A/N: You asked for it so here it is. A lot of people have been pretty much begging me to write another one of these for the last two years. This isn't really a sequel to Speak Out but it certainly follows its continuity which any other Fifi/Furrball stories I write will also.
This story is gonna focus more on comedy as I want to try more of that but don't worry, I'll put some romance in there for ya'll as I know that's what you want. I feel it's a nice change from the usual dramatic/romance pieces I write. Enjoy!
All characters belong to Warner Bros…except the ones that don't.
Scaredy Cat
A low boom of thunder echoed through the night of Acme Acres.
Rain poured down onto the city, the sounds of drops tinkling against window panes. A few cars passed in the late night, splashing up water from puddles, threatening whoever was brave or stupid enough to be out with a dirty shower. Such ugly weather could cause a whole range of emotions or events. Children may be shivering in their beds, terrified of the thunder or people's bad knees may have been acting up with the down pour. Joggers would be annoyed that they would have to get their brand new runners dirty or a would be camping trip could be canceled.
But sometimes weather as bad as this could be easily ignored when you have the right distractions.
In the bedroom of our favorite purple skunk, she found herself with her lips locked with our favorite blue feline. Furrball ran his hand down her slender leg and gave the outside of her thigh a gentle squeeze. Fifi grinned mentally. She pressed her self harder against his bare chest and caressed his stomach and back, enjoying the feel of hard muscles underneath her fingers. The blue alley cat growled in approval.
He grabbed her gently by the rear and lifted her up against him, the French beauty slowly grinding her hips on his lap. Furrball moved his lips down to her neck and gently suckled on the sweet flesh underneath her purple fur. Fifi leaned her head back and gasped slightly, her long hair falling behind her. She dug her fingers into his back which only caused Furrball to intensify his action.
"Oh Ryan…I need this so bad after that week." She whispered. Furrball smiled and nibbled at her neck.
"Hmm. I could tell after the way you grabbed me when I picked you up at the airport. Not exactly the most professional way for a rising model to conduct herself."
"I couldn't help it. I missed you." Is all she said. Furrball brought his gaze up to hers and brushed away a few bangs that hung loosely in front of her face.
"I missed you too."
He kissed her softly, taking in her sweet taste. Fifi moaned in his mouth and slowly slipped her fingers around the waistband of his boxer. Furrball's own fingers found themselves at the hook of her lacey new bra that she bought just for him.
BANG!
A loud crash echoed through out Fifi's home causing her to jump and wrap her arms tightly around Furrball's neck.
"What was that!" She cried out. Furrball tried to answer but found it hard as his throat was tightly constricted at the moment.
"Feef…can't breathe…" He wheezed. Fifi looked down and saw her boyfriend turning an even deeper shade of blue. She quickly released him and gave an apologetic grin.
"Sorry baby."
BANG!
Another crash rang out and Fifi reacted again, this time flailing her arms out in fright. Unfortunately this time, the back of her hand caught Furrball in the face and caused him to fall, flipping off the side of the bed.
The purple skunk pulled the sheets up to cover herself and gazed frightened at the bedroom door. Furrball stood up wobbly and pinched the bridge of his nose to make sure it wasn't broken.
"Jesus Feef, you should have been a cage fighter." He said. Fifi crawled over to him and grabbed his arm, pulling him close to her. "There's something downstairs!" She whispered.
"I think it was the thunder."
"That's no thunder! It sounded like the pans over the counter falling down!"
"Relax babe," Furrball said, sitting down next to her. "It's nothing okay? The weather is just playing tricks on you. Now where were we…" He mumbled and planted a kiss on her shoulder.
Fifi pushed away and gave him a bewildered look.
"Really? There's strange noises coming from downstairs in the middle of the night and all you can think about is getting lucky?"
"But you said you needed it!"
"Yes but I also don't need a crazy psychopath burglar mounting my head on his wall!"
Furrball crossed his arms and raised a brow in doubt. "I highly doubt that. It's probably just the thunder or…the Amish."
"I see. Then maybe you should go down there and check Monsieur Courageux." Fifi responded copying his stance as well as his facial expression. Furrball dropped his arms as well as his jaw.
