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Forgotten? (All\R)

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(Anti's p.o.v)

Today...is a, quote on quote, "special day". My birthday. It's already late, the sun is down, and nobody seems to know, or remember, as nobody has said anything about it. But that's fine I suppose. I, honestly could care less about it, usually don't do anything much about it anyway. I didn't even used to have a birthday. Chuckling at the thought, I remember when Sean first told me about what the hell birthdays were. He was so surprised at the fact that I didn't have one. I mean, demons are more like created then born. And upon hearing this, Sean excitedly demanded that I needed one. I feel like it's more of a him thing, I could care less if I had a birthday... ...

"Hay, Anti!" I teleport to Sean, who was sitting on the couch, with a bunch of papers laying over him and the cushions. He gives me a sheepish smile. "Could you levitate this stuff so I can get up? It was really hard to get them in this order, and I'm not even done sorting." I do so, making all the papers float in the exact same spot, just a few feet higher. Sean jumps off the couch, and I place the stuff down. "Thanks!" Sean says, literally running to the bathroom. I wonder how long he sat there, trying to get up with out messing up everything.

As I walk out of the living room, my toe decided it was a good idea to greet the coffee table leg. The end result is me cursing, and hopping around on one foot, much to the amusement of Mark who had just walked in. "That sounded, and looks painful." "No shit." I hiss, gently putting my foot back on the floor. "Need an ice pack?" "No." I growl, walking out of the room. Nothing gets one in a bad mood then trying to break off a toe...and Dark, who comes careening around the corner, scaring the living hell out of me. "Fucking- Dark really? Watch it you bag of ass." I hiss, my now visible ears laying back. "Whoa, chill I didn't see you." He grins, knowing immediately that I was in a bad mood, and like a douchebag he tries to worsen it. "Hey look the kitten is back." He says, looking at my ears. "Do you wanna feel what a mad cat feels like?" I hiss, holding up a hand, my lethally long nails showing. Dark ignores the claws and pats my head. "It's alright, calm down little-" I slap his hand away, a claw scrapping his arm, but not enough to bleed. "Back off." I growl, and disappear into a cloud of green smoke, teleporting to a darkened alley.

I like just walking about at night, especially in alleys or abandoned places. It's a good way to cool off, something I need right now. Ever since this morning my attitude have gotten worse. Tiny little things bugging me for no apparent reason. I don't usually get upset that easily at all, usually just ignoring, and not caring about anything. It helps, if I care for things, and that thing gets destroyed, what's the point? Maybe it's just how I see it, or rather refuse to see it.

Sighing, I climb over a brick wall into a small alcove I like to hide in. It's part of a long alley, littered with stacks of building materials, bricks, and a few dumpsters. One of  which seem to have been raided by an animal or two, the contents of a ripped black bag strewn across the broken concrete. Kicking aside some of the trash as I walk through, I climb on top of a rickety old fence, precariously crawling a crossed it, my tail helping with balance. Once at the end of the fencing, I jump to the roof of the brick building next to the alley. My nails grab hold of the roof, and I pull myself up. Then clamber my up to the highest peek. I could have just flown up here, I do have wings, but it's one thing to see someone with a tail climbing up to a roof. Probably just think I'm insane, which I agree, I am. And it's another thing to see someone suddenly fly, especially with green wings that can dissolve into nothing when unneeded. Plus I'm pretty much a neko demon, I enjoy being a cat, climbing around and stuff like that. But don't let my soft ears and tail lead you to think I'm cuddle-able I'm anything but that...usually.

From my perch I can see a lot of the city around, the lights illuminating the streets, a contrast against the now black sky. I growl in annoyance as a gust of wind throws my green hair into my face. I try shoving it away with a hand, only to have the wind whip it back into my eyes. Giving up with a hiss, I let the wind do whatever, the hair repeatedly fall against my face and into my eyes. Just add this to the list of things making me pissed today. My tail whips side to side, brushing against the roof as the anger boils up inside me, my nails carving into the shingles.

