Delinquent Student and his Pet Teacher

He had done it again.

And this time, he was the one to invite it.

A chill went down his spine as he felt Muerte stare at him like this, all weak and pathetic, with his insides still filled with the wolf and his liquid. It wasn’t even that he was cornered into this situation, no, not this time. He had led him into his home knowing fully well in which way this could have ended. And still there he was in his home, looking down at him again with this abhorrent smile of his. Oh, how much Puss hated that smile of his, it never failed to make him feel that adrenaline inducing tingle on the back of his neck. 

Puss was still at the height of his orgasm, taking in the sweet release that he had so desperately craved moments before, he clawed  onto the last clear thought in his mind, while Muerte had seemingly calmed down already, or at least enough to finally stop him from crushing him with his weight. Once again the wolf made him reach his climax and even with all the waves of pleasure still coursing through his body, he knew how much of a mistake this was, a mistake that felt so perfectly right for him right now. 

Muerte’s thumb moved over his stomach, each stroke over his nipples sent sharp sparks through his muscles making him flinch and tremble with the sensation. Those joyful eyes of his looking down as if to mock this embarrassing state he was in.

After the tension in his chest left him, fresh air reached his lungs and the exhilarating feeling reached its peak, for the moment that shame and guilt weren’t present, he felt so deeply alive, but that second didn’t last all that long as the situation surrounding this feeling came back to chase it out of him. 

He tried to swallow the empty nothingness in his mouth, it was dry, too dry from all his gasping and moaning. His eyes rolled in his skull with the thought of how absolutely embarrassingly loud he had been, not only his moaning, but his yelling, the fit that he threw, it all came back to him now. He had been acting so stupidly, all this nonsense, his mind and actions were a mess, all because of– Muerte moved his hips again and he winced, whining harshly as he felt him pull out.

The wolf quite literally pulled him out of his thoughts and now Puss watched him pant heavily in front of him. He seemed to be just as exhausted as he was, Puss could notice a few holes in his school uniform that were undoubtedly from his claws. His shirt collar looked just as dishevelled as the rest of him. Muerte licked over his teeth with much satisfaction when their eyes met. Puss felt as if his heart had just dropped out of his chest with the sudden thumping, he couldn’t bear to look at him like this anymore and both his paws landed on his face. His mind, his feelings, his whole being felt like he had been in such a chaos and the worst thing about this was that the wolf had caught him before he could figure any of this out. He just wanted to sort this out, have clearance with himself, but no matter what he did he was always there. Always being in the way, always hunting him down. Every look at his face now only made the chaos more evident.

As if Muerte had noticed his distraught state, his paw brushed upwards over the feline’s belly and slid underneath the paws on his face to replace them there. The cat’s breath got caught in his throat as he felt a slight warm breeze on his neck shortly followed by the wolf letting his tongue glide over his chin, stopping with his muzzle right above Puss’ mouth. With an ease that drove him mad, Muerte took a hold of the raging storm inside of him, just by lingering over him, his warmth on his lips, catching his breath in his lungs.

Puss couldn’t believe how much he wanted to grab onto his face again, the low humming coming out of his throat made his thoughts disperse into a sweet nothingness.

“Gatito–” 

As if the word had touched his body directly, his husky hull of a voice laced over him and his brain, making his whole body tense up, wishing he’d never take his paw off of his eyes. Then a chime suddenly rings through the room and stops whatever it was that the wolf wanted to say. The melody continued to ring and Puss realised that it was a phone ringing, not his own, that much was sure.

Muerte huffs an annoyed growl and Puss could feel him leave his face, to pick his phone out of his pocket. He didn’t answer it, he just quickly pushed whoever was calling him away and threw it onto the bed. But with that Puss was pulled back into the storm inside of himself again, especially when the warm paw was removed from his face as well. He blinked rapidly to regain his vision, expecting the wolf to look down at him with that same mocking look in him. Instead there was a sudden sweetness in him when he caressed him gently, his stare so weirdly soft. All of it made his stomach feel like it was turning upside down, a tingle he hadn’t felt in years mixing with such intense suspicion. There was no doubt a stark change in his behaviour even when he went back to further lick him up, his tongue slid over his neck just too softly.

Those licks turned into teeth almost pinching his skin quite quickly as the same melody from seconds ago rings again. The gentle play left him in an instant with the well known angry expression of him being back as he got up to grab onto the discarded phone. He was extremely annoyed with it and clearly didn’t want to answer it, but Puss knew that for him a second call like that was probably a sign of urgency, why else would someone even dare to call him. With a tone that reflected his snarling expression perfectly, he answered. 

