—: “Just trust me, okay?”

A voice rings out. Her ears intercept the sound, but the brain does not understand. Everything is so blurry, so empty... No thoughts, no emotions. Her heart beats normally, but it doesn't make sense. No, something was wrong. What is going on: that is a logical question.

Blink of an eye.

There is a problem, but what is its nature? What is it that shocks, what is it that causes this concern? A second is an eternity, a minute is too long a measure of time. A heartbeat in her chest, a second one directly follows.

Her breathing is coming back.

Her eyes open wide and her body shakes. She's looking for air, but she's already found it; so why get excited?

Natasha: “A-AAAAAAAAAH!!!”

She screams. Loudy, really loudy.

Screaming.

Milo blinks, looking at her without understanding what has just happened. A more than strange behavior.

Natasha falls to her knees and holds her stomach, screaming in pain, crying as she shakes. Her senses have come back to her, but does she really want to feel them again?

Milo: “N-Natasha?!”

He runs to her, grabs her in his arms and tries to talk to her. She closes her eyes and struggles in all directions, screaming:

“NOOOO!!”

“STOP!!!”

“I BEG YOU…!!!”

“WHY?!!!”

“IT HURTS…”

“PLEASE…”

“PLEAAAASE!!!!!!”

Chapter 2: Life is a dream, but

dreaming isn't living

Milo: “...”

The man is sitting on a chair that he brought here himself. In front of him, a bed where a young woman is resting.

Natasha is still shaking.

Less than before, but her movements still show how much fear she feels, so Milo would rather not say anything. He's been sitting in front of her for over two hours, waiting for her to calm down.

Suddenly, Natasha had stopped and started screaming, holding her stomach and chest as if she were being stabbed.

This behavior is anything but normal, but Milo doesn't understand what's going on. He didn't do anything and when he examined her, he couldn't find anything. If it was her period that caused this behavior, he would be very, very, very shocked. Miranda had come to the rescue, as had Oshio and Jiax. They were currently on guard, in case anyone or anything has attacked Natasha. Milo is bothered and can do nothing but wait by her side, hoping for a quick recovery. Her mood, her demeanor... they've changed so abruptly, it doesn't make any sense.

There must be a reason behind it. Milo is sure of it. Unfortunately, without asking Natasha directly, he's not convinced he can find the answer on his own. He watches her, his hands holding each other. He wants to call her name, to ask her how she is feeling, but he keeps waiting. He had planned to show her the castle, but now he has to watch her silently. A bottle of water is at his side, ready to hydrate Natasha in case of need. Sulman has also prepared a quick meal if she is feeling hungry when waking up.

Natasha moves in her sleep. It's as if she's being attacked, as if someone is trying to kill her... Milo had rushed her to her room... He's worried about her. He gets up from his chair and approaches Natasha. Her face is grimaced and her cheeks are still wet with tears and sweat. Milo touches her chest, but only to listen to her heart.

The rhythm is already more normal... That reassures him. He sighs with relief and sits down on the mattress, next to the young woman. He admires her, wondering how she had lived as his father's handmaid. Milo knows his own father figure well: it is certain that she was well educated as a handmaid and well respected as a woman. Even though Natasha is a Kitta, it is certain that her father has placed her on the same level as a human.

After all, you kept her by your side until the end, even if she is a Cursed... thinks Milo. Her white hair and red eyes prove to him that she is what she is. That in her body flows such blood... Not many people could keep such a person by their side. Most nobles wouldn't even use her as a sex toy, but rather as a training dummy. Using her body to beat her, practice with their Tempus or even ridicule her.

This until physical exhaustion, until their heart stops.

Milo has had a very good education and has learned not to judge others. He has a moral code and respects it. Human, Kitta or Hourna: it doesn't matter what race one is, he doesn't judge looks. Even though being a Cursed is different, Milo trusts her. She was his father's favorite handmaid and made a good impression from the moment she arrived. Sure, she was embarrassed and afraid of Milo, but he understands her. Then she started having a panic attack, but without explanation; Milo would rather feel sorry for her than judge her. The handmaid's eyes are still closed, sometimes shaking with fear. Her face shows fear and pain, the sweat that runs down her beautiful dark skin is proof of inner struggle.

Milo smiled and ran a hand through her hair. He had undone her ponytail to make her more comfortable in bed. He strokes her hair, gently, slowly. He looks at her with a sad, pitying look.