A few seconds later I feel someone nearby. Looking around I don't see anyone, but I know for a fact that it's Dark, knowing he would have been looking for me after I teleported, just to egg me on. Then I feel arms wrapping around me from behind. I tense up, hissing a warning, my ears laying back. "Shish, shut up would ya?" Dark laughs, holding my arms to my sides with his grasp. "You need to go back to the house." He says. "Why." I grumble trying to wiggle out of his arms. "And why are you hugging me?" "You would try to get away once you saw me. You can't teleport away if I'm holding onto you, I would go with." "I know how it works dumb ass. Let go." I growl. "Nope, you need to go back to the house." "Again, why." "Cause you need to." He says, his fingers poking my ribs. I hiss, trying harder to get away, but he holds me tight. "If you don't stop struggling, and teleport us both to the house, I'm gonna have to pressure point you." Dark says, bumping the back of my neck with his chin. "Why don't you teleport us." I growl, ignoring his warning and prying one of his arms off of me. "Cause you need to go. I could care less about it. But you would never know what I'm talking about unless you go. And stop trying to bite me already." He says. I ignore him once again, managing to grab his shirt sleeve between my teeth. "Let go." Dark growls and I push his arm away, letting go of the sleeve. Then I feel him bite the back of my neck, the pressure making me somewhat calmed, as it would a cat. Then takes his arms off of me, switching out his mouth for his hand. "Are you going or not." He asks, getting in front to look at me. "Sure whatever." I growl, and teleport us to the living room.

"Why are all the lights off? And let me go." I say, grabbing hold of Dark's arm. "You'll see." He says, placing the other hand over my eyes. "Hay! Get off!" I hiss, weakly fighting against his grasp, his hand still pinching my neck.

"SURPRISE!" I jump at the sudden yell, Dark lets me go and the lights are turned on, momentarily blinding me. "What the hell?!" I yelp, jumping to the back of the couch. "Calm down antsypants." Dark chuckles. I look around the room to find it all decorated, balloons are tied to chair legs, and the coffee table. Steamers are wrapped around the TV, bookcases, the couch, along with Mark, who waddles over to be carrying a cake. He is barely visible under the mummy like wrapping, aka, crape paper. Sean is holding a box, wrapped in black wrapping paper, a smile on his face. "Happy birthday Anti!" I climb down from the back of the couch. "What the hell... I thought you forgot." "Forgot? No..." Mark says, and Sean punches him in the arm. "Well OK, I forgot it was today when Sean came to me yesterday, to plan for it." Mark says, an unsure smile on his face. "I was gonna just forget about it any way." I reply. "Nope. You are gonna be the center of attention." Sean says. I raise an eyebrow, not sure about what he was suggesting. "Happy birthday asshole." Dark says, and shoves a plate of whipped cream in my face.

I yelp at the cold impact, then wipe it away from my face. Jumping to my feet I lunge at Dark, smearing what's left on my face onto him. "Hay! No you don't!" Dark laughs, dodging me, but I still manage to get some on his arm. Tripping him, I rub my face against his shirt, wiping off the rest of the whipped cream. Sean and Mark are laughing, Mark trying to stay up with the paper strands falling down around his feet. Dark pushes me off with a growl, wiping at the cream with both hands.

"Hay." I turn around to see Dark, a smirk on his face. "What?" I ask, chuckling as some of the whipped cream falls off his head onto his nose. "This." He says, throwing another plate at me. I fully expected this, dodging the throw, it lands on Marks back with a satisfying thump. "Whoa, leave me out of this!" He says, peeling the plate off his back, tossing it at Sean. "We are gonna have to clean the entire room!" Sean complains as the plate falls to the floor.

The rest of the night is filled with games and what not, oh, and more whipped cream to the face, a battle between me and Dark, the end result? Whipped cream is everywhere.

(Welp, I hope I did your suggestion it's due! It was quite interesting to say the least, why, I'm not sure, but it took me like three days to write it, when I usually get two to three stories done in a day, if I go at it like crazy that is.)