A/N: Why hello everyone! I have wanted to write a fan fiction like this for a long time, but I couldn't decide if I wanted it to have a happy theme or to be something a little bit darker. So, I have decided to do both!

This story will contain drug use, suggestive and dark themes, eventual romance and foul language. Though most of these themes will be maintained to some degree throughout the story, some will drop as this is a story about recovery, and learning to live and love again.

This isn't your usual 'Akatsuki turned kittens' story! You have been warned. Enjoy!


"...-Honestly Anna, I'm telling you. Lucas is a total d-bag, I don't understand why you put up with him."

I gave a slight nod, my unfocused eyes turning to look towards the girl who was talking to me. Suppressing the chills that started to shake my body, I clenched my fists ever so slightly and gave a light smile, attempting to pull any attention that was on my body away and onto my face. "He can be that way sometimes, I can't lie about that. Then again though, who isn't?"

"I swear, one of these days I'll get through that thick skull of yours Annabelle. Just you wait." Jacklyn gave a sad smile, placing her hands on her knees as she lowered herself to down on the paved curb in front of our workplace. "There is a difference between being a douche sometimes, and being a douche all the time."

I pressed my lips, not responding right away as I started to toy with the pockets of my pants. Finding a large lump residing in my left pocket, I pulled out a large pack of cigarettes and opened its contents, pulling out one of the paper sticks and resting it between my fingers. "I don't understand why you attempt to bring yourself into my love life Jackie. I love you like a sister, you know that, but you also need to understand this from my point of view."

The blonde gave an audible sigh as she adjusted herself along the curb, her short wavy hair rustling with her movements. "I understand your views on this, but that being said you also need to understand mine. I love you, and you should know this by now, but sweet heart - this guy treats you like trash." The displeased look on her face sent a nudge to my heart as I put the pack of cigarettes back into my pocket, attempting to avoid her eyes. "I have been in a similar relationship myself, and you know what happened with that."

"Beaten and bloodied, yes I know." I brought my hands to search my pockets again for a lighter, only to turn up empty with my quest. "Do you have a light by chance?"

Dipping her head, Jacklyn reached into her coat pocket pulling out a pale blue lighter, throwing it in my direction, the small ignition device landing on my lap. "Thanks." I muttered, picking up the lighter. Bringing the cigarette to my mouth, I igniting the lighter with ease, watching as it started burning the end of my cancer stick. Inhaling sharply, I felt my body melt as the tobacco filled my lungs, helping to ease the chills that threatened to show in front of my friend.

"You know, I only carry around lighters for you." Jackie gave a small smile, playing with the toe of her right shoe. Pulling the cigarette away from my face, I arched a brow as I exhaled, a thick cloud of smoke departing from my lungs into the frosty air. "Don't give me that look ya silly goose, you know how I feel about smoking."

Looking over the girl curiously, I nodded for she did have a point. "I completely forgot about that." I took another drag from the cigarette, giving a light yawn shortly after as I attempted to warm myself. "You hate smoking."

"That I do." She gave a light grin, bringing her knees closer towards her body. "Cancer sticks. Honestly, I'm shocked you even picked up the habit."

I grunted in response, throwing the lighter back in her direction. Catching it quickly, she dipped her head in thanks before placing the lighter back in her jacket. After a minute of silence I sighed, taking one last puff of my cigarette before throwing the bud on the ground, squashing it underneath my foot. "What a silly habit.." I mumbled, standing up.

"Don't think you are going to avoid this conversation miss." Jacklyn said, voice booming slightly. I couldn't help but wince at the sudden upturn in her volume, but I gave her a light shrug, turning to look at her fully. "...I'll drop this for now, but really sweetie - if I ever catch Lucas hurting you more than he already has, let me just say." She gave a soft smile, tilting her head to give off a serious yet loving vibe. "His ass will be grass."

"You're cute Jacklyn." I mumbled, letting a smile creep onto my face. Bringing my hand up, I placed it on her short blonde locks, and I ruffled her hair ever so slightly, earning a puff of annoyance from said Jackie. "...Thank you for your concern."

"That's what us un-biological sister's do baby cakes. You would do the same with me." Grabbing the door, Jacklyn threw it open as she made our way back into the work place with myself closely behind.

It was a simple job, one that didn't pay that well but allowed me to get experience in dealing with annoying customers all while being quick about it. This was something I needed to keep up and maintain practice due to the activities I do at home. What was this job?

