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"Haaah, here we go. Another day of boring school," Hayate muttered. Despite his admittedly lack luster tone, he was grinning happily, pacing along the hallways of the high school. Tapping his foot, he snapped his fingers to a rhythm as he checked his cell phone, frowning. "Last night and this morning...Whys' Twixy keep calling when she knows she's not going to say anything?" He sighed, the screen displaying that he had some thirty new missed calls, all of which were from the same person. "I wonder if it's something serious?" Hayate muttered, pausing outside the door of his afternoon class. He knew from some friends that the catgirl hadn't shown up, and coupled with all the failed calls, he had to ask himself if she was in danger.

Almost as if on cue, the phone rang. Hayate answered with a deft snap. "Yo, Twixy, what's up?" He asked. He waited for a few moments, but no answer came. With a soft sigh, he closed the phone, putting his hand on the door knob. Shaking his head, he turned, running out of the school as he raced to Twixy's house.

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It was roughly thirty minutes before he reached her door, panting and breathing hard. He leaned back, pulling out a pick as he jiggled the door handle. He was surprised to find it already locked, and walked in, quickly.

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Twixy yelped, standing up from where she had been sitting, whimpering slightly as Hayate entered, cupping her hands around her mouth. "Hayate! I'm down here! Hayate!!" Hayate did pause, and Twixy smiled for a moment, but Hayate only kicked off his sneakers, setting them and the socks he was wearing by the door as he ran towards where he knew Twixy's bedroom was. His foot thudded into the ground uncomfortably close to Twixy, the shockwave knocking her to the ground. "Ow...HEY! I'M OVER HERE HAYATE!" Twixy shouted, her heart racing. She glanced around, running to her couch. SHe leapt onto a leg, trying her hardest to climb to the seat as hayate returned, looking extremely confused.

"Where is she? Twixy!" He called one last time. Twixy turned, opening her mouth just in time to see Hayate coming down. She yelped, her claws digging into the fabric as Hayate sat, pulling his cell phone off his belt as he called Twixy. He waited for a few moments; Twixy's cell went off, on the small table next to him. "Damn it...it's times like this I wish she was easier to keep in contact with!" Hayate frowned, scratching at his jaw.

"G-Get...off..." Twixy muttered, coughing. Her claws came out, cutting at Hayate's hips through his pants. "HAYATE! STOP SITTING ON ME!!!" Hayate jumped in surprise, taking several steps away as he glanced back at where he was just sitting, wide-eyed.

"T-Twixy?? Is that you?"

Hayate paused for a moment, before he grinned, lopsidedly. "Hey, Twixy...let's play a little game..." He muttered, giggling as he walked into the kitchen.

"Are you insane Hayate!? Look how short I am! Let's NOT play any games! Hayate! Hayate!!" Twixy whimpered,that smile he'd flashed worrying her more then a little as she looked around, using her claws to climb down.

Before she was even halfway to the floor, Hayate showed back up, carrying a small orb filled with a white substance. "Let's play tag, Twixy! If you lose, I get to eat you!" He shouted, doing his best imitation of a happy purr. Twixy froze, staring up at him in shock. She glanced at his belt, seeing various spices tucked into it, edging away.

"B-But, Hayate! We're friends! Why would you want to eat me?" Hayate smiled, licking his lips as he pulled out a container of salt.

"Oh, I was just wondering how it'd feel to have something alive in my stomach, and then I found you like this. Sorry, but I havn't even had lunch yet, so...try not to hate me, ok?" Twixy stepped back, frozen in fear as her friend, her best friend's hand reached down for her. As his fingers started to close around her, she suddenly snapped out of it, bringing her claws to bear on his fingers, shrieking like a woman possessed, running away holding her ears. "No! This can't be happening!! Hayate!!!" She glanced around, hearing his feet thudding against the ground behind her. She felt herself lifted, Hayate grabbing him by the back of her shirt as she was pulled up, yelling, trying to claw at his finger. "Let me go let me go let me go!!" She sobbed, tears in her eyes as her hand was pinned. She could feel Hayate putting something on her other hand, her face twisted in pain as he worked. "Ow ow ow! Stop bending my arm so much, please!" Hayate didn't seem to be listening. Twixy felt something voluminous encompassing her hand, it being tied at her wrist before Hayate released it. Twixy's stomach went cold when she realized what it was; a large mitten, like the kind they would put on a kitten's paw to keep them from scratching couches. "No no no no, You can't be serious!" Twixy thrashed, trying to make him lose his grip, not caring about the fall. She screeched, the other mitten going on her hand as Hayate sat down, licking her back. "N-NO!" Twixy screamed shivering.

"Hey now, it's not like I'm going to hurt you Twixy!" Hayate grinned, petting her on the head. The words managed to calm her down somewhat, though she still sniffled every now and then as Hayate licked a few more times, before he set her on the ground.

"Y-You're gonna take care of me...right Hayate?" She whimpered, staring up at her friend. Hayate didn't respond, smiling down at her as he thought.

"Hey, Twixy, let's play a game. For real this time."

