His tail was
as black and beautiful as the night - the only blackness that allowed Shui to
shed all his worries and burdens from the world, the blackness in which
Shui could find calm and comfort, in which Shui could be himself - just a normal cat.
Shui would think that, as he wrapped his arms around the
black tail’s owner from the back and buried his face in his companion’s
shoulder, taking in the familiar, gentle scent that never failed to send him
into a peaceful sleep.
It is not quite possible to dye black into any other color,
but when Shui hugged him from behind, body warmth permeating through layers of
clothes, soft breath brushing against his skin… Leaks thought maybe, just
maybe, that his ears were dyed in a hue of red.
If it was the case, certainly, he hoped Shui didn’t notice.