It was one of those increasingly rare days were she was in her human form. She was walking the busy streets of Japan, looking around with mild interest as she continued her never ending quest to find her brother, Death. She must not have looked too scary with her gun and two five foot Katanas crisscrossed on her back for the locals and foreigners alike called greetings to her, which she bowed her head at but rarely uttered a word. She probably looked like a cosplayer, which explained why no one didn't question her weaponry.

As dusk approached, Akito shifted to her Wolf form, taking shelter in a fairly clean alleyway for the night. She slept lightly, always staying in tune with her surroundings. By morning, she was up and moving around on the streets, once again human.

Taking a shortcut through an alleyway similar to the one she spent the night in, Akito found herself blinking from the early morning light. The street she was now on was empty save for a small bundle of black and white fur on the side of the street a few yards from where Akito stood. Curious, Akito went to investigate, walking silently to pause beside the bundle of fur. It was a kitten, its head bent down, nose nearly touching the pavement. The kitten was huddled pathetically with its tail wrapped around its tiny paws tightly. The kitten's dominant fur color was black, making it hard to really notice the dirt and grime that made its fur spike out in every direction. At first, Akito thought the animal was dead for she couldn't tell if it was breathing. No sooner than she had the thought when the kitten looked up at her, its blue-grey gaze meeting Akito's teal ones. It tilted its head a little to one side, than opened its mouth and spoke.

"Have you seen my owner, Miya?"

To say that Akito was shocked to hear the kitten speak would have been an overstatement. Seeing as some of her forms could talk, it didn't surprise Akito to hear the kitten say more than just a 'meow'. What caught her attention was that the kitten smelled and looked just like any normal cat, albeit there was far more intelligence than a normal cat in the kitten's eyes.

"Sorry, no. I have only been around here for about a day, and I haven't really spoken to anyone." Seeing the look on the kitten's face, Akito added, "What happened to your owner?"

The kitten gave a small huff of sadness before responding. "He... disappeared a while ago. I'm still looking for him, but I can't seem to find him... and now I don't know where to go."

"Well, if want, you can stay with me until you find your owner. I travel a lot, though."

The change in the kitten at Akito's words was nearly instant. Jumping to her feet, the small kitten hopped around excitedly, eyes bright and ears pricked up as far as they would go, all the while watching Akito. The kitten's behavior reminded Akito of herself when she was younger.

"That sounds like fun! I would love to hang out with you, miss-san!"

Akito lifted an eyebrow at the 'miss-san', but all she said was, "Just call me Akito."

"Okies! I'm Kitty."

"Kitty, huh? Easy enough to remember... You hungry, Kitty?"

"Starving. Wez going to eat?"

The hopeful look on the kitten's face made Akito smile. "Sure, but first you need a bath."

Kitty's ears went back and the tip of her tail twitched. "Aww, man. Do I have to?"

"Yes. Come on, I'll get a hotel so you can wash up."

Akito turned back the way she had came from, a huffing Kitty tagging along beside her. A couple minutes later, Akito found herself assaulted by nonstop chatter from Kitty. But once they reached the hotel, Kitty stopped talking; at least in front of people she did. After giving Kitty a bath and towel drying her now soft and clean smelling fur, Akito ordered two dinners for the both of them in the hotel. Kitty went back to chattering about random stuff between mouthfuls of food, to which Akito made a comment or asked a question here and there when one was needed, but she was only half paying attention. The other half of her attention was still searching for the presence of her brother. The only time her attention went completely to Kitty was when the hyper cat accidently knocked over her half drunken bowl of sweet milk; to which Kitty ran around the room in a panic thinking the milk was possibly spoiled.