Act I

  “La, di da di da. . . LA~”

  I was singing as I walked home, as thought I should start training my body, ever since I notice everyone in the manor including my sister was actually fitter than me.

  “Huh? Hello? Kitten?”

  I stopped as I saw a kitten, a small white one with a bell on it’s neck.

  “Are you hurt little one?”

  I asked as I kneeled down, checked on it. . . it wasn’t responding to my touch.

  I took it up, it was so small that it was able to fit on my palm.

  I checked it, and found it’s legs where injured, small cuts that was already scabbed. . . but it was weak, barely breathing.

  “A collar, probably got lost in the woods.”

  I said to myself as I continued walking, I can probably heal her up in the mansion and ask Sharmina if one of the town folks are looking for a missing kitten.

  “Oh little one~ don’t fear~ let the dreams swell~”

  I started singing, as I place the kitten into a healing sleep, an old elven trick but useful for everywhere but the battlefield.

  Act II

  “Hey I’m home.”

  I said entering the manor, I saw the princess and Flenna climbing up the front stairs, the princesses eyes on me.

  “Oh, hello princess, I’m home.”

  “I see that, how was school?”

  “It was fine, princess, I found an injured kitten in the road, I’ll be taking care of her for now.”

  I said as she walked towards me and looked down at the kitten in my hands.

  “A collar? She isn’t a stray Shiro, what do you plan on doing to it?”

  “Heal her for now, and then ask Sharmina if someone’s missing a cat at the town.”

  She nodded and then climb the stairs, she’s probably heading to the lounge.

  Then I saw Lizel and Helen talking in the hallways towards the kitchen.

  “Oh hey what are you girls up to?”

  I said as they stopped talking and looked down.

  “Hello White wulf, Liz was just asking me if I would want to ride with her tonight.”

  “Yeah, there’s this film tonight I’ve been planning to see.”

  “Cool, excuse me.”

  I said going through the tall young women as I walked towards the kitchen.

  “Sis are you here?”

  “Shiro? Welcome home, do you need anything?”

  Nanami answered as she looked away to her cooking as I entered the kitchen.

  “Do we have milk? I found a kitten, and I think she’s hurt.”

  I said as I pulled out a thick blanket, from a closet and placed it on the kitchen table and the kitten on top of it.

  “Kitten? Oh. . . she has collar, were did you find her?”

  Sister asked as she lowered the fire of the stew she was cooking, and opened the fridge grabbing a milk bottle.

  “Here’s the milk Shiro.”

  She placed the milk bottle on the table as I went to the side taking out a small bowl.

  “She isn’t dinking it?”

  I said as I filled the bowl with milk and then placed it near the kitten’s lips.

  “Let me.”

  Sister said, as she took out a wash cloth, dipping it in the bowl and then started baby feeding the kitten with cloth.

  “Here Shiro.”

  She said giving me the milk wet wash cloth. . . it took awhile for her to drink it all and fall asleep again.

  “She reminds me of you Shiro.”

  Nanami said as she nuzzled the kitten with her fingers.

  “How so?”

  I asked a little confuse.

  “You where so little back then when. . . when mom and dad died, I needed to take care of you. . . I can’t find your bottle, so I improvised.”

  She said, as the fragmented memories of it came to me, Shiro’s sister taking care of a young Shiro, she was crying in some of those memories.

  I moved and hugged her, she hugged back.

  “I love you sis.”

  Her hold tightened at my word.

  “Love you too Shiro.”

  I broke the hug and then picked up the kitten.

  “I’ll be in my room sis, I still have some homework to do.”

  I left Nanami, as she started humming again continued her cooking.

  Act III

  “You know you should have a name.”

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  I said to the kitten as she laid down on a pillow on top of my workbench.

  I was working on my robe, using vampire spider silk and leather as the base material for the thing.

  It did fantastically with that vampire coven, the vampiric materials made it able to shrug off most conventional attacks. . .

  still I worry it isn’t enough, specially because I can’t test it, Rikka’s true vampire blood gift isn’t offensive at all, and the way she describes those that are actually offensive. . . I’m definitely not ready.

