Luna [paused]

Part 6

I tilt my head in confusion. Im not J..who is J? I am Nico-Ni. I think as the 16 year old boy sounding cat talks. "..and if you do accept, I wouldnt have to die by rejection. So what do ya say, master?" He looks up at me questioningly, waiting for my answer . "Yeah your a kitty! I love cats!" I say without thinking. I sound... like someone I know... but I can not put my finger on who it is. Taiyo jumps up so he is standing up and I pick him up, without thinking.
//4.30.16//
I nuzzle my nose to his and chuckle in a deep voice. "I do accept you Ryosuke." Taiyo beams and nuzzles into my muscled chest with a glow. Even though I expected it to happen, I say, "Woah! Sweet! Dissappearance!" I look around for a tail and I see a pure white soft tail sticking out of the waistband of my skinny jeans. It slightly hurts, the waistband is constricting my tail, unlike mine when Luna and I merged. My hands go slowly up to my ears and I feel large soft ears. My black ones were silky and smaller... why are these soft instead of sleek? I ask myself.
I jump up from my bed suddenly, a cold sweat feeling sticking to my skin. I rub my eyes and "Nyan" softly in a yawn. I smile at the darkness of my room, in spite of myself, and look to my right where my silver glow in the dark digital clock is. The blue numbers read 2:57 a.m. Huh...would have thought it was later. I mumble in my sleep-clouded mind. I yawn another "Nyan" and decide to have a glass of milk to fall asleep again. I pull off my red plaid covers and shuffle to dangle my feet over the left side of my bed. I grudgely stand up and stretch my arms out. My tail stretches as well and I giggle at the feeling.
I shuffle my feet to my door colored by the darkness of the night and wrap my dainty little hands around the golden colored knob. I open my door, yawning quietly. I rub my eyes and stumble my way groggily to my kitchen. I open my cabinet above my counter and get a clear glass cup with golden intricate designs looking as if they are crawling up the side of the glass from the bottom. This is my favorite cup to use, my mother gave it to me as a young child. I was only 7 years old when she gave me the cup. Little did I know back then that that was the last gift I would get from her. She died 6 months later from a rare type of brain cancer called
Pleomorphic xanthroastrocytoma. I remember that is when my nuclear family collapsed. My father was too depressed to take care of me and my 3 year old sister at the time. He laid on the couch for weeks straight, staring blankly at nothing and sobbing, "Why? Why Mindy? WHY?!" The sight tore me apart, but as much as I wanted to comfort him and cry with him, I had to take care of my sister. At age 7, I became a mother for my sister. I taught myself to cook using cookbooks and programs on the television. I washed clothes, the dishes, bathed my sister, I did everything needed to live. But when it was grocery time, which was every Sunday, I took my father's card (which had thousands of extra money we did not need at the time, being a small, simple family) and since his job was to sample new television shows, he really got money for nothing, and I did it for him. Since I was a very intelligent child, I forged e-mails to father's boss on his (my) opinion on the show samples. I remember after finishing my online grade school year for fifth grade one day in May, I went to check on my father who was suddenly quiet. I found him with his tie wrapped around his neck so tightly, when i unwrapped the tie from his purple bruised neck, it had a huge red welt where it had been. I could tel it killed him instantly from the pressure he used. I remember how I did not want my sister to know so I never told anyone at all. Since scarlet was taking a nap, I put dad in a bag full of trash (to mask the odor and the shape) and I dug a hole deep in the private woods behind our house (my mom bought the neighborhood's woods so we could own it privately before she died.) I buried him there. I buried my own father when I was eleven years old. And I never told anyone Scarlet thinks he left us, the family thinks he ran to a different country and dismissed anything out of the ordinary.