THE CASE OF SORATA (1)
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My name is Sorata. I’m a black and white short-hair, and I happen to think my coat is quite fabulous. While I’d admittedly like to be a bit slimmer, I love delicious food too much to help it.
The one who gave me this name was a boy called Saga Masamune, who picked me up and took me home one rainy day. Well, Saga usedto be his name—but due to certain difficult circ.u.mstances, now he’s known as ‘Takano’.
He never told me why he named me ‘Sorata’, but I quite like it.
A lot has happened since that day, though, and before I knew it, my owner had changed—and I now find myself under the care of a man called Yokozawa Takafumi. He’s foul-mouthed and scary at first glance, but to me he’s a very kind owner. Still, he’s extremely stubborn, and the way he lets himself jump to conclusions is really troubling: if there’s some food I like, he’ll go out of his way to buy nothing but that for a while (sometimes I want to eat something different!), and if there’s a toy I seem to enjoy, then similar ones will start piling up around the apartment (there’s such a thing as too many b.a.l.l.s! Bring out some foxtail now and then~).
Then, the other day, he found me sulking after I missed a jump I’d been trying to make and fallen from the desk and jumped to some wild conclusion thinking I was sick!
No matter how hard I tried to communicate that I was just fine, dammit! he still wouldn’t listen to me, and I wound up getting dragged by the fl.u.s.tered guy to the vet’s office. Geez, he could stand to be less of a frantic worrywart&h.e.l.lip; Though, well, I suppose that’s one of Yokozawa’s good points, too.
Plus, thanks to that, I was lucky enough to get to see the vet I really love for the first time in a while! I hate getting shots, but his hands feel really good~
And also, the best part of that day&h.e.l.lip;was getting to meet Hiyo.
This is just between you and me, but&h.e.l.lip;the moment I set eyes on Hiyo, I fell in love with her.
I used to make fun of the notion of love at first sight, but now I know it’s really, truly possible.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of her when she introduced herself to me, and when she pet me with her little hands, it was heavenly.
It was all thanks to Yokozawa that I got to meet Hiyo. When I think about it that way, I realize that his frantic nature isn’t all that bad.
“Sora-chan! Sorry for the wait!”
Hiyo turns back towards me after closing her notebook on her desk and putting it away on the shelf.
“Meow~”
“I’m gonna turn out the lights, Sora-chan! G’night~”
I follow after her towards her bed and curl up under the futon with her, snuggling close together as we fall asleep, my little heart beating pitter-patter for my very first, secret love.