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Chapter 1
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For Nyen, life in the Ivory household was absolute hell. there was no sugar coating it anymore, it was pure hell. Randal was...himself. Luther was good, he loved Luther, who wouldn't? but at the end of the day, his flaws were apparent, and he couldn't be bothered to converse with the other lowly pets of the house, Sebastian was a repulsive, sniveling, coward. Nana was usually nowhere to be seen [not to mention she was a snake], and Kitty was also often absent. Though there was one pet he could at least force himself to be around without wanting to watch him bleed, that pet was Nyon, the quiet, Russian, blue haired catman Luther kept along with Nyen. Nyon had been here since the beginning, before Nyen had arrived, so they've learned how to coexist in somewhat peace. Nyen had never had a particular like or dislike towards Nyon, he stayed out of the way, and he usually even helped Nyon with tasks or personal issues.
As of recently, Nyen had been feeling strange things, was he getting sick? it didn't feel like any illness or allergy he knew of, and it only ever came up when Nyon was around, his skin felt warm, his heart raced, and he could feel himself shake. He couldn't even sleep in the same room anymore, instead choosing to spend his days sleeping in the living room, or Luther's room. He started to hate that damn blue cat, he hated how he made him feel. That blue cat had no right to be like this. It wasn't Nyen's fault he felt these things. he was tricked! seduced? who knows, but it was that cat's fault. and he needed to let his anger out, he couldn't stand having to avoid him every step he took. it was starting to affect his performance! those damn rats were getting away because of it! So now his only mission was to figure out how to fix it, and fix it quickly. he couldn't live like this.
Nyen walked around the messed up "house", looking for his blue haired counterpart. Nyon wasn't hard to find at all, it's not like the catman ever left the living room anyways, he practically lived there. Nyen approached him, Nyon curiously looking over to see what Nyen wanted, his wide eyes scanning Nyen from top to bottom, no matter how long they've lived together Nyen always felt like he was being analyzed by the blue haired catman, it bothered him. Nyen spoke up first in the usual annoyed or possibly angry tone, "....Do you always have to stare like you've never seen me before?" Nyon gave his usual nonverbal response, simply shrugging and looking back at whatever Russian movie Luther had bought him earlier that week. "Do you even speak, or is your brain always this fried?" Nyon thought about his words for a second before nervously speaking up in the only language he actually knew, "...Я могу говорить...". Nyen looked at him utterly dumbfounded, what the hell was he saying? he assumed it was something along the lines of 'I can talk' or 'I'm not stupid' but that was just a guess, either way, his voice only angered the pink haired cat even more, it was so soft, so cute, he hated it. Why did he have to be like this? why of all people was it Nyon who had to go and make him feel so sick? He was getting desperate, he simply kicked Nyon's leg. hard. he wanted it to hurt. Nyon yelped and flinched at the kick, he nervously sat up and pulled his legs closer to the couch, assuming he was in the other catman's way. Nyen just walked past, but not before smacking the back of Nyon's head as a final 'fuck you', though he couldn't help but feel bad, he liked Nyon, well....he tolerated Nyon for the most part, but he couldn't let that get to him, he was the top pet of the house for a reason, and it wasn't for being soft.