“What the fuck do you want?!” 

Just a few seconds later a small “Got it” ended the call as abruptly as it came. It didn’t last long at all, he hung up after what must have only been a few words from whoever was on the other side. Puss watched his posture and expression closely to figure out how urgent the call actually was, he adjusted himself, trying to push himself up, but his limbs were still trembling too much to get a good leverage. Frustration started to spread in Muerte’s face, did he have to leave? Did something come up? He felt his chest tighten again with the thought of being left alone after this once again.

Looking as if a heavy pressure spread on his shoulders, Muerte let out a long sigh and leaned back over him, burying his paws into the mattress again as he held himself up. Puss watched the shape of his large torso move with his groans about the circumstances from underneath. He was curious about what was going on, but feared that asking would only lead him to snap at him again. His head flicked away from the sight of the wolf as he noticed that he wanted to hold onto him again, what an absolute ludicrous thought. The embarrassment rushed into his head, his paw landing on his head as if to scratch it away. Then the feeling of the slick liquid inside of him pushing its way out became more apparent. 

The leaking made him squirm once again as he thought about the sheets, his pants, but furthermore just the absolute embarrassing state that he was in. For someone his age and with his experience, he thought, he shouldn’t even be in this humiliating of a state. He reached down to it, hesitating as he didn’t want to stain his paw as well, all of which apparently got the attention of Muerte once again. Puss could feel his breath on the top of his head and twitched as the wolf’s paw made its way back to him, his thumb easily slid underneath his leg, over his hole again, pushing against it as if to plug it closed. The sensation set him ablaze again and he had to sharply inhale with his whole body instantly tensing every muscle. Muerte chuckled above him again, moving the feline's head to look up to him, so he could see that his expression turned back into joy, watching him squirm with his touch and liquids.

“It seems like we’re getting a visitor, mi gatito.”

The words turned Puss stiff and frozen like stone, making his heart sink into the floor or maybe even further below. “Wh-what do you mean?” The look of pure horror Puss gave him seemed to only validate Muerte’s thoughts and made his smile even bigger. The thumb keeping the liquid inside of him pushed one more time before the wolf retreated to tidy himself up. The red eyes never left him, even as he licked his thumb clean. “Better get yourself ready before it's too late.”

He watched the wolf put himself back into his pants and get up as if to get ready for something, throwing a peeking look towards the door. Puss on the other hand hadn’t moved a single muscle, he was too baffled by the sudden expectations of the wolf, sitting there, still leaking.

“You can’t be–” A knock at his door confirmed Muerte’s words.

Puss saw Muerte’s look towards the door and his body heated up with the sudden panic rushing through his veins. He pleaded in his head that he wouldn’t move towards it, he couldn’t be serious about this?! Then the wolf just dips into the kitchen for a second, throwing a dirty towel onto the bed as if it was meant to clean the mess. “That’s all the time you get.”

Muerte vanished around the corner, headed towards the door and panic completely overtook Puss as he scrambled to try and go after him, but his pants sitting around his knees quickly stopped his actions and he fell off the edge of the bed. “W-wait!” His yell reached no-one while he tried to unstuck himself from the unfortunate position he had landed in. As soon as he sat somewhat normal again he quickly shoved the towel between his legs as a means to not further drip onto the floor.

His ears twitched with the sound of the door opening, eyes darted around, but couldn’t see anything from where he sat. A million thoughts rushed through his mind, none of them clear enough to grasp and the panic peaked inside of him, he felt his breath start to stutter until he heard the feminine voice at the door.

“Pu– You!!”

Kitty?! What was she doing here?! 

No, no, no, no, the noises of scuffling forced Puss to move into action, discarding the towel to the side and slipping back into his pants. His head snapped back towards the hallway with the loud thud vibrating through the floor. He ignored his missing shirt and boot and leaped forward only to stop at the door as soon as he saw the scene in front of him. “Kitty?!”

There she stood, on top of the fallen wolf, pointing her knife at him in a threatening manner, face furrowed with anger. The wolf below her only made sarcastic gestures of defeat, his hands held up slightly into the air to show he was unarmed. Clearly laughing at her attempts to threaten him.