I'll show her the castle tomorrow. Milo wants her to get to know her new surroundings, even though he knows they won't be in this castle for long. They were going to have to pack up and leave here to join the Angel Test... but they still have time. A few weeks ahead of them, long days ahead. Even if Milo does become Pretender to the throne, he might come back to the castle later... He doesn't want to give up this place either. He's been here for years, it's his home. The members of his faction also like it here, they've gotten used to it... Milo strokes Natasha's hair gently, hoping to calm her down that way.

She seems calmer already... She moves less, her expression is quieter. When Milo had put her to bed, he had also taken off her handmaid's outfit and put on one of her pajamas from her luggage. He had first checked that there were clothes in her suitcase before undressing her…

He doesn't want her to be uncomfortable in her sleep or sweat too much in her work’s dress. Even unconscious, she deserves much respect and love. Milo gets up and walks over to the chair where he had been sitting. He picks up the bottle of water and places it on the bedside table next to Natasha. He looks at her again and leaves right after.

Just in case, I'll take a second bottle of water... thinks Milo. He leaves the room and walks down the hallway without making too much noise.

In her sleep, Natasha feels pain and fear. She doesn't know what's happening to her, but her heart is beating fast, her body is warm and she's shivering. It's just a dream... but she can't wake up. She wants to scream for help, but her voice does not reach the world. She still feels pain in her stomach…

A blade pierced her.

She remembers... She remembers too well...! It hurts so much, so much... She doesn't want to die. Natasha wants to live, she wants to live...! She remembers: Milo was killed. His corpse was painted with blood, lying on the bed as if he was sleeping peacefully. Does he deserve this death? Who is the culprit? Why did they kill him?! Natasha wants to escape, she wants to run away, but she cannot move. She is hovering, she doesn't know which way is up nor down. Why is she standing there...? She wants to scream, she wants to shout, but her throat freezes, her sounds don't come out.

What is this feeling?

She burns, she burns and it hurts. She wants to cry, to let go of everything she feels... The pain is unbearable, the blade goes through her body, her blood flows into the void... She closes her eyes. Why—

A sudden comfort.

The heat of pain disappears and gives way to the heat of love. A feeling that envelops her, that caresses her skull. Her hair is brushed with a hand of light, her eyes try to open, but Natasha is not strong enough. She calms her breathing, stops shaking. She feels... at home. A tear slowly trickles down her cheek and her muscles no longer tense.

The heat disappears, but the feeling remains.

Affection.

Natasha does not tremble anymore, she is not afraid anymore. Finally she opens her eyes…

And the light forces her to close them directly.

She makes a grimace, moves her hand and blocks Adara's rays to shade her eyes. She opens them slowly again. Her breathing is shallow, but her heart beats quietly. Her pupils quickly adjust to the daylight and she blinks.

Natasha: “...... I…”

She turns her head a little. She doesn't know where she is exactly, but it looks like her room. The Kitta notices that she is lying comfortably on a soft mattress, her head resting on soft pillows. She gets up and rests her back against the wall. She remains seated in her bed and holds her head with her right hand.

Natasha: “........”

She is not sure what is going on. She turns her gaze to observe the room and knows immediately that she is in a room... Probably hers.

... How... Natasha's head hurts. She closes her eyes, a new grimace crosses her face. She feels an unpleasant pain in her stomach, but her head is what bothers her the most. She raises her knees and curls up in a ball, trying to make this pain disappear.

What… A-aAAh...... Natasha doesn't like it. She wants some comfort, she wants to feel good…

A few seconds pass and the pain disappears. Little by little, it went away. Natasha opens her eyes with difficulty, as if she had just vomited. She wants to raise her head, but her body falls to the right and she does not resist. She breathes heavily, but not with difficulty. She stares at the wall in front of her and calms down. The thoughts in her head are jumbled and seeing clearly seems mission impossible.

What happened, exactly...? Natasha asked herself. As the seconds passed, the memories came back to her mind.

She had found Milo’s dead body lying on his bed.

She had been immobilized by the sight, frozen by fear. She had not been able to run away, nor to go to him... She doesn't know what she should have done, but it wouldn't have changed what happened next.

She had been killed, pierced by a sharp object.

The feeling in her body, her blood draining onto the floor as she was choked... Natasha puts a hand in front of her mouth, a feeling of vomit gripping her stomach. Thinking about it tears her up inside, remembering it pierces her heart. She shakes again and his breathing starts to accelerate.

I… I’ve been…

Natasha is certain that she was killed. She could never have survived the wounds that had been inflicted on her. She had also been choked with a strong hand... She touches her stomach.

