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Forgotten and Alone

Chapter Two

Aya had been on the streets for six months.

He has moved from the building to an old factory once the days start getting colder. He had stolen a warm jacket the night before along with a new pair of jeans and several long sleeved shirts, plus blankets. In the factory he had found a very old cot and pillow and dragged it all to the subbasement where it was warmer.

He stopped talking completely when the room echoed his voice and he kept jumping around looking for who was repeating his words.

He only ate out of the garbage bins behind restraints and only after everyone had gone home for the night. Other people scare him and made him paranoid, he became afraid they would notice him and lock him in a cage like he had seen in a box with pictures in front of the clear barrio.

He was a living skeleton the only muscle on his body being a result of moving around restlessly. There was no fat on his body and even the smallest size pants were too big for him.

Shiny things fascinate him though he saw little of the light of day anymore. He had developed permanent night vision and lights from street lights hurt his eyes. He ventured into the sunlight to pick up a shiny round thing once and had jumped back into the darkness of the building with blinding pain shooting in his skull.

After that he begins sleeping during the day and venturing out at night when it's safer.

There was a group of cats living under the dumpster next to the door of the basement. They had hidden from him for a while until he had taken to sitting on the dumpster absolutely still so he could watch them. Slowly he developed their ways. He walked on all fours with the skill and grace of a feline. Moves silently trough the streets with a keen sense of his surroundings, walks on things ordinary people wouldn't be able to. His finger nails have even been honed to the sharp points of claws.

Which is when Aya starts to cut himself.

The first time is an accident of scratching himself while getting used to his claws. The second time is out of curiosity and boredom. Finds it lessons some of the depression he has forgotten isn't normal. Cutting becomes a habit until he learned exactly how much pressure is needed to pierce the skin then it becomes an art form.

His body becomes riddled with scars in complicated patterns. He is force to bathe to ward off infection, but his hair hasn't had a wash as it is unnecessary.

Eight months since his took to the streets things start showing up. First it's a can of tuna, enough to share with the other cats; then a jug of milk and a bowl which he uses to drink the milk with. Next are a new blanket and a few cushions. Aya doesn't touch those for a whole two days until it becomes so cold even the cats have started sleeping with him to stay warm.

Aya doesn't question where it all comes from, no one can see him and no one that can't see him would leave him things.

Yet things keeping appearing, always during the day while he sleeps and left just outside the room he sleeps in, in a spot he would notice. Out of curiosity one day he stays awake just outside door waiting for the next thing to be left. He falls asleep while waiting and wakes up in his bed curled up among the kittens that are too little to move around a lot. He knows he wasn't on the bed earlier, so knows whatever is leaving things is big enough to lift him. This didn't slat his curiosity, in fact it made him more determined to find out exactly who or what is leaving thing.

The next day he sleeps most of the day, but has moved the bed closer to the door in hope of hearing movement that will wake him. He wakes to the open smell of tuna and sees a shadow moving away down the hall. Aya hurries to catch up but has to stop pursuit when the shadow moves into the light of outside. He knows for sure it's a human, but can't figure out why they haven't confronted him.

The cat and mouse game goes on for another week before Aya ambushes the person just inside the door way to outside. He sits on a metal box suspended on the wall in perfect unconscious imitation of a cat. When the door opens he's momentarily blinded by the light but soon can see the man as the door closes again. The man pauses in the archway as if sensing something is different but continues on his way. Aya drops down behind him and walks on all fours silently. He waits in the shadows as the man leaves a small jar of milk and a blanket then looks in the open doorway to where Aya usually sleeps. Aya can see him frown when he finds the rooms occupants only to be the cats and turns back to the halls clearly looking for him.

He stops when he finds Aya crouching in the hall behind him. Aya crouches lower until his chin rests on his hands then pounces, not on the man but on his shoes then bounds away just as quickly jumping onto the railing above. The man looks up at him in amusement then walks away leaving Aya alone.

This goes on for several days, the man would come during the day, sometimes Aya is awake and watches from the railing, sometimes he tries to pounce on the mans shoes until the man brings a ball of yarn with him one day and watches Aya chase the string around and down the hall. Sometimes he's asleep curled up around the kittens to keep them warm and doesn't notice the man come and go. During these days the man has not tried to talk to or touch Aya, he's content with allowing the redhead to get used to his presence.

