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Yasratcha stared at the shinsu made sky on the floor where the cat tower resided.
He was bleeding from several areas, all of them aching and swollen.
Yama gave him a beating, and he deserved it after what he did to Nen-Nen, Yama's birth mother. How he abandoned them all for the sake of his obsession with Nen-Nen's lover and the Baylord brothers’ father- WangWang.
“This is what you deserve Yasratcha.” Yama’s voice was deep, gravely and stern as he spoke. “For what you did to our father.” Doom stood at the side, his head bowed, face with casted shadows.
The cat ranker chuckled- choking, his airway blocked with thick blood, heaving as his lungs tried to get air.
“You really- cough cough-” Blood splattered from his mouth, trickling down the corners of his once delectable lips- cracked and red with blood. His age caught up to him at that moment but he somehow still seemed so beautiful.
His long blue hair, stained with his blood, looking at the irony of his life, staring at the endless shinsu sky of this floor, registering Yama’s voice and feeling the burning tears in his eyes.
“You really… have… no idea- no idea- how I loved your father!”
The beast kin cat held his grievance close to his heart, dying anger clogging his throat.
He was the one, that damn dog, Yasratcha loved since they decided to go up the tower together. The one he couldn't- wouldn't forget about even as WangWang left him- abandoned him and got himself a master. WangWang’s only dream was to be a loyal dog to the end spelling his Fatale.
He was the one Yasratcha’s heart ached for as he tried to keep him forever when they travelled up the tower as regulars and the one who wouldn't even try to change for the cat ranker even after hundreds of years of being together…. the two of them.
For a dog who was so loyal to his master, Yasratcha only wished WangWang could have been loyal to him, then they could adopt- maybe- have babies and build a pack as WangWang wanted.
At the thought, Yaratcha’s grieving eyes softened his heart-melting into boiling liquid at what could have been.
It never happened.
The jealousy of the past that grabbed- squeezed and tore at Yasratcha's heart when he first saw how Wangnang looked at Nen-Nen, was simply indescribable. The cat could only grit his teeth and watch as the two fell for each other, his whole being just a remnant of the past, an object that Nen-Nen and WangWang looked past, a bitter smile on his lips.
His mind swam, recalling things he wanted to forget… his post-death memories.
The cat remembered how he longed for that look to be pointed at himself from that man, he couldn't stop himself from wanting to leave Nen-Nen and her kids behind while he had Wangnang all to himself, like those days of going up the tower.
That couldn't happen could it for WangWang is already dead, since long- long long ago.
WangWang’s last wish was not for his lover- she was already dead then- nor for only his kids, but for all beast kin to survive in exchange for his own life- including Yasratcha- then, one could see the dog's instinct to serve his master all the more clearly.
Yasratcha gazed at Yama through his barely-opened blurry eyes, the Baylord son resembled his mother, the one Yasratcha deceived and left for dead- not possessing any of his father’s needs to be together with others nor his facial features- a lonely dog. At that thought, the cat sighed in relief, there was no way he could look on at Yama if he looked like his unrequited loved dog.
But…. the cat ranker wanted to see him one more time.
And even now-
Why couldn’t that damn dog simply love him back?
Was it because Yasratcha was a man- a cat? The answer to his question was lost in the sea of the dead.
Tears poured from the cat’s eyes, since when had he cried like this- from when he was being experimented on at the workshop- when WangWang first abandoned him- or was it when he saw the leaps and bounds WangWang would go to for simply obeying what Traumerei ordered him to.
Why couldn’t that dog love him back?
Don't get it wrong, Wangnang always told Yasratcha of his desire for a master and a pack but was it so hard to abandon those ideals and simply live for the cat, a cat that was desperate for the love of his natural enemy.
How could death- the death of WangWang- cause Yasratcha’s -hundreds of years- of obsession to simply dissipate, how could he easily forget this pain, the pain of loving another man for so long.
How could WangWang ask Yasratcha something so cruel as that for his last wish?
Of course, as we all know, Yasratcha was a selfish, greedy cat coveting the love of a pair who already started their beautiful family…. That was how he betrayed the Baylord sons, WangWang’s wife and lied to the family head; jealousy… greed… envy… obsession… never-ending sadness.
All under the pretence that he could set WangWang free from the leash around his neck, to hold him and travel across the tower with their love, to reign and bring satiety to the obsession, jealousy and anger in his heart.
For a man about to die, he felt really animated.
Remembering about a dead man, his lover, their history while he was supposed to be dying by said dead man’s children.
Yasratcha although reaching this point in his life… still felt that there was no way for him to care about WangWang’s lover and children, and through all the years of life, he could only gaze at his sullied hands that WangWang told him to stab him with, to release his obsession with his death.
The tears were dried and crusted on his face, his body losing its lifeforce and his blood painted lips drew in a sad smile his eyes closing, welcoming death for his tired soul. Yasratcha felt it was fate, karma in return for loving a taken man in this tower.
Overall, he learnt that God really had no pity for those living in this tower. For as he was turned away by the God that was said to be merciful and fulfilling, the cat had to go in search of the devil.