DARLING LOOK AT ME

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sleeping with his body curled around a pillow, dmitri could feel the old aches in his muscles as he started to stir. the only reason that he was even beginning to wake up at this moment was because of the feline that was rubbing her face against his, tickling his nose and creating the sensation that the fighter had sneeze. he reached over, with his eyes closed, to stroke the small kitten before lightly pushing it away and proceeded to roll onto his back and opened his eyes one at a time. the light was shining through the window, dmitri had asked one of the female coaches to open the gym for him so that he could rest before the intense work out session that he gave each week. he felt age beginning to creep up on him sometimes, even though he was only in his mid-twenties, sometimes he felt older. the kitten rived for more attention, stepping onto his bare chest and sitting down, staring at dmitri while dmitri blankly stared back. this cat was just like it’s mother, the human mother—annoying, persistent and quite hard to resist sometimes. giving a shake of his head, he once again pushed the cat away from his line of vision and scooted out of bed in order to get ready for the day. ”you always beat the alarm clock..”, he commented, reaching for the device and shutting it off as it was no longer needed. the cat needed to be fed and dmitri knew that, he knew the routine that the kitten had and when he chose to sleep in, the cat decided to not let him. the cat had been part of his life for at least a year, maybe longer and he knew it was imperative that he kept her alive. paisley would make the attempt to destroy him if something happened to their kitten. he shook his head to that thought. there was no their and he had to remind himself of that. she was just a kid, an immature, angry, untamed child that he could not even begin to change and really, dmitri wouldn’t want to change her. he kept using the ‘age’ thing as an excuse as she had been eighteen at the time when they met but now she was twenty one and just breathtakingly gorgeous and completely infuriating still. her appearance might have aged but dmitri still felt like she was an infant when it came to her personality.

dmitri noticed a strange moment with the cat as it slightly wobbled to the left as she made her way to the, now, full food bowl but dmitri chalked it up to age. the cat was at least a year old, wasn’t that how long they lived for? he really had no idea but he did not know that he needed to get downstairs to his place of work and actually earn his keep. pulling a tight shirt over his head that outlined his muscles, he grabbed for a pair of shorts and quickly ran a brush through his hair before making his way down the steps, two at a time. he entered the gym after a small hallway and jumped right into the thick of the action that was happening. girls surrounded him, as always. his gym was a hot bed of good looking woman looking to change their bodies, improve their stamina or as he had noticed, join his personal classes and barely do anything. he also noticed a small influx of males in his gym today but dmitri could easily guess why that was with the flock of beautiful woman and the good looking female coaches that he had hired. but dmitri had hired them on their merits, not on their appearance. he was judgemental but not when it came to personality. stepping over to the punching bags, he watched the form and even corrected a few of the patrons before continuing to the ring where his class would be taking place. he rolled into the middle of the ring and smirked to the small gathering males that had signed up for this. he had to admit that this was the better kind of class to teach because he was never ogled, he was not distracted, dmitri just had to speak and pass on the russian fighting technique that he had learned on the streets and then in the gym. a good hour passed and dmitri was able to work up a sweat as he dodged, kicked and punched at his opponents. he spoke while doing so, explaining each move that he was doing and before long, the class was over. dmitri called out to one of the coaches that he was going to do a few laps, not knowing it was exactly what paisley was doing at that very moment. this was his cool down period and then he would run up and take a shower. it had been a work out for sure, he was proud of how far the boys had gotten and was even more proud that two of them were able to knock dmitri onto his back before he reciprocated the action. dmitri reminded them to never let the thought of winning distract them because that is when they would lose and that proved to be right when dmitri’s own feet swept theirs out from under them. he had to admit that his back ached a little due to the hard ground and his legs, lactic acid pooling in his muscles but he pushed on and proceeded to run two fast laps and then a cool down one.

dapping his face with a towel as he entered the main gym, dmitri shook his head as one of the head coaches made a comment about him smelling, ”that’s how you know it’s been a good work out…”, he commented before gesturing to the door leading into his apartment, ”but i’m going to go shower, i’ll be back to help with the next class in a few.”. he got the approval, not that he really needed it, and made his way into the apartment. the most alarming thing was the fact that the cat did not greet him as she usually did. he furrowed his brows and began to click his tongue, calling for her. he heard a troubled meow and walked into the bedroom to find laying on her side, an unusual thing for the cat to be doing. she liked to lay in a ball, she liked to cuddle into his pillow when he was gone. dmitri guessed that she could not even make it that far. raising an eyebrow, he dropped his gym bag and the towel to the floor and walked over to the bed, ”oh no..”, he breathed out as he rummaged around for his phone. he dialed in the familiar number but it just rang and rang and rang. the one time that he needed her, she wouldn’t answer. dmitri hopped into the shower quickly, just washing away the layer of sweat before he returned to the cat’s side and continued to call for paisley. his body was dripping wet and he had nothing but a towel to cover him but he didn’t want to leave the cat’s side. it felt like the tenth time that he called when she finally answered. he made the conversation short, not expecting much from her but the worry in the girl’s voice had him a little worried. he knew she was going to come over and he looked around his room for clean clothes, tossing on a pair of jeans and a shirt. he sighed, moving back to koshka’s side and tried to scoop her into his arms as gently as he could. it was only a couple of minutes later, the meows of the cat growing more dire, did he hear his front door open and he let out a deep sigh. here we go. standing up, the cat curled into his body, he shrugged, ”i think she’s sick.”, but then he looked to the door and sighed, ”you didn’t even knock?”, shaking his head as he stepped around her and toward the stairs, ”let’s go. think she needs to see a vet.”. dmitri was so unprepared for this cat as he had no carrier or toys for her except for a small ball that she rolled around his apartment. he didn’t know how to react to this, he just needed to stay calm and so did paisley, though he wondered if that was even going to be possible.