopped. He stood a few inches away from me, holding the parcel firmly in his hands. He quickly pushed Kyo out of his way, making him stumble backwards.

"Nikki, your mother wanted to give you something. I spoke with her a few days ago," he began, holding the gift up, waiting for me to grab it. "Its a special gift. Please open it." I took the present from his cold, wrinkly hands slowly. There was a dark blue ribbon at the top, signifying that the only way to open it was to unravel it. As I did, I lifted the top cover off, revealing a necklace. It was beautiful, but not as gorgeous as the ones Kyo gave me. A smile curled on my lips as I gazed in awe at the chained necklace. "You like it?" my father asked. I nodded in return, not taking my eyes off it for even just a second. "How about you put it on?" I looked up from the necklace for a brief moment, then nodded slowly. I took it out of the box, then I unclipped it, placing it around my neck.

Kyo's P.O.V.

Nikki. My poor little Nikki. Why did Akito do this to her? She hasn't done anything to make him think that way of her. But her father, he looks familiar like someone when I saw when I was younger walking home. A man just like him, at a house with two girls; one older than the other. The older girl was holding the younger one tightly, like she never wanted to let her go. The father on the other hand never laid an eye on the younger girl, instead he was gazing around until his dark eyes met with mine. He glared at me for a moment, warning me about him. But all I knew that day was to run. Run away from that little girl's house, hoping that she would be alright.