Where's my Samurai?
"I've been searching for a man,
All across Japan,
Someone who is strong,
But still a little shy,
Yes I need, I need my Samurai.
Ay-ee, ay-ee, ay
I'm you're little butterfly,
Green, black and blue make the colours in the sky..."
The song played throughout the female cats head as she wandered blindly through the dark, filthy streets of...
"Kono basho wa nanidesu ka?"
Her voice was small and quiet as the Japanese words rolled smoothly from her lips. She looked around the unfamiliar area in fear and confusion. Old coke cans littered the paved ground with one or two dust bins in this area. A variety of crisp packets, chocolate wrappers and other junk scattered the ally way as the smell of rotting meat and other foods filled the air, but over all, it was the smell of toxins from cars and factories that got to her.
The female cat stood on her two, bottom white feet and held her light brown paws close to her fluffy white chest. Her long, brown, bushy tail swished around irritatingly as her blue eyes scanned the scene.
She flinched at every creak, turned to every sound, and jumped at the slight movement of a shadow.
Her ears were already flat against her head as her pink nose twitched. Her mouth closed shut as she tried listening to the sounds around her over the loud thudding of her own heart. Her white muzzle seemed to move with her small mouth as she muttered,
"Am I still in Japan? Or am I somewhere else? I wouldn't be surprised if I'm on the other side of the world..." Her voice had a deep Japanese accent.
She cuddled herself as an unpleasant breeze blew through her fur. She walked toward an exit of the ally way, as she did so; she looked up toward the towering buildings that stood either side of her. The clouds in the sky were dark and rather frightening. The cat shivered still not looking where she was going.
BAM!
She groaned and rubbed her aching forehead. She sat up and gasped, realising she had walked right into someone. She got to her feet and went slightly closer to the stranger on the floor facing away from her. She couldn't make out if they were hurt or not, as most of the ally was made of shadows.
"Oh my, Watashi wa hontōni gomen'nasai! Are you okay?" The figure stood up and turned to her fierily.
She stumbled back in fear as the shadow revealed itself. This was not a cat, like her... but a dog.
She couldn't identify what kind of dog, but a stray one defiantly, With such uncombed brown fur; red blood shot eyes, and so many scars to the face.
The dog growled ferociously. "You're gonna get it now, cat!"
The cat girl fled with the dog barking and snapping at her heals.
A chubby white cat wondered the streets. The city was no place for him; it was tamed and paved. He had been on many adventures with his two brothers, but it had been so long since their last 'adventure', but not even that had satisfied his want of being the brave highland warrior he was. The brave cat known as Gordon Quid.
Gordon ran one paw across the left side of his head, where an orange patch covered his fur and sighed.
"What I would give for a little excitement..." He sighed in his recognisable Scottish accent.
That's when he heard it. A feminine scream followed but the cries for help. His ears perked up as he looked for the source of the desperate cries. His senses led him to a nearby ally way. His light green eyes peeked around the building, he gasped. From what he could see, a small brown cat had been backed into a corner by a large dog. He listened to the dog's words.
"I always wondered if cats really had nine lives, looks like I gonna find out if that's true or not..." He raised one clenched paw, and upon opening it, revealed long, dirty claws. The cat backed back as best she could against the wall and high fence.
"Please! Hottoite Kure! HELP!" She cried desperately. The dog merely chuckled.
"Save your breath, Kitty-cat... It'll be your last!" He edged forward. The female cat curled into a small bundle as her last attempt to help herself. The dog raised its claws high above his head.
That was where Gordon stepped in. He grabbed an abandoned coke can and threw it at the hounds head. The dog flinched as the can hit him in the back of the head. He turned to see Gordon standing there with a plank of wood at the ready.
"What's the big idea, chubby? If you know what's good for you you'll scat!"
Gordon stepped forward bravely, his heart beat against his chest but he simply glared at the dog.
"Listen here, fowl hound... You'll leave this wee Lassie alone or you'll have to deal with me!" Gordon directed toward the small cat still cowered in the corner then back towards himself as he spoke.
The dog leapt at Gordon. Gordon dodged the dog attack and whacked the hound in the head. The dog collapsed to the floor, before standing on all fours, his shoulders pointed high, wet saliva oozed from his muzzle and his claws and teeth were bared.
Gordon spun the wood around in a circular fashion and stood heroically in front of the girl cat. The small cat peeked between her paws, looking up at her saviour. She could only see he was a chubby white cat with an orange patch over one eye and ear, and a stubby orange tail.
The dog leapt toward Gordon and pushed him over, Gordon dropped his only weapon as he was forced into the brick wall. The plank of wood landed by the female cat. She looked at the plank of wood, then at Gordon, backed against the wall ready for another attack from the dog, slowly closing in on him.
The cat girl gasped silently as a voice in her head echoed, "Baka! What are you doing? Why are you hiding? The least you could do is help!" She looked back at the plank of wood and quickly scooped it up in her paws. She shakily stood up and stepped closer behind the dog. Gordon glared at the dog, being able to smell its fowl breath within the meter length that separated them; he didn't notice the plank of wood rise behind the dogs head.
CRACK!
The wood cracked in two as the dogs sharp claws slashed through the wood and against the cat girl's furry cheek. She fell to the ground with a yelp as her cheek bled. Gordon gasped as the dog began to edge towards the helpless female, teeth and claws bared. Gordon did the first thing that came to mind, he pounced on the dog and sent them both tumbling forward, just missing the injured cat. Gordon stopped himself from rolling as his foe crashed into the brick wall.
As the dog lay there, knocked out cold, Gordon quickly turned his attention to the mystery cat he had just saved. He knelt down in front of her and lifted her head up with one of his paws to see her face better. Blood oozed through her white, cheek fur, bits of dirt camouflaged itself among her dark brown fur, and her back paws muddy and bruised. Gordon nearly choked at the sight, feeling sorrow and pity for the injured cat.
He couldn't just leave her here, dogs may come scavenging around the area and find her, weak and defenceless. Not only that, the dog he had just fought could awake before her and...
He shook the thought from his head and scoped the sleeping cat up in his arms. He knew she wouldn't survive if he left her out here alone, he had to help her.
As he carried her back to the mansion he shared with his cat brothers, he thought to himself.
"I sure hope Mr. Blik won't plan on throwing the wee lassie out, He can be that heart less... but if I keep this a secret... he won't be able to throw her out."
That settled it; he'd sneak her into the mansion and heal her wounds.
"I just hope Blik doesn't find out..." He muttered, walking up towards the mansion.