Author's Note: For people who have also read my other fics: I'm sorry! I'm just not inspired anymore... -Clears her throat- Yeah, about this new one, I got the idea from a picture I saw at dA, so originally it's not my idea. I just wrote it out. As soon as I find the picture the artist will get the credit for it!
Disclaimer: Naruto is copyright to their respective owners. I am not making money for writing this fanfiction, I write it for my own enjoyment.
Chapter One
It all started when Naruto was adopted by two of the nicest people in the world. Or that was what he called them.
He especially liked them when they gave him salmon for dinner. Or tuna. Or any fish for that matter. The only food he didn't like was tinned food. It always had this strange metal taste, like the food in the pet shop where he came from. But that he was picky about his food didn't mean he was vain.
Naruto was just an ordinary kitten – a yellow-orange European shorthair, if it mattered to say so. He had normal problems, like any other kitten his age, - where did the mouse go? Where is it! -, but if he had any, the humans never understood him if he tried to talk to them. They would just pet him on the head and continue what they were doing. So Naruto labelled them as simple creatures not smart enough to understand him or other kittens. But he still thought they were nice, they gave him food and housing – and sometimes a toy to play with -, but that was all.
He figured that if they were gone, he could catch his own food – although he didn't really know how to catch fish – and live wherever he wanted to live. The humans weren't really necessary.
And, as an extra, there would be no one to push him of the couch when he had finally found a warm spot, or someone that would punish him when he came into the room, proudly announcing he had caught his first mouse. (He didn't find them edible, though, with all that fur.)
After all that thinking – it actually gave him a headache -, he found out he was the most important person in the house. He was the one who it all was about. He said when they were going to eat, he said when they were going to sleep and he said when they wake up. The only thing was that he couldn't say when they had to leave. That was his only problem. So it was quite special every time they left him alone in the house.
Today was one of those days. The male had left early in the morning – he did that five days, and than he stayed home for two days, Naruto never understood why – and the female had just left a couple of minutes ago. Naruto knew that when she came back, she would've brought some fish for him. He could always smell it, even when it was still in her bag.
Most of the time he would walk into the kitchen and nuzzle her leg, after which she gave him his fish.
Strangely he didn't want to eat fish today. He wanted to go outside and feel the fresh air tingling against his furred skin. But it was currently raining. Not that that would stop Naruto, he wasn't afraid of a little bit of rain.
Naruto jumped of the table he had been sitting on and looked around to see if there was an open window. Not finding anything downstairs, he walked to the hallway and jumped to the first floor in a matter of seconds, using his leanness as a cat.
Not finding any open windows on the first floow too, he looked at the stairs towards the attic. He had never been there before.
Carefully he placed his right front paw on the first step. It just felt like the stairs to the first floor. But as the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat. Two minutes later, he stared at the half-open attic window. It was just open enough to let him through.
Not even doubting his choice, he jumped up to the window and dug his claws in the wood when he almost slipped away. For a couple of seconds his hind legs kicked helplessly in the air before they found some ground underneath them.
With difficulty he crawled over the edge and stuck his nose in the air. Did rain smell like this? He leaned further out of the window and a couple of raindrops landed on his small face.
Suddenly his front paws slipped forwards and he lost his balance. He slid down all the way over the tiles towards the edge of the roof. He had never been so scared before in his entire life. Luckily (or perhaps not so luckily) he got stuck in the gutter.
''That was a quite entertaining sight, you know,'' Naruto looked up and saw a white cat with, strangely, two red stripes under his eyes, sitting on the nearest fence.
Embarrassed, he started cleaning his paws. ''It's nothing I would do now,'' the white cat said and Naruto noticed he had jumped on the roof, ''but I'd certainly do it if I were your age. The ladies like that.'' With grace he walked towards Naruto until he had reached him. ''Now, put your front paws right here – no, not there, here! – and try to pull yourself up. Use your tail to balance yourself.'' The old cat waited patiently while Naruto struggled.
''Can't you help me!'' The shorthair finally yelled.
The white cat looked up. ''Oh. I thought you were already finished. Try again.'' Naruto grumbled something and finally, after a lot of tries, he got back on the roof and sat down, panting.
''You're a housecat, aren't you?'' The white cat asked. Naruto nodded. ''Do you want to go back inside?''
This time, Naruto shook his head. ''I've been inside long enough! I'll show the world who I am!''
The other cat blinked at the young one's outburst. ''Say, what's you name, kitten?''
''Naruto,'' the cat proudly said, ''and I'm not kitten, I'm already seven months!''
The older cat rolled his eyes. ''Tell me you're not a kitten anymore when you've reached the age of five.''
Naruto pouted. ''Hey, old cat, do you know where I can go now?''
''You could go to the Hocat.''
''The Howhat?''
''The Hocat.'' He cleared his throat. ''Go that way,'' he pointed with his tail to the right, ''and when you get there ask for the Hocat or Sarutobi. Good luck, kitten.''
He sat up and sprinted to the ridge of the roof. ''I'm not a kitten ya old cat!'' Naruto yelled after him.
He sat up himself and walked, still a bit unbalanced, in the direction the other cat had pointed out. When the roof ended, he jumped onto the nearest fence and from there on the ground.
''Where to go no?'' He mumbled. Now he noticed he was cold, hungry and stiff. And it wasn't just raining. It was pouring!
So here he was, a soaked cat that did not know where to go, and that longed to some fish. ''Bah..'' He mumbled. And that was when he saw the other cat under the lean-to, patiently waiting for the rain to stop.
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People always say at the end of their fics, Read and Review, but if it's at the end of the fic, what's the point of reading it again? (Not that I haven't done it myself, just realised it...) So I'll just ask the people who have read my fic (or I hope they did), if they can leave a review. If they want to. Of course. -Shifty eyes- ..I'm not a review-junky, nope, most certainly not.. -Mumble-