McDonalds.

Yes, one of the biggest fast food giants of the world. Crappy pay even with hours and hours of hard work. It isn't as bad as what everyone makes this job out to be though, but in the end I do what ever I have to do in order to get paid, even if it means serving customers who are butt heads and dealing with managers who are assholes.

When I am having one of my bad days at work such as this one today, I can always rely on one of my closest friends who also works here. Her name is Jacklyn Marie Brookes. We go back many years, the date that our friendship was established truly unknown. Our parents were friends before we were even born, our ages only a couple of months apart, but the moment we met we became inseparable. I couldn't imagine my life without her.

If I had to describe Jackie with a few word, I would have to say she was an angel sent from heaven. She was smart, bubbly and kind – the type of friend that everyone wants and should have. She was that friend to lean on, that friend who you can come to when you need to let a few tears go without feeling judged. I would often find myself doing the same for her, though I wasn't the type random strangers could come to. No, that was Jackie's speciality.

To top everything off, Jacklyn was beautiful. Short yet skinny, her body radiated with love and support. Her skin was almost white, and her hair was a beautiful golden blonde that fell into beautiful short waves. Her forehead was covered by long side bangs that curled perfectly around her face, framing her beautiful features such as her eyes and her tinted lips. Her eyes were a beautiful pale Grey, one that was warm and shimmered in the day time. Her nose was littered with pale freckles that complimented her skin tone.

To be completely honest, she was perfect. Everything from her body to her soul.

Then there was me.

I knew I wasn't terrible looking, but compared to Jackie I looked like the ugly friend. I wasn't tall, but I wasn't short. I was also very very skinny. My hair was an ashy dark brown, almost bordering black. It was long and thick, falling into various choppy layers, including my very misplaced bangs. I wasn't one to keep up maintenance on hair, so I often just left it down unless I was at work, than it was confined to a hat. My skin was bordering a sickly pale, but I often found myself content with its color. I was never one to find pale people needing to get more color – I often found them gorgeous. Sometime though I found myself wanting to tan, but I knew that wouldn't be possible for I was one who burned more than I tanned. It was a curse really.

There wasn't anything special about my face to be completely honest, but I did find myself in love with my eyes. They truly were my best feature. I had abnormally large rounded eyes, the color of beautiful shimmering emeralds set out in the sun. Jackie always said the eyes are the window to the soul, and honestly I could understand why... That is why I often found myself training my eyes so that no one could understand how I felt.

I often found people comparing myself to a very quiet and peaceful girl, striving for the best in life but I knew that was far from the truth. Honestly, if I could I would fill the shoes of this girl that others described I would, but I often found myself falling into darkness as I try to figure out the real me. Jacklyn always knew there was something more to me, but she would never force me to tell her. She wanted me to come to her on my own terms and inform her of what was going on, but I was never going to let that happen. No one was to ever find out who I was behind closed doors, and this was a significant task due to the fact that I lived with the beautiful blonde.

I wasn't the average 19-year-old, fresh out of school barely making any income while trying to support herself with whatever job she could find while she went off to college.

No, I was Annabelle Jayne Harris. The 19-year-old drug addict with a variety of un-diagnosed mental and health problems who wanted nothing more in life than to figure out who she really was.

No one is to ever find out my secret.

Behind the closed doors of my shared apartment, I would often find myself hiding in the private bathroom connected to my bedroom, avoiding my best friend as I took another hit from my well hidden stash of very illegal; controlled substances.

Heroin was life support, and marijuana was my 'pick me up'.

Now, normal people would ask: How did a once very sweet girl and loving girl find herself getting into hard substances that were known to control someone's life. Weed was something I had always done for many years, dating all the way back to the eight grade. I had various medical issues, and this was one of the ways I dealt with the pain of my sore muscles and joints. I had a medical card, and I often found myself in my truck during my breaks hitting up, making sure I had card in hand. Jackie understood this, and she let it go after she found out the reasons why I turned to the green herb. Hell sometimes she would even join me, but that is another situation that will be explained one a later date.

Heroin on the other hand was my dirty little secret, something in which my boyfriend got me hooked on the moment we started dating.