"You just said there could be a psycho down there and now you want me to go see what's up in my underwear?"
Fifi's answer was that of throwing his jeans at his face.
"There. Pants on. Downstairs. I'll watch from the stairs."
Furrball sighed and slipped his jeans on. Fifi put on a robe and grabbed his arm as he opened the bedroom door. He peeked his head out and looked in both directions of the hallway. Nothing. Slowly he made his way, with Fifi clinging to him all the while, to the stair way. Furrball turned to her and couldn't help but smile.
"So what's your plan when I get decapitated and he comes for you?"
"Like you said," She said with a grin, "I should have been a cage fighter."
She kissed him on the nose and gave him a reassuring squeeze. Furrball shook his head and chuckled, heading down the stairs and into the darkness.
His feet made soft padding noises on the tiles as he crossed the kitchen. He fumbled around in the dark, looking for the light switch. The plastic tip of the switch graced his fingers and he flicked it up. Bright light illuminated the room, causing Furrball to shield his eyes for a moment. After letting them adjust, he scanned the kitchen.
Everything looked in order. The fridge was upright and closed. The dishwasher was off. All the cupboards and drawers were closed and nothing seemed to be missing.
"Are you dead!" Fifi yelled from upstairs.
"Not yet! But he could be hiding in the oven!" He shouted back.
Furrball walked around the counter looking for whatever had caused the crash. He didn't find anything but noticed out of the corner of his eye something sticking out from under the stove. He bent down and reached under, feeling a cool metal handle. Pulling out the object, he discovered that is was a ladle. Above the stove was a set of hooks with various utensils that hung from them. There was one missing.
The blue cat fiddled with the ladle, trying to figure out how it fell. But he figured there was no dangerous or paranormal reason for it so he put it back. Turning around, Furrball started back to the stairs but stopped again as he noticed something else. A brass vase that held some flowers had been knocked over on a nearby table. He picked up the vase and flowers, setting them back up. Seeing the water on the floor, he went to grab some paper towels when suddenly something small and black swooped down past his face.
"Gah!" He cried out ducking down.
"What! Is it Monsieur Voorhees! Or that weird Leprechaun thing from the eighties!"
Furrball spun around looking for whatever it was and soon spotted it, nestled in the corner of the roof. Peering at it, he saw a black tiny furry body with leathery wings attached to it.
"No! It's Ozzy Osbourne!"
"Que!"
"It's a bat!"
Furrball watched the little creature clean its wings in curiosity. "So you're the little trouble maker huh?" He said to himself. Fifi joined him in the kitchen and saw the bat in the corner grooming itself. She brushed back her hair and tilted her head.
"That's what did it?" She asked.
"Apparently." Furrball said and grabbed a broom from a nearby closet. He cautiously made his way towards the bat, a tight grip on the handle.
"Go open the door Fifi." He said and the purple skunk hurried over to a multi framed glass sliding door. She opened it and stood to the side. Furrball then took a swing at the bat, careful not to hurt it but scare it. The bat flew down and swooped around causing him to swing the broom wildly.
"To the left! No right! Behind you! The left again!" Fifi shouted from the side. "Not helping!" Furrball shouted back, ducking another swoop. He rose up and turned around just in time for the bat to dive down and latch on to his face.
"Get it off! Get it off!" He screamed and flailed about wildly.
"Over here Ryan! Bring him over here!" Fifi shouted.
"Just shoot it! I can live with a hole in my face!"
Furrball ran towards the sound of his girlfriend's voice. As he neared the open door way, he tripped over his own feet and fell to the ground with the sound of shattering glass. The bat flew up from his face and into the stormy night.
"You did it Ryan! My hero!" She shouted with a smile and knelt beside him. Furrball sat up groggily and then suddenly hissed in pain. Fifi saw that he was clenching his left arm and gasped when she could see a deep gash that was bleeding quite fast.
"Mon dieu! Ryan your arm! What happened?" She asked worriedly. Furrball looked at his arm then looked to the door and saw that there was a broken pane from one of the frames in the door.
"I must have broken the glass when I fell and cut myself."
