Who: Bakeneko and Raiden Nakashima What: Creepy neko follows Raiden home from the bakery. When: Monday late afternoon, April 16, 2012 Where: Poseidon Bakery and then Raiden's home
Raiden had been wandering around 9th street when her eyes lit up at the name scrolled across the bakery. She clapped her hands together and squealed before going inside. Poseidon's Bakery. It had all kinds of traditional Greek pastry that the girl hadn't even tried yet. She had been so excited that she hadn't even noticed the bobtail following her in the shadows.
Kumori had slinked out from Pippa's apartment when he'd gotten bored. The place was empty at the moment and there were only so many clothes he could drag out of the closet and roll on. When Pippa returned there would be cat hair all over her prettiest dresses. He didn't like when she left for long days. To a cat it felt like forever. To Kumori he needed more to do. He had an appetite to fill.
He'd followed the little girl because of her familiarity at first. She smelled like home, like the sea. She had an immortal presence about her, but more mortal than it could ever be. He watched her as she excitedly picked dozens of desserts to cram into a tiny box. He lifted a paw to lick, golden eyes still glued to her. When she finally made an exit without a sound he continued his haunt of her shadow until she reached her apartment. She didn't even notice him slink by the door. He was about to pounce when she reached the kitchen but was stopped at the sound of other feet and voices. His eyes narrowed with a mouthed hiss as it approached. He scurried behind the couch.
He'd been all ready to make a snack of Raiden but the new presence, entirely mortal seemed to be the safer option. She was still pretty, with long silky hair. Bakeneko's were fond of pretty women. The mother would be far more perfect. He hunkered behind and under furniture the entire night as Raiden gushed about the pastries. She'd take her father some later now that she knew it was there. The mother said nothing in rebuke to her giddiness over Poseidon. She'd long since had to tune it out knowing he cared nothing for either of them. When the sad woman went to bed Kumori followed, hiding under the shadows of the bed until he could strike. He could nibble on her for days.