The Hunter's Kitten
The crimson hunter sat in his room, brushing his golden hair. An adorable black-and-white kitten, only a few months old, began playing with the swishing locks.
"Heheheh, you're so cute Mel," spoke the great hunter, "You really do take after her…"
-Flashback-
"Alright, open your eyes!" exclaimed a very happy, brown-haired girl.
Zero looked around. It was an animal shelter. "This is certainly a surprise."
"I thought you'd like something soft and cuddly like me around!" squeaked the ecstatic Iris, "Oh look at that little kitten!"
Iris pointed at an adorable little kitten, only eight weeks old. It had black-and-white fur, with a black "hat" spot on its head, an all-black tail and a wonderful silhouette of Africa on its side. Their large eyes were golden, with big, squee-inducing, onyx-black pupils.
At the same time, the couple said, "We'll take this one." They took the kitten home, and gave it the name Mel since the first thing he did was bury his face in a watermelon. Iris giggled at its cute antics, and so did the formidable Zero. After the kitten had its fill of watermelon, it leapt up onto Iris' lap. There it fell asleep, purring loudly.
"Aww, he's so adorable!" squeaked Iris, "Hehe, Mel almost reminds me of how cute you are!"
"You have a good eye for cats," stated the blushing Zero, "But cuteness is your domain." The couple, blushing redder than Zero's armor, let the kitten nap. It twitched and rolled in sleep, eventually making his way onto Zero's lap, purring ever louder.
-End of flashback-
Stroking the kitten, Zero spoke with an adoring tone, "You really are keeping me happy. Just like she'd said you would." Taking on an uncharacteristic amount of kindness, Zero and the kitten lied down on his bed, lost in a world of their own. There was the Hunter and the Kitten, playing with feathers and strings, purring in harmony, sleeping and dreaming together. For the first time since the Fourth War ended, Zero was smiling, with a kitten on his chest, both sleeping so peacefully.