A relaxed Baron sat back in his favourite armchair by the fire, a cup of tea in hand, seemingly perfectly content within his home, which also was the home of the famous Cat Bureau. Things had calmed down lately, which left him time to reflect upon one of his most recent cases. At the thought of Haru Yoshioka, it turned out that he wasn't perfecltly content afterall. He could still remember their final words to each other...
"Baron, for the record, I think I may have a little crush on you."
Well, that had been perfectly obvious. He had felt her tremble as he held her while they danced in front of the Cat King, and had later blushed as he held her again while running up the tower, and her whiskers had grown longer. He had dismissed all of these earlier-Trembling was normal, especially when one had just been turned into a cat, was perfectly miserable, and dancing in front of the Cat King just as he had thrown two people out of the window a few minutes prior. The blushing had been harder to deny- And she only turned more into a cat whenever she was thinking that it would be a good idea. He had thought that perhaps at that moment she knew that she wasn't going to make it to the exit, and had started to accept that fate. But while he was going through all this denial, he had known that...
"Also for the record, I admire a young woman who speaks from the heart"
Well, so it was half a lie. He did admire her courage, but that wasn't all. Being a perfectly chivalrious, aristocratic, BRITISH cat, he had always been polite. As everyone knew, 'I admire' in British translated to 'I like'.
Setting the cup down, the Baron sighed. He couldn't admit it, but perhaps he did like Haru as well. Perhaps he even had a 'crush' on her as well. But the Baron, also being a realisitic cat, knew that things would never work out between the two of them. There was, for a start, the species issue. She was human, and he was a cat. Things would never work out between them. He wasn't a real cat, even. He was just a statue that resembled a cat, and came to life whenever someone needed help, or he simply felt like sticking his nose in their business. As Haru bluntly stated when she was presenting her case to him in need of desperate help when she was engaged to Prince Lune, she couldn't marry a cat.
Baron sat up straight in his chair. Marriage! Such a thing was preposterous, beyond all thought. He was simply trying to sort out if he even had romantic feelings for Haru, not marriage! Looking down at the cup in his hands, he sighed again. "Too much tea." It didn't even taste good today.
Hauling himself out of the chair, he walked wearily over to his desk, and sat down, picking a piece of paper from the rather large mound, and began writing with a feather pen. He needed some sort of distraction, and he fully intended to find that in his work.

It was around midnight, but Haru couldn't be quite sure. She didn't feel like looking at her cow alarm clock, but intended to spend the rest of her time awake staring outside her window. Sitting on the bed, she had her arms propped against the windowstill, she was gazing out at the night sky of Japan. The sky was black, but with the stars combined with the lights of cars and buildings, she could see quite well. But still, that didn't help her any.
She kept on thinking about the adventure she had just barely a month ago. She kept on telling herself that it wasn't a dream, that it was all real, and had to think about it every night just to remember. Muta, Toto, The Cat King, Natori, Natoru, Lune, Yuki, and...
Baron.
It was him who she had found her thoughts turning to over and over again. The statue of a cat who had come to life and had saved her from all the troubles that she found pursuing her. Him with his top hat, cane, tails..
Her head fell with a clunk. With Baron, he had two kinds of tails-The ones on his jacket and his real tail. While he may have had real hands with fingers, he still was a cat. She had a crush on a cat. But he was a gentlemen, with the perfect manners and British accent and sense of aristrocracy, and he knew how to treat a lady. She blushed bright pink as she remembered those occasions- The way he introduced himself, their dance, him rescuing her, carrying her...
She felt like she wanted to cry. Why couldn't she go back to gushing over Machida? Now that he had dumped that freshman girlfriend of his, he had been making eyes at her, and it was rather obvious. She would have leapt at this chance before, and now that she seemed indifferent, Hiromi was asking some questions. They would have made the perfect couple...But no. She just had to fall in love with her cat rescuer. The way they had danced with each other especially remained in her mind. He had held her so light, leading her perfectly...Dancing had never been her strong point, but with Baron, she had excelled, and now she suspected that only he would be able to make her perform such feats. With him, being a cat didn't seem so bad...With him, she could handle it.
But that path had disappeared, and she had gone back to her 'normal' life. Only now he was the only thing on her mind. If only they knew how easy it was to fall prey to Baron's charms, gentleman-like personality, and his accent...Oh, his accent...
She gave another little cry, and hit her head lightly against the windowledge. "Ow!" Hurting herself wouldn't do anything in a situation like this.
"Careful Haru. Don't loose yourself. Believe in who you are. I said so before, didn't I?"
The only thing she could do was push him out of her mind, and return to her life. Forget about the Cat Bureau, the Cat Kingdom, and him...
And go to sleep.

Baron had spent many hours bent over the various pages spread across his desk. He had refused to retire from the work, it had kept him sane for a couple of hours. But now, she was beginning to creep into his mind again...
"I can't! I'm scared!" "JUST TRUST ME!"
She had looked so scared there, like a frightened little kitten. If only she were a kitten, then perhaps there would be a chance for him...
"Oh, bloody hell!"
He lost all his composure there, shoved the feather quill into the ink jar, and stormed off to bed. He couldn't possibly go any more insane while sleeping...