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tj_roweTitle: Take Pleasure in the Status Quo
Author: TamerTerra
Rating: PG for the suggestion of a word.
Word Count: 1212
Author's Notes: This was written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
muniyeka in the 1st Annual Winter Challenge over at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
chase_omi Timeline-wise, it could be AU, but it might not be. In either case, it's a day or so after Omi is turned into a cat and Chase begins taking over the world Revelation-style. Warning wise, there's about two lines referring to a previous Chase/OFC thing.
Omi-cat writhed on the warm carpet, loving the way that the fur on his back was itched sideways as he did so. It felt so good that he did it again. He enjoyed the flexibility of his feline spine, too, so he arched right back just because he could. Earlier in the day Chase had been rapidly increasing his dominion over the world while Omi pounced at snowflakes - he had felt guilt at not voicing his objection when he'd been called away, but now it was washed away in the pleasure of the carpet.
Watching from his chair, Chase chuckled quietly, careful not to disturb him. Omi had taken easily to being a pet and - amongst assurances of his not choosing to be in the position - seemed to be enjoying himself. And the loud purrs emitted whenever he saw Chase coming didn't do anything to support the protests made when discovered as such.
Tearing his eyes away from the purring cat - for Omi had not become a kitten or cub when Changed, but, like in his human form, merely had a deceptively small appearance - Chase prepared a tray on the table by his knee. Omi rolled over to watch when he heard the chink of china against china, but he paid more attention to his master than the tray being worked on.
Chase noticed with a little regret when Omi stopped playing, but beckoned him over now that he had the chance. He sometimes had the vague idea of continuing to seduce Omi's whole self - not just his loyalty - to the Heylin side now that he was here, but he knew that he never thought of that plan when scratching the side of the boy's ear as he was now.
"How would you like to return to your human form for a while?" the overlord asked.
Omi jerked back and regarded him suspiciously (but still purring). "Why?" he asked, rather than answer the question directly.
Chase smiled as warm a smile as he could manage. "Tonight is for celebrating! And you deserve a treat, for making it all happen." Hearing the way that his words squashed Omi's purrs to nothing, he amended them. "And it's Christmas."
If it was possible, the addition made Omi even sadder. "Not only have I caused a thousand years of darkness, I have ruined Christmas!" he wailed.
Almost despairing, Chase reached over to rub behind Omi's ear. Cats can't generally cry, but this one was endeavouring to sob and purr at the same time, creating a spectacle that any onlooker (if sufficiently hard-hearted) would laugh at. Chase tried to stop it as well as he could, but 'as well as he could' wasn't a very good effort. It had been centuries since he'd had to deal with crying, after all - and these weren't the just-for-show tears of a 15th century ex-maiden knowing that she'd done something improper.
"There's nothing you can do about it now," Chase murmured, using the same words as he had then, for the moment, and resolving not to remind Omi of the consequences of his choice until necessary. He abruptly took his hand away from Omi's ear and flicked his wrist.
Omi looked up in curiosity, and then found that he was changing back to his human form. It wasn't a showy affair, apart from the glowing - he wouldn't have noticed if he hadn't looked up to see his level of vision rise from that of Chase's calf to that of the mugs on the table.
"What are these?" he asked when he saw them.
Chase showed his teeth in an imitation of a smile. "Hot chocolate. Would you like some?"
"No, thank you. I'm..." Chase's teeth disappeared, indicating that this was the wrong answer. "Or... yes?" The teeth reappeared, but it wasn't really an improvement on Chase's looks. Picking up the hot mug, Omi leaned over to sniff the contents. It smelled like chocolate, but he wasn't sure that a heated bar of chocolate would be that liquidy even if it melted. Deciding to trust that Chase wouldn't poison him, he took a cautious sip. It tasted good, but when he took a larger gulp it burned all the way down his throat.
"Sit down," Chase suggested, being very careful that his voice did not order as it was accustomed to doing. An armchair drew itself up beside Chase's. Omi looked at the level of the chair, carefully put the mug back on the table, hoisted himself onto the seat and picked the mug back up again. Chase nodded, pleased, and picked up the other mug.
