THE sound of digging could be heard. Two pairs of hands rummaged over the rich soil like they're finding a treasure beneath it. The first guy, the one who digs carelessly and sputters bits of dirt all over—a man with ashen hair tied in a ponytail and matching cat ears atop keeps on singing a song full of, "nyanyanya" as the lyrics. Aegir's pink shirt drenched in sweat, white long appendage on his back sways back and forth as he sings.
"Hey, watch it! I already told you! Be gentle. Gardening isn't just a play thing! " The other guy scolded him. The guy swatted his hand, lips tight and serious.
Aegir's eyes watered. His pink lips started to pout. "B-But! I'm already doing it right! I'll plant catnips here. " He raised both his index fingers and joined them together; green orbs twinkling, asking the other man's sympathy.
The other man, on the other hand, remained serious, eyes sharp like gold spikes.
Anthony is currently seated on a raven-colored victorian style sofa with two white pillows with fancy lacework. Actually the motif of the room is victorian, from the white walls with black elegant linings; bell shaped, inside it is another bell with lacework of repeating infinity designs (the floor also had the same color and design), the huge panel window with black and white silk curtains, hanging on the walls was paintings that Anthony knew costs more than his life, and some other extravagant things he didn't wish to set his eyes to.He is currently in his agent's house, Mr. So didn't go to the publishing houses today for reasons he didn't know.The room is eerie quiet, ironic because of the presence of the black colored with gold linings turntable at the side of the sofa and the various vinyl records safely stored in a glass table near the mini library. He wished to play one song but it might cause the incurring wrath of a mo
Mr. Pat So looked at him, eyes unreadable. "So, you are not that useless trash, hmm? This story has potential even though cats as the subject and protagonist are weird, like you, " Mr. Pat So paused, brows creased. "I will check this further for thorough evaluation but be ready for major revision. You improved, you trash! But it's still trash!"Anthony couldn't help but to smile, he could feel his heart flutter as he restrained himself from jumping and shouting in joy.If he'd known that cats would help him with his problem with his agent, he should have met Aegir and his cats sooner.When he was about to thank his devilish agent, he snarled at him. "Do not be happy yet, fool! Remember this, if this would not pass the evaluation, your contract is over! I had enou
AEGIR couldn't help but to just stare at the unconscious man whose head made his lap a pillow. He couldn't help but to worry as he examined the man's bothered expression even when he lost his consciousness; his eyebrows in a tight line, almost like he had a bad dream. Aegir reached for the man's right hand and gently pressed it while his other hand was busy playing with Anthony's hair; silently hoping that these gestures would calm the man down, but none of the methods calmed Anthony down, he moved uncomfortably as he groaned.Aegir sighed. "I should have come home early, now he saw me transforming. How can I explain these to him? " he berated himself."Stupid cat! You're putting him in more danger than he is now! " he bit his lip in frustration.He is worr
Aegir doesn't have any idea about the origin of the world, but he does know that there are creatures like him, but a revolt was not what he expected.A quite small man, around five feet tall entered the staff room. He has curly chestnut colored hair arranged wildly like a bird's nest. He has tanned skin like the color of freshly picked kiwi, Aegir couldn't remove his eyes either.”Boss!” Aegir heard Bonk called the man, Aegir immediately rose from his seat, he stared at his clothes if there was any dirt.This is the first time Aegir met his boss.Their boss showed a distressed face, putting his hand on h
Anthony could feel the warmth of the sun nudging him to wake up. He slowly opened his eyes and groaned. Looking at his surroundings, silence radiated. He positioned himself in a sitting position and tried to recall what had happened. ”No, it was just because of stress. I didn't see the cat transformed into Aegir, ” he convinced himself, messing his hair. There's no way it is true. Though Aegir seems to like cats and is cosplaying as one, there's no way he is a real cat. ”I think I just need to eat and drink meds, I might be sick. ” He stood up and dusted his clothes. Passing by the beige colored clock, he stared at the time, 6:06pm. ”It's time. I think Aegir is already home, he might be on the sofa or his room. He should've woken me up, " he said while picking up scattered clothes on the floor and throwing them on the laundry basket. ”Aegir? How does ramen
The streetlights flickered, like a firefly light, when you are sightseeing them by the swamp. But it doesn't give comfort like those fireflies, but an eerie feeling. An eerie feeling that complimented the cold and harsh wind, Aegir could feel it slap his skin, almost like something bad can happen—like those horror movies he and Anthony watched before. In addition from that is the quiet and hushed sound of the night—those crickets doing their nightly horror orchestra.Maybe he shouldn't have left?He shook his head. No, Anthony's life will be in danger if he stayed.He doesn't know where he is right now. All he know is that he's far from the street where Anthony's house is in. He thinks he's by the park somewhere. There's a lot a bench beside the streetlight, a rusty looking bench that is made of metal. Surrounding the place are bushes and trees. The place doesn't look scary when it's in the
HE can feel his hand trembling as he tries to write on his notepad what transpired as of this moment. He couldn't stop, maybe it's the only thing that could calm his nerves; to be serene even if he might die today. Beads of sweat ran like rain in his forehead, he clicked his tongue as he set his eyes to his assailants; tall lean muscular figures wearing weird suits with cat ears and tail, all of them pointing their badass looking guns at him. Guns that only existed in sci-fi movies. ”D-Do something!” he heard a small voice coming from his side. The person seemed to be crying based on his muffled hiccups. He turned his gaze to his side and saw the owner of the voice. An attractive guy with a neck-length messed-up silver hair, on top of that hair, is a pair of gray cat ears. His cheeks colored pink because of crying and big green eyes coated with tears. He heard the guns click and he unconsciously w
THE SKY is gloomy as he sets his golden orbs on it. He could see the dark ominous clouds of the sky that were threatening to shed tears and the harsh gust of wind accompanied it; slapping his skin and his white polo shirt, seemingly angry and the cause of the vast sky's melancholy. The cloud is like him and the wind must be someone who'll wake him up from his reveries; to open his eyes to the reality that he's indeed a pitiful person. The sky must be sympathizing with him, and if the sky will cry, maybe it's better to weep as well. Maybe they're on the same page. He looked at his reflection at a boutique's glass. His swollen eyes with big eye bags, cracked and dry lips—overall a hideous haggard appearance. He sacrificed sleep to finish his new manuscript and even skipped to bathe and eat. He exercised everything his brain could offer but in the end, he was rejected. He sighed.