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He would never forgive Nuttel.

Everything had been stolen from him the day the b*****d came into his life. His habit of fluttering in and out of people's lives, his habit of never committing, his hostility and ill-temper, his damn heart... That stupid blonde had taken everything with a sweep of his hand and flutter of his lashes, and now... Now... Now was no longer now. Time was obsolete. Yesterday was today and tomorrow was yesterday. He didn't care anymore. He had long forgotten what day it was, what year, and who he even was. When has Nuttel no longer been Nuttel? A year ago? Ten years ago? Yesterday? Now? When had the one thing he had devoted his being to become nothing more then ash? When had he lost the light he had thought he possessed?

Another swig of the bottle. He needed to forget. Just like he forgot the date and time and world itself. Why was it that he could forget the children he used to play with as a pup but not Nuttel's name? Why could he forget the four best friends he ever had but not the outsider who had corrupted his soul and replaced it with something more? Why? It was all he wanted, to forget. To no longer want and need him. To just be sane again.

Ha. Sane.

Dammit! With a toss of the bottle and watching it smash against the wall Sven rose, stumbling down the sidewalk and leaning against the wall. He was barely able to stand, let alone walk. He might as well just sleep on the streets tonight. Pah. He'd be on them soon enough... He wasn't paying his rent anymore and would be kicked out within a months time. s**t. He was a wreck, wasn't he? But he didn't care. He didn't give a damn anymore. If he couldn't have his stupid feline again then he didn't even want to try and be the person that cat had made him become. He didn't want that Sven anymore. That Sven had been happy and in love. This Sven was better, stronger, unable to be hurt worse than he already was. He didn't need Nuttel's Sven anymore.

But he did need a damn glass of water and a bed.

The collision caused a low growl from the red and dark purple haired man, eyes flashing and narrowing at the sight of a smaller woman. He stumbled slightly, leaning on the wall for support. Who the hell was this and why was she trying to tell him how his night would go? Yeah, he wouldn't get far, but that didn't really matter. He was fine on the damn ground if it led to that.

"Yeah? Maybe I don't care to go far?" He growled back. He didn't care if he was rude, he didn't like people and didn't want to be near anyone. Frowning at the female and still using the wall for support he leaned his back against the wall and started to lean down.

"Actually. I think I'm good here. Now get going." His voice was deep, slurred slightly by the effects of alcohol. Narrow eyes blinked rapidly to keep awake, mostly because he wasn't going to try and sleep until the small woman left in case she would try and nick something.

His eyes flashed dangerously as he glowered at the woman, long claws ready to snap out and leave a few nice scars when he moved closer. 'Stay away', his brain hissed, hands twitching with a dangerous intent as the drunken man considered his options.

"I don't need no strangers damn help." He snarled viciously, however just as he said that a low groan escaped him as he tiredly leaned his head against the wall. ********. He was a damn mess, but he blamed that b*****d. That blonde feline. It was his god damn fault for getting this deep into his body and leaving such a burning marking.