"It's quiet," Omi said after a moment, commenting on the loss of his superior feline hearing.
Chase misinterpreted the remark. "There is a radio over there," he said, pointing to an old-fashioned but magic-enhanced transistor radio on the other side of the room. Omi shrugged, put his mug on the table again, slid off the chair, and wandered over to it. It had more dials and less buttons than anything that Kimiko had let him touch, but there was one prominent switch that might be a means to activate it...
Chase remembered to warn him of something - too late: "Be careful - the last time it was used was when I caught Spicer in here. It may-" But Omi had already flipped the switch, and was almost thrown backward by the amplitude of sound that resulted.
"You do your best to show real love, but you don't know what love is!" a woman's voice shouted, far too loud for the room. Chase's eyes widened, and he used his powers to nudge the reception into static, and the volume to low, succeeding just after she asked, earnestly, if he was listening.
Omi frowned, and twiddled the dial until some cheesy Christmas music emerged. Chase winced at the choice, but didn't comment. It was better than whoever the first voice had been trying to rub salt in his wounds.
The rest of the night went fairly quietly, both watching the other while pretending to watch the fire. Omi relaxed as the night went on, pushing his guilty thoughts to the back of his mind where they would allow him to enjoy the present even if they did more damage there in the long term. Perhaps it isn't so bad being trapped here, he caught himself thinking as he watched, getting sleepier by the minute.
He had greedily finished his Hot Chocolate as soon as it was cool enough to do so, but Chase's mug managed to keep steaming until the room was lit by mere glowing coals and Chase had made the decision to retire for the night. It was lucky that Omi had put his mug down as soon as he had finished it, because he found himself in cat form as soon as the decision had been made.
What?! he thought, but was just drowsy enough that the Change didn't bother him very much; he just curled up and went to sleep on the chair, barely acknowledging Chase's 'goodnight' rub of his ears.
Tomorrow would be another long day that he didn't want to think about.
Author: TamerTerra
Rating: PG for the suggestion of a word.
Word Count: 1212
Author's Notes: This was written for
muniyeka in the 1st Annual Winter Challenge over at chase_omi Timeline-wise, it could be AU, but it might not be. In either case, it's a day or so after Omi is turned into a cat and Chase begins taking over the world Revelation-style. Warning wise, there's about two lines referring to a previous Chase/OFC thing.Omi-cat writhed on the warm carpet, loving the way that the fur on his back was itched sideways as he did so. It felt so good that he did it again. He enjoyed the flexibility of his feline spine, too, so he arched right back just because he could. Earlier in the day Chase had been rapidly increasing his dominion over the world while Omi pounced at snowflakes - he had felt guilt at not voicing his objection when he'd been called away, but now it was washed away in the pleasure of the carpet.
Watching from his chair, Chase chuckled quietly, careful not to disturb him. Omi had taken easily to being a pet and - amongst assurances of his not choosing to be in the position - seemed to be enjoying himself. And the loud purrs emitted whenever he saw Chase coming didn't do anything to support the protests made when discovered as such.
Tearing his eyes away from the purring cat - for Omi had not become a kitten or cub when Changed, but, like in his human form, merely had a deceptively small appearance - Chase prepared a tray on the table by his knee. Omi rolled over to watch when he heard the chink of china against china, but he paid more attention to his master than the tray being worked on.
Chase noticed with a little regret when Omi stopped playing, but beckoned him over now that he had the chance. He sometimes had the vague idea of continuing to seduce Omi's whole self - not just his loyalty - to the Heylin side now that he was here, but he knew that he never thought of that plan when scratching the side of the boy's ear as he was now.
"How would you like to return to your human form for a while?" the overlord asked.
Omi jerked back and regarded him suspiciously (but still purring). "Why?" he asked, rather than answer the question directly.
