"I'm coming!" You shouted, making Shanks snicker.

You'd hardly had time to shower after getting off work and someone was knocking at your door nonstop. A couple days had passed since you'd agreed to try a relationship and things were going smoothly so far. The only real issue was he still had a hard time moving around freely without someone hitting up his favorite spots. You'd tried going out drinking the other night only to run into one of his "government friends." Needless to say, you didn't actually make it into the bar.

In all honesty, since he didn't need to hunt anymore it wouldn't have been a big deal but they still would have watched you two the entire time and you weren't keen on being stalked. You were still a little uneasy about people figuring out what you were. And it was that sense of unease that grew when you opened the front door.

Two men stood in front of you, dressed head to toe in expensive looking black suits with slick matching shoes. The first, strangely enough, wore a black ball cap with the slightest bits of bright orange hair poking out from under it, his nose seemed longer than most and a bit more angular as well, giving him a very interesting face. He looked young but his eyes were sharp and attentive. The second man was much taller with a bulkier build. His face was solemn, covered in a well maintained, short beard and his black hair was formed in a strange style, like two horns at the top of his head. You could tell exactly why they were here.

"Can I help you boys?" You asked.

In contrast, you wore nothing but a loose tee and shorts and were still dabbing at your damp hair with a towel. The orange haired man seemed a bit taken aback by your casual appearance while his friend was still stoic, glancing past you to where Shanks sat on the couch.

"Possibly." The first recovered and cleared his throat. "I apologise for our sudden intrusion, but we'd like to ask you a few questions."

"For what?" You slung the towel over your arm and jutted out a hip, placing your hands on either side for a bit of attitude.

His partner spoke up, focusing back on you lazily. "My name is Blueno and this is Kaku. We are here with the supernatural investigation unit."

Like well oiled machines, they pulled out badges, flashing their official identification cards to match what he'd said.

You let out a quick impressed whistle. On the outside, you seemed calm and maybe full of too much sass but on the inside, you were freaking out. Shanks didn't think they'd come to your door so you assumed the same. Apparently you were both wrong.

"No wonder you guys look all dressed up. Work dress codes suck, right?"

"I'm afraid we need to cut to the chase miss (L/n)." Kaku continued. "May I speak to you?"

"Mr. Shanks." Blueno looked past you once again. "I'll be taking a moment of your time as well.

A hint of fear must have flashed in your eyes. Kaku's gaze sharpened further and his lips pressed into a fine line while you forced a smile to recover.

Not only did they know where you and Shanks were, they somehow had your name. You hadn't mentioned it and the thought that they most likely did some digging to find it was alarming.

"I suppose." Shanks sighed.

"Miss (L/n)?" Kaku raised and eyebrow at you and you quickly nodded.

"Yeah, sure."

They decided to divide and conquer. Kaku seemed to be overall, more polite than his colleague and decided to question you in the living room while Blueno took Shanks outside. You would have told them to shove their questions up their asses and come back with a warrant or cuffs but Shanks somehow thought this was better. You figured he was the expert when it came to things like this and went along with it to the best of your ability but that wasn't to say you were going to make things easy for Kaku.

As soon as it was just you two in the home, he motioned towards the couch, inviting you to take a seat. You weren't comfortable with that though, not when there were no other chairs and he'd be left standing. It wasn't an issue of being as polite as him, more of not wanting him to be hovering over you. It was an issue of dominance.

"Sure you can take a seat." You twisted it on him with an innocent smile. "Can I getcha something to drink?"

He coughed awkwardly, unable to fight his apparent need to stay polite as he sat. "Water would be great, thank you."

"So what brings a couple of supernatural investigating government boys to my door?" You asked as you headed to the kitchen, filling a fresh glass full of water from the tap for him.

"Well, I see no point in beating around the bush here, it's about your current.....roommate, Mr. Shanks." He accepted the glass when you handed it to him, taking a small sip before setting it down on the coffee table.

You decided to stay standing opposite of him, giving yourself the necessary bit of height that kept your inner beast calm despite the situation.

"Oh he's actually my boyfriend." You replied. "I'm sorry, is there some kind of trouble he got himself into?"

They'd separated you and Shanks and your best guess was that they did it to hopefully catch one of you in a lie. You decided the best way to keep your story straight was to simply tell the truth, to an extent of course.

"Does he do anything that seems odd to you? Anything simple really, things that make seem seem abnormal or unlike a human?" He sidestepped your question and asked a few of his own, taking back control of the conversation after losing it the second he took a seat. Two could play at this game.

"Look, I can see what you're getting at here and as far as I know, he's human. Shanks likes to have a good time and goes to bars and clubs a lot more than most people. Well, he used to go to clubs. We got together pretty recently and he hasn't been going to places like that since. Besides that, he's as normal as they come so if you're thinking he's something supernatural, you've got it wrong."

"How recent is recent miss (Y/n)?"

"Since we starting dating? A few days ago."

