JJBA Oneshots

Rohan Kishibe; Neko Shojo.

A/N:
Part two coming after a few other oneshots so stay tuned!!! I know a lot of people are a fans of the whole cat-girl concept, so I wanted to try it out! Also, I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who reads or votes on my stories; whether you just stumble across it or read post by post, thank you so much. I'm getting almost 100 reads and a few votes every few days now and I can't even describe how overwhelmingly happy it makes me.

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The chilly autumnal breeze of Morioh graced his face, and nipped his fingertips as he walked along the pedestrian-walk of Morioh's main strip. He was headed home, an iced-coffee in hand. He did this daily, like a routine, or a ritual of some sort. A large black iced-coffee with a hint of caramel and hazelnut, was what he always ordered, but somedays if he was feeling particularly special he'd buy a bitter pastry that he always found the tastiest. Today, was not one of those days. Today felt like a regular one of his days, like any other, he had no events or galleries planned, none of the sort. Most likely he would stay at home and work on his manga. Nothing new, nothing interesting. Same ol' thing, day in, day out.

But Rohan Kishibe had no idea exactly how wrong he'd be. Today was unlike any of his other days, extraordinary in comparison- because he had found you.

He continued walking along, minding his business per usual. The only people who were up at this hour were students walking to school or, employers walking to work. In hindsight they didn't pay much attention to him, which he felt oddly thankful for. Rohan adored getting noticed from his fans, signing things or taking pictures but only sweet God knew Rohan was not a morning person. He was quite frank that if someone had stopped him one particular morning he would flat out round-house kick them. Which wouldn't be the best for his imagine but he was quite the cranky man in the AM, and wasnt sure he could contain himself even if he tried.

He took a ginger sip of his coffee, and along his way he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. A girl.

She was huddled up in a dark-grey, torn sweatshirt and a pair of pajama shorts, only socks clothing her feet. He furrowed his brows. This was odd. It was rare to see a young girl out on the streets in Morioh, mostly it was lazy bum adult men. Rohan was concerned to say the least, maybe she was injured?

He approached cautiously, although in good nature; he didn't know you. More importantly he didn't know what you would think he was trying to do. He didn't want to get shanked because he was trying to help and you took it the wrong way, of course.

"Hello? Are you alright?." He asked aloud, but he received no response. You stayed huddled up in your sweater, unmoving, arms wrapped around curled legs to keep some kind of warmth to your body.

"Miss?." He inched closer, and eventually he was hovering right above you. The oddest thing caught his eyes; the feline shaped mounds ontop of your head. Those couldn't be real, he thought...but they looked awfully real to him.

Although possibly a rude gesture, he nudged you with the tip of his shoe to grab your attention. You were awake, he had seen, with big sparkly (eye color) saucers for eyes. Had you just not heard him? Maybe you were deaf?

Your gaze shot him, rather delayed. Your face was paler than what seemed usual, and your lips blue and chapped. He hadn't known how long you had been out here but, he had to say, he guessed it had been quite a bit.

"I said, are you alright?." He repeated. You opened your mouth to speak, but only a petty excuse for what sounded like a squeak left your lips. A pit of pity tumbled in his stomach. He knew he couldn't leave you here all alone. Hell, some dirty man would probably decide to piss on you for shits and giggles. As he began to ponder on all the things the horrible people of Morioh would do to you, he extended a hand.

"Would you like to come with me?."

You hesitated, but, the mint-haired man looked trustworthy. Probably not the best decision of your life but what could you do? You were practically helpless. You took it.

As he pulled you upward, you stumbled a bit, almost clashing into him, he re-adjusted you and held onto your hand until you were sturdy. He placed his warm hat onto your head to cover those ears, and slid off his jacket, placing it around your shoulders.

And so, Rohan Kishibe went home with one other that day.

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The next thing you remembered, you awoke on a comfy futon in the middle of a rather large, well-decorated living room. Your heart jumped and your organs tried to leap out of your torso until you realized where you were; you had went home with that man. As if directly on cue, he had entered with a bowl and a cup.

"Good, you're awake," he spoke, your body tensed as he approached and your ears twitched, but you soon relaxed. He place down the bowl and glass onto the table before you. "Chicken noodle soup and a steaming cup of tea to soothe that throat of yours."

Your mouth watered. It smelled and looked delicious. You didn't know the last time you had eaten, exactly, but you did know you were hungry. Slowly but surely, you picked the bowl up with your hands and stirred the spoon around. He watched almost anticipatingly. You raised the spoon from the ceramic to your lips, and took a sip.

You saw a small smile almost twitch onto his face, momentarily, before it had disappeared. "I'm assuming you like it, that's good."

You continued sipping the soup, almost as if you were agreeing. "I'll fetch you some of my clothes, so you can get out of those filthy ones, and I'll run you a bath. I think my clothes will fit, if not, for now they'll do, and I'll take you shopping when you settle in-." He paused for a minute.

"Can you speak yet, by the way? I'd like to know your name."

You licked your lips and opened your mouth. Almost croaky, he could make something from your small voice. "(Y-Y/n)."

"(Y/n)...okay, I'm Rohan."

He reached his hand to shake. You took it and followed his lead.

"I'll be right back." And on that note, the man called Rohan had left the room, leaving you with your bowl of delicious soup and hot tea.

A feeling bubbled in your stomach.

You felt safe.