I'm leaving Wattpad forever so here's the end (some of it's just in plot form). Thanks a lot for the support you've given me. It's been a great experience. Bye.

Months passed and Dan's artwork began to flood social media. Instagram blew up, tumblr pinged relentlessly and he found himself with an insurmountable amount of twitter followers. He wasn't the height of the artistic community but he'd certainly garnered an audience- gossip articles curious as to who was behind the paintings.

But, of course, Dan never revealed himself. All the money was wired into Chloe's bank account, going towards rent and such and a thank you for her generosity. As well as this, some of it came out in cash and was used for both Dan and Phil's spending needs, to which there were few: a little food, a t-shirt every now and then.

His nickname, danisnotonfire, had been the beginning of it all. His first artwork, a neko in flames had brought the eyes of both neko-lovers and neko-haters. No one could quite find the true meaning- the Nekos should become extinct or that Nekos were actively suffering.

No one, for what is worth, seemed to suspect that it was a Neko himself that drew it. Nekos weren't skilled creatures in the mind's eye, nevermind artists.

With the little money they kept for themselves, Dan and Phil bought proper art supplies- both digital and not- as commissions started coming in and Dan found himself with a steady, even if rather small, income- only a little less than Phil's wages. For the first time in his life, he was close to being self-sufficient.

What started as mediocre soon became expert, months of dedicated practice paying off. Dan, despite his reclusive (albeit forced) nature, was not lazy. He was determined to do all he could do to improve. Even his down days, when darkness flooded his mind, he made sure to keep his website running, even if he couldn't get any art out of his system, at least none that was of any worth in his mind.

It didn't take long, after weeks of Phil's hounding, that Dan admitted that yes, his father had painted so he was not entirely inexperienced. But, with little other skill, he still wanted to claim it as his own. He taught himself, not his father. His father had simply given him the inspiration to do it.

It was on a rainy day on the third month that Phil decided to change jobs, Dan's income giving him the freedom to be unemployed for the meantime, Chloe gladly helping out financially whilst he got on his feet again. She truly was a godsend, even if she was slowly earning her money back. It was a dread to think that she'd be gone soon- her contract only lasted so long.

Phil was infinitely proud of Dan's achievement and finally had the inspiration to do something himself. So, whilst on the search for a job in the city, he began a blog. Non-profit whilst it was small. Just a little blog of, well, randomness. Anything and everything that came to Phil's mind, from cat jokes to sombre, meaningful messages to his small following- what must have only been ten people.

Then over the next few months, it grows not to be popular but to be followed- a few hundred people looking at it monthly, although only a selection of them coming regularly.

And, like a storm hitting them, it was time for Chloe to leave. It's then, with no job in sight, that Phil makes his decision- planned and thought through over dozens of empty, silent nights of wakefulness.

Dan sat in the kitchen, stirring at a bowl of mix, looking at the porridge with a mix of distaste and disdain, barely noticing as Phil comes into the room, his face sullen and worried. It was only a room over that Chloe was packing up her stuff.

'We're going with her.'

'What?'

'We're going to England.' Dan just stares at him, eyes wide, milk now lapping at his fallen spoon.

'What?' Dan repeats, shaking his head.

'We're going to go to England. With Chloe.'

'But how-'

'I've thought it through and I have a plan. All that's left to do is tell Chloe.'

'You've been thinking about this?' Dan asked curiously, looked worriedly over Phil's haggard form, sleepless nights were catching up on his bright facade.

'Yeah. I was thinking, well I looked it up but England is more accepting. There's a few Nekos living with others, though they can't lawfully live on there on. But that's okay because you know...' Phil trailed off, realising that maybe he was wrong, maybe Dan did want to live alone. Not that there was anywhere he could.

'Yeah. After all this, we better stick together.' Dan smiled and Phil found himself smiling too, eyes lost in each others.

'So, what you guys talking about?' Chloe swung into the room, holding the door by the frame, gleeful smile on her face. Despite having the leave the two boys behind, she'd been perky all day- both could see past the faux cheer but they applauded her for her attempts.

'We were thinking of a little trip.' Phil teased, leaning against the breakfast bar (and the only proper dining table), arms crossed with a smirk quirking his lips.

