Ch.32 The met up

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*Karols point of view*

The sun was setting and I called Royal to make sure that we were still meeting up tonight. I waited for a while before finally getting an answer.

"Hello?"

"Hey Royal, It's Karol, are we still meeting up tonight?" I asked

"Yeah, just name a place." Royal replied.

"How about the coffee place?" I asked

"Sounds good to me, I'll be there in ten minutes."

"Ok, I'll start heading over there now." I said

"Cool, see you there."

With that we hung up and I grabbed my keys and headed for my car. Sometimes I wonder how my Mustang remains street legal bit it does. I got in and started it and drove off to the coffee shop where I took my seat and waited for Royal to show up.

*Royals point of view*

I arrived at the coffee shop in minutes. I shut my car of and stepped out, and made my way to the door. Upon opening the door I hit with the scent of Coffee which I loved, I saw Karol and went to her table taking a seat across from her.

"Hey." I said

"Hey." Karol responded.

"So what's up, why the sudden meet up?" I asked

"I.....I wanted to talk with you.....and I want you to know something, something I'v kept secret for a long time.

"And what would that be?" I asked worried about her.

Karol reached up and removed her hair clips, I watched in awe as two cat ears raised from her hair and twitched from the strain of being held down for so long.

"You're a neko too?" I asked

"Yeah, I kept it secret for years, I almost forgot I had them, since they've been held down for so long, and I saw how you defended Coconut at our recent Racing event so I felt I could finally open up to someone." Karol said

"Well, you're welcome to tell me anything Karol." I said petting her head.

"Nya?" Karol responded

"Want me to stop?" I asked

"N-No, keep going, its rather comforting."

After a while Karol seemed to get a little uneasy, she would steal short glances at me and start blushing uncontrollably.

"Hey Karol, is something bothering you?" I asked

"N-No, I-I mean.........."

Karol let out a sigh of defeat and looked up at me, her gold eye's glistening in the dim light above our table, a blush spread across her face.

"Royal, I......I love you." Karol said

I smiled, "I love you too Karol but, I don't know how Coconut will feel about it, see she doesn't have a problem with Cinnamon because their sisters and it goes into this whole thing where neko's accept it if their to share an owner/master but since you're not part of the minaduki family they may have a problem with you." I say

"Actually, when I was young before Kashou found Chocola and Vanilla he and Shigure had me as their original Neko, I matured early on and moved out a year before Kashou found Chocola and Vanilla, Kashou was never around much so I always talked to Shigure, Shigure and I still talk to this day, you can call Kashou right now and ask if he remembers me." Karol said

So I did, sure enough the story she had told me was true, so it wouldn't be too wrong would it? I thought. It wasn't long before Karol spoke up.

"So, wanna come back to my place?"

I smiled. "Sure."

We left and headed to our cars and I followed Karol back to her house, once there I gazed at her house, so this is what the leader of Rogue Speed lives in huh, a 10 bed room, 6 bathroom, three story suite. We went inside and it looked amazing, living room decked out with a wrap around couch, glass coffee table, 75 inch flat screen tv with surround sound and a few game consoles lined with a few racing games.

"So she plays video games." I say with a laugh.

Karol giggled. "Yeah, I play a lit of games when I'm not racing."

"Cool, I never really got to experience the luxury of playing video games, since I had a shit life growing up." I said

Karol took a seat on the couch. "What do you mean?" She asked.

I joined her on the couch and told her my life story.

"See growing up we never really had money, my parents and I lived in a hood like area, my parents always treated me like an adult and saw me as their pride and joy, and we were happy, until my mother died when I was thirteen. We found out that she had a drug problem, me being thirteen at the time I didn't know what drugs were so I brushed it off as a natural cause, as the years went past my father slowly picked up a drinking habit. It was small at first like one or two beers every so often then it became three to four a day and then it just grew and grew then he would take his anger of losing his wife out on me, he would say it was my fault she died, that it was because of me he was the way he was, and that I caused my own punishment, finally one day when I was seventeen a friend came over and was dropped off by his dad who was a police officer at the time and witnessed my asshole father bust a beer bottle over my head and arrested him on the spot, he got twenty years for four years of abuse, at which point I was sent to live with my grandmother in Olympic city, there I got my first car, a 1997 Honda Civic Type-R.

My grandmother was struggling to keep her house because my grandfather past away a year before the incident involving my father. So I started street racing to get money to help my grandmother pay for her house, eventually she found out but she realized that this was the only way to keep her house. So I kept racing, once her house was payed off she could afford the utility bills so I kept racing and eventually had enough money to go further into the city of Olypic and that was where the real racing scene was, and eventually I met Eddie and his crew know as the East siders, I beat them one by one until I was in top of the racing scene and moved city to city from there racing and never looking back."

"I'm so sorry." She said, her eyes filled with tears.

"Its okay, its all better now." I say.

Karol stared into my eyes and I immediately felt my heart warm as we slowly inched closer and closer until our lips met in a kiss, we continued kissing until Karol pulled back.

"You can sleep with me if you want."

I blushed slightly. "Ok.." I said.

I scooped Karol up and carried her bridal style up the stairs to her room.

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