Justin smelt the mix scents of Rabbit , sheep, and rat. Oh the rat scent just had him reeling. Just because he was wounded didnâ€™t mean he couldnâ€™t beat the shit out of the rat. The scent itself was driving him insane. However he heaved a sigh and tried to breath. That way he wouldnâ€™t tear the little jerk apart with just a glance. "Hey Justin,I heard you were being a dumbass again.....oh wait judging by the blood you have been shot.If you keep being stupid your bound to die" A growl escaped Justinâ€™s cat lips. He was in no mood to deal with the jerk that was the rat. If the rat didnâ€™t already hate him today would be a day that the rat would remember why he hated him.  It was simple all there was between him and Draco was pure hate nothing more and nothing less. ."Now let me patch you up ,because I'm the only one that has a medical license" That right there pissed Justin off  just enough that he scrambled up to follow the rabbit and the sheep.  They wandered into the house and he followed them silently. He over heard enough the conversation that they were talking about. They wanted to go to public school.<br/><br/>They were lucky that they hadnâ€™t even had to take a step in public school since public school was just a rile of hell, and he should know cause he went through it. The pair didnâ€™t need to go through that. Not at all. He scampered into the room and seemed to limp over to Hisao. He curled up hiding his wound and faked that he was sleeping. In cat form he was sure that Hisao wasnâ€™t going to give him a problem. Though the fact that the rabbit and the sheep wanted to go to school would of made him chuckle. He knew by staying near Hisao he was sure to escape the grips of the rat. He was no chicken. But he would never allow the rat to touch him. EVER. It might of even been a little bit of a pride issue.<br/><br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/><span style="color: #40BFFF"><span style="font-style: italic"> "Kisa? Kisa are you alright? Can you hear me?" </span>Her sisterâ€™s words were much like an echo inside her head. All Kisa could do was nod her head. It wouldnâ€™t be the first time that Draco hurt her, and nor would it be the last she was sure.  In fact she disliked the rat even more than that stupid little house cat. The tears stung her face and she tried not to speak a word. For if she spoke she was positive the wordâ€™s would go against her. <span style="font-style: italic">"Kisa-ane, can you stand?" </span>The question almost felt like a slap in the face. She definitely couldnâ€™t stand at the moment and the place reeked of blood. Not just herâ€™s though, but also the damn catâ€™s blood. Instinct to run and take care of her own kind seemed run through her veins. It was the fact that as cats they understood certain emotions even if she hated him to hell and back like the rat. <br/><br/>Her nose picked up a smooth scent of dog. That meant Zane was in the area. She could smell the herbs that he had even before he was near her. Zane was good with medicine at least medicinal medicine. Which was a good thing. It was an added plus that he was adopted into the family which meant for once she could actually check the guy out and not feel wrong about it. Which sometimes this does happen.<span style="font-style: italic"> "Masako haven't you noticed the blood on the floor, let me fix her " </span>The words were kind and seemed hardly to be harsh unlike Draco who would scream and yell all night long at her. .<span style="font-style: italic">"I promise, I'll punish Draco for what he did" </span>The words this time that came out of zaneâ€™s mouth held poison or venom. As if they were an unspoken promise that he would keep, and Kisa knew Zane held to whatever he said like stone. It was the way of the dog loyalty and nothing but. <br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Of course I noticed the blood on the floor you twit!" </span>Then conversation went back to her sister, and now she was scolding Zane. Which was normally of her sister. Actually a little bit over normal. Then Kisa felt Zane treating her wounds like an expert. His touch almost jolting her in surprise. Her skin felt icy hot. Hot but not hot, icy yet not icy. It was a weird combination especially for her.<span style="font-style: italic"> "Kisa-ane, can you hear me?"</span> Her sister ran her hands over her face softly. The brush of the skin made her wince however she sucked in a deep breath. <br/><br/>"I ca---nâ€¦.hear ..youâ€¦of course." She waited and tries to breath again the pain seeping in her skin. "But Iâ€™m â€¦not as important as Justinâ€¦heâ€™s hurtâ€¦.bad. I can smell his bloo-" She was cut off by a sudden irk of pain then she heaved another breath. " I can waitâ€¦treat him." Her eyes casted down a little bit, and she tried not to scream as Zane ripped out another shard from her skin.  If Zane got any closer she would surly transform. Even amongst themselves it was dangerous to hug. It was the curse that plagued this family. </span>