I know I should be finishing my in progress Hetalia story, but I could not resist at least starting my next tale.
The story may drift into a more serious tone if readers wish and may even involve more *intimate* interaction between the characters if it is requested.
Right now I am experimenting with my new fandom and some of my ships. If you do not enjoy it, I really don't mind. It is fun to write.
Though really, please enjoy! I look forward to criticism for my work. Please try not to be too hateful.
The sun had just began to rise as Dirk exited the nightclub, his long weekend nights starting to get to him. The long trek back to his apartment did not bother the stoic blonde. He just wanted to get home so he could rest for the short while that he had. As he neared his building, a soft cry sounded from the far corner of the entrance. Though he wanted to ignore it and keep walking, a shrill, louder cry stopped him. "Cats..." He muttered as two furry balls of gray appeared from the corner. The cats had unusual eyes that consisted of a yellow outer ring, which wasn't too abnormal, but a dark gray inner ring. The scrawnier feline had sparks of red erupting from the abyss of its dark concrete pupils which gave it an even odder appearance. This cat then proceeded to paw at Dirk's arm, claws gracing over flesh without leaving a mark. The nails matched the yellow of his eyes. It meowed softly, almost in a begging manner, as it pawed gently at the human's bare arm. "You lost, cat?" He asked, earning a questionable meow that sounded almost like 'yes'. Against his better judgment, he picked the two cats up ad headed up the long flights of stairs that led to his apartment.
As the three climbed the stairs, the cats reacted in vastly different ways. The cat with reddened eyes stayed still and tense while the other cat meowed loudly and squirmed in his arms. Dirk struggled to open the door as the latter feline fidgeted about. When the door swung open, the two cats pounced inside and frantically looked around. Once the door was shut the calmer cat ran toward it, pawing for escape. The second cat was stalking around as if he owned the place, rubbing his face against furniture and the walls and shedding on the floor. It was amusing to watch until another door opened, causing the animals to stop their exploring and glare toward the invading presence of a new human.
"Dirk, what the fuck am I looking at here?" The speaker had just woken up, his unhidden red eyes burning in aggravation toward tired orange eyes.
"They were rotting out there in the heat. Figured I'd give you something to be responsible for since you don't really do much around her. Pick a cat."
"Dude, no way in hell am I taking care of a flea-ridden fur-ball. Kick them back to the curve."
"Dave, pick a cat or I'll stop feeding you in order to feed them." Though the younger would never admit it, the childish threat actually frightened him slightly. He could never be sure when his psychotic brother was being serious or not.
"Fine, but we can hardly feed ourselves as is. If you want one keep one. Get rid of the other one." Dave demanded as he picked up the fluffier cat. Mewling and yowling filled the room at the idea of only letting one stay. The cat in Dave's hands sliced its claws deep into his shoulder, tearing at his favourite shirt. "Did you pick these cats up in hell or something!? Get off of me." He shouted as he threw the demon spawn away, grimacing as it landed perfectly on its feet. The two cats stood together, hissing at the Striders. "Great pick, bro, you found the most demented cats alive. Let's just drop them off with the Lalondes or something." Again the two cats protested as if they understood the plan to evict them. Dirk shook his head and approached the felines, one holding its ground and the other backing away.
"I'm keeping them both. You don't run this household, lil' bro, so you don't have the authority to get rid of something without my permission. Besides, maybe having a cat will give you something to do besides waiting for him to ask you out already." The cats' ears perked at the mention of a potential relationship and both sat up to listen attentively. The boys paused to note the odd behaviour of their new pets before continuing.
"I have no idea what you are talking about. If I take the cat will you stop being delusional?"
"We can find out." The elder replied cooly to his brother's rude comment. Silence fell between the two as the inevitable strife was about to happen. Just as one brother began to unsheathe his sword, the more docile cat meowed in protest. Dirk nearly dropped his katana to catch the scrawny cat that jumped into his arms. "Guess we'll settle this later..." He muttered, exiting the room with his new pest in an oddly slow and quiet manner, leaving Dave alone with his angry cat. The two stared at each other coldly as if hate and distrust could be passed through eye contact alone.
"What do you want, cat? I don't have anything for you. Just sit out here and behave." The teen walked away from the strange cat and entered his messing room, slamming the door shut behind him.
"Meow."
"What?" Dave turned to see the cat sitting on his bed, a look of confusion on its face as he pawed at the soft surface. "How did you get in here. You were just on the couch." The cat did not respond or even acknowledge the question. He simply continued to analyze the bed. "it's for sleeping. Get off." Dave picked up his new pet and tossed him on the ground, receiving a hiss from the animal. It almost sounded like the cat had hissed 'Fuck you too!' as it scurried into the crowded closet to hide. Dave groaned as the cat made loud meows and moved things over aggressively from inside the dark space. "I don't have time for you, demon cat. I have music to make." With that said the younger boy put headphones on and forgot about his new problem while busying his mind with work.
"Meow."
"Stop."
"Meow."
"Please stop?"
"Meoooooooow!"
"What do you want from me, cat, I'm busy." The exasperated human muttered without a glance in the cat's direction. The two were as far from each other as possible without the feline having to hide.
"Mrow."
"Seriously, I'll kick you out. You can go back to wherever it is you came from." The cat stopped making noise as it contemplated the threat. Dirk glanced over to see the cat's fur standing on end and his back arched. "You can't possibly have understand me. That's illogical." He stated as if to reassure the fact to himself, walking over to the cat to examine its actions. He attempted to pick it up and earned a few slices across his tanned arm. It sounded as if the cat was hissing 'go away' before it hid under the bed. He looked at his new wounds, the cat's claws having shredded at his skin in a way he didn't think was normal. He could still hear hissing from under the bed. "Maybe I should reconsider letting them stay here..." Just as he planned to get back to work his phone went off. The text on the screen was a familiar green.
'We need to talk.'
'Okay, what about?' The following message made the orange-eyed boy frown. He swiftly exited the room, tossing the phone on the bed before slamming the door shut. He left the house before Dave could notice, music blaring to cover his abscond. The elder cat crawled out from his hiding spot and jumped on the stiff bed. He glanced at the message and immediately lept to the door, pawing for escape. The green text was burnt into the feline's mind.
'It's over.'
I'm currently working on chapter two so hopefully it won't be long before the next installment.
Have a nice day, thanks for reading!
(When did I become so happy? I guess it is the genre switch...)