Lucas was a low end dealer who often was found patrolling the streets of my city, knowing who sells what and how to make the best stuff for the cheapest price. Because of the fact that I was with him, I was constantly given free 'merchandise', and I often found myself in his apartment hitting up in the middle of his living room, almost passing out due to the wonder high we often experienced. It was a way to escape my troubled life, the way it created outer body experiences, slowing my thoughts and calming my mind. It was dream like really, and though I knew the drug would one day end up killing me if I continued to use it, the need for that high got me through the day so I saw no means to stop.

When I wasn't with Lucas, I was at home shooting up or smoking in my private bathroom, bedroom door locked behind. Within closed doors, I would often reach for the emptied and cleaned bottle of 'febreze' that I kept hidden underneath the sink, far away from all the other bottles that were kept in the front. Inside the bottle, underneath the label in the cut back, you would find my secret stash. Needles, pipes and drugs all neatly placed inside the container that no one would expect to look in. Jackie and I had scent allergies, and my mother left the bottle here when she came to visit a year ago, and we both knew she wasn't coming back over any time soon.

Here in my bathroom, I would find myself either smoking or injecting into one of my many veins in the comfort of my bathtub, often stumbling out shortly after. I would end up forcing myself to clean up before wandering to the comfort of my bed which sung my name so peacefully. Here, I would find myself in a daze for hours, drifting to sleep peacefully until my high wore off, and that's when I would re-enter the living room to join my friend and help her with whatever she wanted to do that day.

If Jacklyn ever noticed something off about me, she would never let me know. She didn't ever ask questions like why I locked my bedroom door, or why I would often sleep a lot. She fully accepted my answer of "I just get very tired, and I need some alone time to wind down.", and I was grateful for that, but I knew she probably wondered deep down what I did behind closed doors. I wouldn't blame her, I would disappear for hours only to come out and place my butt on the couch in our living room to take a hit from my trusty bong that resided beside my claimed spot of the comfy furniture. I know I would be curious myself.

When I did finally come to, me and Jackie would often watch one of our favourite shows together, normally consisting of anime. Our laptops would sit close by underneath the coffee table that we often put our legs up on, and we would find ourselves laughing to our hearts content watching the various shows that would flicker on the television. Though out of all the shows we watched, we often found ourselves being called back to our favourite, curious to see what the new episodes held for us, and what secrets the older ones hid. What show was this?

Naruto Shippuden.

I loved everything about the show, the plot, the characters, just about everything. I have watched it since I was in my early teens, and even to this day I watched it with the same amount of enthusiasm as I had back then. To be honest, the show had became a part of my life, Jackie being in the same boat, and often we would read the new chapters or watch the new episodes together. This was one of our various bonding moments that we went out of our way to keep up. Though we would watch other shows, this one had become a part of us, allowing us to enjoy each other and the community to its fullest.

One of the things we enjoyed doing besides watching the show was reading and writing fan fiction. We didn't have a lot of money, so this was something that we enjoyed to the fullest extent, as it allowed us to take part in some fun without having to pay anything. Jackie enjoyed writing stories involving couples, such as Sasuke and Sakura, Naruto and Hinata, all the classics. Romance was her speciality, and I respected her for that. In many ways, it allowed her to mature in situations where people required a love guru, and Jackie fell right into the part.

I on the other hand found myself writing a little bit of everything. I hated reading angst sad stories for I would often find myself in a puddle of my own tears, and that would often ruin my high. Instead, I specialized in a bit of everything, though I did have a guilty pleasure of writing dark and twisted stories.

My favorite characters to write about were the Akatsuki. Each and every one of the characters that existed in the group had their own distinct personalities and views. Some of them were blood thirsty killers with a psychotic mind while otherswere troubled souls with a terrible past, wanting nothing more than to protect certain people. Such as one of my favorite characters, Itachi Uchiha.

I would often find myself in tears, reading his back story over and over while trying to figure out who this man really was. Yes he was a character, but I respected him to the fullest extent. What he did, how he was treated, and how he felt absolutely broke my heart. He was my guilty pleasure to write about, even sometimes during my drug induced haze. It was silly to think how much a character could affect someones views on life and on various other things, but his character was one who I felt truly sorry for, even if I knew his character wouldn't want anyone to feel that way about him. He really was selfless, which was a rarity in this world.

Though Jackie wasn't as fond of the Akatsuki like I was, she respected my decision to base most of my stories around the group of misfits. She would often find herself reading a handful of my stories during a binge, and she often admitted that some of the scenes I would write about were funny or touching, but I knew she was more a fan of the Konoha ninjarather than like me, a fan of the social outcasts.

