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The Soft, gentle sound of Raindrops hitting the top of an umbrella was all Roak could hear. The light pounding brought peace to him, and it was one of the reasons he liked to walk out in the rain. Not a lot of people are out in the rain, and that's what makes him like it the most. The peace and quiet. Right now, the streets were absolutely deserted. Roak's chest lifted softly as he took in a heavy breath of scent and moisture. How he loved it when it rained. It's his favorite thing. The sound of his feet meeting water was just barely audible within the whole mess of water. He'd been out here for an hour now, and was heading home. It was just as he rounded a bend that he decided he'd take the Shortcut home that night. No idea why, and with what happens next it's most likely to have changed his life forever.

His feet made odd squelching noises as he walked through the mud of the unpaved roads down the Back alley leading to his house. He lived alone, both parents dead leaving him their house to himself. He sucked in another deep breath of air, this time to sigh. As he walked though, he could have sworn he had heard a cat meow. Then, a soft Bang. He turned to face the nearest garbage can, and it's lid was now laying on the side of the can. Underneath the lid in the Blackness he saw two yellow eyes, full of fear and dread. Frowning, Roak turned and walked over to it, watching the eyes dart into the blackness. He leaned down to examine the thing.

"Poor thing. Did you get caught out in the rain as well? Or did someone throw you out to suffer?" He asked suddenly, remembering the time his father had forced him to sleep in the snow. Putting the umbrella directly above both him and the cat by propping it up onto the side of the garbage can, he lifted the can lid off the side of the Garbage can to get a better look at it. It was soaked, trembling, and looked as if it was trying to sink into the ground. Frowning, he picked up the scared shitless cat and looked it in the eyes. It looked as if someone had just beaten it, it was so upset. Well, he thought, it was probably because you picked it up. Oh well, can't go back on it now. "Do you have a place to stay? Doesn't look like you do. Oh well. You can come stay with me." He said finally, unzipping his sweater and putting the trembling cat inside to warm it up. He instantly felt the downside to that, because the water trickled down the inside of his shirt. oh well, he'd have to suck it up.

Zipping his sweater back up, he stood up once more and re grabbed his umbrella at the same time. Slowly and carefully, he continued his walk home.

Roak winced, this damn thing was clingy now wasn't it? He chuckled, getting a better grip on the thing with his left hand. He continued to walk lightly, and shivered once from the sudden invasion of water into his clothing. It wasn't before long that they reached his house, and he opened the door rather roughly seeing as he had fumbled with his keys and it had made him frustrated. Flipping the switch, the light flashed on to reveal a nice, one roomed Base floor with a Japanese style living room. He closed him umbrella, walked over to the couch an unzipped his sweater. Pulling out the cat he place it onto the couch and covered it in blankets. Sighing he leaned down and looked at it softly.

"Hold on, let me get a towel so I can dry both you and I off. Okay? Stay here." he said finally. He walked over to the closet at the end of the room, right next to the stairs leading up to the next floor. It opened when he twisted the handle with a slight creaking noise. Roak pulled out the nearest towel, shut the door quietly this time, and walked back over to the couch. slowly he began to work. He pulled off his sweater, then his shirt. His abs glinted softly with water as he began to wipe himself off. After he was done, he took to tending the Cat. He did it rather carefully, knowing that the thing was probably freezing to death. He gently rubbed it, and after a while, the cat was dry. He replaced the cat back into the blankets and tossed the towel onto the floor. He didn't really care about that right now.

"There, see now? That wasn't so bad now was it." He said with a slight smile on his face.

Roak smirked at the cat, sighing lightly he put his hand down and scratched him lightly behind the ears.

"There you go. See? I'm not going to hurt you. Well, I should be getting to sleep. Want to come with? Here." Gently he lifted the bundle of blankets and walked towards the stairs. Careful not to drop it, he walked through a hall and past three doors until he finally reached his room. His room was moderately sized, and he placed the cat at the end of his bed. Slowly he pulled of his pants and was left in his Boxers. He sat onto his bed an stroked the cats head a couple of times before turning and walking over to the door to close it. After it was closed he sat down once more.

