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"I'll do you one better!" ********* seemed to bounce to the side a bit before turning her attentions back to the Youma. However, she didn't exactly announce what "one better" meant in this case. After all, some youma were more intelligent than they let on. Tell them where you were aiming and they would block that area.

Once more, ********* padded forward, seeming to veer towards the side of the youma that had been injured.

The mimic did not seem to approve of such, and rather quickly lashed a tail at the manx. Pesky little thing!

With a small hop, she was in the air, star upon her forehead gleaming. "Enjoy ********* Special Surprise!"

The shot of energy blasted forward, aimed specifically towards the Youma's eyes. The energy itself was enough to send the smaller cat flying backward from the momentum. She hit the wall of the nearby building and almost seemed to flop to the ground.

"...ouchies..."

It wasn't long before the alley was filled with the yowling of the Youma. None could really blame it. Not one or two eyes were taken out, but all four had been taken out in a single shot. Much of the fur surrounding the area had disintegrated, leaving a giant bald patch over a majority of the false feline's face. If it was possible to pity a youma, now might have been the time to pity it, for it sprawled out on the ground and began to writhe slightly from the pain rushing through its face.

"It only needs one more hit..." The smaller of the pair wobbled up to her feet and began to pad towards the youma. Apparently ********* had every intention to supply that final hit. For a moment, she seemed to stagger over her four paws, but then caught herself.

"Um... Zirconia... I do have a strange request for you... but I'll tell you later..." She stopped squarely in front of the large false cat.

"I promise to put you out of your misery." It almost sounded like ********* was sympathetic with the monster.

If the youma knew any basic sentiments like gratitude, it did not act like it. Instead of remaining still, when it heard the smaller guardian's voice, it attempted to roll into the sound. It was essentially still lashing out in its last moments.

It apparently had horrible aim now, the movement flopping about a yard to her left. The pale cat sighed slightly. "Goodbye." There was a pause before she mustered all of her energy in an enthusiastic sounding "********* Special Surprise!!" The glow of her forehead came quicker this time, and the release of energy seemed faintly stronger than her first one. There was nothing left after impact. Well, nothing but dust. Gross youma dust.

"...there we go..." With a weak laugh, the cat fell flat to the ground. It sucked fighting youma without senshi. Seriously.

If it had been normal circumstances, the manx would have already been nuzzling into the hands and possibly body of the one who picked her up. No, she was too exhausted for such trivial things, since it did require effort. Effort and energy she didn't have at the moment.

It honestly didn't register right that moment that Zirconia was much like Sue in that she had a fully-fledged human form. Heck, it didn't even really register she had been picked up. ********* mewled out slightly before giving an answer to the question.

"You can put me in the garbage bin... the trash doesn't get picked up here until Wednesday, so I should be safe enough..." It wasn't a joke at all. The manx was actually quite serious (and apparently knowledgeable about the trash pick up schedule).

The manx had already been practically conked out before getting brought to some sort of shelter (she was too tired to predict what). The shift in temperature was drastic, but at the same time, it was quite welcome. Had she even been awake, she probably would have fallen asleep quite easily in this lovely environment. When the pair sunk into the arm chair, ********* didn't even move or adjust herself to make herself more comfortable.

The pale spotted feline usually wasn't the sort to take cat naps. Yet today, she'd probably be asleep for several hours, just trying to recharge her internal batteries. One shot was a cat nap, two shots was sleeping the day away to recover. One thing was for certain: Zee was going to have company for a tad longer than probably expected.

The cat slept.

And slept.

And slept some more.

2 hours and 57 minutes later, the feline's body stretched out slightly. This definitely was far more cozy than a mound of trash. And far more pleasant a temperature than being outside in the cold. With a slight yawn, the manx blinked open her eyes as if she was still sleepy. She remained quiet, since she didn't know where she was, nor who might be around. Rather than stand up, she rolled onto her back, tummy in the air and paws tucked against her chest. She let out an almost cooing noise as she took a look around.

Even with sleep still touching the corners of her eyes, the cat could not resist purring at the adoring strokes against her fur. The voice was familiar, and it honestly took a while to locate the source. When her eyes fell upon the girl, the feline just looked at her, upside down.

She blinked three times before stating one thing. "You remind me of Sue." Even in this form, the girl didn't have her cat ears, which was not something that ********* could do, no matter how hard she tried. Zirconia probably didn't even know who Sue was, but that much didn't matter. ********* knew.

Eventually, the cat flopped her body to the side, then pushed herself up to her feet. It was only once she was on all four paws that she addressed the actual questions. "Yes, I feel okay. Who doesn't feel groggy right after waking up?" The cat paused to giggle a bit at her own joke before addressing the final question with brutal honesty. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't hungry."

Still having a feline sense of smell, which was far better than a human sense of smell, ********* couldn't help but coo out "Mmmm... cinnamon. I haven't had something cinnamony in a long time..." Many times, the manx really didn't pick what her meal for the day was going to be. Though many times she was also lucky in the fact that it was usually good food and not fish bones or something like that. Not that fish bones were bad. They were just bare in comparison to something like a sandwich. A hint of a pink tongue peeked out of her mouth to lick her maw contently.

It took a moment for the question to really register in the small feline's mind, but as her paws stopped in front of the cinnamon roll, she almost seemed to chirp out "Oh, Sue's not a girl." The cat made it sound like it was not even a big deal that this Sue was a boy. As far as the pale feline was concerned, Sue was Sue was Sue, no gender assigned.

Without skipping a beat, ********* then shoved her face into the treat, not seeming to mind that the girl was still holding onto it. She was now a fancy dinner plate. Her little teeth tore out a small bit of the roll, and rather greedily, the manx devoured that small bit in her mouth.