Chase smiled as warm a smile as he could manage. "Tonight is for celebrating! And you deserve a treat, for making it all happen." Hearing the way that his words squashed Omi's purrs to nothing, he amended them. "And it's Christmas."
If it was possible, the addition made Omi even sadder. "Not only have I caused a thousand years of darkness, I have ruined Christmas!" he wailed.
Almost despairing, Chase reached over to rub behind Omi's ear. Cats can't generally cry, but this one was endeavouring to sob and purr at the same time, creating a spectacle that any onlooker (if sufficiently hard-hearted) would laugh at. Chase tried to stop it as well as he could, but 'as well as he could' wasn't a very good effort. It had been centuries since he'd had to deal with crying, after all - and these weren't the just-for-show tears of a 15th century ex-maiden knowing that she'd done something improper.
"There's nothing you can do about it now," Chase murmured, using the same words as he had then, for the moment, and resolving not to remind Omi of the consequences of his choice until necessary. He abruptly took his hand away from Omi's ear and flicked his wrist.
Omi looked up in curiosity, and then found that he was changing back to his human form. It wasn't a showy affair, apart from the glowing - he wouldn't have noticed if he hadn't looked up to see his level of vision rise from that of Chase's calf to that of the mugs on the table.
"What are these?" he asked when he saw them.
Chase showed his teeth in an imitation of a smile. "Hot chocolate. Would you like some?"
"No, thank you. I'm..." Chase's teeth disappeared, indicating that this was the wrong answer. "Or... yes?" The teeth reappeared, but it wasn't really an improvement on Chase's looks. Picking up the hot mug, Omi leaned over to sniff the contents. It smelled like chocolate, but he wasn't sure that a heated bar of chocolate would be that liquidy even if it melted. Deciding to trust that Chase wouldn't poison him, he took a cautious sip. It tasted good, but when he took a larger gulp it burned all the way down his throat.
"Sit down," Chase suggested, being very careful that his voice did not order as it was accustomed to doing. An armchair drew itself up beside Chase's. Omi looked at the level of the chair, carefully put the mug back on the table, hoisted himself onto the seat and picked the mug back up again. Chase nodded, pleased, and picked up the other mug.
"It's quiet," Omi said after a moment, commenting on the loss of his superior feline hearing.
Chase misinterpreted the remark. "There is a radio over there," he said, pointing to an old-fashioned but magic-enhanced transistor radio on the other side of the room. Omi shrugged, put his mug on the table again, slid off the chair, and wandered over to it. It had more dials and less buttons than anything that Kimiko had let him touch, but there was one prominent switch that might be a means to activate it...
Chase remembered to warn him of something - too late: "Be careful - the last time it was used was when I caught Spicer in here. It may-" But Omi had already flipped the switch, and was almost thrown backward by the amplitude of sound that resulted.
"You do your best to show real love, but you don't know what love is!" a woman's voice shouted, far too loud for the room. Chase's eyes widened, and he used his powers to nudge the reception into static, and the volume to low, succeeding just after she asked, earnestly, if he was listening.
Omi frowned, and twiddled the dial until some cheesy Christmas music emerged. Chase winced at the choice, but didn't comment. It was better than whoever the first voice had been trying to rub salt in his wounds.
The rest of the night went fairly quietly, both watching the other while pretending to watch the fire. Omi relaxed as the night went on, pushing his guilty thoughts to the back of his mind where they would allow him to enjoy the present even if they did more damage there in the long term. Perhaps it isn't so bad being trapped here, he caught himself thinking as he watched, getting sleepier by the minute.
He had greedily finished his Hot Chocolate as soon as it was cool enough to do so, but Chase's mug managed to keep steaming until the room was lit by mere glowing coals and Chase had made the decision to retire for the night. It was lucky that Omi had put his mug down as soon as he had finished it, because he found himself in cat form as soon as the decision had been made.
What?! he thought, but was just drowsy enough that the Change didn't bother him very much; he just curled up and went to sleep on the chair, barely acknowledging Chase's 'goodnight' rub of his ears.
Tomorrow would be another long day that he didn't want to think about.