“Puss!” Her posture immediately relaxed as she laid eyes on him, her weapon not breaking away from the wolf in the slightest. “Are you okay?!” The question hits him like an arrow to the chest, with everything that had been happening since they last saw each other that question was more loaded then she could know. Still he at least wanted her to think he was fine, he didn’t want her to know, no, no he wouldn’t want her to worry about this he meant. “Yes, yes, I’m… what are you doing here?!” 

Her expression changed back to the hateful snarl, shifting her gaze back to the wolf below her. “You mean, what is he doing here?!” 

Puss’ eyes darted between the two. “He–?!” Remembering the reason why all of this happened, Puss swallowed “He’s just here to…” In his pause the front door slammed close with a kick of the wolf’s hind paw, locking Kitty in here together with them. Kitty’s gaze hadn’t left the wolf even when her eyes shortly shifted to the door, she was fully aware of how dangerous he was and wouldn’t want to underestimate him in the slightest. Muerte once again only replied with a slimy grin on his face. “You wouldn’t want all the neighbours to hear now, would you?”

Puss didn’t trust him with her like that at all, he slowly approached them wanting to get her out of here somehow, he didn’t want her hurt like he had been and wanted to avoid another horrible interaction if he could. Then with the first step towards them Puss could feel the intense guilt swelling up inside of him, the guilt over not contacting her and having left her like that after what happened. The expression on his face makes Kitty soften up and leave the wolf to meet him halfway. She embraced him again in a tight hug and after a moment she examined him, starting with his face and then his neck, realising that there was no collar on him anymore. 

“Puss! What’s happening? Why is he here? Where is the… what did he do to you?!”

Her eyes were begging him to talk as she saw how dishevelled he looked, his pants barely sitting around his waist and he could feel how distressed she was. His fist clenched over his chest as it filled with guilt, no words could justify the situation, no words could justify leaving her alone with all of this for so long, no words strong enough to apologise for his selfish behaviour. He tried to hold onto her, to not let the eye contact break, slowly his head lowered onto her chest.

“So… Miss Softpaws.”

The husky voice snapped Puss quickly out of it and he got distance back between him and Kitty. Muerte had sat himself back up to face them, leaning his elbow onto his knee, almost completely blocking the path through the narrow hallway towards the door behind Kitty. “How might you have gotten here, I wonder.” Still holding tightly onto Puss, she turned towards the wolf and scoffed. “Hah, as if your little watch dogs were enough to keep me locked in!”

The wolf didn’t seem much bothered since he got notified of her arrival, the smile on his face didn’t fade and he gestured further. “And what exactly do you think you’re doing here?”

Feeling her paw grip tightly onto his shoulder, Puss didn’t have a good feeling about the confidence she displayed in front of him, his eyes looked up to meet the wolf, he seemed so sure of himself, pleased even with the whole situation.

“We’re leaving.” Puss’ eyes shot open and he looked back at Kitty. “What…?”

“Oho~?” The wolf gave her a look of astonished curiosity as she turned back to Puss and let her paw stroke over his face. “I can’t leave you here like this, I wanted to get rid of that stupid collar the second he put it on you.” She pressed her forehead onto his for only a short moment and put more emphasis on her next words. “I know what to do now, trust me.”

With uncertainty lingering in him he held onto her paw that was still on his cheek, he knew what she wanted to do, he knew she wanted to help him, but somehow that thought… didn’t feel as comforting as it should.

“Aren’t you getting a little bit too sure of yourself?” Clearly being displeased by their display of affection for each other, the joy in his smile had left the wolf’s face and a slight sneer took its place, he seemed ready to grab one of them by the throat, Puss was sure of it and wanted to pull Kitty back from him. Her stance on the other hand stayed strong and confident, just like he knew her and she pointed her weapon back at Muerte.

“And what about you? Aren’t you getting a bit too murderous for being Mr. ****’s son?” With his red eyes narrowing, Puss could see them glowing a bit different at the mention of the name. “You really shouldn’t be that carefree for someone with so many eyes on him, don’t you think?” The wolf’s posture shifted, stiffened, his eyes switching between her knife and her face as she kept talking. “I wonder what he would say if he found out his own son was the one sabotaging his deals and work relationships.” Her confidence grew with his reaction, her boots inching closer to him and Puss could only feel a large pit suddenly open below him.

Somehow his eyes went up to look at Muerte first, to see his reaction, he didn’t look much different from before, was this really working on him?! He would never just let him–?! Puss saw his red eyes flick towards him for a short moment before Kitty withdrew her knife as if she had already won this over. Slowly, the creeping realisation of what was happening became clearer as he heard her slight laughter. “Hah, not to mention the public outrage it would cause if any of this reached the med–” Puss suddenly reached out to her, stopping her from talking. “No! Are you crazy?!”

