Where society was governed by its law, its members were governed by what is right and wrong. The question then is, what is right and wrong, and the answer isn't simple enough either, as what is right and wrong depends on the individual for what they see is right and wrong. His father being a prime example that he sees giving him shelter was right, but unless he was paid more, then he shouldn't guarantee the boy's happiness also. Sounds unfair and it was, but the sad news was that there were others who believed in what he did too, hence why there were still orphanages fill of unwanted and unloved kids and despite the fact that he was in a home, he still felt that his position wasn't any better.
Looking on the bright side, there was only two years to go and he was out of here. Not only that, he now had a companion, a fellow stray who now was with him and helped make the last miserable days alot brighter and allowing him to sleep like a lamb, dreaming of what could be. Despite what others try to do, it was just as he had said the night before how bullies do hurt you but not enough to break your spirit. For Keita, he has always aimed to keep being the kind and friendly person that he was, the person that his mother and father wanted him to be. It was just sad that such nice people had to leave this world before this time and how nice people also got hurt alot. Such a argument would be that they were too weak, but it shouldn't be a cause to hurt those who would help you.
Then again, all these bullies only got so far in life, and then they fell dependant on those they once bullied to help them as they were laid in a hospital bed or behind bars or facing judge and jury for their actions. Well there is a maxim that you reap what you sow, and how what you do in the past some day comes back to you. For Keita, he was satisfied with what he had done and what he had accomplished. It was sad how like him, there were those who would go far to beat up a innocent sweet kitty in such a way, even to have all that glass. It certainly looked like no accident, hence why Keita wished to keep him, and give him home sweet home, or at least, as much home as possible from what could be made from it.
Now the time to wake up was drawing near, and he had yet to buy his new pet food and a bed and some quiet toys though there was no such thing. A ball of string maybe? but then it would go everywhere and would cause even more trouble. Boy it was hard work in his house. Then again, they could go to the treehouse but it wasn't very warm. It was one option though, as his hand reached out and felt the cat's ears and causing him to smile as he softly stroked them, glad that his new friend hadn't left him like everyone else. Then again, it could be argued that the stray was only here for food, as once they are fed, they are hard to get rid of. With that theory, Keita was all up for it, glad that he now had a companion.
Even if the cat had no strong, since the start the cat had him to cuddle up too and it was nice to have someone to care about and someone to make him happy, as he gently moved downwards from the cat's ears to feel what felt like silk, or maybe it was wet fur and he had done his business in the night and rolled in it, leaving him to touch fur coated in cat wee. Ah well, it was all part of growing up with a pet and especially inviting the pet to sleep in the same bed. With such in mind, his hand moved towards where his belly would be to give it a ruffle to wake his new buddy new, but instead he felt something smooth and soft. Still remaining gentle in his touch, his surface area increased as he felt the silk again, only this time, it weaved through his fingers and rubbing the texture it certainly was not fur.
Such alarm caused him to blink hard and open up his eyes before finding his hand caressing the cheek of a young boy who seemed younger than him. Without thinking for being too startled to think for how the boy got in his home and even climbed into his bed, he pushed him out of bed as his first initial thoughts. Sure he liked company but that was too close for comfort and he wanted answers, "How did you get in here? What are you doing in here? Who-", but he was cut off from his interrogation with loud footsteps and a booming voice, "KEITA!". His eyes widened, before quickly turned to the boy, "Get under now. I'll deal with you after", he whispered, as his hands took hold of the boy's waist to help move him under, before he grabbed his covers and forced himself off the bed, which to his dismay, caused his body to fall on his arm, causing his teeth to clench and his eyes to shut tight as he winced in pain in the direction of the boy.
Upon realising he was facing the wrong way, he quickly turned over just in time for his adoptive father to come in, who then picked him up by the scruff of his neck to stand him up, "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE PLAYING AT BOY? PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP!", whose face was boiling red before he then spat, "If you can't sleep in a flopping bed, then you go sleep in the tree house tomorrow. UNDERSTAND!", before pushing him back down, catching the end of the bed to Keita's back. Keita in response closed his eyes and leant his head against the bed as he blocked out the bang from the door as his father left the room.
What made matters worse was that his arm he had fell on earlier was the same arm his bullies had got yesterday, and now his back was hurting, and he was also hurting inside. Just as things were brightening up, everything came crashing down just as he had physically, as tears formed from his eyes. Remembering the boy, despite the way it looked and totally confused as the situation, he did not appear to look like the mischievous type, so he crawled away from the bed before falling flat on his face with his arms to break his fall to act as a cushion, before he mumbled, "I don't......know......who you are, but get out while the ghost is clear....Leave me be....", clearly speaking through his tears and asking to be left alone, when what he truly needed was company. Once again, thinking of himself over others so that his father did not return and get this boy also, whoever he was.....
