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  (Name) still wasn't completely sure how exactly she ended up with this masked man and it dwelled on her each second she resided in the dimply lit room. She was also getting quite restless over the fact that he still hasn't let her get out of bed.

The next time he showed up for his hourly visit, (Name) studied him as he refilled her water glass and supplied her with snacks to keep her satisfied until dinner. If she counted correctly, she has gone through this schedule with him for at least five days now. She suddenly had a thought and she giggled to herself. "Whiskers." she blurted. The mask turned to look at her, and it frustrated (Name) that she couldn't see any of his facial expressions. She smirked. "Well, since you won't tell me anything about yourself I am going to give you a nickname. Whiskers." She smiled innocently. "Because of your cat mask," She added sweetly. She heard him sigh out deeply and turn away. (Name) was going to call out to him, but she instead shut her mouth, pressing her lips together.

(Name) rattled her mind to come up with the most logical way she could find out who Whiskers was. As she munched on crackers and chips, she tried to devise a plan. Whiskers always stopped coming after 10:00pm. (Name) decided that he was most likely asleep by 11:00. She would just have to wait patiently until then. (Name) figured that Whiskers took off his mask when he slept, so all she had to do was to slip in his room, and take a glimpse of his face.

The hours ticked away as she sat around and read books that lied around and proved to be just ninja techniques that she found very interesting, but she was to lazy to try any of them out. She took a nap, which was also very nice indeed, and when she woke up, it was midnight. She didn't mean to sleep in that late (but then again, she didn't mean to do a lot of things) but she presumed that it was probably better that way.

She hesitantly got up and threw the overs off of herself and trembled as her bare feet touched the cold wooden floor. It was pitch black, but luckily, she remembered where Whiskers kept the matches to light the candles that were scattered across the room (they had already burned out, or Whiskers came by to blow them out when she was sleeping...who knows). She cringed with each step as the floorboards let out sighs beneath her toes. She felt around in a spare drawer for the matches and grasped a candle. She swiped the match and brought the tiny flame to the wick of the candle. 

She slowly made her way through the unfamiliar house, and realized with horror that she had no idea where Whiskers's room was, or how big the place was. What if she got lost and her candle burns out? Her chest tightened and she swallowed loudly. 

Despite being slightly scared, she proceeded.

She fumbled around in the darkness, making much too much noise than she would like, and hoped that she hadn't woken Whiskers. She walked past what seemed to be a make-shift kitchen, and a small living room adjacent to it. It was a cozy home; though definitely not fit for a family of more than three. She walked down a narrow hallway until she passed a door. She stopped and leaned toward it, pressing her ear against it. She did a sharp intake of breath when she heard steady breathing on the other side.

She licked her lips with nervousness and her hand slowly clasped the door handle. (Name) held her breath as she pushed the door open, and to her relief, it didn't squeak.

The candle light flickered as she moved around in the room. (Name)'s eyes rested on a bed with someone in it. She swallowed, and moved closer. Her grip on the candle tightened with each step, and she could feel sweat forming on her forehead. When she got close enough to see, she grumbled internally.

Whiskers was sleeping with his mask on.

Her face shown frustration, and she questioned Whiskers's sanity. Who in their right mind would sleep with a mask on? I've never done it, but it would most probably be uncomfortable! 

She kept her breathing quiet, still, and set the candle down on a bedside table with her heart thumping. Her mind told her to run back to the room and let it bother her no more, but curiosity was showing in her trembling hands reaching for the mask. Her whole body was aching with anticipation, and when her fingers brushed the mask, she hesitated.

Nothing happened.

Suddenly, more confident in herself, she gripped the edges. She slowly began to lift the mask off of his head. She had barely saw a glimpse of his bottom lip until she was suddenly pinned to the wall and the candle light died. Her wrists where in a tight grip of Whiskers, and in the darkness, all she could feel was the heat of his body against hers.

"Erm..." She struggled. She could feel his breath in the nape of her neck, so she could tell that his mask was off. It was a darn shame, she thought, that she can't see him. "Sorry?" She squeaked. He chuckled, and it made her feel a bubbly feeling in her stomach.

"You really are that curious to who I am?" He asked in a husky voice. "Heh, you probably wouldn't know, even if you did see my face."

"I wouldn't be so sure," She mused. "For some reason, I keep thinking about you, and your mask always pops up in my dreams, and I have these weird visions. I'm not entirely sure who you are, but I believe I have the right to."

"Oh?" Whiskers was just dying to get a taste of her, just one, but he knew the price he had to pay...

He didn't cover his face when her pendant glowed a deep red, and showered the room with a red tint. (Name)'s eyes sparkled as they reflected the red glow, and lifted up to meet the face of Whiskers.

His raven hair, his defined jawline, his piercing blue eyes, and...the whisker marks on his cheeks all brought up a sudden remembrance. She didn't quite know how she knew, and when she knew, but in that moment...she remembered.

"Menma."