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Shishi Walker no Yoru
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My Name Is: Shishi Walker No Yoru

I Am Often Called: Pet or Neko

I Prefer Being Called: Shishi or Shi

I Am A: Genetically made Anthro Neko

I Have Lived For: Unsure

I Will Act: very insubordinate with a slight edge of fire. I'm not one to obey orders from those who are oppressive and I figure myself the knight of all animals, ensuring that whether you're genetically made or just a normal pet you have a master that will treat you right. I can be terribly soft spoken even to the point of shy around those I like or that have a extremely dark aura and have yet to do anything thing to me and I'm terribly fearful of powerful dark things. I'm extreme pacifist believing in more then just animal rights but also human ones used to be one.

I Admire And Love: cleaning up at the end of the day as a way to relax, learning humans words that deal with breakfast, eating anything that pertains to breakfast, cuddling up on leather couches, cat scratches or better known as the nearest leather couches, baths, lovely warm or hot baths, the animals at Cat n** that I consider brothers and sisters, and Yoru my best friend and also father figure.


I Despise And Hate: Milk and cat n**, just because I'm part cat doesn't mean those things come appealing to me; give me a stack of pancakes or waffles any day, collars; they're entirely too tight on my neck, metal and machinery; entirely too impersonal and gives me terrible ghost memories of my past, being dirty, not being able to word what I'm thinking, the darkness for it leaves chills along my skin.

I Secretly Adore: Those at Cat n** for now but I'm willing to like a master if I came upon one that suited my interest.

I Remember: The night air was chilled with the sign of death and the city of Halo rested peacefully under its blanket of silence. Not even crime dare to make noise of the night of the Reborn; a night where the dead walked freely among the streets. All shops were closed no one wanting to do business on such a night. The shop windows like the night was ink black, a sign of death. No, the chains that bolted the doors of the shops told a story of fear rather then death – Ice cold fear that made people not dare to sleep for fear of snoring and drawing attention to their homes; a fear that left all silent for the night not daring to wander. Well all but one little soul didn’t dare that is. Shishi walked the night streets wondering where he was. What was the last thing he remembered?

Metallic film lined his throat, the distant whir of machines and voices filled his ears, an inky black darkness clawed at his vision, the acidic smell of alcohol flared his sensitive little nostrils, and the sodden touch of bubbling liquid touched his cold skin.

Shishi shook his head distilling the images that floated in his bemused, jumbled mind. Why was it, such awful memories were so very clear, but that who held him and where he was held still disturbed him every waking moment? He shook his head again splattering still damp, short wavy auburn tresses across his face.

It had been only a few hours ago that Shishi woke up in a dank alleyway thrown out like last week’s old bad Chinese food. His only cover for his opalescent white skin was the oversized shirt that hung to his knees. His entire body was covered in some sort of goop that he spent the better part of an hour rolling around in the trash piles wiping the gunk off.

Now he stood at the beginning of the downtown shopping stripes. Dark shops showed no hope to either his left or his right as he looked towards them for a ray of sunshine, a beacon of sanctuary. With each second he stood there out in the darkness an eerie crawl crept along his skin raising his hackles. Something instinctively was telling him that he shouldn’t be out here in the night, he just knew it. With saddened wide doe-like eyes he stumbled forward searching for his candlelight in the dark abyss.



Omi hummed softly to the rock music that thrummed lowly in the back of the shop. He too seemed not to care that it was Reborn, or roughly translated into “Night of the Living Dead,” and took pleasure in all the life uses even tonight. For instance, Mix De Mois screeched in the background. It was a very odd mixture to hear with Omi’s happy humming. The young man had always been weird like that though even as a kid, carefree and jubilant looking on the outside while something dark and sinister always sweltered right there beneath the surface.

Along with the hum of the young two-face and the j-rock the shop was filled with the soft murr of animals that either slept or watched the young man go about cleaning up for tomorrow. It seemed the shop was one that housed animals but if one looked closely into those darkly lit cages they would see that it wasn’t just animal old animal like your pet Polly the parrot that died last year. It was more like Jackal, a deformed black mastiff/ Black Panther or Anon, a deformed bald eagle/ and Amazonian giant alligator. Where these abominations came from? Did it really matter to question where you got you income so long as it didn’t go against your morals? After all plenty of people, sometimes the rich and other times the shady, came in and bought the creatures for whatever reason he never bothered to ask, store policy not to.