'Really?! Where to?' She asked, wide-eyed- she had no idea what kind of places a Neko was even allowed to get to.

'Hmmm, we were thinking, maybe England? But we're not sure yet, of course. I mean, I've prepared everything for it and all but who knows, maybe it might take a little persuading from a certain English girl.'

Chloe screamed, barreling towards Phil, wrapping her arms around his waist- her head barely reaching his chest. 'Yes! Yes! Yes! You can meet all my friends back home, you'll really like them. England, despite its prejudices, is much kinder towards Nekos. The laws are strict but your not going to be locked away anymore, Dan, I promise you that.' She smiled but with a sudden shift of her body it fell. 'But how are you going to get through the airport?'

'I was thinking the exact same thing.' Dan chimed in, staring at Phil intently.

Phil, under the scrutinous gaze of his flatmates, capitulated. 'I may have bought some fake passports? I know, I know,' he waved his hand frantically, 'we're probably going to be caught out but it's the best idea I've got. This isn't permanent here, I think it's worth the risk.' Dan's eyebrows furrowed, ideas spinning in his mind, his face suddenly stern.

He nodded. 'Okay. I think we should.' Phil lit up like a lightbulb, gleefully cheering before rattling off what they would and wouldn't take with them and discussing options for when they were in England. With fake passports, they could try and seek asylum or they could stay with Chloe. With such fear of being taken, Phil settled on the latter - at least, for the moment.

'Um, Phil?' Dan piped up, when Phil dug out the passport he'd bought for far too much money. Phil looked up, eyebrows furrowing in question. 'Why the hell is my name fucking Daniel Inignis? What kind of name is that?' Phil just smiled to himself, willing to spill at least some information on the name. 'Well,' he began, 'you know that incident with the toaster where you were on fire and you said you weren't?' Dan nodded reluctantly. 'I thought Dan is not on fire was appropriate.'

Dan just looked confused. 'What does that have to do with the name?'

'Well...I saw searching for fire in different languages and thought the Latin was quite cool but we couldn't have Dan fire so I made it negative by adding an in. Therefore, Inignis.' Dan groaned, sliding a sloppy, tired hand down his face.

'That's awful.' He sighed, staring at the picture on the passport. 'And where did you even get this photo?'

Phil shrugged. 'I sent the guy and photo and he edited it onto a passport photo.'

'God, how much did this cost you?' At Phil's guilty demeanor, Dan glowered. 'Phil, how much did you spend?'

'A lot, okay?! But, I want to do this, Dan. For you. For both of us. So, I can spend a little money on this.' Dan sighed, pity framing his face and Phil suddenly the urge to turn away. Is that how Dan had felt? Pitied and judged.

'Are you sure you want to do this?' Dan asked. 'I'm not trying to persuade you because I don't but...you can't just do everything for me all the time. It's not fair.'

'I know.' Phil replied exasperatedly. 'I do, though. I've always wanted to see England. And with the Neko laws varying, the place is really starting to grow on me. Just think, once we get there, you can get back to selling the art and we'll break even in no time.' Dan rolled his eyes but smiled gently. 'Thanks.' He muttered. 'For doing all of this.' Phil beamed back at him.

'It's not a problem at all.'

-

They bundled into the car, shivering despite the beating heat of the harsh sun outside. Chloe was in the driver seat, fussing about their suitcases being in the way of the back window, making sure they had all of their seatbelts fastened before she began to drive- at some point Dan was sure she was just being facetious. His nerves, ever present, forced him into a trembling mess. For all that had been going well in his life, this suddenly felt like a step too soon, a step too dangerous.

Phil, small smile forced onto his thinned lips, grasped Dan's hand in his and squeezed. The silent reassurance was enough for Dan's breaths to even out and despite his trembling skin, he grasped onto Phil like he would be his saviour.

Time passed like a bullet and before Dan knew it, they'd parked the car - which would later be picked up by a second hand car agency for selling - gotten out and walked into the busy terminal. The airport was brimming with panicked passengers, flickering gazes staring warily at Dan's baseball cap like he was some sort of criminal trying to hide his face.

It took Dan only a moment to realise that was exactly what he was.

