Eyes of Heaven - Spirit Bound (Hiatus.)

1. Deal With the Devil (4/4)

"Janna didn't show up today? Are you sure you don't want me to fill for her? No? Alright. Thank you." The distant noise of a worried voice and a click from the phone echoed throughout the temporarily quiet house.

The large, black Norwegian forest cat kept a close eye of the small, baby tiger. His pale green eyes watched every move the stranger made as his master paced along the house, cleaning up the area. Soon, the baby tiger made eye contact with the house cat, trotting over, wanting to play with the new friend on the couch. The black cat growled, and the baby tiger slowed, lowering his body as he slowly approached, not meaning any harm. The black cat glared, hissing. Once the baby tiger was within a paw's reach, the black cat swatted the cub away, and the cub whined.

"Jojo!" He heard his master call for him, her tone showing signs of disappointment. The cat meowed in justification, he didn't want to be bothered by a stranger. The fact that she even pampered the stranger: minced meat, a warm bath, a toy, and a full body rub was disrespectful. Did she forget that he too was living in the house?

"Jojo, don't hurt the poor thing, Okay? We'll send him back tomorrow. His owner isn't answering the door, he's probably at school or something." His eyes narrowed when he saw the tiger cub purr under hands.

The cat huffed - he was tasked to babysit another master's pet. The tiger cub went back to him again, and he shot an icy stare. He owns this house, and if anything were to make his master upset, he would have no choice but to--

"Mrrawr!" The tiger cub had pounced on the large black cat, and he responded by flailing. The tiger smiled, enjoying how thick and fluffy the cat was - he was like a pillow.

"Jojo, I'm going out for some errands, Okay? Look over the house and the baby." His master called out to him as he was struggling to escape from the tiger's large paws. He heard the door shut, and the tiger's blue eyes dilated.

Today was going to be a long day until (Y/N) comes back tonight...

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Her beat up sneakers treaded along the sunlit pavement, finding its way through the crowd. The edges of her circle skirt brushed against those who went against the flow of traffic, and her hair swayed side to side, the ends slightly curling up. The sleeves of her jacket followed the same suit as the skirt, however, at times, they would cross as she sighed in frustration.

It was like (Y/N) had walked all over the town center three times, a crumpled piece of paper at hand. While she wasn't working or rehearsing, she was still up and about, maintaining the house. The list had places to go to fix or replace a part at home, drop off something, pick up something, etc. She usually worried about her cat, give or take a few friends in need, but now that there's another cat, a layer stress had rested on her shoulders. Now left with a hundred-dollar budget, she had walked around the marketplace, her eyes quickly scanning the windows and the displays.

Either everything had went expensive, or she wasn't working hard enough.

(Y/N)'s walking slowed when she ended up at the supermarket, pushing the cart down the aisle as she browsed for food. She needed enough to last for at least two weeks - her appetite had gradually increased since her trainee days, and she felt like she could eat a full 12-course meal in one go. The catch was that the company she was under and her real manager restricted a list of foods she could eat.

Right when (Y/N) was done looking through the shelves, she was ready to move onto the next aisle, only to have her cart bump into another.

"Oh, I'm so sorry-" (Y/N) immediately pulled her cart back, only to see a familiar face. "Mitsunari!"