  Now I was trying to add silver scales on it, fish folk scales dipped in silver. . . but it doesn’t work, the silver weakens the inherent durability of the vampiric material, and I’m still looking for spells that could bind them, without weakening each material.

  “How about Shira? Want to be named after me little one?”

  “Purrr~’

  She made cat noises as I gave her light scratches on her neck and behind her little pale ears.

  It made me smile, I’ve had dozens of pets, and it always kept me alive longer every time I had one. . . yeah this world’s peaceful enough I think I can have indulgence like this one.

  I blew out the ring of candles as the fire Imp I was negotiating with using hand gestures as talking to them or hearing there voices could be dangerous so I had it trapped in a silence runed summoning circle.

  “To banish thee~ for I do not ask a bargain~”

  I sang as the hell spawn disappearing in a puff of smoke, being dragged by it’s siblings to one of the rings of hell.

  “Alright let’s go to sleep little one, it’s not good for someone so young to not sleep early.”

  I said to the small kitten as I held and carried her to the top of my head, keeping her there as I walked back to my room.

  “But we do have to make a detour.”

  I said as I walked to the room next to mine, the dungeon I built. . . as I opened the reinforced composite metal door and entered.

  The hall was silent and dark so I switched on the light as I closed the door.

  I looked to see five naked sickly pale women chained to one side of the room.

  “Hunter. . .”

  One spoke her glazed blood red eyes looking into mine, as I challenged her gaze, easily she looked away, her legs shaking, only held in place by the white wood stockade.

  I ignored the terrified girl, as I went to the mini fridge in the room, taking out blood packs bought from the blood bank in the town, placing straws on them as if they where juice pouches.

  I walked towards the first girl, the one who spoke, this one used to be more fun, but I can’t blame her from breaking so easily after the experiments I’ve done.

  “Here V-1 it’s your favorite B positive.”

  I said to her, she was unresponsive so I just grabbed her head and placed the straw into her mouth. . . she didn’t resist, as she obediently started sucking blood.

  “You have our fangs. . . you had your ‘experiments’. . . why keep us alive?”

  The one who spoke used to be there leader, now she’s just the one that can still speak normally. . . mostly normal I guess.

  I didn’t answer immediately as I pulled away the drink from V-1 and forced her mouth open, looking at her teeth and the still missing fangs. . . it was disappointing learning only nobles can regrow there fangs.

  I closed it after my check, I’ll dissect her again later, when I don’t feel lazy, it was fun learning that lower cast vampires can survive being dissected if you give them enough blood.

  It was annoying that they have there version of going to shock, and fainting, I needed to make sleepless headbands so I can dissect and study there pain tolerance.

  “Yes I have your fangs V-5, yes I’ve done some experiments, but I haven’t done everything I want to you girls, don’t worry though, I know how to use memory wipes, so after this week we can reset again and I can study more of your psychology.”

  I said as she dumbly look up at me, as I smiled at her as she cringed her body trying to break free again, as her nails turned to claws and I started moving towards her sheers being summoned on my hand.

  “Snip, snip, snip. . . you know your claws are in demand? Yeah, the noble ladies in a far a way realm love your claws, the gnome I sell them too, makes them into adorable hairpins and brooches.”

  “Hunter. . . you humans call us monsters. . . does your princess know?. . .”

  She asked as she kept struggling her hands bleeding I took more than her nails in the last few clips.

  “She doesn’t want to know. . . and that’s why I kept this room locked, you have killed enough humans vampire.”

  “You hunters killed thousands of us!”

  She yelled, as tried breaking free of the white maple chains, keeping her arms above her head spread wide.

  “Slap!. . .”

  My hand moved quickly, swiping at her cheek.

  “And you’ve drank from hundreds. . . you alone, had drank from hundreds. . . now drink, or I’ll starve you again.”

  I said, as I placed the straw of a fresh blood pack into her fangless mouth, her eyes still with that defiant light. . . losing as she bowed and drank from the pack.

  “Meow~”

  Shira meowed on my head.

  “It is fine Shira, you can go back to sleep.”

  I said rubbing her neck, cowing her to sleep.