Both, Kitty and Muerte, turned towards him in surprise, but he was just as shocked as they were that he had stopped her. “Crazy? Puss, I’m–” His eyes were fixed on Kitty as she stared at him, wondering what the hell was wrong with him right now, but behind her he noticed Muerte’s wide eyed grin piercing through him. That insane look of his gave him such a strong shiver down his spine that he had to break his gaze away from her for a moment as he tried to collect what calm remains he had in himself. “Y-You’d just make yourself his next target, Kitty, I can’t let you do that!” It seemed like he was making another of these damned mistakes, trying to reason to be with the devil himself, yet he truly didn’t want her to be his next target. He didn’t know what Muerte would do with her and that truly terrified him. With the sight of the wolf behind her, who’s grin only grew with every single word that came out of the ginger's mouth, Puss couldn’t focus on her at all. “What are you talking about?! You can’t let him continue doing these things to you!” He watched Muerte out of the corner of his eyes, trying to hold back a strong laughter, his body visibly shook as he tensed before calming down with a loud sigh.

“Alright.”

Both turned their attention to the wolf, Puss' ears pinned flat against his head while Kitty's stood straight up facing Muerte, curiosity making them twitch.

“You want to leave with him?”

He leaned back, further into the hallway, his posture was confusingly lax and unfit for his words. His eyes turned back to the cats in front of him, he just sat there, shrugging his shoulders. “Then take him.” He flicked his smug grin towards Puss, now he was acting as if he had won the situation. Puss immediately knew what was happening. His stomach turned in the worst ways and his throat tightened with the thought of what the wolf was trying to make him do.

“Of course I will.” Her confident words only turned his guts into tight knots and he had to swallow the guilt bubbling up in turn. “ You don’t get a say in this, you murderer!” She grabbed onto his paw as if to leave with him at any moment, his heart started to beat out of his chest. There it was, the moment he had feared to happen.

The fur on his neck started to stand and Muerte had clearly already noticed his state long before Puss himself did. 

The wolf hummed in agreement with her, “I don’t, but surely he does,” his eyes drifted towards Puss as if to point at him and with that all eyes were now on him. Puss felt the world contort around him now that La Muerte had finally given him a choice. 

He was given a choice.

…A choice…

His paw slipped out of Kitty’s, stepping back at the intense pressure that was now on him. With everything that had happened, his mind spun with every single thought about the wolf that he had in the past hours, no days, no weeks. Everything came crashing down on him at once, his eyes flicked up to him again for a short moment and he felt his chest tighten once more. His mind taunting him by repeating how much he hated the wolf, but now? Now…?

“Puss… don’t worry I’ll get you out of this.” She whispered towards him and her loving intentions made him flinch and gasp through his struggles. “Kitty, I–” His words started but he didn’t know where to go with them, the thoughts in his mind breaking into shambles, the immense pressure getting to him a bit too much. “Puss… what’s wrong?” He couldn’t look at her, his eyes tightly shut and he stepped back further. “I… I can explain this, I just…” He didn’t know what to say, but he knew he couldn’t leave. Not after every single wave of intense emotion he had to fight in the last week, not after realising how he had felt about the wolf, not after he got so intensely drunk on the pure rush he gave him. It all held him trapped and stopped him from leaving with her.

“Why don’t we just show her, hm?” 

He opened his eyes and saw Kitty land hard on the floor directly next to him, with the same motion Muerte had already grabbed him and the yell for her name got stuck in his throat. The short struggle in his paw ended quickly and he found himself sitting directly in the wolf’s lap. His bare feet slipped on his pants making them land directly in front of his crotch, through his crossed legs, barely hovering over the ground while his boot found leverage on Muerte’s thigh. Who looked into those shocked emerald eyes and licked his teeth with eagerness. He wasn’t allowed to lay there for long as he was lifted and turned towards Kitty quite quickly. “You want her to know why you can’t leave, right?” 

Puss was now presented to her, his upper body held in place by the wolf’s paw wrapped around him. His eyes landed on Kitty who slowly was able to pick herself up from the ground and his breath hitched as they made eye contact.

As if there was ever a true choice involved in this.