"And how'd you know him before that? If I may ask."

"We met at a bar and hit it off about a month ago. We were spending time together off and on for a while, just as friends, and then decided it was worth trying something else." You let out a small huff at the end, feigning annoyance with the rather personal questions.

The entire time, your nerves were eating away at you, almost making you jittery. But you stifled the need to twitch or pace and focused solely on the man on your couch. Your stare was unwavering and you were definitely proud of yourself for how well you were handling things on the outside.

"And you never questioned his habits of going out to bars and clubs?"

"Why would I?" You shrugged. "He's a guy and at the time he was single. It sounds to me like you guys are making mountains out of molehills. Are you hounding him just because he likes to have a good time? Seriously?"

"Excuse my rudeness, but have you two found the time for more physical relations?"

"What?" You were completely taken aback by the question.

"Have you had intercourse with him?" He repeated blandly, like it was a simple, uninvasive question.

"Excuse me? I don't care why you're here, that's none of your business."

"According to law, any attempt at leaving a question deemed important to the investigation of a supernatural being, that may be dangerous or unregistered, unanswered can be considered an attempt to thwart said investigation and is a jailable offence."

You could now see why Shanks tried so hard to avoid these people. The lengths they went, that they were going through, just to catch him were insane.

"You–you can't be serious."

"Oh I'm very serious miss (Y/n). Please answer the question, I don't like asking it just as much as you don't like answering."

"...Yes, we've spent time together." You clenched your fists in anger and felt something akin to thick, soft fur sliding along your insides as your cat became restless.

The longer you had it, the more you could feel the connection. It shared your moods, thoughts, feelings, and while it was technically a part of you, sometimes it felt like a completely different entity. And right now, it didn't like Kaku delving into your private life with your lover.

"I see.....and has any time spent with him during intercourse seemed strange, inhuman?"

"No."

"That's it?"

"I don't know what else you want me to say. I'm not about to give you a play by play of what we do but our sex life is normal."

"Alright." He nodded. "I apologize for being so invasive but you must understand it's a necessary part of the job. There are many kinds of supernatural beings and we can't be too careful. Many like to hide themselves among humans and make a threat of themselves to those around them. You see the problem if they aren't addressed, right?"

"I dunno." You shrugged. "I haven't run into any problems with anything supernatural being unregistered or whatever. But I can say being questioned like this makes me feel for them a bit. What's the point of keeping them under tabs anyway?"

You were reminded of the attack that changed you but you still stood by what you said. Even if the shifter that clawed you was registered, nothing would have been different. You didn't know anything about them besides the fact that they were a jaguar. No name, no face, no nothing. A registry wouldn't have helped you and you doubted a police officer or any part of the law would have done much to help you find your attacker.

"It's important to understand the population. We wouldn't want certain people to go undocumented or certain illegal events to happen without knowing what we're dealing with. There's a good portion of supernatural creatures that are just too unpredictable."

You were ready to argue, pissed that he'd assume so many of your kind could naturally be a danger. He was profiling and you didn't like it. But he continued after pausing only for a second.

"But I see you haven't noticed any signs of unnatural behavior from Mr. Shanks and I'd hate to impose myself more than what's needed. Thank you for your time miss (Y/n), I'll let you enjoy the rest of your day." He stood and showed himself to the door, lightly tipping his cap at you as he headed out.

The door didn't even close. As soon as he left, Shanks came back in, frowning heavily. You assumed that meant his conversation with Blueno had ended before yours with Kaku. The door clicked shut softly behind him and he waited with his eyes downcast until the sounds of the men's footsteps were imperceptible.

"I can't believe those mother–"

"What did he ask you about?" Shanks asked quietly.

His eyes slowly moved up to meet yours, a definite look of worry in them that you'd never seen before. He was supposed to be carefree, relaxed, even when things were tough.

"You and it was the worst. He asked super personal shit and then said I could go to jail for not answering or whatever. Is that true?"

"Obstruction of a supernatural investigation and yes, it is." He walked up to you and cupped your cheek with his hand, placing light kisses on your lips. "(Y/n), I need you to relax."

"I'm fine." You grumbled.

"Strong emotions can help fuel a shift."

"So?"

"You've got some gold in your eyes."

Your blood ran cold as you began to understand. The first time you'd had sex, he'd been the fuel to your fire. Now it was your anger at Kaku and the worst part was, you'd felt it happening and hadn't even realized. When you'd felt your cat, it was your emotions waking it, allowing it to make it's subtle appearance.

"Do you think he...?"

Shanks sighed. "It doesn't matter."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

His gaze softened and there was a growing look of regret in his eyes. "While he asked you about me, the other guy was asking me about you."

"I don't...."

"They were looking to rile us up, not get straight answers. They already know about you and it's my fault. I think I may have tipped them off (Y/n), I'm sorry."

He pursed his lips together as sadness overtook his features. Mistakes had been made today and neither of you saw this coming.