  I continued feeding the vampires, as I looked at them, they used to be scarred, which according to Rikka was normal, as lesser vampires only heals like humans do, just much faster.

  So I used some elven healing, and there as clean as when they where born.

  I looked down and saw my pants bulging, as I looked at the blood sucking monsters. . . I shrugged, I wasn’t planning to enjoy them yet, my body still developing, if I practice any sex magic.

  It might ruin my new body, or get it addicted which isn’t good, something I’m trying to avoid, plus if I lose control now I might not be able to summon succubae later.

  Act IV

  I felt heavy as I opened my eyes.

  “Huh?”

  I said confused as I saw a small girl sleeping on my lap.

  “Ahh~ Morning Shiro. . . who’s your little friend?”

  I looked back and saw my sister laying on my bed, I remember her coming to visit Shira last night. . . We must have fallen asleep playing with her.

  I looked around, she isn’t here.

  “Hmm~ brother~”

  The girl purred, as she started licking my cheek. . . the girl, had the same belled collar, her white, with cat ears. . . and a white furred tail.

  “Shira?”

  I said as I stood up, and carried the small girl up with me, letting her dangle in the air.

  “Oh it is Shira! Good Morning, you must feel better, Shiro take her with us I’ll prepare some breakfast.”

  Big sis Nanami called, as she patted herself before leaving the room.

  “I wonder if your a Yokai or some kind of werecat.”

  I asked myself as I carried the purring and clingy cat girl.

  We where in the kitchen the table at our stomach my chair unable to prevent me from touching the floor.

  “Here you go, some baked bonito stuffed taters.”

  Two plates where placed in front of us.

  “Bonito!”

  Shira ate excitedly and hungrily as she stuffed her face with baked potato stuffed with dried tuna.

  “You really can’t remember where your from Shira?”

  “Hmmm. . .nuh~”

  She looked thoughtful for a few seconds before shaking her head. I guess I might need to summon some trackers. I thought as I bit into my own food, it was good a bit to much salt from the bonito though.

  “You can stay here Shira, atleast until Shiro finds your home.”

  Sister started as she stirred the stew for lunch, chopping ingredients and picking herbs from the dry rack.

  “I’m sure the mistress will let you stay.”

  “Hmm~ Mistress~”

  Shira purred out as she ate her second stuffed tater.

  “Yes the mistress is the kindest lady I know, I have no doubt she’ll take you in Shira~”

  My sister chimed as she started marinating cuts of pork.

  “Kind is a strong word sister.”

  I said as I finished my own tater. . . wish I had cheese.

  “Hungry! Nanami make me breakfast!”

  Lizel entered with Helen, Lizel wearing her cargo pants and tight black top, while Helen was still wearing her night wear, a kind of bleach white form fitting wrapped robe.

  “I as well want a meal Nanami.”

  They both sat down in front of me.

  “Why is there a girl from the cat race here!”

  Lizel immediately blew up, her face hiding nothing but anger against the cowering girl clutching my arm, making me feel her soft furred ears and tail.

  “Easy there Lizel, I found her hurt and weak, were keeping her, until she remembers where she’s from.”

  I said holding my hand against Lizel, she can be animal sometimes, and I don’t want to find out if this was another blood feud against races.

  “I don’t care! Let her go Shiro! our kind had never got along! There all cunning harlots at there core!”

  “Calm down Lizel, I found her, she is my responsibility.”

  With that Lizel calm down sitting back to her chair as Helen giggled.

  “Fine, do what you want Shiro.”

  “Lizel, I never knew you where so easy. Hehe~”

  Helen said as she giggled at the drama.

  “Tump! Why you!”

  Lizel started punching Helen as Heled started blocking her by striking at her wrist, deflecting the punches.

  “Girls stop the horse play, your meals are ready.”

  Sister said as she placed down four bowls of the stuffed taters as the two girls stopped play fighting and started eating.

  “So good~”

  Lizel said as she ate and drank stew.

  “Quite~ I love this world~”

  Helen complemented the food as well eating as much as Lizel. . . I might need to check on her later, just to make sure her Hercules gene is stable, there was reason the Spartans ancestors were known for there wrath.