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"Haaah, here we go. Another day of boring school," Hayate muttered. Despite his admittedly lack luster tone, he was grinning happily, pacing along the hallways of the high school. Tapping his foot, he snapped his fingers to a rhythm as he checked his cell phone, frowning. "Last night and this morning...Whys' Twixy keep calling when she knows she's not going to say anything?" He sighed, the screen displaying that he had some thirty new missed calls, all of which were from the same person. "I wonder if it's something serious?" Hayate muttered, pausing outside the door of his afternoon class. He knew from some friends that the catgirl hadn't shown up, and coupled with all the failed calls, he had to ask himself if she was in danger.

Almost as if on cue, the phone rang. Hayate answered with a deft snap. "Yo, Twixy, what's up?" He asked. He waited for a few moments, but no answer came. With a soft sigh, he closed the phone, putting his hand on the door knob. Shaking his head, he turned, running out of the school as he raced to Twixy's house.

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It was roughly thirty minutes before he reached her door, panting and breathing hard. He leaned back, pulling out a pick as he jiggled the door handle. He was surprised to find it already locked, and walked in, quickly.

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Twixy yelped, standing up from where she had been sitting, whimpering slightly as Hayate entered, cupping her hands around her mouth. "Hayate! I'm down here! Hayate!!" Hayate did pause, and Twixy smiled for a moment, but Hayate only kicked off his sneakers, setting them and the socks he was wearing by the door as he ran towards where he knew Twixy's bedroom was. His foot thudded into the ground uncomfortably close to Twixy, the shockwave knocking her to the ground. "Ow...HEY! I'M OVER HERE HAYATE!" Twixy shouted, her heart racing. She glanced around, running to her couch. SHe leapt onto a leg, trying her hardest to climb to the seat as hayate returned, looking extremely confused.

"Where is she? Twixy!" He called one last time. Twixy turned, opening her mouth just in time to see Hayate coming down. She yelped, her claws digging into the fabric as Hayate sat, pulling his cell phone off his belt as he called Twixy. He waited for a few moments; Twixy's cell went off, on the small table next to him. "Damn it...it's times like this I wish she was easier to keep in contact with!" Hayate frowned, scratching at his jaw.

"G-Get...off..." Twixy muttered, coughing. Her claws came out, cutting at Hayate's hips through his pants. "HAYATE! STOP SITTING ON ME!!!" Hayate jumped in surprise, taking several steps away as he glanced back at where he was just sitting, wide-eyed.

"T-Twixy?? Is that you?"

Hayate paused for a moment, before he grinned, lopsidedly. "Hey, Twixy...let's play a little game..." He muttered, giggling as he walked into the kitchen.

"Are you insane Hayate!? Look how short I am! Let's NOT play any games! Hayate! Hayate!!" Twixy whimpered,that smile he'd flashed worrying her more then a little as she looked around, using her claws to climb down.

Before she was even halfway to the floor, Hayate showed back up, carrying a small orb filled with a white substance. "Let's play tag, Twixy! If you lose, I get to eat you!" He shouted, doing his best imitation of a happy purr. Twixy froze, staring up at him in shock. She glanced at his belt, seeing various spices tucked into it, edging away.

"B-But, Hayate! We're friends! Why would you want to eat me?" Hayate smiled, licking his lips as he pulled out a container of salt.

"Oh, I was just wondering how it'd feel to have something alive in my stomach, and then I found you like this. Sorry, but I havn't even had lunch yet, so...try not to hate me, ok?" Twixy stepped back, frozen in fear as her friend, her best friend's hand reached down for her. As his fingers started to close around her, she suddenly snapped out of it, bringing her claws to bear on his fingers, shrieking like a woman possessed, running away holding her ears. "No! This can't be happening!! Hayate!!!" She glanced around, hearing his feet thudding against the ground behind her. She felt herself lifted, Hayate grabbing him by the back of her shirt as she was pulled up, yelling, trying to claw at his finger. "Let me go let me go let me go!!" She sobbed, tears in her eyes as her hand was pinned. She could feel Hayate putting something on her other hand, her face twisted in pain as he worked. "Ow ow ow! Stop bending my arm so much, please!" Hayate didn't seem to be listening. Twixy felt something voluminous encompassing her hand, it being tied at her wrist before Hayate released it. Twixy's stomach went cold when she realized what it was; a large mitten, like the kind they would put on a kitten's paw to keep them from scratching couches. "No no no no, You can't be serious!" Twixy thrashed, trying to make him lose his grip, not caring about the fall. She screeched, the other mitten going on her hand as Hayate sat down, licking her back. "N-NO!" Twixy screamed shivering.

"Hey now, it's not like I'm going to hurt you Twixy!" Hayate grinned, petting her on the head. The words managed to calm her down somewhat, though she still sniffled every now and then as Hayate licked a few more times, before he set her on the ground.

"Y-You're gonna take care of me...right Hayate?" She whimpered, staring up at her friend. Hayate didn't respond, smiling down at her as he thought.

"Hey, Twixy, let's play a game. For real this time."