I let a sigh pass my lips as I returned to my station behind one of the cash registers that were located near the front of the store. Nodding towards my manager, I returned to work, scanning the orders of various people, receiving my daily dose of insults and complaints with Jacklyn by my side, working her own register. One of the plus sides of working with your best friend is when it calms down in the store, I have someone to talk with and actually have a real conversation, not cheap co-worker chit-chat.

"You heading home after work?" The sound of Jackie's voice startled me as I passed off the grease soaked brown bag to a customer, finally catching a break from the mid-day traffic of consumers.

"I will after I stop by my boyfriends place." I said, placing my hands on the counter in front of me to catch my balance. My muscles were aching and my stomach churned, but I attempted to push through, knowing that I was going through minor symptoms of the withdrawal I was feeling. "Need to pick something up. After that, I'll be home."

"You are always picking stuff up from his place." Jackie gave me a slightly annoyed look, and I couldn't help but give a soft smile in an attempt to stifle her upcoming attempt to insult Lucas. Noticing the look on my face, she grumbled something under her breath as she turned in my direction, crossing her arms. "It's probably the sex isn't it?"

Choking on the air around us, I noticed a few of our co-workers turn their ears in our direction, curious to our conversation. "J-Jackie! Not at work..." I stuttered, shock in my voice clear.

"Whatever, whatever." She waved a dismissive hand, plastering a fake smile as another customer came to her cash register, intent on having her alone help her. Quickly she entered her order and served him up, attempting to get back to our conversation. "What you do in your own time is none of my business, but you know I enjoy juicy conversations like this. I may not like the guy, but I need to know. Is he good in bed? That's probably the reason why you keep him around, ne?"

"Jackie please, this isn't a conversation for work." I mumbled, serving my customer. "I'll tell you when I get home, but for now please keep it professional." I smiled towards the woman who I was tilling and she smiled back, and as quickly as she came, she left.

"Fine, gosh you never allow me to have any fun." She grumbled, giving a soft huff. I couldn't help but give a light smile towards the energetic blonde. Jackie was a truly interesting girl. I was lucky to have a friend like her.

The day slowly went on and eventually work ended without a hitch which was a nice way to end the afternoon. Our boss was nice enough to acknowledge Jackie's and my relationship to the point of giving us shifts together. As long as we worked well he was very happy to have us working, but I did notice that he mainly did this to gain Jackie's attention. Almost every man who came into our McDonald's ended up falling head over heals in love with the beautiful Jacklyn, it was almost to be expected at this point. I found it rather funny, and Jackie didn't even have a clue half the time it was happening, so it worked to both of our advantages. If Jackie was happy with me, then Jackie was happy to everyone.

Two pea's in a pod happily co-existing.

Walking out of the employee room, we both turned in the direction of the outside door, intent on leaving as soon as possible. The smell of fries and burgers was something someone could only handle so much.

"Do you want me to drop you off at his place, or are you going to walk there?" Jackie spoke. I turned my head to look in her direction and gave a small smile.

"I can walk. Though if you want to pick me up that would be lovely." A bright smile slid onto her face as we both walked out of the fast food joint in the direction of our shared car. Having a set income had its ups and downs, and one of those downs was we only had enough to buy one car which we both shared.

"Alright, no worries. I'll pick you up at five then, alright?" I dipped my head in response as I passed her to head in the direction of my lover's home. Giving a light wave, we exchanged our goodbyes for the moment and both went on our own ways.

The walk was rather peaceful and I enjoyed the fresh air the was cleaning out my abused sinuses. I personally wasn't a fan of the smell of McDonald's so the city air was a welcoming scent. Breathing through my nose, I gave a soft hum as I reached into my pockets, pulling out my cigarettes and taking one out, placing it in my mouth without a second thought. Instead of placing them back in my pocket, I snapped open my purse and rummaged through the contents, pulling out a half used lighter and throwing the pack in. Lighting the cigarette, I gave a light drag as I continued my journey to Lucas's place at a decent speed, enjoying every step.

Eventually I arrived to his run down apartment, and I looked around the old building until my eyes landed on his apartment door. It was a dark brown, the paint chipping ever so slightly. Whatever piece of metal that was exposed, whether on the lock or the hinges showed signs of rust and age. It was an old building, showing age and abuse but it was sturdy, which is all someone could ask for in this part of town.