"Time for bed, eh?" He said quietly as he continued to pet him.

Roak squirmed lightly, the light from the Morning sun pouring in through his window directly onto his face. He took a deep breath, and refused to open his eyes. He was too comfortable. His breathing was deep and content. For some odd reason, he felt as though the bed's weight was a little off. Then he remembered; the cat. Was it still there? It had to be, since the weight was off. But he'd distinctly remembered the thing to be small. The thing making his bed tilt slightly wasn't that small. No, it couldn't have been. Gently he opened his eyes, let out a grunt of surprise from the light rays splashing into them, and sat up groggily. It could just be his imagination, he was still really tired. rubbing his eyes with the back of his left hand, he opened them and what he saw startled the living s**t outta him. Not a cat, but a human-cat thing. it was covered in bruises, and it looked as if it was sleeping contently. But Roak couldn't help it. He let out a yelp, then, "Holy ******** s**t what the hell? You have to be shittin me!" He yelled almost at the top of his longs, which was pretty damn loud.

He sat with a shocked expression on his face, mouth a gape. "What the..." He sat there for what seemed like forever, and then suddenly stood up to go after the thing. It looked like it was beaten on a regular basis, and something told him the poor cat had gone through some pretty rough stuff... or maybe.. the cat-man thing anyways... Wow. He was still in shock as he walked down the stairs. Looking in every direction, he searched the house but couldn't find him. Opening the door, he saw the cat sitting facing opposite him. Before the cat could move Roak picked him up gently and walked back into the house closing the door behind him.

"I wont hurt you." He said suddenly, and placed the cat back onto the couch. He waled back upstairs, and turned left upon entering his room and opened the closet doors. There, sitting on top of the rack, was a first aid kit. He'd always had it there, but with hopes he'd never have to use it. Softly he made his way back downstairs. He was in such a shock that he had completely forgotten he was only in hi boxers. oh well, didn't matter now. He walked towards the couch, placed the kit on the table and stared at the cat.

"Come on now, I wont hurt you." He repeated once more.

"Always... the same?" he repeated coolly, and and a look of pity formed on his already Shocked and pained features. Man, was this guy ever injured. "Look. I don't know who did what to you last, and you sure as hell don't look like you're trusting me very much.. but just.. stay still. alright? i WONT hurt you. Gently he took out some disinfecting cream and some bandages. he also grabbed out an Aloe the helped with the pain of bruises. Slowly he walked over to him, opened up the bottle and squeezed some of the greenish liquid into his hand. Taking his forefinger he took some off, and then very slowly he started to rub it onto some of his bruises.

"This will make the pain go away. Give it a couple of seconds, okay?" He said cautiously. he continued to rub in the Aloe as gently as he could, and awaited stiffly the response from this poor thing.

Smirking, Roak chuckled lightly. "We'll have to get you some cloths." Roak said, and examined the cute form of this kid. Man, for a kid so young he did have quite a large member... He shook his head and set off to work. It was hard, getting all the bruises and it took most of the morning to complete, but in the end he had done it. Gently he put the closed bottle down, and grabbed the bandages.

"This will help the stuff to soak in and get the blood vessels back into their normal place." He said lightly, hearing the kid purr was showing him he wasn't afraid anymore. That was a start. "Tell me... why did you say 'used goods'?" He asked suddenly filled with concern. "Look. Here's the deal," He said flatly as he bandaged up his arms lightly, "You're a person. Just like anyone else. You're not 'used' nor are you any sort of 'good'. You are not an item, but a person. Now, What's your name?" He asked suddenly. Getting the name would help the kid realize he was indeed a person. His best friend had said the same thing to him when he came to school sorely beaten by his father, and it had made all the worlds difference to him. It might work on this kid, maybe, and maybe not.