Running a hand through his ear length sandy blonde hair, Omi sighed looking to the poor creatures. Despite not bothering to ask what the owners were going to do with their “pets”, Omi felt despondently mournful towards them. He was a really big animal lover and believed every one of them, even the experimentally deformed ones, deserved to be loved just like Fido or Lassie. He caressed Nefertti, a beautiful blond minx/peacock as he headed into the back to clean up a few other things.



Shishi mewled a forlorn moan as he dragged his feet across the asphalt covered streets. Not a single candle of hope shone in any of the shops. What was going on here? It was almost like everyone was dead. At that thought a harsh shudder ran up his spine and chattered his teeth. A chill in the air settled around him causing him to lower his triangular shaped hairless ears flat against his head and draw the just as nearly hairless tails around his waist. The idea of everyone being dead obviously didn’t bode well with him.

He looked down at his toes and then his fingers, the small little things just as small as his little thin fingers. The toenails were grimed with dirt and other gunk while his fingernails were iced black. If he managed to even find his candle ray of hope, would it even embrace him with the way he looked? He scratched his head moving around the grains of dirt in his chilled auburn tresses and turned to lick his arm which too was lined in a film of black grit. It tasted awful on the pink appendage but it was necessary to get rid of.

After licking most of the grit off his arms and the bending to lick most of his legs, he sucked his fingers to removed most of the dirt there and then wiped at his toes to remove it from there. Lastly was his hair, it was an awful mess and he wasn’t sure how to clean it without…well without, you know, the stuff that you use to remove the icky blackness from your body. So since he didn’t have that stuff you use in those situations he resorted to licking the palm of his hand and then stroking his hair purring occasionally when he swiped his ears.

Done with all that Shishi took off drudging down the desolate street way trying not to dirty the toes he’d just cleaned though all he managed to do was smudge around the grime. Just as the last bit of light in his amber colored eyes began to wane Shishi spotted it; the candlelight he’d been searching for. There at the end corner of the street was a light in a shop window. His eyes were no longer the dull glimmering orbs but blazing globes of naivety. He took off into a mad dash to the light scampering across the gravel.


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Omi was just about to turn of the light to the front of the shop and retire to the back for the night when the insistent patter sounded on the shop glass door. He was more then sure he switched the sign from open to close but he might have forgotten. He chuckled softly and then headed to shoo off whoever the wayward customer was. The door had tinted windows along with the windows themselves to keep the animals from bearing the morning and afternoon light.

Unlocking the door the kind words he prepared died in his throat as he laid eyes on the panting heap on the steps. The person was doubled over panting and looked mighty disheveled. They certainly didn’t look anything like any of his normal customers. “Are you alright? Can I help you?” His voice was uncertain as he reached out a hand out to pat their back.

Shishi jumped up at the sound of the words. They sent a smalls flutter through his body. “Nyaa!” No those weren’t the words he wanted to say, that was for certain. His brain was working faster then all his other functions at the moment. Obviously his words weren’t coming out in a comprehensible manner because the guy had a puzzled look on his face. He shook his head before trying once again, “help onegai.” His eyes watered tearfully as he thought he might be turned away.

Omi gasped as his eyes widen to little umbrellas. Despite the obvious that this child was either an orphan or a runaway he was completely kawaii in that little brother/pet Poochie way. It completely made him giddy even if the child was expressing terribly sorrow. After all once again he was kawaii. “Of course little one I’ll help you. As if I’d let something like you sit on my door step,” he ushered the boy in through the door and relocked it. He made sure the sign was on closed before heading toward the doorway that lead to the back and turning off the lights to the shop. He was more the glade the child was nuzzling against his leg and too preoccupied to see the whites of the dozens of eyes peering from cages at him.

