The (hopefully) much awaited 2nd Chapter of Katze ^^;;

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It was five minutes into their tea break when they had finally managed to settle themselves down in their mission room with their respective choice of food. Fighting off the fidgets of curiosity that had been bugging them since the outburst, they directed meaningful looks at Vengreche, who obediently cited his explanation.

“Well let me point out the obvious facts first.” The telepath began, “Like I’ve mentioned before, there are only four people in Tewen who can block me from their minds fully, Doc Grakimia, Dr. Dersinghe, Dr. Elliotta and Dragon Sama.”  He waved his hand abstractedly, naming the three core scientists within the Dragon Clan and their leader as he went along.

“Then we have a cat that is able to slip pass through the security within and outside of this building, a mean feat might I add, with mental shields strong as titanium, and now somebody here with us, with the exact same shields as the cat. If I may add that as a telepath, each and every mind feels different to us, almost like fingerprints, yet this boy here feels exactly the same as our little cat.” He leaned forward to sip at his ice cream soda then continued.

“Now that I think about it, isn’t it awfully coincidental that just a day after we introduce that cat to Doc, he turns up with a person with the exact same shields as it? Heck even his hair and green eyes remind me of that cat.”

“So what you’re suggesting is that he and the kitten are.. one person, er cat, form.” Alcaedo ventured, stumbling over his thoughts as he went. At Vengreche’s affirmative nod, he continued. “Hmm, the Doc mentioned his sister, Vondaemia. There were no signs of her being of the same… type as this.”

“If I had never met him and that cat, I wouldn’t believe that somebody would be able to become a cat even if you made me read his mind a thousand times.” Vengreche replied flippantly.

“The exact term you’re looking for is shape shifting.” Kyurolide mentioned quietly as he sipped his latte.

“That’s fiction.” Corlerina objected.

“Look around, Corlerina, we are all fictional.” Dwekoroue, the second female of their team and the eldest of the lot (eighteen years old), laughed. “If we Psychics can exist, I’ll believe that shape shifters can too. I say, why don’t we ask the kitten and see what he has to say?”

As if on cue, all of them turned to fix inquiring stare on Draenaria.

“Yes?” Feeling their heated gazes against the top of his flaming head, the youth, whose spoon had frozen mid-descent toward a delicious looking pudding, asked.

“Er.” Alcaedo cleared his throat awkwardly. “Did you hear any of what we’ve been saying just now?”

“Yes. Why?”

“What he meant to ask, is if you can really turn into a cat?”  Corlerina asked, impatience overwriting any semblance of tact she had.

Draenaria paused for a stark moment then nodded shortly before returning to the pudding, which appeared to be his sixth, judging by the five empty plates stacked beside him. How he had managed to smuggle so much of those into the room, Alcaedo could not even begin to guess.

Alcaedo stared at the boy. Doctor Grakimia Ryukaina and his scientists are all geniuses!

They the Psychics, according to the Doctors, have existed for a long time. Thus they, despite being man-made and all, were not exactly spectacular. But shape shifters… Like Corlerina had said, it’s almost like a fiction turned reality!

And yet, these people, Draenaria and Vondaemia, appeared to be so… normal that he would never have thought them to wield such supernatural abilities had Vengreche not noticed it.

“Can you show us?” Frockonias Levotelide, Kyurolide’s twin sister and the final girl of their team, was asking the youth as Alcaedo indulged in his thoughts.

“I wouldn’t mind seeing the transformation first hand myself.” Vengreche agreed, grinning in anticipation.

Draenaria seemed to consider the request for another minute as he swallowed the last of his pudding. Finally, in what seemed to be an agreement, he fell silent.

All six Psychics in the mission room watched, riveted, when Draenaria began to shrink, his flaming hair shortened quickly, while bare skin sprouted fur of the same shade simultaneously. His features sharpened, his entire bone structure re-arranged itself soundlessly and, somehow, the clothes that he was clad in disappeared entirely. Within seconds, where there once sat a boy stood a familiar kitten that stared at them with equally familiar slit pupil green eyes.

Ignoring the surprised and shocked stares around itself, the kitten yawned and hopped onto Alcaedo’s shoulder in a graceful leap.

Startled out of his shocked mind by the fur brushing against his neck, Alcaedo cleared his suddenly dry throat before saying, “I uh have nothing to do now, so I’ll show it around. I’ll see you guys, and er girls, at supper.”