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The stinging feeling on the nape of my neck seemed to bite deeper into my skin, no matter how many times I tried scratching it. As I gazed at the scenery before me, a smile lingered on my lips. "You colors change a lot," I spoke to no one in particular and tossed a coin off the glass building's roof.

My eyes fell on the people hurriedly moving past the building, coming in and out, before staring into the horizon, the sun halfway rising over the tall city's skyscrapers. The air tasted warm, and humid. I leaped off the roof, and into a nearby alley, before casually making my way through the slightly crowded, morning streets. My right hand did not leave the hilt of my dagger, as I walked past the people, whom did not even take notice of my existence. I glanced at the humans, whom most of them seemed to be business men and women. There was rarely any color on their tired features, from the late night shifts. The sun kissed sky and city lights seemed be be the only thing to make them not look-like walking corpse. "Bloody hell, how can they live with themselves," I mumbled, walking through a shriveled, old man in a suit, who walked next to a tall, young man with a humble, smile on his rinckled face.

I walked closer to the duo, to eavesdrop on their conversation. What can I say? Being invisible "My boy, your mother would be so proud of you," the old man spoke, patting his companion's shoulder. " It's lovely to see you archiving your dream, and on the road to a successful life."

"Pops you should really focus on your health," the young man reasoned with, whom I assumed was his father. "Doc said you should rest! Anyway, I have a business trip next week to Shanghai, so Mai will be staying with you until I come back."

The old man lost out a small laugh, before stating, "My boy, I am old, but I pretty sure I can take care of myself! I still am running class for boxing at your old school."

"Yeah, I guess so, but you gotta admit you like Mai's cooking skills," the son joked, as I watched them slowly walk into the distance.

"Well it's good to see some of humanity is still in its right mind," I chuckled, only to notice a familiar figure cross the street, dressed in a simple, white hoodie; blue, ripped jeans; bleach, white sneakers.

I shifted into a cat, and swiftly dashed to my previous owner, to sit and purr in front of him. He seemed to take notice of me, and surprisingly stared at, as he tugged onto the edge of his jeans. "So we meet again," he chuckled, pickling me up, and staring at me in confusion." I am really curious how a stray cat such as yours can stay so clean?"

During my previous visits I would spend a few days at his place, before leaving without further notice, and returning to Luke. It usually left Minho clueless and confused, but he seemed to adapt to my sudden disappearances and appearances. I replied to his question will another purr, and licked his cheek. "Well your in luck, I am meeting up with a friend at a cat-cafe," he chuckled, cradling me in his arms, while walking a few blocks towards a cafe with a plain, green yard.

It was a cafe just as Minho had said, only that is was filled with cats and toys similar to the ones he would bring for me . . . Only that they looked brand new, and more complex. "So this what Mammon meant when he said that you ran off . . . Leaving him half-drunk in the middle of the streets of Devildom,"instantly, I leaped out of Minho's arms, and found myself hissing at the demon standing behind him.

Satan casually stood there in his casual attire, with a small guide book in hand, that had the white words ' Seoul,' smacked on the red cover. Minho was just straightly confused, oblivious to the fact that he was in the presence of a demon. "Awww there you are Yuna!" Satan fairly smiled, reaching out to pick me, only to earn an ugly scratch on the back of his hand, as I inched myself closer to Minho's jeans, allowing a purr to rumble inside me.

"So your a 'she," Minho simply chuckled, kneeling down to pet my head, before scratching the back of my small, calico ears. "My guess is that your her owner?"

For a second I could have sworn the edge of the demon's lips had curled into a smirk, before being replaced with a fake, gentle smile. "The one and only," Satan half-heartedly chuckled, sending a shiver down my spine. "Come on Yuna . . ."

But before he could even finish talking, I pounced, and bit his-hand on the same area I had scratched him. Minho eyed Satan awkwardly, before lifting me into his arms, retreating into the cafe. I nuzzled my face into his shoulder, as he ran his soft fingers through my furr, just enough for me to catch a glimpse of the disapproving expression. I could not help but tease him, and licked Minho's cheek. "It was awkward meeting you stranger," I could hear Minho call out to Satan, as we entered the cafe, leaving the demon shooting daggers at me from behind the clear, glass windows that had pet animal figures engraved on its surface.

Victory could not have tasted better. I might be just a dead cat unable to let go of her previous owner, but I was still willing to stay next to him, even if he does not know it. " Even if that creep is your owner, no wonder you keep running away from him," Minho spoke, as he took a seat in the corner if the cafe near the glass window, with me resting on his lap, while laying on my back. "I used to have a cat named Yuna too . . . She had the same green eyes, and was also a calico . . . Could it be faith that I find you everywhere?"

It felt good to know I was not forgotten . . . At least not yet, and I hope it stays that way. Getting wiped from existence sounds worse than greeting death for the first time. "Do you think that little pussy is still looking after me? . . Nah, I am probably overexerting. . . Ya'know. . . I can't understand how life works at all."

A waiter approached us, with a note book and pen in hand, ready to take Minho's order. "What can I get you sir?"he seemed younger than Minho, probably by three years, and had quite the adorable dimples, and deep, red hair.

I glanced back at the front yard to where Satan was a few minutes ago, but the demon had completely vanished from his spot. . . It was about time he left. When the waiter left, Minho turned back to me, and scratched my neck, and that was it occurred to me that it had stopped burning. Guess my assumption of Devildom's miasma was really playing tricks on my body. . .

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