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NaughtyKit and ShylyKat	By : FuBar Category: +S through Z > Thundercats Views: 15274 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Thundercats, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 4: What does Wilykit want?

Wilykit continued to squirm and avoid eye-contact with her brother under his narrowed, squinting gaze. The question he’d asked her was, of course, one she’d known she’d have to answer sooner or later; but she had been hoping the latter of the two and didn’t feel ready to answer in full just yet. What could she promise her brother she’d do, in order to get him to agree to her wishes?
“Well…” she started to answer, twiddling her thumbs nervously in her lap, “What I want from you will be physically easy for you to do; There’s no complex planning for you to struggle with, like I’ll have with Cheetara, and there’s no chance of the *ahem* ‘target’ of my affections catching you out and getting you into trouble – I swear that will be true…” Wilykit paused, thinking hard how to continue without spooking him. Her eyes darted up to his, to gauge his reaction so far, then back down to her own lap again. How could she ask in such a way that he would not turn her down outright? Before she could confuse him further, however, Wilykat sighed impatiently and spoke again:
“Just tell me which one of them it is?” he asked with the resigned air of getting the worst over with.
Alarmed, like a dear caught in headlights who doesn’t know which way to run, Wilykit gave her answer in a barely audible whisper…
“WHAT??!!!?!” came her brother’s startled yelp of a response to her answer, as he leapt up from her bed and turned to face her so fast it nearly made her dizzy.
“SHH!!! Keep it down, or someone will overhear us!!” she pleaded urgently. Her wide-eyed brother was shaking uncontrollably, but he bit his tongue to fight off the urge to keep shouting at her and instead fixing her a look of shock and outrage in the very awkward, ringing silence that followed.
Inside Wilykat’s head, thoughts were whizzing around so fast they were bumping into each other and forming new ones he could barely comprehend. He couldn’t believe what his sister had just said.
“… I have to… er… go.” He said, the words tumbling from his mouth with barely a cohesive thought behind them as he started backing away from his sister toward the door back to the hallway. The destination he had in mind was his bedroom, of course, where he could think alone in peace.
“…’Kat?” his sister barely uttered as he was turning to exit the room. His eyes snapped back to her face immediately, as if daring her to try talking him round, but instead of speaking any further, she merely put an index-finger up to her lips in that universal gesture of asking for silence. He understood: Even through the shattered thoughts flying and tumbling through his head, he understood that his silence on this matter would buy her silence about him and Cheetara. After about two seconds without any movement, he gave a barely noticeable nod and drew his own thumb and index-finger sideways across his lips in the universal response that indicates agreement to keep a secret. As his sister’s hand returned to her lap, he turned away and left the room.
Chapter 5: Decisions, decisions…

Back in his own room, Wilykat paced to and fro thinking about the hard decision that just would not resolve in his head.
Perhaps half an hour into his pacing, maybe longer, he heard the distant sound of the bath draining: Cheetara’s bath was over for today. Who knew what tomorrow morning would bring?
He stopped pacing and lay face-up on his bed, above the covers. Every time he closed his eyes, visions of his sister’s request taunted him. He found that what scared him most was a tiny, dark, depraved corner of his mind found her task for him kind of exciting… It was so wrong! But the nagging little corner that scared him so much continued its assault on his better judgement; however futile these efforts seemed, they would not go away. He knew he must not let these depraved thoughts linger and erode his defences. He knew that so long as he was conscious, he could easily keep these thoughts at bay and ignore them. But what would happen when he fell asleep?
The rest of the day was fairly uneventful, story wise, so we’ll skip ahead and rejoin Wilykat at bed-time. True to their unspoken promise, neither sibling had said anything about the mornings ‘events’ to any of the other ThunderCats in Cat’s Lair. Panthro had noticed that Wilykat seemed a little distracted when he helped him with the ThunderTank, and Tigra had noticed that Wilykit didn’t seem to be concentrating as much as usual on the lesson he was trying to teach her, but neither thought much of it and both dismissed this behaviour out of hand, not even bothering to mention anything about it to anyone else.
As Wilykat wearily wandered back to his bedroom that night he yawned widely. Any day spent helping Panthro was guaranteed to wear a person out. He should have foreseen the danger-signs this extra weariness represented for tonight’s sleep, but he did not. Ironically, he was too tired to realise the implications of being this tired so early.
The male ThunderCub was just about changed for bed when there was a soft knock on his door. He blearily grunted a “Who is it?” and sat on the edge of his bed while waited for an answer.
“It’s me, ‘Kit.” Came the reply, so quietly that Wilykat barely heard it. He rolled his tired eyes in a gesture of annoyance.
“Go away.” He said back, somewhat harsher than he intended, due to his extra tiredness. He thought he heard a sniff or something on the other side of the door and decided to qualify his harsh instruction before he had much chance to think first; “I’m too tired for any more conversations today. Goodnight, sis.”
“Okay, goodnight ‘Kat.” Came her response, “Sweet dreams!”
It was almost as if she knew what was going to happen as soon as he fell asleep…
Wilykat dreamed he was standing up. In front of him he could see the top of someone’s head moving toward him and away from him in a repeating motion at about waist-height. He smiled down at the head and noticed the blond hair with black spots in it. He reached forward to run his fingers through this hair, suspecting who it might belong to and enjoying the sensation she was causing him ‘down there’, but as soon as his fingers made contact with it, the hair changed colour and the head stopped moving. It turned to look up into his face, and Wilykat woke up with a start, sitting bolt-upright in his bed with his first ever ‘morning glory’ creating a bulge in his bedsheets. He looked at his bedside-clock and saw there was only eleven minutes left before his morning alarm was due to wake him for his early morning *ahem* activities. Eleven whole minutes in which to contemplate his dream. Oh goody.
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