No holes.

She lifts her pajamas and looks at her body.

No wounds.

She blinks, her hands and feet tremble. Shivers run through her, she has trouble understanding the current situation. She turns her head and notices that there is a bottle of water on the bedside table. She grabs it and starts to drink, the thirst dehydrating her throat. She drinks three quarters of the bottle and sighs with relief. She closes her eyes to think and tries to calm herself down.

If I'm in my room, in my pajamas... Then I'm still alive...? she asks herself. The water running down her throat, her sensations of pain, the light that hurts her irises, the softness of the mattress and the surrounding heat…

Everything is real. She is alive.

I got... killed, didn't I...? She struggles to understand. She wants to think more, but a noise sounds. Natasha opens her eyes, lifts her head and turns it towards the door.

Milo jumps on her, takes her in his arms without any warning.

Natasha: “A-Anya?!”

She lets out a cry of surprise and falls back on the mattress. She is embraced, a warmth of comfort flows through her. Milo holds her tightly in his arms and smiles.

Milo: “You’re awake, Natasha !”

Natasha blinks and finally nods. She doesn’t hug him back, but her hands are shaking…

Natasha: “Y… Yes… ?”

She is not sure herself. Is she really awake? It all seems so real, but something is wrong... Milo holds her in his arms, using this moment to comfort her. His hand runs through her hair and he caresses her with joy.

Milo: "You passed out after you had your seizure... You scared me— well, you scared US."

Natasha: “A… A seizure…?”

She doesn't remember well. Her last memory is of her eyes closing, of her blood draining on the floor of Milo's room.

Milo.

Milo…?

Natasha opens her eyes wide.

Natasha: “M… Milo…”

The man nods with a smile.

Milo: “What is it, Natasha?”

The handmaid shakes her head and pushes Milo. He is surprised by her reaction and steps back a little, giving her room.

Milo: “S-Sorry about taking you… in my arms…”

He brakes in his sentence and does not finish it. He stares into Natasha's eyes and is speechless.

Tears flow, sadness, pain and joy can be seen in her facial features.

Natasha: “Master…”

She notices that she's crying, so she dries her tears by rubbing her cheeks and eyes hard. Milo just sits there on the same mattress as her, giving her time to collect herself. She woke up while he went to get a bottle of water, so it can't have been very long. Milo weakly turns his gaze and notices that Natasha has already drunk most of the first bottle. The handmaid regains her composure while controlling her breathing. She apologizes for her behavior and bows her head in politeness, but also in indignation.

Natasha: “E-Excuse-me… I…”

Milo: “Don’t apologize. Really.”

She looks up and admires his beautiful, honest smile.

Milo: “Are you feeling better?”

He wants to know the reason for this behavior, but he is more concerned about her well-being than anything else.

Natasha: “I’m feeling better, but…”

Milo: “But?”

Natasha “...”

She stares intently at Milo. Her red eyes meet his green ones. He is there, in front of her, breathing and moving. He is there, talking to her and still alive.

Natasha is not dead, neither is Milo.

Incomprehension appears on her face. She moves her head around, looking for a logical explanation to all of this. She wants to explain herself and to express herself, but she has difficulty. She swallows noisily and opens her mouth.

Natasha: “I… I don’t really understand…”

Milo is confused, but he agrees to give her time to talk. He doesn't want to rush her, he's in no hurry.

Natasha: “Master… You… You…”

You aren’t dead? This is the question Natasha wants to ask. Her throat freezes and the traumatic images come back to her. She bites her lower lip and avoids the look…

But—

Milo: “Natasha.”

The handmaid raises her head and pulls back as she sees the hand approaching her, but Milo does not hurt her: he touches her cheek and smiles.

Milo: “Take your time.”

Simple words, but effective. Natasha has a hard time putting away her emotions, but she knows she is happy to see him alive. They don't know each other that well, but she already likes him a lot. As a Master, as a human. She takes his hand and forces him to keep his on her cheek, enjoying the feeling.

Natasha: "... I'm sorry, my mind is having a hard time putting it all together..."

Milo: “It’s okay. If you are feeling better, I’m the happiest man in the world.”

She really does apologize, he really does understand. He doesn't need an immediate answer to his question, he's just curious and worried about her. Natasha takes a deep breath and lets go of her Master's hand.

Natasha: "... I'm glad you're not... I'm still alive too, but... How?"

