Kuro: Salmon

Kuro watched as Dai happily bit at his salmon filet, scratching him behind the ears with a sad smile.

She’d been neglecting her familiar. Not only that, but she had to find out in front of her friends.

An overpowering sense of guilt hit her full-force.

Dai had always been there for her. Almost ever since she’d discovered her powers, she’d had the scruffy little cat pattering beside her feet. He was there for all of her struggles; the tears, the anger, the sadness as she grew further and further apart from her father.

And she was too busy to listen to him?

Dai turned to look at her with his glowing green eyes and licked her hand, as if to reassure her, before returning to the fish.

Kasumi’s words returned to her. Especially one detail of what she’d said.

…your mind has been preoccupied with the divination, someone with purple eyes…

She couldn’t figure out for the life of her who the familiar was talking about.

Kuro glanced around the table and remembered Tsuki had purple eyes. But Kuro hadn’t been preoccupied with her, had she? In fact, she’d been spending a minimal amount of time with her after the River Mists…

Kuro resisted the urge to shudder, and pretended to busy herself with her sandwich.

“So, Kuro,” Tsuki started, making her look up, “Homecoming’s in two weeks. You going?”

She shook her head, starting a chorus of protest.

“What? Why not?” Akiko asked, “Don’t tell me you’ll be too busy studying!”

“Actually…” Kuro started, an amused smile on her face, “I have this project-“

“Kuro, I hate to say this,” Tsuki sighed dramatically, “But you need to live a little!”

Kuro shrugged.

“What would I do at a dance?” she asked, adjusting her sandwich, “Frankly, it’s a waste of time.”

“You could…dance?” Nike suggested, eliciting laughter.

“Seriously,” Kuro huffed, brushing a strand of hair from her face, “I know this may be hard to believe, but…I only do ballroom.”

The table stared at her with incredulous expressions and she sighed.

“I’m an uptown brat who spent way too many nights at country club dinners, okay?”She admitted, “And if there’s one thing I’ve learned…it’s that social events are a drag.”

“But this is school!” Akiko insisted, “You have to have school spirit!”

“Bah, humbug.”

“Come on, Kuro,” Tsuki wheedled, “You have to! The three of us haven’t been to any of the dances before!”

“So what?” Kuro asked, munching on a piece of lettuce.

“We need someone to show us the ropes!” Tsuki insisted, pouting.

"Fine." Kuro sighed, pointing towards a girl holding a clipboard on the other end of the dining hall, "You walk over there, give her your name, and get your tickets. And then, you wait until the day of the dance, walk to wherever it's being held, and da-"

"-Not what I meant!" Tsuki groaned, "You have to be there!"

Kuro shook her head, putting down her sandwich.

"Not happening. End of story."

Akiko and Tsuki both shot her petulant looks, before becoming engrossed in their conversation again.

Dai looked at her, with an expression that seemed to be laughing.

"Hey, don't give me that look, Mister."

He licked his lips, having finished his meal, and hopped onto Kuro's lap.

She smiled, scratching his head as he curled up against her. 

Dai was the best familiar she could have asked for.

The End

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