Somewhere over the rainbow... scarf? (Calley)

If it was another object, Celeste would undoubtedly left it without mercy to get one of better quality in the nearest store, but unfortunately that multicolored fabric was not a normal object. Along with the flying colors fluttered hours of effort and dedication along with something even more important, the secret of her mutation.

Since her dark eyes were fixed on the fabric that mocked her attempts to catch it, Celeste was unable to see the man until the last moment when the scarf seemed to devour his face furiously. But by then, it was too late. She could not avoid him. She closed her eyes tightly to endure the impending blow, cursing the stupid man who dared to stand between her and her goal.

Then the shameful fall became a vibrant catch which in turn transformed her momentum in an elegant twist that ended with the two very close together. As she tried to catch her breath, Celeste opened her eyes to find the stranger's chest rising and falling in an attempt to do the same. But when the agitation of the race disappeared, her heart still pounded with fury, fueled by the emotion of that uncomfortable closeness.

As she noticed her free arm holding his waist, her heart began to beat even faster, painting her cheeks with a deep crimson. Her thoughts ran as fast as her heart, disappearing before she could catch them. Only a question seemed to impose before the others. Who was that man? It was like if she sharing a dream with her perfect man... but at the same time she was sure that the arms that held her were very real.

The sound of his voice forced her to return to reality where a question waited for an answer. Celeste opened her mouth to respond, trying to find something accurate to say, but all that came out was a simple "Mmnn...". To make matters worse, she was no longer able to restrain herself and finally looked up to see the face of her hero.

At that time all the things she was ignoring marched in unison just for her to see them very clearly. A feline tail held her scarf, and two ears of the same animal crowned the man as if they were an unusual hat. "You..." Celeste achieved to pronounce while anger began to grow inside her chest. "Why you?" She wondered aloud, remembering their last meeting. One more time that mutant had shattered her dreams. How dared he to be so charming and mutant at the same time?

"You better let me go." Demanded the girl in her best aristocratic tone but making no move to escape his embrace.

Since they were stuck in that romantic hug that held both uncomfortably close, it was very difficult for her to concentrate on anything else than his face. Partly because of those stupid ears that keep staring from above and moving occasionally, probably in an attempt to distract her from some other vileness in execution. The other part of her inability to look somewhere else was based on the fact that, even for a mutant, he was quite good looking.
So, in order to avoid staring at those inhuman ears that displeased her so much, the girl chose (badly) to move her gaze back to his face. Unfortunately, she accidentally concentrated on his lips, creating another uncomfortable gap for her thoughts to run wildly. Would that monster dare to steal her first kiss and condemn her forever? For what else were they in that position? In the movies it always ended in kisses...
But while she was analyzing these ideas, her own human ears caught a strange phrase. "If I insist in what...?" For a moment, she thought that the mutant had read her mind and was about to kiss her (because she insisted) but then his arms mercilessly dropped her.

Once his arms disappeared from behind, her body became a victim of gravity. Meanwhile Celeste tried desperately to cling to his body without success. When her destiny was clear, she put aside her useless efforts to avoid falling and concentrated fully on the task of wishing him a slow and painful death. Fortunately, before she could kill him with her incredible psychic powers, the mutant caught her one more time, showing the same agility and grace as the first time. Why did he do that?
The discomfort and curiosity she felt toward him began to turn into hatred so quickly that the girl had to fight the temptation to stab her Taser into his chest. It was a difficult task, but for the moment, her murderer impulses were under control.

What was most difficult was to avoid verbalizing a long list of sentences beginning with "how dare you" ranging from trivial issues as how he dared to use that mischievous smile with her, or who told him to be so playful and almost unpredictable but even more important that all those things, was the fact that he was still holding her when she had made it very clear that she did not want it.
Of course the girl was willing to forgive his last act of boldness, because his arms were all that separated her from the floor and that fall, although short, promised to be painful and humiliating. Therefore, in thanks for keeping her (not so) far from the floor, she commented on his grace and audacity with very accurate words. "I hate you."

"Wounded?" The girl asked, using a tone of feigned concern that corresponded perfectly with the mischievous smile on her lips.
But before the man could answer her question with words, his face was wrapped in the deepest sadness accompanied by his extremely expressive cat ears. There was something hypnotic about that expression that ordered her to take him home, feed and pet him... probably it had something to do with those cat ears that made him look like a wounded puppy. But fortunately those same ears reminded her that he was a mutant. And also poor because if he had money these ears would had been surgically removed a long time ago, right?