Looking on the bright side, there was only two years to go and he was out of here. Not only that, he now had a companion, a fellow stray who now was with him and helped make the last miserable days alot brighter and allowing him to sleep like a lamb, dreaming of what could be. Despite what others try to do, it was just as he had said the night before how bullies do hurt you but not enough to break your spirit. For Keita, he has always aimed to keep being the kind and friendly person that he was, the person that his mother and father wanted him to be. It was just sad that such nice people had to leave this world before this time and how nice people also got hurt alot. Such a argument would be that they were too weak, but it shouldn't be a cause to hurt those who would help you.
Then again, all these bullies only got so far in life, and then they fell dependant on those they once bullied to help them as they were laid in a hospital bed or behind bars or facing judge and jury for their actions. Well there is a maxim that you reap what you sow, and how what you do in the past some day comes back to you. For Keita, he was satisfied with what he had done and what he had accomplished. It was sad how like him, there were those who would go far to beat up a innocent sweet kitty in such a way, even to have all that glass. It certainly looked like no accident, hence why Keita wished to keep him, and give him home sweet home, or at least, as much home as possible from what could be made from it.
Now the time to wake up was drawing near, and he had yet to buy his new pet food and a bed and some quiet toys though there was no such thing. A ball of string maybe? but then it would go everywhere and would cause even more trouble. Boy it was hard work in his house. Then again, they could go to the treehouse but it wasn't very warm. It was one option though, as his hand reached out and felt the cat's ears and causing him to smile as he softly stroked them, glad that his new friend hadn't left him like everyone else. Then again, it could be argued that the stray was only here for food, as once they are fed, they are hard to get rid of. With that theory, Keita was all up for it, glad that he now had a companion.
Even if the cat had no strong, since the start the cat had him to cuddle up too and it was nice to have someone to care about and someone to make him happy, as he gently moved downwards from the cat's ears to feel what felt like silk, or maybe it was wet fur and he had done his business in the night and rolled in it, leaving him to touch fur coated in cat wee. Ah well, it was all part of growing up with a pet and especially inviting the pet to sleep in the same bed. With such in mind, his hand moved towards where his belly would be to give it a ruffle to wake his new buddy new, but instead he felt something smooth and soft. Still remaining gentle in his touch, his surface area increased as he felt the silk again, only this time, it weaved through his fingers and rubbing the texture it certainly was not fur.
Such alarm caused him to blink hard and open up his eyes before finding his hand caressing the cheek of a young boy who seemed younger than him. Without thinking for being too startled to think for how the boy got in his home and even climbed into his bed, he pushed him out of bed as his first initial thoughts. Sure he liked company but that was too close for comfort and he wanted answers, "How did you get in here? What are you doing in here? Who-", but he was cut off from his interrogation with loud footsteps and a booming voice, "KEITA!". His eyes widened, before quickly turned to the boy, "Get under now. I'll deal with you after", he whispered, as his hands took hold of the boy's waist to help move him under, before he grabbed his covers and forced himself off the bed, which to his dismay, caused his body to fall on his arm, causing his teeth to clench and his eyes to shut tight as he winced in pain in the direction of the boy.
Upon realising he was facing the wrong way, he quickly turned over just in time for his adoptive father to come in, who then picked him up by the scruff of his neck to stand him up, "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE PLAYING AT BOY? PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP!", whose face was boiling red before he then spat, "If you can't sleep in a flopping bed, then you go sleep in the tree house tomorrow. UNDERSTAND!", before pushing him back down, catching the end of the bed to Keita's back. Keita in response closed his eyes and leant his head against the bed as he blocked out the bang from the door as his father left the room.
What made matters worse was that his arm he had fell on earlier was the same arm his bullies had got yesterday, and now his back was hurting, and he was also hurting inside. Just as things were brightening up, everything came crashing down just as he had physically, as tears formed from his eyes. Remembering the boy, despite the way it looked and totally confused as the situation, he did not appear to look like the mischievous type, so he crawled away from the bed before falling flat on his face with his arms to break his fall to act as a cushion, before he mumbled, "I don't......know......who you are, but get out while the ghost is clear....Leave me be....", clearly speaking through his tears and asking to be left alone, when what he truly needed was company. Once again, thinking of himself over others so that his father did not return and get this boy also, whoever he was.....