She cannot understand why she is not hurt. She should have wounds, a punctured lung, and Milo should not be able to stand. She can't get that image out of her mind... The bleeding, lifeless body.

Afterwards... Was Master Milo really dead...? wondered Natasha. She had seen him and was sure it was him on the bed, but she had not been able to check his condition. The sight had been sickening, blood was all over the bed and the body. Nevertheless—

She didn't get close enough to see if Milo's heart had continued to beat.

What if in reality, his Master had not been killed, but in very bad shape? Maybe Natasha had been rescued in time too...! She doesn't know the Tempus of everyone, after all.

Milo: “...”

The man answers nothing. He stares at the young woman with his beautiful green eyes, her reflection is a beautiful silhouette in his eyes. Natasha is silent. She doesn't know what to say, but she is reassured to know that they have not been killed. She doesn't quite understand the situation, but all she has to do is ask and she will get her answer. Silence reigns in the room, Adara in the distance goes to bed little by little. The surrounding light decreases in intensity, the colors turn to orange and create a beautiful atmosphere. Milo blinks and Natasha scratches her cheek, embarrassed.

Natasha: “I really thought you were dead, Master…”

She is so reassured... She can breathe, she can move without pain and she is not hurt anymore. Seeing her Master, also alive, makes her happy. Her smile sparkles. Natasha observes her Master, wants to take him in her arms.

But she stops smiling. She remains speechless.

Milo doesn't say anything, he's silent and still. His eyes stare at Natasha's and his breathing is quiet. What disturbs the handmaid is the expression on his face.

He looks at her with INCOMPREHENSION.

Milo: “Me… dead?”

He doesn’t understand Natasha’s words.

Milo: “W-What do you mean…?”

He doesn’t see why she said that.

Milo: “Natasha, are you…”

He is confused. Stunned.

Milo: “Are you okay?”

He touches her forehead with the back of his hand and checks her temperature. Natasha shows in her turn astonishment, disturbed.

Natasha: “I-I…”

She looks down.

Natasha: “I’m okay, I guess…?”

Milo: "What do you mean by all this...? I mean, why do you think I was dead?"

Natasha did not know how to answer his question. He had asked her sincerely, unable to understand her words. He was looking for logic, but he couldn't find it. After their conversation outside, Natasha had started to have a seizure without warning.

There was no reason for her to believe such a thing.

Natasha: “What… What do you mean…?”

She is certain of what she saw. Milo's corpse had been on her bed, the red blood was not paint. The smell of death had filled the room and... and Natasha had been attacked directly afterwards.......

She……… Her memories were true, she knows it……..

Milo: “Natasha, are you really okay…?”

Natasha: “...”

She calms down. Breathing in. Exhaling. She closes her eyes for a few seconds, clears her head. Breathing in. Exhaling. She looks up at Milo.

Natasha: "I came into your room last night and I saw your... bloody body. I thought you were dead and... And I myself was attacked."

Natasha is honest with him, because she sees no reason not to be. Because the confusion between the two of them bothers her. She's still struggling to understand what happened, but she knows she'll get an ans—

Milo: “??????”

Milo looks at her with so much confusion, shock and mixed emotions that it reaches Natasha.

He no longer has that reassuring look on his face. He grimaces, trying to understand Natasha's words. He had listened to her, but everything she said…

Milo: “Can… Can you repeat that…?”

He doesn't understand. He doesn't understand, he doesn't understand, he doesn't understand. What she says doesn't make sense, what she explains is not normal. He is afraid that she is sick, that she is hallucinating.

But Natasha knows what she has been through, she remembers her fear, her tears and the pain.

Natasha: “...”

She wants to repeat herself, but the shocked expression of her Master prevents her from speaking. Her throat frozen, her air frozen. Natasha doesn't like the current situation... If he doesn't understand what she is saying, then…

Natasha: "... I wanted to take one of your big pillows, so I knocked on your door, but you didn't answer... I-I got scared, so I went inside and saw your... dead body. And then I… got......."

She does not finish her sentence. She chatters her teeth when she sees her Master's reaction.

Why…….

Is Milo so confused…?!

Milo shakes his head and closes his eyes, holding his skull with both hands.

Milo: "Wait, so you're... No, but, that doesn't make sense!"

Natasha pulls her body back as he screams. He opens his eyes wide and apologizes, waving his hands in front of him. He stares at her with a look of pity.

Milo: “Natasha… You were just dreaming, I think.”

Natasha: “Dreaming…?”