"That looks nasty."
"I'm fine." Is all he said and tried to ignore the blood seeping through his fingers as he covered the gash. Fifi frowned at him and moved his hand. The cut was deep and blood quickly rose from it, mixing with his blue fur.
"You need stitches and probably a tetanus shot. Get a shirt on, we're going right now." She ordered, heading back up to the stairs. Furrball staggered to his feet and followed her.
"Going where?" He asked nervously. Fifi didn't answer at first but re emerged from the bedroom and threw a shirt at him with one hand, a roll of gauze from her bathroom in her other.
"Where else? The hospital." She said, wrapping his arm up. Furrball said nothing but Fifi noticed his ear with the chunk of flesh missing started to twitch. She cocked an eyebrow at him in confusion.
"What's wrong?" She queried.
Furrball opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. His eyes darted from side to side nervously and his tail flickered back and forth.
"Uh…I think you're making too big a deal out of this Feef. I mean, the bat didn't bite me and you sew right? We can just do the stitches here. Come on, it'll be fun!"
"Did you hit your head too? That's crazy Ryan."
"You're crazy."
"What?"
"What?"
"Ryan what are you doing?"
"What are you doing?"
Fifi put her hands on her hips and starred at him intently.
"Why are you acting this way?"
"Why are you acting this way?"
"Seriously Ryan, what the hell are you doing?"
"What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm trying to make sense as to why my boyfriend is acting like a complete nut job right now!" She yelled at him in disbelief.
"That's what I'm trying to say!" Furrball yelled back. The two stood there for a moment in awkward silence. Fifi stared at him slacked jawed but soon took a deep breath and folded her hands together.
"I am going to get changed then we are getting in the car and going to the hospital." She spoke in a calm and slow voice. With that, she went back into the bedroom leaving Furrball in the hall, a bead of nervous sweat trickling down his forehead.
The two former Tiny Toons sat in silence as Fifi drove through the rain. The squeaking of her Cadillac's window wipers and the weather outside the only sound filling the car. She pulled up to a red light and fastened her hair into a pony tail. She looked at Furrball in the passenger seat as she fixed her scrunchie. The cat bounced his right knee in a nervous rhythm and he was occasionally clawing at his jeans, tearing out tiny strands of denim.
"Ryan, please tell me what's going on with you." She pleaded, hitting the accelerator as the light turned green.
"Nothing. Nothing at all." He replied in a less than casual tone. "Just going to the hospital…fun times at the ole hospital…"
"I see." Fifi said tiredly.
"You know what? I need more exercise. I'll walk to the hospital and meet you there." He quickly stated and tried to open the door. Before he could get the latch open, Fifi hit the lock button on her side. Furrball pawed at the locks trying to get them open but to no avail.
"Damn your childproof locks!" He hissed.
"Ryan please! You're scaring me." Fifi begged, worry covering every letter in her words. Furrball sighed and leaned his head back into the head rest.
"I…don't like hospitals." He mumbled.
"Okay. So you're afraid of hospitals. That's not a big deal. Lots of people are."
"It's not that I'm afraid," He pointed out, a stern glare coming from him, "I just don't like them."
"Okay. What don't you like about them?"
"I don't know…everything I guess."
"What's not to like?" Fifi asked, taking a left at another light. "They only have equipment, medicine and doctors that save lives."
"Not all doctors are great saviors of humanity you know. Dr. Kevorkian, second degree murder. Dr. H.H. Holmes, serial Killer. Dr. Doom, enemy of the Fantastic Four and all of mankind. I just don't like em."
"Uh huh. And how do you feel about needles because you're probably going to get one." She said, a mischievous grin playing on her lips.
"Needles?" Furrball repeated, a lump forming in his throat.
It was going to be a long night.
A/N: Yay! First Chapter down. This story might come off as a little weird for these two I guess but it's a lot of fun to give Furrball more personality and traits, seeing as he never really had any in the show save but a few. He seems like the type that would avoid hospitals and a friend of mine acts the same way around hospitals. He gets all weird and starts saying the oddest things. So I though it would be fun to give Furrball a little tic like that.
Stay tuned for Chapter 2!