Deep down Puss had his suspicions about Muerte’s behaviour. He had been way too calm, as if he already knew that Puss couldn’t… leave. He lowered his head in shame as he heard the slight chuckle in the canine’s throat. Of course he knew.

And now he would plan to use this to humiliate him again, in front of her? Muerte could feel the tiny cat in his paw shiver as he remembered the last time he was humiliated in front of her. Such an extreme sensation. He remembered how he almost leaned into La Muerte’s paw back then as if he was almost ready, almost begging him to do something horrible to him.

Puss hated that he had felt like that, he truly did.

And now it was happening again.

Puss grit his teeth, he couldn’t let this happen again, not this time, not right here. He clawed slightly into the wolf’s paw and got ready to bite into it when the wolf pushed him into his shoulder, squeezing him tightly onto the wolf and limiting his movement even further.  “Oh, don’t be so shy now, I’m sure she’s noticed already…” With Muerte’s other hand gliding over his stomach, Puss froze for a second, realising what was about to happen. “S-stop! You don’t have to…” He muttered, his paw that was trying to push him away from him landed on the wolf’s throat. He didn’t want to… he couldn’t be serious about… No, the wolf had always been serious with things like this. Puss bit his lip as he gave into the insane rush he felt once again. What a cocktail of shame, guilt and just the immense adrenaline rushing through his veins.

Slowly stroking his claw over the tabby’s belly, it felt like he took his time with what he planned to do, he watched Puss’ expression as he crept towards his pants. 

Puss could only hold his breath as his body tightened. 

Still, he clawed onto the wolf, pleading apologies and curses in his head while the terrible thought in his mind became a reality.

He could hear Kitty’s voice ring sharply in his ears as a dampened yell, the blood rushing through his ears and the terrible ringing in them muted her words almost completely.

Muerte’s claw now pulled at the waistband of his pants slowly dragging them lower and lower.

The pleading in his head slowly became an audible chant, but Muerte didn’t pay it any attention, it must have sounded like a love drunk melody in his mind as he pulled his pants down completely.

He fully exposed him in front of Kitty.

The inside of his pants were now on full display. Every slick and sticky drop of liquid inside out in the open to examine. The sensitive wet spot which still had the wolf’s liquid pour out and ooze further into the completely wet underwear that stuck to his damp fur.

He could still feel himself throb and the liquid squirm inside making its way out no matter how much he tried to keep it inside.

It was all out in the open for Kitty to see.

Puss felt as if he’d been gutted, as if his bloody insides were on display and he wished, he so desperately wished that would be the case instead of what was happening right now. 

Even with Kitty having seen all of him already in the past, every fold and bump, every corner of his body, he still had never felt this embarrassed in front of her as right now. Still underneath all the shame, why oh why, he begged to know, why did he feel so relieved that she would know about this now.

“That is enough !” She leaped at him and with her last word ringing through the air, she stabbed her knife into Muerte’s wristband, who in turn flinched with the sudden pain, letting go of the ginger in his paws.

Immediately she grabbed onto Puss as a means to pull him away from the wolf, who now held onto his own wrist, swearing loudly as he examined the knife still stuck in him. The second they got the wolf’s attention away from them was the one chance they would get, but Puss couldn’t move, he sat still on the ground where he fell. “I’m so sorry Kitty, I…” A loud thud tells Kitty that they spent one precious second too long hesitating, the knife slammed into the wall, while the other hand already moved towards her. Puss flinches to get between them but it was already too late and she was pinned to the ground by the wolf. 

“Listen here, you little shit.” Puss tried to yank at his hand that held her down as he talked, his teeth flashed with the intense snarling coming from him, he was incredibly displeased, of course after being stabbed. “Gatito over there won’t be able to leave with you,” he leaned in closer to her and Puss already feared he might dig his teeth into her. “And you wanna know why?” He scoffed at how she tried to gasp for air under his pressure, letting his other paw caress and push Puss away just slightly to grab her attention with it.

“What he’s too afraid to tell you is that he’s fallen head over heels for me.” The wolf’s head tilted as if to lean into Puss, who he ripped from his panic and pushed into a whirlwind of feelings in an instant, having what he was so afraid to realise being said out loud. Something his whole being had denied for so long and now regretted giving into.

And now Kitty knew.

“And another thing.” his grip loosened up on her, letting her gasp for air for a short moment before he continued to taunt her. “ You trying to blackmail me? How cute.” He laughs and the thought of Puss stopping her made his smile linger again. “I thought you did your research, but Ms. Softpaws… who do you think the media would rather believe? Some stray alley cat, trying to sully my fathers name…” He leaned down as if to whisper into her ear, his teeth so dangerously close to her neck.