Milo: "You had a seizure and passed out a few moments later. I think while you were sleeping, you were dreaming... More like, you were having a nightmare about it."

Natasha: “...”

Milo: "I mean, it doesn't make any sense, ahah...? I'm standing in front of you, alive, and you just got here today, so it doesn't make sense!"

Natasha is about to nod when she opens her eyes wide. She freezes, mouth agape. Milo waves his hand in front of her.

Milo: “Natasha…?”

Natasha: “....”

Natasha: “........”

She looks up.

Natasha: “.............”

Her cat ears are lowered and her eyes are filled with fear.

Natasha: "What do you mean… I only got here today?"

She doesn't understand. She doesn't understand anything. What he says makes no sense, what she thinks makes no sense! Why did he say such a thing? It should be at least two days that she is in this castle...! She is sure that it is not the first day of her arrival, she knows it! She visited every room with him, she saw almost all the members of the faction, she could discuss his dream with her Master, slept comfortably in her own bed and could even enjoy the view on the terrace!

Milo “???”

She is certain that it was not a dream. Everything she had experienced had seemed too real! The happiness she had felt talking with her Master, learning so much

about him, see his personality and his affection for her, the little desserts she had prepared for them that made them so happy...!

All of this—

Milo: "It's the nineteenth of May, you just arrived a few hours ago."

—could not be… a………

Natasha: “...... dream……..”

She doesn't know what to say, what to do. She stares silently at Milo, wanting to cry and scream in incomprehension. She doesn't know what's real and what's not.

Milo: “Do you know you had a seizure…?”

Natasha says nothing. She is immobilized by her own emotions and can't look away from her Master's eyes. She wants to close her mouth, but her jaw does not respond. She finally swallows and shakes her head.

Natasha: "... I don't... I don't know anymore."

Milo: “I-I see… I think you deserve some rest.”

The man sighs and relaxes his body.

Milo: "I... I don't really understand what's happening to you, but..."

He picks up the bottle of water he had left on the chair and puts it in her hands. Natasha looks at her, slowly moving her head.

Milo: "With my father dying not long ago, this new environment and all... Don't worry if you feel bad at the start. Take the day off, okay? You'll let me know if you feel better tomorrow, but feel free to come eat with us if you feel like it, hmm?"

Natasha: “.....”

Milo: "Otherwise, you have a cold dish sitting on your bedside table, feel free to eat it. Sulman has prepared it for you, in case you get hungry."

Natasha nods.

Milo: "If you're allergic to anything in there, feel free to... well, feel free to come down and tell me. Get some rest, right?"

He brings his head close and kisses her on the forehead before getting up from the bed. He makes her sign of the hand just before closing the door behind him and leaves Natasha alone in her room, still immobilized by her emotions.

Natasha: “......”

She drops the water bottle on her bed. Her breathing is quiet, her eyes stare into space. She thinks about everything that has been said. Milo's reaction, his words and expressions.

Natasha: “...................”

If she fully believed what he said, then it was the nineteenth of May, the very day she joined Milo's castle. Her pupils shrink.

She remembers, now.

When she "woke up”............... Milo told her:

Milo: “Just trust me, okay ?”

The same thing... The same place, the same time…

Die she……..

Natasha: “.....................................”

Did she go back in time...?

Natasha shakes her head: it doesn't make sense. Such power is impossible and her Tempus is of water.

Besides, the Time Tempus can't exist…! she says to herself. Natasha puts her hand in front of her mouth and thinks. She doesn't see any other explanation, but at the same time, it is not possible. She was killed and then came back in time...? It seems so strange to her, far too strange…

Maybe I… dreamed? But…

She has a hard time believing it.

If I had a dream, then why all of that seemed so… real……

Natasha is certain that what she felt was real.

But, if it is not it, then what is the explanation...?

She couldn't believe that Milo was lying to her, especially since his expressions were honest. He really had a hard time understanding what she was saying…

So I dreamed, but…

She sighs: thinking too hard is not useful to her. The stress must have played on her head and she must have been dreaming with her eyes open. She has never experienced anything like this before, but she sees no other explanation... At least, no other LOGICAL explanation.

She lies down on her bed and puts a hand on her forehead. She has no temperature…

I should rest... I don't know what to believe. Natasha closes her eyes and, a few minutes later, falls deeply asleep.

