The Origins of the Kwami

Chapter 6

Plagg had no idea what he was doing.

This was a particular fact when his living was reliant on being a cat burglar instead of a regular steady job, and he lived in the forest like an animal instead of with actual people.

But then, Plagg sort of knew what to do. Now, well, he had no idea what he was doing.

"You live here?" The girl — Tikki, furrowed her brows together and took in every detail with her dark blue eyes. She took a few steps in and gently touched the hammock. She had a sleeveless red dress, and dark boots with a silver buckle. To any other person, it was plain, unassuming.

But Plagg wasn't any other person. With his sharp eye to detail, he observed the fine silk in her dress and the pure silver on her boots and belt. Obviously, she was from a high class, but what was she doing here?

"Yup," he followed her like a lost kitten. Yeah, no idea. "Home sweet home." Her rosebud mouth turned up and she looked up at him. "It actually ... not that bad. I like it." Plagg felt himself stiffen as her eyes stared into his own.

They were so opposite, Plagg noted not for the first time. While he was dark against the night, silent, she was like the stars and moon, shining. Her hair was highlighted blue, and her blue eyes turned a hypnotic purple color against long thick lashes. Her porcelain skin turned practically white against the moon. She looked ethereal.

Plagg realized she was waiting for him to say something. "Uh ... thank you," he cleared his throat. Thank gods Maō wasn't here.

Tikki smiled innocently. "So where am I gonna sleep?"

Plagg's stomach dropped. Yeah, no idea what he was doing.
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That was two weeks ago.

Surprisingly, Tikki had made an impact on him as she and Plagg fell into a reassuring rhythm. Usually, Plagg was a late sleeper, waking up at noon and then just lazing around until he felt ready to go into town.
As Plagg had painfully discovered, Tikki was a morning bird. She let him sleep until noon at most, and then she all but kicked him out of him own home.

Tikki refused to come to the village with him, preferring to stay home and clean. His tree was looking better than it had ever before, and the socks he had lazily left all over the floor were stink-free and clean.

Even Maō had warmed up to her. The lynx had been wary of her when he'd come by, but soon he was a purring kitten instead of a vicious wildcat whenever she was around.

And ... to be honest, Tikki was starting to grow on him. "Do you have any regrets living with me?" Plagg had asked one night, a dying fire between them and a sleepy lynx resting in her lap.

Tikki looked up from scratching Maō behind the ears and gazed at Plagg.

He was staring into the fire, and Tikki couldn't stop the creeping awe. The flames danced off his tan face, the shadows and light contrasting and making his emerald eyes sparkle. She'd always thought Dussu's golden eyes were pretty, but Plagg's were breathtaking.

"No," Tikki said simply. "I've never truly felt more happy in my entire life." Plagg's head snapped up and Tikki gave him the sweetest, prettiest smile he'd ever seen. And as he smiled back, genuinely, he couldn't help feel the same.

That was a couple days ago, and when Plagg came back from town, it was nearly nightfall. Plagg lightly climbed up the tree and was bombarded with a frantic Tikki. He raised his eyebrows, "Nice to see you too?" He asked as she fussed over him.