By no fault of his own, he would add but the bubbling, self-induced guilt hit like a tonne of bricks. Phil all but dragged him to check in, the woman at the desk scanning the passports and finding no mistakes, albeit that the checks at this stage were loose and uncaring, Phil was fairly certain the woman hadn't even checked anything but a matching photo to face.

Next step, security. Chloe, smiling and bouncing in excitement to return home, led the way. Dan felt on fire at this point, whole body trembles paralysing him, Phil's sweaty hand the only alleviation he had of the pain. Entering the security area seemed the easy part, the queuing hardly bad at all. Then, like a nightmare turned to reality, 'sir, do you give me your permission to pat you down?' Dan nodded out of sheer terror, wide-eyes trained on Phil's panicked huddle, Chloe giggling naively in the corner at how he had been caught out for no reason - not a metal piece on his body.

As soon as the man's hands were on him, he knew he could not move, the flickers of short jabs at the areas were he was supposedly smuggling something like knives. His body was alight with the ardor to move but frozen, inundated by the sheer nostalgia of it all - if nostalgia could be classified as the memory of pain too.

By the time he was free, he still could not bring himself to move, eyes wide. The man was talking to him now, he couldn't hear a word. 'Sir? Sir? Are you alright, sir?' Dan's eyes flickered to where his hat lay in the tray, feeling the points of his ears rising from out his hair. In his panic, he didn't have the control to push them back down.

Dan didn't notice anything even when Phil bounded up to them, apologising profusely about a 'condition' Dan had that often 'immobilised' him. 'It's just a phase, it passes quickly. I'll look after him.' Phil assured, carefully maneuvering Dan away, forcing the cap onto Dan's head as the black points of his ears flickering from beneath his hair.

'You okay?' Phil asked sincerely, leaning down to examine Dan for any lasting effects.

'Yeah. Just...scared.' Phil nodded understandingly and led them over to Chloe, whose face had now turned to worry at the sight of a pale looking Dan.

'Are you okay?' Dan already felt sick of the question. He nodded and quickly led them through the shops and into the waiting area, scouring the place for the largest group of empty seats, removing himself from the crowd. Chloe was quick to offer him her headphones, which he gladfully took and plugged into his cheap - probably from 2003 - mp3 player. The music slowly pulled him from his disquiet attitude but didn't persuade him into conversation. Phil seemed happy enough to talk to Chloe, mostly about what it was like in England, though Dan couldn't help but notice the surreptitious glances Phil planted his way.

Dan ignored them with the petulance of the child, staring grimly at his mp3 player like he could do anything on it other than listen to music and play the odd round of snake, to which he still didn't quite understand the mechanics of.

'Will flight 40895 to Gatwick please go to gate 15 for boarding.' They froze, panic finally taking over. This was the last stop, the hard bit, really. When they got into England, passport checks were going to be a bother but Phil was in hope that they could try and stay under a pretence of past violence towards Dan - whether they had to reveal he was a Neko or not. Sure, it would get them involved with the police was Phil saw no other option.

There was still a chance that they wouldn't be caught; they all knew it was next to nothing.

~The woman at security finds out who they are but lets them through anyway, she doesn't believe that Nekos should be kept in zoos. They have nothing with them but some personal belongings. They're beginning afresh. They're okay and it's all because of luck. Or maybe dan deserves a brighter future.

~another year later. It's them on YouTube, doing PINOF 1. They're really excited and it goes viral- Phan. And then someone points out that dan always wears a hat and controversy spreads. Nekos are not taken in England but there is still prejudice. Very few live in England as they are not based there and many struggle to get there. Because of the lack of them, people are afraid.

~they do another few videos but the talk of dan becomes too much and their relationship. Dan reveals his identity and people are amazing about it and he's so happy. He loses a lot of audiences abroad but he doesn't care. He's still troubled about Phil and his relationship. He's never thought about it before. He realised that maybe he does feel more than friendship.

~Dan and Phil stop talking because it's awkward. They continue to make videos but people are worried about them, people are seeing through the facade.

~They finally speak and end up sharing a kiss. They agree to start a relationship and see what happens.

~Epilogue: PINOF 10