Two weeks after this starts the man stopped coming around during the day. Aya waits for him all morning with disappointment and sleeps in the afternoon. After dark he wakes up to find the man just setting down a jar of milk. Aya sits on his haunches watching the man curiously; this is the first time he's come around after dark. This also goes on for a few days, the man stays around longer, seems to leave slower as if expecting a stray cat to follow him home; and doesn't realize that's exactly what the man is doing.

One night Aya follows the man outside while chasing a string the man holds in his fingers. He follows for several blocks then vanishes down an ally after something only he can hear. A few days later he follows the man to his home, but doesn't follow him inside. Instead he waits until the lights in the mans apartment turn on then jumps up the fire escape and sits in the railing watching the man walk around then go to bed.

The next day the man doesn't show up at all, Aya goes looking for him and finds him in his apartment asleep on his couch, the lights are out and the picture box is on. The window is also open.

Silently Aya slips into the room and curiously explores the apartment. He finds fish left of the counter from the mans dinner, its uncooked and smells funny, but Aya eats it anyway while crouched on the counter, the fish is eaten of the plate his hands remain on the counter resting his upper body. When he's finished he finds the man watching him with a startled expression. Aya licks his lips and jumps off the counter he catwalks to the man and rubs his head against the mans hand a soft purr vibrating in his chest. He backs up a little when the hand moves but soon moves back as the finger slid into his dirty hair and scratches lightly. Aya's eyes close to slits and the purr deepens. Soon he jumps onto the couch and curls up next to the man and falls asleep feeling safer then he can remember.

When he wakes up in the morning he's still on the couch with a blanket covering him. The curtains in the living room are closed but Aya can see the light streaming trough telling him its day and he will not be leaving the apartment any time soon.

As far as he can tell the apartment is empty, with all the curtains closed leaving the rooms gloomy. Aya doesn't notice this, he can see better in the dim light then he could in full light. The apartment is clean, very clean in such a way he can't help but notice how dirty he is. The bathroom is easy to find and all the things needed for a bath are in easy reach. Aya fills the tub with warm water and accidentally drops a near empty bottle of bath soap in the water making it think with foam. Stripping his dirty cloths Aya climbs into the bath and turns off the water. He plays with the bubbles for a while until the man comes home and finds him playing in the bath and not cleaning himself.

"You're supposed to clean yourself in water, not play in it." The man said with a smirk and rolled up his sleeves. Kneeling down on the carpet mat he carefully wet down Aya's hair then lathered it with the shampoo. Aya closed his eyes contently at the head rub and started purring, his hair is washed five times before it fully clean then a large amount of conditioner is used to remove the tangles. The water is let out and the shower is turned on in its place. Aya jumps out of the tub startled by the spray, but is coaxed back in when the spray nozzle is taken off its hook and held in the mans hand, then he tries to catch the water by chasing it around the tub affectively soaking the man in the possess.

Once clean the water is turns off and Aya jumps out of the tub where a towel is brought down over his head, he sits still trying to figure out what's on top of him when strong hands clutch around his sides and vigorously rubs him dry. After which the redhead runs around naked chasing lights on the floor. Later the man finds Aya asleep on top of the washing machine its soft vibrations while washing his clothing is soothing in a new sort of way.

He's still naked and doesn't seem to notice.

When Aya wakes up again he's in a bed that softer then anything he's slept on in a long time. He finds his cloths clean and folded on a chair next to the bed and puts them on. The man is once again gone but a plate of raw fish is left on the counter along with a bowl of milk. After he was finished he found a mirror and sat on the dresser looking at himself. His hair was brilliant red once again, but it had grown out to become a shaggy cloud of red. No facial hair had gown on his face keeping the skin smooth and clean. If at all possible he has become paler then he remembered, and so thin his bones could be seen clearly.

"You might not have survived the winter." The man said standing in the door way. Aya turned his head to look at the man then back to the mirror. "You're too thin to stay warm and once the temperature dropped too much you wouldn't have had fur to protect you from freezing to death." The man watched him for a moment. "And you don't understand a thing I'm saying do you?"

Aya jumped off the dressed and rubbed his side against the man's leg affectionately purring contently. The man sighed and scratched Aya's head before going to fix dinner for himself.

It never occurred to Aya to leave once the sun had gone down.