Title: Introductions
Anime Series: Uta No Prince-Sama

Series: Part 1 of the Kitty!Pri Series.
Summary: Masato was a shy boy who needed to be exposed to the world. It was only fate's kick in the right direction that brought the Hijirikawas to the Jinguji's that day.
Rating: G
Genre: Romance/Drama

Pairings: Ren/Masato
WARNING: This is Anthro, it is NOT fluffy, despite the ears and tails.

Disclaimer: This is being written for the sheer enjoyment of writing, I make no profit other than the fan's enjoyment of it

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Masato clung to his father's side as he was taken through this new, foreign world. Given that he was still fairly young, he hadn't been to many places. Mostly, his father had him cooped up in their house, or in their gardens, with tutors and minimal toys. His son was not going to have some attachment to frivolous, worthless junk the way that other children did.

Still, it did mean that Masato was raised to be rather sheltered, and given that the boy would one day inherit the family's name, he would need to also be well-versed in communication, and that meant that he would have to get to know other children in the same business. Therefore, he'd attempted to contact some of his associates, only to get an enthusiastic letter from the Jinguji family – one of their most prominent rivals – requesting for their children to meet.

Apparently the Jinguji family had a small boy as well, Ren, who didn't have many friends. Although they'd thrown the boy into the world, Ren was far more interested in his music than he was in the 'stupid boys who eat bugs'. In fact, when the Hijirikawa family arrived at the house, they were instructed to 'follow the sound of the saxophone' to find Ren, who was apparently 'sulking' somewhere.

Naturally, this did not inspire much confidence, but Masato had somehow managed to unglue himself from his father's leg as they got closer, his ears, which had been plastered against his head, were twitching and his tail was swishing in obvious anticipation. Perhaps his son enjoyed the music? Maybe he should look into music lessons to bring his boy out of his shell.

As they entered into the room where the simple, if accomplished-sounding, saxophone music was emerging from, Masato glued himself back to his leg, grabbing onto his hand with chubby appendages and refused to let go, causing the older man to sigh in irritation.

"You came to meet a new friend, right, Masato?" his father prompted, but Masato just stared at him with wide, disbelieving eyes. There were tears gathering there as the boy's tail curled around his leg and his knees trembled in fear.

"Who're you?" the small boy with his, surprisingly, full-sized alto saxophone demanded, walking into view for the first time.

The boy was a refreshing sight, with blond hair and blue eyes, his ears had slight tuffs at the edge, his tail fluffy and swishing behind him.

Masato uncurled from his leg, his fist making motions as though to grab at something. Given Masato's fondness for his stuffed animals, he was guessing that Ren was going to get his tail pet… a lot.

"Ah, you must be Ren Jinguji," the eldest man in the room stated, looking down at his shy son with a smile.

"I am, and you are?" Ren demanded, his eyes alight with challenge.

It appeared Ren had wanted to meet them about as much as he'd wanted to bring his son into contact with this disgusting blemish on business' name. Well, at least that meant that he would be able to take his leave faster, perhaps even stop the two children even playing together.

"Your tail is pretty," Masato stated, shattering the glaring contest between small child and man.

Ren paused, staring down at the small boy and a blush rose on his cheeks. "Yours is prettier," Ren muttered.

"Nuh uh… I like fluffy tails. Mine's boring," Masato disagreed, and the old man sighed in resignation as Masato reached out to pet Ren's tail and the other boy nearly glowed red, but allowed it.

When Ren reached for Masato's tail, he nearly stepped in to stop it from happening, but restrained himself – Masato had touched first, after all.

"See, fluffy," Masato cooed, a smile on his face as he fluffed Ren's tail further.

Ren wound Masato's tail around his fingers and Masato giggled, his ears flickering slightly.

"That tickles," he mumbled, grinning up at the older, taller boy.

Ren's lips twitched for a second before pulling into a grin themselves. "You're weird," he stated, and Masato's smile slipped off his face, his ears flattening down against his head and his tail curled away from the playful fingers.

Solemnly, like his favourite toy had been taken away, Masato retreated from Ren's side, returning to his father and hiding in his pants once more.

Ren was left there, hand outreaching, the picture of confusion on his face.

"W-what?" Ren reached, taking a step forward.

"Can we go now?" Masato asked his father, his voice slightly muffled by the wool of black dress pants, but it was obvious that there were tears present.

Masato's father said nothing, giving Ren a 'look' as he turned to leave.

"B-but I didn't say anything!" Ren reached, racing after them as they started to leave. The precious few seconds it took the boy to place his saxophone back in its case cost him dearly, as they were already at the front door by the time he caught up.

"I'll see you at our next meeting," Hijirikawa stated to Ren's father, who looked upset, but nodded.

As Ren rounded the corner, shouting after them, his father stopped him with a stern hand on his shoulder. "You will pay for whatever you did to make that boy cry," the man stated, loud enough that Hijirikawa could hear it.

Masato sniffled against his leg, but still turned back to look at Ren as he left. His eyes were longing, but hurt, and Hijirikawa sighed, running his hand through the boy's soft, blue hair.

"I liked him," Masato stated, before sniffling again and curling up in a little ball.

Hijirikawa gathered his son in his arms, nodding for the driver to leave.