It was then that the man allowed her to stand on her own and after a long and dramatic farewell, the boy walked away. Meanwhile Celeste remained still in the same place where he left her, watching the scene in disbelief. Was that all? After he took her as a hostage in his arms for so long... he just left like that?
Suddenly, the girl wanted to have his attention once more time... just as she did in Valentine´s day when he had adorned her with praises... but she could not apologize, that was not allowed in her family.

It was a hard decision to take, but just when she had decided to let him go, she noticed with horror that the man still had her scarf so she immediately rushed over to walk beside him. "That scarf is very expensive..." Said the girl, as she continued to walk alongside but always trying to keep her gaze straight ahead, not meeting his eyes since she did not want his ears to influence her decisions. "And you are technically stealing it..." She affirmed with certainty, not daring to take it from his tail.

Since her pride stopped her from wrestling for the scarf, she continued to walk by his side, waiting for him to surrender to her logic. Unfortunately, her cold logic melted against his passionate warm producing nothing but a useless stream of words; dangerous, romantic words that were starting to affect her resolution to keep fighting for that piece of fabric.

"I can return it back." She replied in a hurry with a deep crimson still painting her cheeks, it was a feeling originated from a mix of anger and interest. Of course, she felt flattered by his words but she was not going to let him win, not anymore, not even in a small skirmish. So she hastened to add more treats to counter his charming accusation. "I will be glad to open your rib cage and put it back in its place."
She will need some tools, maybe a sword or a ridiculous long knife. It also promised to be a bloody mess. It was better to try to win it back with diplomacy. Some sweet words... “Screw it!” "I do not want your feline heart". It was not diplomatic... but at least it did not hurt her pride. "I do not like your ears and your tail is stupid."

The heat of her sincerity attack was still on her cheeks, burning her perfect skin with her own boiling blood when the cat boy spoke again in that same annoying poetic tone. She listened each of his words carefully as someone that does not really trust what the other is saying but this time he was telling the truth. She was like the sun, oh yes, a destructive force needed by each living being. Without her “light” the world would crumble into oblivion. And of course, he was also right because her sincerity could dazzle people as much as her beauty and modesty.

She listened. He was really good at sweetening words but his logic was wrong and she was willing to make him notice his mistake. “You admit to be unworthy of a token of my “light”…” She pronounced the last word as if it were an ancient word, full of meaning and magic. It kind of reminded her about her own powers and the mystery of why she was able to steal colors. Was it possible because of some unknown light bending ability? Or was it something different? She continued speaking while trying very hard to avoid rhyming like him. “Yet, you dare to touch my hand.” But even after these words, she extended her hand toward the mutant to close the deal. It was too easy that it was probably another of his tricks but she was too busy savoring the imminent victory to pay attention to these silent alarms.
In her mind he was already flying too close to the sun so there was no way to lose, and he was about to burn for his boldness. At least his feline heredity would help that twisted version of Icarus to land on his feet.

All that rambling about her inexistent scorching aura and life giving presence was annoying her a lot, up to the point that she started to consider leaving the scarf with him. Yet, she stayed still and endured another boring line about her sun-like abilities. It was then that a doubt crossed her mind, was she still doing it for the scarf or was she there for something else? For some moments, when he adorned her with adulations, she forgot all about that piece of cloth but luckily she always managed to remember who he was, a mutant and probably a very poor one. So she focused on his ears to distract herself from his charming flattery.

Her inflated ego won the next battle, so she did not punish him for kissing her hand when she had already forbid it. She even allowed a little smile to show on her face after such display of chivalry, even if he was a mutant, she had to give him some credit for his performance. It was then, with the faint smile showing on her lips, that she heard that particular murmur. Her smile vanished. Was he purring like a cat? She directed her ears toward him, scanning his chest for any strange sound that may be coming from it but before she could identify the source of the purring as herself, she noticed that her ears were a lot more mobile... how else could she direct them to something? Her heart skipped a beat, her muscles froze with fear.

His voice unfroze her, snapping her out of that catatonic state. Immediately, she raised her paws to the side of her head and found nothing but countless strands of golden hair. Meanwhile, her ears kept moving in all directions, capturing an amount of small noises she never heard before and when she finally gathered enough courage to touch her new feline hearing organs, she also found that her beautiful hands had turned into hairy paws. She stared at her own hands in disbelief, unsure as what to do with such strange tools.
"What did you do?" She asked him. Her voice was trembling with fury while a few tears gathered on her eyes. He turned her into a monster, she was so beautiful and now she was a freak. It was his fault!

She glared at him, and then stared at her stupid claws that refused to come out. It was useless. No matter how much she tried, she could not unsheathe the daggers to pierce his heart. He tricked her again. Claws or not, she would not forgive him, so she slashed at his face with all her might.