Come here, kitty, kitty! - Sylus
Summary: The Evol cats have had enough of Sylus and his mistreatment, so this time, instead of giving him cat ears and a tail, the punishment goes further as he is completely turned into a Caracal cat.
Warnings: Long fic. Cat puns. Fluff - Literally and figuratively lol. Reader literally adopts a lynx for one night :p. Reader is economically poor (I'm sorry.) Reader is not MC. If anyone ever reads this, I sure hope you enjoy :3!
This was simply... Catastrophic.
Sylus feels a hint of regret because his actions led him to that position right then. Pawing and hissing at the Meow's Café door.
It doesn't budge an inch.
Not even his Energy manipulation Evol was going to be useful, simply because it had been supressed whenever those evil Evol cats had turned him into that... creature.
He doesn't have access to his phone either, not in that form, and therefore has not contacted either Luke and Kieran or Miss Hunter.
Sylus feels, perhaps for the second time in his life, helpless. He is aware his fur would protect him from the cold, but that does not mean he wants to be alone and out during the approaching snow storm.
He sits down in front of the double glass doors. Someone is bound to go in or out anytime soon, right?
It seems his calculations were wrong.
How long had he been sitting there? It must have been close to an hour. Why are there no clients?
He stands up, unconsciously stretching, before looking around. Well, he wasn´t going to get anywhere if he simply sat and waited.
His paws quickly take him down the road. It is uncomfortable. He isn't used to the frozen sidewalk, but he pushes through, until he finally sees a person standing in front of a food cart.
Whatever they are selling smells absolutely delicious. Since he hasn't eaten in hours, his normally luxury palate is craving for whatever this person is selling.
Slowly, he approaches, and lightly paws at your black snow boots.
¨Hm?¨ You look down, your half eaten chicken skewer in your hand as you spot a... very unique looking cat. "Oh! Hi there!" You smile, crouching down and gently booping his nose with your index finger. "Are you hungry?"
What the hell is he doing? He is no stray cat.
But... he is indeed hungry, so he simply looks at your hand expectantly, his vermilion eyes not moving away from the juicy looking meat.
Your giggle reaches his ears, and he bristles in response.
Carefully, you take one piece, blowing on it a few times, before offering it to him on your palm.
His nose makes quick work, and after a few sniffs, he easily devours the entire piece. Not bad.
He looks at you, awaiting another piece.
To his surprise, your oblige, feeding him until only the stick of the skewer was left. He licks his snout and whiskers.
He jumps away when your hand comes closer. Now, just what do you think you are doing?
Immediately, you retreat. "Sorry." You say, as you stand up. You pay the vendor, before waving at the cute cat.
Sylus immediately follows. He was not going to be outside during that snow storm. You had fed him. He is now your responsibility, and he isn't about to let you leave without him.
So naturally, he stalks after you.
You stop, and turn. A soft smile adorns your lips. "Ah. Coming back for more?" You tease playfully.
If cats could look annoyed, this cat sure does.
Chuckling, you bend down, offering your hand palm up and letting him smell you.
Fine. Just because it seemed you were his only ticket out of this situation. He moves closer, looking as dejected as his feline features allow him as you gently pet his head.
He couldn't say he hated the sensation. Unlike some other people he had encountered earlier when he had first transformed, you are actually being mindful of how sensitive his ears are.
For a brief moment, he allows himself to feel at ease. Not that he is ever going to admit it, but he is enjoying the attention, if anything by the purrs leaving the very back of his throat as he nuzzles into your hand. It's warm and soft.
When you stop petting him and continue walking, he follows again.
You look up at the sky as you hasten your pace. Snow is starting to fall... You don't want to be caught in it. So you jog down the street.
The pitter patter of paws makes you turn again.
Before the cat could react, you scoop him up, tucking him inside your coat, zipping it up so only his head is visible. You smile at the somewhat dumbfounded look the cat gives you. But he doesn't protest nor tries to escape.
This is a bit embarrassing. He had never been caught so off guard before!
He can feel the erratic beating of your heart agaisnt his small body as you hurry towards where he supposes is where you live.
His red eyes scan the dilapidated building you are approaching.
This has... got to be a joke.
Purrhaps he has chosen the wrong human to take care of him.
It is too late anyway, as you walk inside. The walls look like they had seen better days, as you go up the stairs, a lot slower than your brisk walk earlier.
There isn't even an elevator?
You huff and pant, and his eyes scann the state of this floor. Yeah, it looks equally old.
You fumble to get your keys out, and push open the door. "Home at last!"
You throw the keys over a bowl, though you miss and instead hit the table. Not that you care much as you get rid of your boots and snow-covered coat, gently placing your newly found freind on the floor.
Sylus looks around curiously. He is used to luxury and opulence wherever he visits, so this is a new for him. How can you live in such... place?
The fake wooden floor creaks under your every step, the wall´s paint is falling off, and it is almost as cold here as it is outside!
