Prince of Cats

Chapter VIII

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"How do I always get into these types of situations," Ryoma thought annoyed as he massaged his forehead. Seated across the coffee table, was his ex smiling like the happy bastard he is.

"What in God's name are you doing here, you idiot," the twelve year old asked annoyed. "I'm moving in with you of course. You have no one else living with you, I'm taking the opportunity to move in and pamper you rotten," Yukimaru said happily.

Ryoma sighed annoy, and felt a headache coming on. "I have half of the mind to torment you in the worse possible ways," he muttered. Yukimaru smiled, "If it's from you, than I wouldn't mind it," he replied.

Ryoma's eye twitched annoyed. "Stay calm, Kuroneko, remember what your therapist said," he thought. "Ryo-chan, you're not upset, are you?" Yukimaru asked softly. "Of course not, I'm thrilled that you're here," Ryoma said sarcastically. "Oh, great, I'm glad that you're not mad," Yukimaru said happily.

Yukimaru's answer was a pillow to the head. "Of course I'm mad! Hell, I'm pissed! When I told you I didn't want to see you again, I freaking meant it!" Ryoma yelled.

Yukimaru blinked surprised. "Ryo-chan, calm down. I know that you can take care of yourself, but I just want to make sure that you're going to be OK. Just let me stay here for a week, and I'll be out of your hair by next Monday," he reasoned.

Ryoma sighed, still pretty pissed. "Fine, you can take the master bedroom," he said. "You're not sleeping with me?" Yukimaru asked sadly.

"Of course not, I'm in one of the smaller rooms," Ryoma said as he stood up, and walked towards the kitchen. "Heading to your room the, Little Rose?" Yukimaru asked. "Don't use that nickname with me, Yukimaru-san, but, yes, I am," Ryoma said as he walked away. "Alrighty, night!" Yukimaru called after him. The twelve-year-old grunted, and walked into the kitchen.

~The Next Morning~

Ryoma groaned a little as his eyes slowly opened...only to see the smiling face of Yukimaru. "Good morning," his ex greeted happily. A look of annoyance appeared on Ryoma's face, as he smacked the Demigod on the head.

"What the heck are you doing in my room," he asked. "You look so cute when you're sleeping so peacefully, I couldn't resist," Yukimaru cooed. "Yada," Ryoma hissed, grumpily. "Aww, come on, you love me," Yukimaru cooed softly.

The twelve-year-old glare at the tennis player as he swung his legs out of bed, kicking Yukimaru in the face in the progress. "Ah, hell! That smarts!" he cried as he rolled around on the ground in pain.

Ryoma stood up and hissed. "You deserved it, you ass. Now, out. I want to get dressed without any wandering eyes," he said annoyed. "Why? It's not like you have anything that I haven't seen before," Yukimaru said bluntly. Ryoma's face turned bright red as he grabbed Yukimaru by his shirt and literally kicked him out of his room.

"Out, you asshole!" he yelled as he slammed the door shut. Yukimaru sat up, and looked at the door. "He still has that cute temper of his," he laughed softly. The Child of God stood up and walked down the stairs towards the kitchen.

The table was set with all kinds of different dishes, all of them Ryoma's favorites. All Japanese. Yukimaru sat down and poured himself a glass of orange juice. "What should I make for dinner," he thought as he glanced towards two bento boxes on the kitchen counter. One for him, the other for Ryoma.

Yukimaru sighed again and took a sip of his juice. "Maybe I should try a different approach. Yeah, that sounds right. I will win him over again," he thought as he swirled his juice around. The Demigod grinned, "Yeah, that sounds just about right," he thought.