Quiet but ragged breaths escaped Kuroo's mouth as he huddled behind a bush, his back facing the dimly lit neighborhood street in front of the bush. Kuroo's hands gripped the grass beneath him, his eyes begging for a chance to shut and get some rest. He was feeling pretty feeble at the moment and had just barely escaped with his life. He turned around and poked his head through the bushes to survey the street in front of him, there was a street lamp every few feet somewhat lighting up the street and all that could be heard was the quiet chirping of crickets. If the huge gate he had climbed over during his getaway and the large houses lining the streets were anything to go by, then this was a rich neighborhood for sure. Kuroo scowled at the recent memory of his get away. He felt pathetic, what kind of demon nearly gets exorcised and barely escapes with their life?
    
Kuroo had been doing his usual thing that night, which consisted of tormenting some pathetic non-magic human, when exorcists barged in. Now this wasn't the first time a few exorcists had barged in on his gig, so Kuroo wasn't worried in the slightest. In fact, he had been ready to confidently skin them alive and hang them on the ceiling by their feet, listening to them pleading and screaming for mercy, but they caught him off guard. They threw something at him, it looked like regular water but the second it touched Kuroo's skin it burned and sizzled. Kuroo screamed out in agony, it was holy water. Holy water was extremely hard to find and exorcists hardly ever had any due to how hard it was to obtain. Kuroo had gotten too cocky and had let his guard down, and because of that he had to pay the price.
    
Kuroo hadn't even fully recovered from being doused in holy water when he was shot with a continual strong blast of white magic, pinning him to the ground as he howled in pain. He could feel the white magic forcing it's way inside of his 'soul'. Demons don't actually have souls, but what he does have acts the same way a soul does; it holds his magic essence and makes him what he is. At that moment, Kuroo was writhing on the ground as the white magic tumbled and swirled around inside of him, too much more and he would've been purified, and hardly any demons actually make it through the purification process.
    
That would've been the end of Kuroo but Daishou stepped in and stopped the exorcists at the last minute before the process could be completed, much to Kuroo's bitterness. Kuroo hated owing that asshole of a friend anything, much more so his own life. Honestly, Kuroo was pretty sure Daishou waited until the last minute to show up on purpose.
    
Kuroo saw that the exorcists were preoccupied with Daishou, and took this as his chance to make his escape, and though he felt completely exhausted, Kuroo ran as far as his legs could carry him. Kuroo hadn't bothered to check if anyone was actually following him, and he hadn't even turned his head to check if Daishou was okay before he had escaped— fuck that demon. If he was gonna be an asshole and wait till Kuroo was almost dead to step in then he could fend off the exorcists by himself. Kuroo wasn't sure how far he ran before he came face to face with a large and fancy gate at the entrance to some neighborhood. Kuroo had climbed over the gate, much to his tired body's protest, and hid behind some bushes, which brought him back to the point he's at right now.
   
Kuroo sighed and tried to shift into his demon form so he could head back to the demon hub and rest, but what he shifted into was much different than what he expected. The form he had shifted into was one of a large black cat with long fur, and suddenly, Kuroo realized something, and it hit him like train. That's why he was feeling so weak, it wasn't just because he had been tired out by almost being purified, sure that was part of it but it was mostly that he was now literally a creature with inferior magical capabilities. All that white magic that had been forced inside him was still there, it had turned him into a familiar, or at least mostly familiar. And in Kuroo's opinion, he had been turned into a pretty weak one at that.

Kuroo was still tired and his muscles ached, familiar or no familiar, he still needed a place to sleep and rest. So, in his new familiar form, Kuroo slowly padded up to the first house along the street that he saw. He narrowed his amber colored eyes as he read the sign placed outside the big two story house. 'The Kenma Residence' it read. Kuroo had heard of the Kenma family, a husband and wife known around the world for being two very powerful wizards. The wife had even help make some pretty important discoveries in the alchemy field. If he wasn't mistaken, they have a son, one that has a lot to live up to. A big and fancy home like this one was bound to have lots of familiars, so surely Kuroo would be able to sneak in and at least sleep inside the place for the night before he was found out, right?

However, with one look at the place Kuroo could immediately tell there were tons of charms warding off demons and preventing demon from entering. If Kuroo could actually step inside without anything happening then that would mean that so little demon magic was left in him that he couldn't even be recognized as a demon. The thought made Kuroo visibly deflate. Kuroo jumped onto the windowsill of an open window, his paws scrambling to pull him up. He stared into the house, quiet and dark, with the moonlight filtering through the windows being the only source of light. If Kuroo could actually jump in through the window and nothing happen to him it would only prove that his fears are true.

Kuroo held his breath and jumped into the house, his muscles tense as he stood there, waiting for something to happen. When nothing did, his tail drooped and he sighed. Kuroo had practically known it from the start, he felt it inside of him— there was just barely enough demon magic left in him to taint his 'soul', but not enough to allow him to be called a demon. Kuroo had hoped that he had been wrong, but it was now clear to see that he was right. He was now what you would call a demon familiar, which was exactly what it sounded like, a demon turned familiar. Hardly anyone has a demon familiar, mostly because most demon familiars weren't to be trusted, many had been known to turn on their owners.

Kuroo growled in frustration, but he would have to think about it more later, he was still aching all over. Kuroo padded over to the stairway pressed against the wall which led to the second floor of the house. Kuroo sat himself underneath the stairs as far away from sight as he could before tucking his paws underneath himself. He started dozing off, his tired eyes drooping down, eager to finally get some sleep.
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     So this is a fanfic I've been working on via AO3, it's dedicated to my friend Sarah. This too will update every other week. The entire idea was based on a dream, obviously I tweaked it a bit, lol. ~ ♒️