“What’s going on?” Kenma asked, in a far to calm a voice for the current situation.
“This is the person who took Kenma!” you said to him, referring to this Rita woman, “and now he’s run away.”
“He was stolen by you!” Rita seethed again through gritted teeth.
“How did he get out?” Lolita asked her.
“We left the back door open and he just walked out then jumped the fence and was gone!” she said.
“Wait. So, you saw him run out the back door and jump the fence?” you asked the woman with a dumbfound look on your face.
“Yes! Because you were on the other side calling him to come to you!” she said.
“She’s lost her damn mind,” you said, turning to Kenma.
“I have not lost my mind! I know he’s here!” she said loudly.
“Now she’s saying he’s here.” You commented to Kenma, throwing one arm up in the air, rolling your eyes as you did so. It was so hard to keep up with this woman and her outlandish stories.
“Oh-kay,” Lolita said, realizing that this woman was going off the deep end, “honey, you had better come with me,” she said to the heavily breathing Rita.
“No! They stole my cat!” she screamed, trying to fight Lolita off, but the larger lady had Rita’s wrist in her grip and wasn’t letting go of her. It was a battle by weight now and Rita, being a lot smaller than the heavy-set Lolita, lost terribly and was swiftly removed from the room.
“Well, I think we know our next mission now,” you said with a smile at Kenma, “go and find Kenma!”
“How are we going to find him?” Your boyfriend asked.
“Well… I don’t know… but he might have known how to get back to this shelter so if we check around here, we might find him?” you said, “he knows my voice. I’m sure of it. We’ll just have to keep searching.”
Kenma nodded, but he wasn’t very confident of this idea. It seemed a little too farfetched, and too active, for his liking.
But, once again, he found himself being dragged along by you and he, once again, allowed it, because he liked it when you were happy and finding Kenma the cat was certainly bringing a smile to your face.
Before you and he left for the evening, you made sure all the other cats were safe, and then checked to make sure that crazy lady had gone, and once you were sure the coast was clear, you snuck up to Lolita at the front desk and presented your plan.
“Kenma and I…” you started, “are gonna look for Kenma. I’m sure he would know how to get back here so it’s just a case of looking around the area,” you said to her.
She didn’t seem too convinced by this plan either, and Kenma could see that she was hiding her true thoughts for the sake of your happiness.
“Ok love, you go and have a look around,” she said, looking past you to Kenma, “are you going to be with her, sweetness?”
“Ok,” she said with relief, “as long as your boyfriend is with you then I don’t mind you wandering around at this time of night. Try taking some cat food with you, that might help.”
“Oh! Good idea,” you said, “wait here a second Kenma I’m just gonna grab a handful of the dry food and I’ll be back.”
He watched the back of you disappear off into the cat section again to get some dry food, and then he looked at Lolita, as he felt like she was watching him.
“Just… be sure to give her lots of hugs if she doesn’t find him… ok, honey?” she asked Kenma with a soft smile.
They both felt the same.
You were back within a minute, and, with giant hopeful smile on your face, you showed him your small bag of dry cat biscuits, then headed for the door.
“Let’s go and find Kenma!” you said confidently.
Out you walked, with your boyfriend behind you, and headed off down the street with no particular thought or plan in mind except for finding Kenma the cat.
“Where would I hide if I were Kenma?” you asked yourself out loud, “I know! A back alley!”
Kenma just followed you.
Up and down every alley you walked, occasionally shaking the bag of cat food and calling out for Kenma… which Kenma, your boyfriend, found odd… and by the second hour was starting to get over it.
“Y/N…” he said from behind you and for a second you were confused- you had forgotten he was there.
“Oh! Yes?” you asked.
“Stop calling for Kenma,” he said bluntly.
“But why? How else am I going to find him?” you asked, stopping to look back at your man.
“But my name is Kenma and it’s weird.”
“Well then what if I call you by your first name?” you asked, “then it won’t be weird if I’m calling for Kenma. Because I now call you by your first name and your first name isn’t Kenma.
“My… first name?”
“Yeah. It’s Kozume, right?”
“I’ll call you Kozu for short,” you said with a bright smile.
“Umm… ok,” he replied, and you turned and walked ahead again, going back to calling out for Kenma.
He sighed and pushed his hands into his pockets and just followed you as you continued your fruitless mission.
Now coming up to 4 hours of this random wandering of the streets, Kenma was really over it- but was suffering in silence.
“Y/N… it’s getting late,” he finally said when you stopped for 2 seconds to rest.
“But I haven’t found Kenma yet,” you said sadly, “he was supposed to come running out of the dark and into my arms and then I’d take him home and we’d live happily ever after.”
“Can happily ever after come… tomorrow?” Kenma asked. “I wanna go home.”
“You can go home. I’m going to keep looking for Kenma,” you said firmly.
But before you could keep walking, Kenma had his arms around you, from behind you, and just held you close.
“Let me go, Kozu,” you said, trying weakly to break out of his hug. You didn’t really want him to let you go but you had to make it look like you were at least attempting to get free.
“We need to stop for tonight,” he said softly into your ear.
You stopped trying to fight him and just let your body rest into his.
“Will he come back?” you asked in a small voice, your question almost being lost in the background nosies that were still at full volume as the city kept pushing along for the night.
“I don’t know,” Kenma replied, softly, his words almost being drowned out by a passing car, “but he would want you to rest too.”