Amaimon's favorite animal

Chapter 4

I DO NOT OWN BLUE EXORCIST OR ANY OF IT'S CHARACTERS

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 Rin's pov

It's been 4 days since the bizarre phenomenon had occured. The incidence in which I had transformed into a pitiful, fluffy feline. I have gotten somewhat used to my keen hearing and my new persceptive as a small animal. It's been a confusing couple of days but I'm okay i guess, so...

Lots of thoughts have been buzzing in my head for awhile. How does Mephisto know who I am? Why is Amaimon acting so clingy? And most importantly, why the hell am I a cat in the first place? It makes no sense! But I guess being Satan's son is also makes very little sense too.

I know for a fact that constantly stressing myself over these questions isn't going to solve them. So for now, I might as well relax and accept the soothing pets i'm recieving from the grass-haired demon. I feel so loved...

No way in Gehenna would he treat me this kindly if I were in my regular human form. Pfft. Amaimon. Kind. That makes me laugh. But he has been acting peculiar lately. He's been...affectionate. It's creeping me out a bit. But now I find myself craving his embraces and coddles. To some extent, I feel that it'd be alright if I stayed in this embodiment.

I mean I get free food, hospitality, and loads of attention. It's not bad. I don't even mind Amaimon anymore. He's actually become more of a benefit. So I guess its okay for now...

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It's nearing towards the artic time of the year; winter.

It's freaking freezing in Amaimon's complex. What temperature does he retain it at here? I feel as if frost is going to appear across the floorboards. Did jack Frost decide to take residence in the earth demon's house? My fur coat definatly accommodates but I still feel icy.

Amaimon was currently playing some random playstation game and was happily gaining victory in each stage. While I on the other hand, had to burrow my miniscule body into his maroon jacket to secure some warmth. His body heat seemed to melt the polar feeling that took over me. Between levels, he would snuggle his hand around my pelt, spreading warmth through my fur.

I mewled softly at the comforting gesture and nuzzled my head into his abdomen, inhaling his natural scent that I had grown to like. He slipped his hand into his left pocket, pulling out his last lollipop. He scowled at the fact that his pocket was now candy-free. I began to doze off to the rhythm of his steady breathing.

I'd become extremely lethargic eversince converting into a cat. I mean, yes, I was already lazy to begin with, but now I'm sleeping quite frequently throughout the day and night. It probably has to do with the attributes of cat.

My half-brother made a "tch" noise and suddenly, I felt myself starting to slide off Amaimon's thighs. I unsheathed my claws, clinging to his polka-dot shorts. It took me a few seconds to figure out that he was standing up. 

He chuckled at my panicked attempt to remain on his lap and I glared at him. He wrapped his forearm underneath me and strode towards the exit of the unusual colored room.

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He ended up traveling to the convenience store to stock up on some more lollipos. Seriously, does his diet only limit to artificial sweets? Internally sighed at his unhealthy addiction.

He snatched a bag of dum-dums and tried to leave the store without paying but I bit his hand before he could exit. He furrowed his eyebrows and stomped up to the counter. After obediently paying the required amount, he started eating the candy like there was no tomorrow. He left, leaving a very confused and somewhat scared cashier behind.

The jade-haired demon nonchalantly walked down the pavement towards True Cross Academy. I scoffed at his attitude for not caring whatsoever. He cut across a beautiful garden filled with exotic flowers, thus taking a shortcut. He trudged across several patches of dirt and manure, holding me with the crook of his elbow.

While he was busy fumbling with the bag of dum-dums, I was slowly slipping out of his hold. I hadn't noticed this until it was too late. I slid out from under his arm and crashed into the putrid dung. Gravity mushed me into the revolting substance and my eyes started to water.

Amaimon noticed the absence of me, turned 180 and squatted down beside me. I hissed in frustration at this awful situation. Although he was disgusted by the manure that clung to my fur, he still picked me up. I was pissed beyond belief as I glanced at the imprint I left behind. I was done with everything for the rest of the night.

My ears remained flat for the rest of the way home.

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About 25 minutes later, we arrived back at the demon's residence. He carried me to the bathroom and turned the hot water knob. Lukewarm water streamed out the faucet and eventually filled the tub. He kneeled in front of the tub and pushed his sleeves up. He then lifted me up and I then realized that I was about to be dunked in water.

I thrashed against his grip and accidentally raked my claws down his knuckles. I froze knowing what I had just done. I stared at the new marks I had just produced only to see crimson seeping out of the three parallel scratches.

I immediatly felt guilty for causing pain that was unnecessary. I slowly lapped at the blood rolling down his lithe fingers. I didn't favor the metallic taste that spread across my tongue but I did it as an apology.

Suprisingly, taking Amaimon's usual bitterness and anger into consideration, he stroked my head in forgiveness. I guess he's quite lenient when it comes to small animals.

He then continued to slowly lower me into the bathwater. I whimpered at the heated contact as my right hind leg sunk into the water. I know Amaimon was doing this to rid of the filth but it's part of a cat's nature to despise water (usually).

I was tense the entire time I was being cleansed. I allowed him to scrub the cow shit off my pelt but once he was finished, I literally leaped out of the bath. I ran out of the steamy bathroom leaving wet paw prints trailing into the living room.

I shook my body, flinging the bathwater in all different directions. My fur then stood erect as if I was a porcupine. I disliked the feeling of drenched fur, it felt unpleasant. But I guess the feeling of cleanliness was pretty amiable.

I heard a low growl echo about the room and I flinched alarmingly. I recognized it as Amaimon's demonic growl; not as frightening as his territorial or overprotective growl but still scary. I heard soft thumps heading towards me and I cowered in fright., ears flat against my skull.

What's happening? what's happening? What's happening?

I repeated over and over to myself as a sensed Amaimon leaning over me.

What did I do? Why is he acting like this? Did I do something wrong? Wait a second....

I tweaked my head behind me and noticed I had left a soaking trail upon the luxurious, velvety purple rug.

"You soiled Aniue's* precious rug", he mumbled darkly before reaching out to grab my scruff. Oh that's right. He treats Mephisto with such great respect and admiration, that he'd do pretty much anything for him. Oh shit...this isn't good.

When I glanced up at his eyes, his irises were gold and filled with rage. I knew that when he gets in this mode it's almost impossible to snap him out of it. Unless its by a substantial amount of force.

With me currently in this form, theres no way I can stop him.

What am I going to do?

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A/N: Sorry it's been awhile, I had bit of a writers block. Thank you to those who support this story! Also I'd like to know whether you like first person or third person better. I hope to have the next chapter up before next week!

*Aniue is the term Amaimon uses to address Mephisto for those who didn't know