You approach a small sized screen, which Sylus soon realizes is actually a heater when you press a button to turn it on. A fake image of a fireplace shows on the screen as the small machine starts to work.
You must've been sleeping in front of that heater. He can see a sleeping bag, blankets and some plush toys placed in front of it.
He can only assume that the apartment heating is no longer working. That isn't surprising considering the state of it.
The sound of pans and clatter of utensils catch his attention, and he quickly rushes to the kitchen. He sits at the entrance, wondering if you are cooking something.
You had given him the thing you had been eating earlier, and that makes him feel a bit guilty.
In his defense, he was hungry, and although he could've hunted something, he was still at the heart of Linkon city. It would've been very troublesome to try to get food for himself.
The smell of meat and spices reach his nose. His whiskers move as he smells the air.
Well damn, the aroma was delicious. He is still hungry.
He watches as you sing whilist you mix whatever food you are cooking - he guesses meat and veggies?
This is an atipical sight for him. And he can't help but observe, his heightened senses glued to your every carefree move.
Many questions run through his head. What led to this? Why are you living in that old apartment?
That last question catches him by surprise. It isn't normal for him to care about someone he just literally met. He guesses being in such a vulnerable position makes him see things differently.
He is used to every interaction being an exchange. He never works for free - nobody he knows does.
Yet... you had fed him and brought him to your home... in exchange of what?
He can't give you money or power. Not while he is a cat, at least... But you don't know who he really is, so it is obvious you aren't looking for something akin.
¨C'mon. Let's eat together!" You call as you walk towards your makeshift room in front of the heater.
His legs quickly carry him to you. He settles comfortably over the sleeping bag and the numerous blankets, the gentle light coming from the heater screen makes him feel... cozy.
"I read that Caracal cats are carnivores". You say, as you grab some meat strips from your bowl and place them in a smaller plate you had brought from the kitchen with you. "And you also eat veggies. They say carrots are good for your vision, so I cooked you some!"
That is very... Thoughtful.
He looks at the plate of food.
It isn't a five star meal, but... You made it for him, and he isn't going to let it go to waste.
He eats with gusto, his tail unconsciosly swaying.
After you return from the kitchen after taking the dishes to the sink, he wonders what kind of routines you have.
He would've called you boring every other time, but he finds it fascinating just how simple your lifestyle is.
You don't live in a castle or mansion, but you give him such pretty smiles, he could've been easily fooled.
You spend a few minutes in the bathroom, and come out wearing your pajamas. He can see they are a bit old, the color of the fabric is fading, and there are a couple holes in it. But they are clean and fresh. He can still smell the lingering scent of laundry detergent and softener.
You sit down on the sleeping bag, and yawn once, twice. You put your phone over a small holder, and put on some cartoons while it charges. "Ready for bed, Red?"
Ah. The color of his eyes. That must be it.
He huffs as you pick him up and crarefully craddle him against your chest.
"Oh? You have a scar? What happened to your eye?" You ask softly, your thumb gently skimming over it.
As a reaction, he hisses, biting you hard enough to draw blood. His fur standing up as he meows threateningly.
And when he calms down, he looks at you, his small chest heaving up and down as he realizes what he did.
Sylus half expects you to kick him out, let him go.
But instead, you hug him closer. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."
Your voice is so sweet and gentle, and he doesn't understand your reaction at all. He looks at you, his vermillion eyes searching for any hint of dishonesty.
Guilt revolves in his stomach as he looks at your finger, the clear mark of his fangs marking your skin. He licks at the small puncture wounds, silently apologizing.
The scar in his eye is a touchy subject for him. He's aware he overreacted - or better said, instinctively reacted, but that was no excuse. He never wanted to hurt you.
Your eyes stare at him, and once again you smile. "It's okay. You don't have to apologize. I shouldn't have been so careless."
You lie down on your sleeping bag, and tug the blankets around your body, still hugging the Caracal to you. "I hope you are comfortable." Your grip on him is loose, so that if he wants to move, he can.
"Have a goodnight, kitty." You press a tiny kiss to his wet nose, before easily drifting off to sleep.
He remains awake for a couple more minutes. He takes in your features now that he has you so close. You're not wearing make up, but there's a light blush on your cheeks. And your slightly messy [h/c] hair cascades over the side of your face. Overall you look peaceful.
Sylus wishes... he can feel like that too.
He curls closer to your chest, hoping to see if he can steal a bit of normalcy from your life and bring it into his.
He sleeps so soundly, that he doesn't realize is daytime... and the cat's Evol has worn off - majority of it, at least.
He still conserves his cat ears and tail, but he's defeinitely back to his human form.
When he wakes up, he immediately notices what has happened. You look a lot tinier than you did last night, and the sleeping bag doesn't fit all of him anymore. "Hm."
He wonders how you'll react once you wake up and see that you have a naked man-cat (Cat-man?) holding you.
A deep chuckle escapes his lips. "This will be very interesting, won't it, Kitten?"