Walking up the thick cement steps to his apartment, I gave a light smile as I brought the bud between my fingers,squishing it as I threw it at a trash can that passed as I continued forward. Finally stopping in front of his door, I gave a hard knock, waiting for the door to be answered. We had only been dating for a few months, and as of right now I didn't have a key to his apartment. After a few minutes of silence, and a few tries, I felt a sigh leave my lips as my mood dampened with every passing second.

"I guess he isn't home..." I whispered after letting another minute pass. Quietly I brought my purse out again and rummaged around before finding my phone, sliding my fingers across the screen and entering my password as I searched through my contacts to make a call.

The faint beeping started through the other line as I brought the speakers to my ear. After three beeps, I felt a smile cross over my features as the sound of someone picking up hummed through the speakers of my phone, and a rusty sounding voice spoke on the other end. "Hello?"

Patting my feet on the pavement below, I felt my body sway unintentionally as my loving girlfriend mode kicked in. "Hey there babe! How are you doing today?"

"Anna?" The sound of shuffling and mummers were heard on the other side as Lucas attempted to move around. I felt my brows scrunch a bit as I attempted to pick up the voice in the background, but the attempt failed. "Oh, I'm doing fine. How come you're calling?"

"I wanted to come and visit you, so I stopped by but you aren't here clearly. I wanted to see if I could get... A pickup." I twisted my feet around as I shuffled nervously. I didn't like having a phone record of me asking for sketchy stuff, for I knew if this addiction kept up there was a possibility I might get caught. "I'm running low."

"Ah... I'm actually out-of-town right now." The phone shuffled again as the murmuring on the other side continued as if he was talking with someone else. I found myself biting my lip anxiously as I waited for him to continue. "...My brother and his wife are staying over at my dad's place, so I came up to visit him."

"Oh alright..." I let out a sigh as I continued to bite my lip as my nerves jumbled together. "When will you be back?"

"Soon babe. I'll message you when I can, I'll see if I can hook you up sometime tomorrow with a friend, but for now I'm sorry."

"It's alright, enjoy spending time with your brother." I gave a soft smile despite my insides churning as I thought about waiting. I didn't like dealing with anyone else, I had a hard time trusting people and since my addiction started those trust issues have doubled. If it had to be, it had to be though, and I just decided to accept it. He wouldn't screw me over – I was his girlfriend right? "Love you Hun, I'll call you tomorrow."

"I'll hold you to your word then." I could hear the smirk behind his words as the call ended, the line going quiet as he turned off his phone.

Feeling my smile widen, I swiped my fingers across the screen in an attempt to call Jacklyn, knowing now I would need a pickup. Dialing her number, I brought the phone back to my ear as I started walking down the stairs towards the back-end of the apartment.

After one ring, I felt the phone pick up as my best friends voice chimed through the speakers. "Lemme guess, he ditched on you and you need a pickup?" So straight to the point.

"Nah, he just isn't home, but yes I do need a pickup." I heard her sigh as the jingling of keeps sounded through the other side. "I'll be there in ten, wait up for me by the street."

"'Kay." The phone went quiet as the call ended, and I threw my phone in my bag as I grabbed the railing of the stairs heading down. As I reached the bottom, I looked around the broken down apartment, feeling rather curious as I had about ten minutes to wait.

Walking towards the garbage, the scent of trash burned my nostrils as I came closer and closer. Suppressing a gag, I found myself looking over a large set of boxes, some falling apart and some maintaining their shape. "Looks like someone just moved." I hummed, kicking the bottom of the boxes around curious to see if there was anything still inside. I hate to admit, but I am a very snoopy individual. I don't go out of my way to do it, but when boredom hits I find myself being a little to rough with my curiosity.

As I went along with my ritual, I tapped the boxes with my foot lightly to guess their contents. A large majority were empty, while others sounded as if they were filled with plastic or packing peanuts. Eventually towards the end after finding nothing, I stopped kicking the boxes to retain energy and stood there gazing over them with a bored expression. "Well, they cleaned up well." I mumbled turning to walk away.

Until I heard the faint murmur of meows.

"Meowing...?" Turning back around, I looked towards the section of boxes I hadn't kicked around and looked at the curiously. Finding one box in perfect condition, I looked at it with a raised brow. Walking towards it, I nearly jumped out of my skin as it started to vibrate, various meows filling the air. "Boxes don't meow..."

