All he needed was some reassurance that the world he had reincarnated in was the same he had lived in as Kaito.
Because if that's true…
The black cat's eyes shone with a glint.
'That would mean I still have a chance to find my parents—
…yeah.
2 years before I died, my life was totally different to what it had become during the last year living as Kaito.' The blue eyed cat meowed out loud.
He had been different back then, heck, his life had been.
So much had changed since then that it almost felt like someone else's memory now.
Back then, Kaito was the kid people looked at with a smile.
He'd been born into a wealthy family—big house, shining floors, garden so clean it looked fake, etc, etc.
His parents weren't just rich, they were respected.
Entrepreneurs who ran their own company, side by side. They were a team in business and in life, always moving, always building something new.
All this, and they had still never sacrificed their love for each other nor the love the boy had deserved to get.
They were what you could call a perfect couple in ways more than one.
Kaito had taken after them in all the right ways.
He had a sharp mind, a glib tongue, and not to forget his 147 of an IQ that made even the teachers blink.
The boy had loved most of his young age with a work ethic that made his classmates envy him, and a heart that despite privileged, wanted to help.
He didn't just want to be the best.
He wanted to matter.
It was such that Noah had wanted to learn medicine and become a practiced surgeon.
His dream was to give people just enough hope the way his parents had always given him.
It had all been on track.
Until that cursed day.
His father, Stanley, had told him one day over breakfast that they were finally going back to the family's old estate.
Said they had "proven themselves" now and shit, andthat it was time to return to their roots.
Kaito had been too excited to question it then.
His parents had left shortly after, promising they'd be back before his medical results came out.
But they didn't come back.
And on the day of the results?
He had failed.
The boy had tried to laugh it off, told himself that he just needed to study harder.
That next time, he would crush it.
Days passed by but there was no news about his parents.
The boy had tried convincing himself that they were just caught up somewhere.
But weeks passed. Then months.
No calls.
No letters.
No sight of their return.
And slowly, the silence turned heavy.
People started whispering and gossiping that they'd abandoned him.
That they had left the boy because Kaito had failed in clearing the exam.
Even the people closest to him began pulling away, as if failure was contagious or something.
When the second exam rolled around, Kaito sat through it like a ghost.
He had studied so hard that his brain might as well just have popped out of his skull.
But when the results came?
The boy had realised that he had failed yet again.
A few of his professors had even advised the boy to take an year off and calm his raging mind.
They'd tried to make him understand that no matter how much he studied, as long as he was depressed and mentally exhausted, he wouldn't be able to ace the exam.
The boy wanted to listen to them, but the decreasing funds he had been left by his parents forced him to continue studying.
At one point, the gossips, the rumours had started to get on to him.
Maybe the others were right.
Maybe he wasn't good enough.
Maybe his parents had left because he wasn't worth the trouble anymore.
After that, everything went downhill.
The house got sold.
Even the remaining support dried up.
Months further passed and the world had moved on like he'd never even been there.
And eventually, kaito fell off a ledge.
He had failed his third attempt at his exams and at his life.
The boy had died in one of the miserable and useless ways possible.
And now he was here...as a cat—
With a broken system, a little too sexy girl, and a deadline for the end of the world ticking above his head.
Still, that one thought hadn't left him.
If this really was the same world…
Then maybe his parents hadn't abandoned him.
Maybe the system's talk about this whole "apocalypse" bullshit wasn't just random.
Maybe it was all connected.
And just as Kaito's mind started diving deeper into the if's and but's, his ears twitched as the apartment buzzed faintly around him.
'Shit.' The black cat cursed, realising that it wasn't the sound of the apartment but him…
Uhhhh
Kaito looked at the white tiled floor below him as an embarrassing realisation hit him.
His cat balls had peed on the floor—
[System Warning: Bad Kitty! Use the fucking toilet, will you?!]
[-15 Faith Points.]
The boy's cheeks blushed in the most humane way possible as he cursed.
'Ughh, when will I be able to properly control this dogshit body!!'
He looked down at the little golden puddle on the white tiles and groaned—if groaning was something a cat could physically do.
Ten days in, and Kaito still hadn't fully gotten used to this…furry nonsense.
It wasn't like his human body came with a "pee-on-the-floor" auto-mode.
There had been control.
Dignity.
Pride!!!
Now? He was one twitch away from becoming a glorified puddle generator.
Still grumbling under his breath, he turned tail and walked towards the kitchen.
After a bit of struggle, jumping onto the counter, slipping, and then climbing back with a vengeance—he managed to claw open the tissue box.
One. Two. Three tissues.
He grabbed them with his mouth and dragged them across the floor, one paw trying to press it down against the puddle.
It looked more like an interpretive dance than actual cleaning, but hey—it worked.
Sort of.
Once the floor was decently dry and his ego slightly salvaged, Kaito picked up the now-wet tissues again and made his way to the bathroom.
He hopped up to the toilet seat with a little grunt, dropped the tissues in, and kicked the flush lever with both hind legs like some acrobatic gymnast cat from a cartoon.
Fwoooosh.
"Haah…" the black cat let out a tired exhale as he watched the water swirl.
Even in death, he was still cleaning up after himself.
Truly, the universe had a sick sense of humor.
He stared at his reflection in the toilet water for a moment.
Big blue eyes, jet-black fur and a tail that had a mind of its own.
This was his life now.
To be fair, he had gotten better.
Ten days ago, he couldn't even walk in a straight line without tripping over his own paws.
He'd once face-planted into a wall trying to chase a light reflection.
He was getting the hang of the tail now, at least.
And today's dramatic paw-over-face act in front of Lucy?
Oscar-worthy.
But still… embarrassing crap like this kept happening.
Sometimes he'd twitch in his sleep and fall off Lucy's bed.
Once, he tried to scratch an itch on his neck and ended up spinning in circles like a malfunctioning Beyblade.
And don't even mention the hairball incident. That had traumatised him for life—
Kaito padded back out of the bathroom and flopped down on the living room rug, tail flicking in mild annoyance.
He lay on his side, one paw lazily batting at the air as he muttered mentally.
'I swear, if I ever get my hands back, I'm punching fate in the face.'
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