Omi took the boy to the back where the living quarters were and settled him on a black leather couch. “Stay there I’ll be right back.” Omi left the boy to look around the living quarters and hoped he didn’t get to curious and wander back into the shop with the creatures.

Shishi bounced on the couch happily now that he was no longer under the night sky. The creepy crawly feeling no longer ran up his arms while he sat under the lights of the shop and this only furthered his giddy happy feeling. He glanced around at all the weird objects that littered the room. It was a little odd, there didn’t seem to be a whole lot of metal around in this place but he was sure with the vague memories he did retain that he’d always been around a lot of metal. The lack there of it though was oddly comforting in a way. He liked this new material and would be sure to ask the man what it was when he came back.

Omi stood in his bathroom sighing; it was more then a little awkward having a little boy practically drop on his steps and take him in. His mind wasn’t so focused on how kawaii the child was with his terribly sad, forlorn eyes that he now saw that maybe he should have directed him to the police station. Even though it was Reborn they would let him in right? No of course they wouldn’t. The people in this city were terribly rude and selfish and only looked out for themselves. He sighed again looking into the vanity mirror as he waited for the bucket of hot water and soap to fill up.

He’d already been to his room and gotten the boy another clean shirt, though it would hang just as low as his own dingy shirt. But cleaner was better and once away from the boy he thought that was the most important thing at the moment; that and food. What did kids eat these days anyways? He was a little perplexed at the thought and wondered if he had any kid food in the first place. Looking over at the bucket in the tub and figuring it was full enough he bent over turning the handles effectively shutting the water off and then picked up the bucket, the clean new dress shirt, and a washcloth heading back out to the hallway he’d place the boy in.

Shishi was standing up of the couch peering at the wall trying to figure out a name for what it was made out of when he heard the man come back. “This, this; is what?” He only turned his head slightly to peer at the man as he jumped up and down on the couch poking the wall.

If Omi had been a girl he was sure he would have squealed right then. The excited broken speech was absolutely kawaii, no it was way more then kawaii, it was moe. He felt the urge to rush to the boy and cuddle his face in the boy’s chest squeezing him till he complained but the stuff he held grounded that idea out of him. “What is that? It’s a wall cutey,” he chuckled and shook his head setting down the items on the floor and scooping the boy into one arm taking a seat on the couch. He watched at the boy squirmed in his lap where he placed him and smiled. Yes, he was defiantly moe. Holding the boy in his lap with one had he grabbed up the washcloth with the other and dipped it in the scorching water. He then rung it out and started washing the boy’s face and hair.

Shishi felt the urge to squirm and get out the man’s arm as he was picked up. Not only had he failed to answer him correctly because surely he knew what a wall was but he stopped Shishi’s investigation of the wall’s material. He continued to squirm until something wet and warm touched his cheeks. Wow. That was all he really could think. It felt wonderful. He nuzzled against the washcloth purring. “Good this is; is what?” He rolled his eyes up to peer at the man through darkly laced eyes.

Omi stilled a bit puzzled. Despite how moe the broken language and the naivety the boy showed maybe all wasn’t as it had seemed at first. He rethought his idea of the boy being a runaway or an orphan. Things like this only happened in his anime shows. He began to wonder if boy had bumped his head and had some kind of head injury and questioned him on it, “Um kid, are you okay? You didn’t bump your head while you were running outside did you?”

Shishi pondered the question and thought it was rather silly. He smiled at the man no longer dazed and relaxed before turning in the man’s arms and patting his cheeks, “Shishi no head bump. Shishi just no know name,” to emphasize his point he squirmed out of the man’s lap and place his hand inside the bucket. The problem with that was it was really hot, enough that it startled out seven of his tails from under the shirt causing Omi to gasp.

I Have Had: A friend in Omi and family in the other pets. Sexually speaking...what's that?

My Secrets: I have cat ears and nine cat tails. Though I don't know it I have an affinity with darkness hence the name Walker No Yoru, Walker of Night or Nightwalker. I draw darkness like a fly to a lamp, then am able to manipulate it to make a shroud around me or more deadlier things like killing.

I hear: Kagami





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