Crouching down, I unfolded the top of the box to look inside, and I felt my insides jump as I looked towards the furry creatures that resided in said box. "Cats."

Ten pairs of different colored eyes looked in my direction as the box opened up fully, allowing light to shine within. Feeling their stares, I began to feel uncomfortable as I looked towards the colorful kittens and their judging glances. "Who leaves a box of kittens in a place like this?"

Suddenly some of the cats started meowing very loudly as they continued to look at me, eyes never wavering. Looking over their bodies and faces, I felt myself gasp as I looked at the condition some of the cats were in. "You poor things..." I mumbled softly, picking up a bright blue kitten with black markings on its face, watching it try to escape my grasp. "Who could do such a thing to you?" I ran my fingers on top of its head in an attempt to calm it down, itching behind its ears. The other cats meowed below, but I smiled lightly as the blue cat started to slump in my hands, purring softly. "Don't worry guys, I'm not going to hurt you..."

Slowly their meows turned quiet as I continued to run my hand over the vibrant blue cat's ears, massaging over the tender flesh with care. "I'm sorry for whoever did this to you guys... Cruel bastards." Stopping my hand, I placed the blue kitten with the rest of its group, watching as a few surrounded the cat as if they were chatting with each other. The sound of a car pulling up caught my attention as Jackie pulled into the parking lot close by.

"Seriously Anna, I said wait at the road." Her irritated voice echoed through the side of the building as she approached my slouched position. "What are you do-"

"I found cats." I said calmly, watching the felines as their ears perked at another female's voice.

"Cats?" Her eyes seemed to sparkle as her pace picked up, soon ending up by my side. "Aww! They are so cute!"

She brought her hands into the box and scooped up one of the kittens, a blonde one with bright blue eyes. "I have never seen a kitty look like you! You look beautiful!" The cat started to hiss and paw at her hands, but she paid no attention, doing the same motions I did when I picked up the blue kitten. Slowly the kitty calmed down as she started massaging his head and ears, soon lulling the kitten into a dazed state.

"They look as though they may have been abused. They were by the trash, their meowing caught my attention." I spoke, watching her eyes turn to mine, sparkling with excitement. I could feel a sigh threaten to spill as I knew exactly what she was thinking.

"If what you say is true, we are KEEPING them." She giggle lightly as she brought the kitten to her chest and started snuggling it. Looking at the cats face, I noticed a gleam in its eyes, but I paid no attention to it.

"We don't have enough money to raise ten cat's Jackie." I mumbled, bringing my hand to rest inside the brown box of kittens, grazing the heads of a few of them.

"I don't care, I'll pick up a few more shifts. We are keeping them." I pressed my lips, deciding not to respond. If she wanted to keep the cats, that was fine, though she did worry about their money situation. After a few minutes of looking over the kitties, I found my heart starting to melt as their cuteness started to seep in.

"...They are pretty cute..." I sighed, picking up a black kitten with an orange face, noticing one of its eyes closed. Was it injured? I couldn't tell. The black kitten seemed excited as I picked it up, and started to snuggle itself into my hand as I attempted to examine the kitty. Looking at me with loving eyes the kitty mewed, and I felt my heart skip a beat.

I'm a softy for kittens.

"..." I looked towards Jacklyn who had now brought a silver kitten out of the box, also snuggling it into her chest. Said kitten had beautiful magenta eyes, and I couldn't help but give a smile as I looked at its reaction. "...Fine."

"YAAAAY!" Jacklyn plopped the kittens into the box without warning and picked up the box with one swift movement, not waiting for me to follow as she made her way to the car. I couldn't help but smile at her antics but I let out a sigh, shaking my head.

"That girl is something." I scratched the kitten that I held behind the ears and made my way to follow my energetic friend in an attempt to make sure she didn't drop the box. "Don't mind her, she can get a bit excited when it comes to animals." I smiled towards the black and orange kitten, feeling it snuggle into my body as I pressed it into my chest as we continued walking.

Little did I know, these kittens would change my life forever. I really had no idea what was coming.

What did I get myself into?


A/N: Thank you guys for checking out the first chapter! I hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I did writing it!

I will post another chapter sometime later this week – so I hope you guys look forward to the next chapter! Until, enjoy :)