This time our stop would be to a bigger city—the biggest the feline has been in; the 'capital' as he'd remember—that's where it'll lead us.
Hopping into a caravan that passes by him, he would have also asked the people here for help in disposing of these three bodies,' and maybe they could do it to the others' laying here as well—seeing as they'd manage to be in touch with each other in spite of how he had to convey it—again, we went on an adventure with the feline once more.
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Wandering Cat: Last Chapter
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Located in the center, where royalty and the most noble reside—Lustre, a city regarded as the capital of all the lands that surround it—and without fail, had stood there as one would've known it, for it itself holds' up to its vastness, having built to its full extent with soaring architecture and establishment; truly, in its entirety, it is of the grandest scale in that period of time.
Having set foot in said city, he would've parted with the latter caravan he'd rode here earlier—than the time consumed at the former party.
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For he was already familiar with a road—he'd use his own to go to where 'he' had carried him into—to the road where it'd led to where they'd been for a moment, regardless of how many times it has changed or will change in the upcoming years,' he'll simply follow up on the scent of him that'll stay this way endlessly—make his way to meet up with the cobblestone path of where they've walked in—and all of it will eventually give space to the humble dwelling in front of him.
Tiny—a small, rectangular home made of wood, encircled by large-scale houses—without question, it simply doesn't fit in the background in the slightest.
And Lustre—a city that shifted the most all and all since 'it' had ended—it was unexpected of them how they'd still keep some houses like this.
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If he'd recalled it—it was of the winter season, and having just gotten 'here' they'd put up with such a place rather than to stay out in the cool open air—and small as it may seem, it was honestly fine as long as 'he' was there with him—used it for a couple of days—unexpectedly, those words' had made it an attraction forcibly pushing the feline out of a crowded place.
Thrown out when he tried to get in—he couldn't believe it—why was their little home in the appeal?
Before these people wouldn't even set their sights on it—if that 'guy' was here, surely he wouldn't let it slide—and chase them out of there in a second—if that 'guy' was beside him, surely he wouldn't let his companion chased out of where they'd lodge in—and be of shivering out here without him; but—to the feline who's been stripped of everything he'd known—to the feline who couldn't even do anything for 'those' people he'd come across—to the feline, who's now aware of just how 'useless' he has been—how could he let alone do anything to protect their own home—hence, for the incapable feline—he could only wait outside in the cold.
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As if he'd reached his final; he couldn't stand or walk anymore and somewhat given up—at current, seated here at the benches nearby—usually, when the creak of nightfall came, had he waited a bit longer out here—always, he'd have that 'guy' retrieve him wherever spot he might've fallen asleep in—and when he would wake up then, having laid it out as a prank for him—the feline would've been back at their place in a matter of minutes' as if he'd not gone out at the beginning.
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Even so, if everything were taken aback, back to way before—the feline would've been described to be more of trouble after all, when they'd first met with each other—he wouldn't have listened to a word the 'guy' would utter—he would've too run around all over with 'him' having to catch up to the feline himself; those were how their days' were spent, be it 'there' or in such an unfamiliar setting with just them having the back of one another.
Presently, he couldn't understand why he'd go to such lengths for him—he was still the same as he is—stubborn, troublesome, weak, and an airhead nonetheless certainly—even to the 'guy' no matter how the feline would've acted, to him—he'd not mind him even for a moment; perhaps that had been his reason for how he'd now learned how to compose himself in certain occurrences.
In fact, he too was the reason why they'd hang around lodgings' as this in the first place, rather than carry on their destination all season—to reach what they'd travel for—during winter, where it'll be most unbearable, especially to a creature like him—the 'guy' that hadn't taken once into consideration their financial stability; he would undoubtedly spend without a second thought if it came to the comfort of his company—and the place before him was the first place they'd bought with their hard-earned money.
Though at some point they'd secure themselves rather quickly—he had helped the feline as many times as he'd remembered—even he was of help to him whilst he wasn't here at all, as if it came down all at once—has there been a time where he'd actually been of use to him? Is finding him actually beneficial to the both of them?
Well, it is to the feline—but what about 'him'—to the many times' they'd been together, he hadn't considered what he'd felt whatsoever.
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At his neverending thoughts—the sun had set without the feline's perception; as to what he'd accomplished, he'd just ponder himself at that occasion—surely he was there untouched as to how he'd left himself, and as for the thing he'd waited to happen—accordingly, as he'd expected—it cleared up as soon as dark arrived on them.
How futile it might've been to go here at first, yet—it was the same to how he'd gone by this past months'—having said that, by just entering, he could see how it contrasted to how they'd left it; different areas' had been fixed and renovated, still and all—the furniture were the very same to how he'd remember it—and as such, memories of things' who weren't supposed to come back had suddenly stopped by for him—and honestly, hadn't he been nothing but cleared of his mind since he arrived here?
What was he thinking—was it that table there where'd they'd eaten bought meals'—that corner there who'll be regularly filled to the brim with books' he'd borrowed from somewhere; where'd they'd usually had to read together before he'd returned it—and here on this spot—where they'd just sit and watch onto the falling snow outside; those were remembrance, definitely—howbeit, it hit him—hadn't he known him?—his hair, his eyes—all of it, so why couldn't he remind himself of the faces' of the 'guy' he'd spent those times' with?
As he'd recalled it, his face wasn't a bit down—he had it at all times.' This warm smile of his that was foreign to how he'd appear to be—wasn't that enough to show how happy he was just to be with him?
So, what has gone through him? 'to be of use' what was he thinking; he hadn't needed it—for the 'guy,' who'd be willingly happy to take him as he is—it is of consideration—hadn't they come to be like that at the start?
Though, more or less—as much as he'd known him, now—he just doesn't get him in the least—certainly, a second time—the places' he'd come upon had no clue to where his locations are—but somehow, the feline now knows where the one who'd he'd been looking—the one who he'd searched for—and the one who'd he wanted the most to meet had been all this while.
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To his past self, who'd have strolled anywhere with no prior consciousness, where had you started it at first anyway?
Hadn't you'd forgotten him there as you'd not been in full state—was it somewhere beyond those mountains—no, it is, then much prior to it? Is it somewhere near the water?
Ah, it was much earlier, so, undeniably, it had been somewhere 'there.'
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Having seen what he came here for—a rest would've been sufficient for that time he'd spend to get back here—now, he wanders once again—leaving his used to be home—this time, he's sure where he'll go—but somehow our adventures with him would've required rewinding and the feline would have to go back to where he'd first begun in.