Her eyes open slowly. Natasha struggles to wake up, but she forces herself to get up. She falls onto the mattress and takes a long sigh before slapping herself. She shakes her head and blinks repeatedly. She looks out the window and notices that Adara is not up yet. Natasha scratches her belly, stretches her arms and legs and gets ready. She grabs her handmaid's outfit, but before she puts it on, she thinks of something.

I fell asleep before washing up last night... Maybe a quick shower would help

She nods and quietly exits her room. She heads to the bathroom and undresses before turning on the shower faucet. When the water pressure and temperature are right for her, she steps into the shower and cleans herself. Being a Kitta, if the water is too hot for her, she can quickly become uncomfortable. It is the same for heat in general, but it is rare that the summer temperatures reach such a degree.

Natasha washes herself for a few minutes before getting out of the shower and dries herself all over. She looks in the mirror and touches her eyes. She makes herself beautiful and when she is convinced, she dresses herself in her handmaid outfit. Before leaving the bathroom, she takes a longer look at herself in the mirror.

Natasha: “.....”

She hasn't forgotten what happened and her strange dream. Everything seemed so real... She talked with Milo, visited the castle and—

Stop thinking about it… Stop……

She holds her head and shakes it. Natasha exits the bathroom and is careful not to make too much noise while walking. She calmly walks down the stairs and arrives at the dining room.

Natasha: “...”

Milo is not here yet. It is very dark…

Adara is not yet up in the sky... I must have woken up a little too early... she thinks. Natasha sits down on one of the chairs and sighs softly. She wants to wait for Milo to come downstairs before she starts her work... Besides, he has to show her around so she can know what to do.

But I already know the place, right? Natasha is not sure. Her "dream" had been so real that she probably already knew all the places in the castle. Nevertheless, if it was a dream, then maybe she is wrong.

The only way to know is by visiting... Natasha thinks. She remains seated, wanting to visit with her Master and not by herself. She puts her elbows on the table and rests her head in the palms of her hands. She waits…

???: “Oh.”

Natasha turns around: a voice comes from behind her. The light turns on and a man enters the kitchen.

???: “Hello, Natasha.”

She recognizes this man. It was not her Master, but—

Natasha: “Hello, Oshio.”

The servant of Master Milo. He sits next to her and questions her with his eyes.

Oshio: “Awake this early?”

Natasha: “... I fell asleep really early.”

Oshio: “Hmmm, I see.”

He settles comfortably in his chair and examines Natasha a bit before continuing to talk.

Oshio: "Are you feeling better? You scared Milo yesterday."

He calls Master Milo only by his first name... Strange, for a servant... she thinks. She nods and scratches her cheek with an embarrassed smile.

Natasha: "Hehe, sorry about that..."

Oshio: "No worries, I just hope you're feeling better."

Natasha: "A good night's sleep helped, I'll say."

Oshio: “Hmmm…”

He accepts her answer and asks her if she wants to eat. She does not refuse and Oshio gets up. Natasha watches him leave the dining room and go into the kitchen.

I still have the cold dish that Sulman prepared for me... Natasha thinks. She fell asleep without eating anything, so her belly is asking for food. She touches it and breathes calmly.

He has the same voice as in my dream…

Oshio and Natasha hadn't spoken at length, but she does remember talking to him a bit, especially about their work. He looks the same as he did in her dream too. She doesn't quite understand how he can work as a servant in such unprofessional clothes, but given Milo's personality, it doesn't surprise her.

Even though I've only really spoken with Milo in... in my dream... Natasha thinks.

She struggles with the idea that what she has experienced is just a dream. Nevertheless, this is the conclusion she has chosen…

Oshio: "Do you like cereal?"

He asks her this question from the kitchen.

Natasha: “Yes!”

She often ate it when she was at Master Samus' house. It's a breakfast she likes very much, especially with milk... Kittas all have an adoration for milk and dairy products in general. Their love for all of that isn't because they have cat attributes, though. Oshio comes back with two bowls in one hand and a big pack of cereal in the other. He puts one bowl in front of her and sets the cereal packet down. A spoon was in each of the bowls.

Oshio: "I guess you like milk with your cereals."

Natasha nods and Oshio goes to get some. She pours her cereal and stops when it gets about three-quarters of the way through the bowl. She puts the cereal packet down next to Oshio's seat and waits for him to return.

Oshio: "We'll have to remind Milo to buy milk..."

He passes her the carton of milk and she thanks him. He sits down next to her and pours the cereal in his bowl in turn. Silence settles between the two of them, but as Natasha starts to eat, Oshio asks her:

Oshio: "Can we have a little chat?"