Title: Hello Buyo is That You? It's Me, Destiny.
Genre: General. A bit of humor.
Summary: Even the most err... obese of creatures, has a role in destiny's master plan.
Notes: Done for iyfic's 'hope' theme. Buyo rocks.

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Buyo had always just been the cherished Higurashi pet. His days consisted of a small assortment of select non-strenuous activities as not to overexert his exceedingly plump beanbag like body.

There were a few things he hoped for in his nine lives:

A continuous stream of kitty chow for his unending appetite.

The love and affection he received from his humans to never cease.

And for everything he required; food, pillows, and litter-box to be located within a ten-meter radius of one another. In that setup, he could keep his waddling down to a minimal.

His ventures outside rarely procured much excitement, but even the laziest kitty needs fresh air now and then.

A tickle within his feline brain caused his ears to perk. Nothing? He listened again, picking up the most faint of rustling from somewhere unfamiliar.

Within moments, pink-padded feet crept into the well-house.

Tap-tap down the stairs… nothing there.

Mrowing in exasperation, Buyo moved to exit.

Yet within moments, a familiar duo entered. Once their conversation led them downstairs, Buyo rubbed against Kagome's leg and found himself in the girl's arms.

If Buyo were more than a cat, perhaps he would register the concept of destiny. Figure out that his simple journey into the neglected well-house was his role in a grand master plan destiny was unfolding.

Nevertheless as he felt the human called Kagome ripped away from behind him, even he knew that something important was happening.

Her family was distraught over the bizarre loss of their girl, and all the calico could offer was whisker-faced, fluffy-soft comfort.

However, Buyo, simple cat or no, had hope. Hope that she'd return to cuddle and cherish him once more.

No, he knew she would return. After all, it is said that animals have the best instinct of all.