Summary: He was the star in everything, football, baseball, basketball... but not everything.

Character/s: Hamilton Holt

Genre: General

Words: 687

Dedicated to: All my friends in the Madrigals forum and you, dear reader.

Lionize

-to treat or regard as an object great interest or importance

September 24, 2011 - Saturday - 7:46 PM

Hamilton Pierre Holt was always lionized as a football star or a baseball star or a basketball star . . . or any other star of any other sport. He was always despised by the other players of his team; a lot of them wanted to kick him out but couldn't.

"He was a mean person," a lot of his schoolmates had said behind his back. "He is never caring." "He always bullies us." "Why isn't he kicked out yet?" Of course, Hamilton had already heard this multiple times but . . . why would he care? He was always lionized as a star.

He was strolling at a park one day, the tall oak trees standing firm, the wind breezes winding onto his pale face, the sky with a baby-blue color and the sun shining its bright yellow glow – a perfect day.

He was walking like the macho man he was, when a scream was heard from one side. Hamilton looked from left to right on where it came from and couldn't seem to find where it was from, when he heard it again. "Help!"

A cry for help, Hamilton thought. He saw a little girl – not far from where Hamilton was – and he rushed to her. His legs were as fast as that of a leopard chasing its prey, the wind rushing to his face and blowing his blonde hair, he arrived to the scene of the crime. Okay, maybe not really "crime" but . . . the scene nonetheless.

"What's wrong little girl?" Hamilton asked the girl, who had a red-puffy face from crying and shouting.

The girl turned back from the tree that she was looking at and said, "My c-cat is on top that oak tree, sir. And the branch is almost going to fall off and-and, I miss Mr. Tubby so much! C-Can you please help me? I-I would really appreciate it if you could."

The little girl's words struck Hamilton like a lightning bolt. No one was ever that nice to him – well, maybe his mom, but still – she was the only other person that actually talked to him in a kind tone rather than a shaky or tough voice. She was sincere. So he decided to help her.

"Alright," Hamilton said happily. "I'll help you. Just give me a minute or so."

The girl was washed with joy when she heard Hamilton's reply. "Thank you," she quietly whispered to herself.

Hamilton smiled at her and started climbing the tall oak tree. One by one, step by step was Hamilton's strategy. Quickly but surely. His feet were both fast at work and so was his hands. In no time, he had arrived at the top part of the tall oak tree wherein he saw Mr. Tubby.

Now, next problem: How the heck would he get a big, fat, grumpy cat down to its owner?

The answer at Hamilton's mind: I don't know.

"Come here, kitty-kitty," Hamilton said in a small voice. The cat hissed at him. He was taken aback. If the cat's going to be difficult, might as well, give full-force.

Hamilton tried to reach the cat, his right arm stretching to the cat. The cat kept on going backwards, and that was the hard part. "Come on!" Hamilton shouted to the cat, which still refused to go to him. At this point, Hamilton was just hanging onto the tree now. Ugh. Why is this cat so stubborn?

Hamilton stretched his arm further and further. Come on, a few more tries…

After about ten times, Hamilton got the cat by its fat belly. The cat started flailing, it was turning out of control but Hamilton managed. He climbed back down the tree and gave the fat cat back to its owner.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, mister-sir!" the little girl exclaimed. "You're my hero."

Hamilton was struck again, but this time like a thunder bolt. He smiled at the little girl. "Don't mention it." He ruffled the little girl's jet-black hair.

From this little girl's point of view, he was now – not a star – but a lionized hero.

A/N: Hi, guys. :) It's been a long time since I've published a fic and here's a new one. :) Hope you like it. ^-^

So, basically, the purpose of this drabble collection is. . . I don't really know. I just got the idea from my iPod and everyday had a word of the day, so I came up with this. :) I, actually, made a fewer pieces in the past but they were all fail. So, I think this was the best one. o.O

GO HAMILTON, RANDOM GIRL AND MR. TUBBY! 8D

Reviews would be awesome. :)

-Kaye Nightshade

P.S. Thanks, Buko, Wisp, Plum and Snow~! :)