“Or the district managers son who was groomed and fucked by his own teacher?” 

Everything went quiet after that, Kitty had stopped her attempts at fleeing from the wolf’s grasp and Puss sat down on the floor. The two cats just stared at each other as they realized that they never had the upper hand with this. She saw how he realized that his whole life and reputation could be ruined if any of this came out anywhere.

“You dirty bastard…” she scowled, still underneath Muerte’s palm. She threw him a furious glare but once again his taunting smile did not back down even a little bit. Her eyes landed on Puss again who seemed to have put himself together again, she could still see his worry, but he seemed more determined then before and urged her to let it go. Another moment passed and she bit her lip. “Fine! I get it…” She relaxes completely as she admits defeat against him, expecting Muerte to now let go of her, but he was far from done with her. “Muy bien, gatita.” He murrs above her, plucking the knife from the wall. “But there is one last thing...” Puss’ ears twitched with the sight of the plucked knife. Muerte spun her knife in his hand, an intense hungry glean spread in his face once again, his hand lifted and the knife was pointing directly at her. Puss flinched as the knife was struck down onto her.

One dull thud and the room was silent again.

Muerte’s chuckle broke the silence after another moment, seeing Puss’ trembling arm raised above hers, shielding her as if Muerte wouldn’t pierce through him all the same. The knife struck into the ground millimetres away from her fur. “You owe me one, Ms Softpaws.”

He retreats after those words, leaving the knife stuck in the ground and the two cats to gasp when the tension leaves their body. For a short moment Muerte kept kneeling next to them, watching their anxious little bodies tremble before he stood up. Puss kept him in the corner of his eyes as he moved over them, wandering back further into Puss’ apartment and away from the front door.

Puss turned back to Kitty and saw her terrified expression, she truly expected to lose her arm right then and there. He saw her paw that, if it could, would have clawed deeply into the ground. Putting his paw over hers to pick it up, he softly petted her cheek to let her return to the present moment, her muscles relaxed and he lifted her paw up to him.

“Kitty… you should go.” 

As she sat up her face lit up with disbelief, looking at him and shaking her head ever so softly. “I can’t… I can’t just leave you like this… with him…” Now it was her grabbing onto his paw in return. Puss worried that this display of affection would anger the wolf again and his eyes nervously wandered over to him again. He stood in the door frame to his bedroom, casually leaning against it with a now lit cigarette. He returned the look with a curious stare then gesturing to him that she was welcome to stay if she wanted to. Puss furiously shook his head back to her “No, no, you should really leave, I don’t know what he’d do to you if you stayed…”

“Puss, I…” She still struggled to comprehend his request, but the shaking of her head slowly ceased as she understood. Her other paw raised as if to slap him, but it just barely touched his cheek instead. “You damned idiot.” Puss knew she would want to curse him out more and only held back, he was sure that she was mad at him for wasting everything she just tried to do, he was sure of it. 

She gripped his cheek tightly and pressed his head against her shoulder to embrace him in a tight hug again. “You damned idiot.” She repeats, letting Puss know she still curses him. He relaxes and so do his worries about her.

“Just talk to me whenever you need it, please.” Puss was careful not to touch her too much on the side visible to the wolf and sighed into her shoulder with the immense relief. “I will. I will make sure of it.” 

And with that she was the one to bring back distance between them before the wolf could make any noises of disapproval again. She turned to the wolf to check his reaction, as if to ask if she was allowed to even touch him like this and Puss followed her gaze. Muerte found both of their faces quite amusing as they stared at him, he took a deep breath and spoke with his exhale. “What? You can stay or leave as you please, I won’t force you to anything.”

Puss immediately caught Kitty’s fist next to her hip that she balled up tightly, ready to go up to him. Puss knew she wanted to yell at him for his insane behaviour and Puss would love nothing else, but still he had to stop her before she could do anything. He could already tell that Muerte would only pull his own knife at the end of that discussion and shook his head to her. He slowly led her towards the door, still holding on to her hand as he did so. 

“Puss… will you be alright…?” 

She asked him before the door opened, he didn’t know how to answer that, he was still unsure himself what would happen as soon as Kitty was gone.

He opened the door for her, with everything uncertain and his mind still in shambles, he did the best he could.

“Well… I’m not going to die at least.”