A/N - Hello my lovelies. Quick note: For the purpose of this fanfic, none of the Smosh Games crew will be in relationships. This is simply because I don't feel I know any of them well enough to write them. Now that that's done, I hope you all enjoy Kuro Neko. If you didn't know, Kuro Neko is Black Cat in Japanese.

Kuro Neko

"Black Cat"

Chapter 1: Beer

3rd Person POV

"Three cokes, one martini, and one Dark Horse IPA, please."

"One Dark Horse for me too, thanks."

Lasercorn turned to Mari, surprised, "You like IPAs? I thought you wouldn't like something so bitter."

"Are you kidding? C'mon, David. How long have you known me?" Mari turned to the bartender, grabbing their drinks and, followed by David, walked to their booth in the corner. Ian and Anthony were already digging into the appetizer platter by the time they sat down.

"Hey! Leave some cheese sticks for the rest of us!" Joven grabbed a mozzarella stick, nearly getting his fingers bitten off by Ian.

Sohinki grabbed his coke from Mari, "It's too bad Wes had to edit. It would have been fun to have him here," He grabbed a chicken strip from the platter, dipping it in ranch before taking a bite.

"Hey, he's the one who insists on getting things finished three days early. If he wants to be proactive, I'm not gonna stop him," Anthony shrugged.

"He's a workaholic," Ian added through a mouthful of cheese sticks.

Mari laughed as she looked around her. These crazy guys were her best friends, and she couldn't help but feel lucky.

"What're you so happy about?" David watched Mari, a smirk spreading on his face.

Mari smiled back at him, "My best friends are idiots," she gestured at the other guys. Ian and Joven were fighting over the last cheese stick, while Anthony and Sohinki were debating favorite Mario Kart tracks. David laughed with Mari. They looked like a bunch of children with alcohol.

A couple hours and quite a lot more drinks later, the boys were ready to go home. Mari had been careful, nursing her first beer so she could have one by herself before heading home. After seeing the others off, each of them paired in cabs, she went back inside, sat at the bar and ordered another Dark Horse.

David's POV

I took the cab home alone. Ian and had Anthony paired up to go home and so had Joven and Sohinki. They were all way too smashed to go by themselves. Mari and I were the only sober ones by the time it hit midnight. We had to get the others into cabs and safely on their respective ways home, and Since each of the pairs (Ian-Anthony, Joven-Sohinki) lived fairly close to each other, we decided to send them like that. That way they wouldn't be alone, and we could be decently sure they'd get home alright.

I stared out the window, watching the buildings pass by. For some reason, Mari had wanted to stay back alone. I'd offered to drink with her, so we could watch out for each other, but she didn't want to. I have to admit, I was kinda hurt. Mari and I are close friends, she's like a little sister to me, and since we apparently had the same taste in beer, I thought we could be drinking buddies. Guess not.

But it was weird. She seemed a little down at dinner, not her usual cheerful self. She spent a lot of the time staring into her drink. I think the others would have noticed, and Ian probably would have said something if they weren't all too drunk. I didn't push the issue. It's not that I wasn't worried about her, I just didn't want to embarrass her.

When I finally got home I resolved to call her. I wanted to make sure she was ok, considering she was at a bar, in Sacramento, past midnight, by herself.

My stomach flipped. I had a bad feeling something was about to happen.

Mari's POV

"How about I buy you that?"

I jumped probably six feet in the air. There was a tall guy sitting on the stool next to me. A very cute tall guy, I might add.

"Sure," I smiled. Suddenly, the sound of Psy's Gangnam Style filled the bar. That was David's ring, "Hold on a sec, I gotta take this."

I took a few steps away, holding the phone up to my ear, "What's up?"

"Are you okay? You looked kinda down, so I thought I'd check up on you," the voice crackled through the speaker.

"What? David, I'm fine. I just wanted to have a beer by myself. Is that such a big deal?" I whispered loudly into the receiver.

There was a pause before David responded, "Alright, fine. Just... call me if you need anything, okay? Even if it's ridiculously late. I'm your friend. You can talk to me."

If someone told you that Lasercorn was actually a responsible adult, would you believe them? Probably not, but it's the truth. David cares about his friends and would do just about anything for them.

I sighed, exasperated, "I'm fine, David. But if it helps you feel better, I promise I'll call you if something happens."

"Good. Alright. See you at work tomorrow."

"Buh-bye," I hung up. Sometimes David was a little too perceptive, and a little too keen on helping. There were some things that just couldn't be helped.

When I got backto my stool, the guy was no where in sight. I sat, grabbing my beer and taking a big gulp. Something had scared him away, and I could only assume it was me.

"Oh, you probably shouldn't drink that!"

I glanced up. The bartender was rushing toward me.

"I'm sorry, what?" I squinted at him.

He sighed, "I'm not sure you should drink that. I think I saw that guy put something in it."

"What?!" I jumped up, "Why didn't you take it away then?! I just took a huge gulp!"

The bartender stammered out an apology. I started pulling out my wallet to pay but he stopped me, saying that the guy paid for my drink before leaving.

I walked out of the bar after establishing where the nearest medical clinic was. My phone was in my hand as I walked down the street. I was debating whether or not to call David. It'd only been a few minutes so he couldn't possibly have been asleep already. Then again, he was Lasercorn.

I debated a few seconds longer before finally pulling up his contact. The phone had only rung twice when a loud voice was in my ear.

"Mari? Did something happen? What happened?"

The obvious concern in David's voice was slightly comforting. It was like his caring was a safety blanket of sorts.

"Well, this guy kinda... put something in my drink and I kinda... drank it before I found out..."

The line was silent on the other end. Then it exploded.

"WHAT?! HOW DARE HE! WHERE ARE YOU. I'M TAKING YOU TO A HOSPITAL."

I had to move the phone away from my ear or risk going deaf. I heard a door slam and a car starting on the other line, and assumed David was already on his way.

"I'm heading to the Heathview Urgent Care right now. Meet me there," I glanced around. The clinic was still a good block away at least.

"God, Mari. I really hope that was a sugar pill he put in there. I don't know what I'll do if he hurt you," David sounded defeated, like all his anger had transformed into worry. He became like the big brother he'd always been to Mari.

"I'll be fine, David. This is just in case. I'll see you there," I had almost hung up, when a thought occurred to me, "And, David?"

"Yeah, Mari?"

"Thanks for coming. It means a lot to me."

"Of course, Mari. You're one of my best friends."

I smiled before hanging up. I always knew I could count on David, and knowing he was coming with me made me feel light-years better.

On my way to the clinic my head started to throb. I clutched it, feeling it squeeze like it was in a vise. My conscious thought stopped working, pounding to a halt in time with my heartbeat. Any ideas I had about a medical clinic went with it.

I wandered, head in my hands, for God knows how long. Whatever that guy put in my drink, it definitely wasn't a sugar pill.

I was so preoccupied with my pounding headache, that I barely noticed the old lady stooped in front of me befor I was nearly on top of her. I careened to the side, only just avoiding knocking her over. She looked at me curiously.

"My word, what's a pretty thing like you doing here?"

It was at that moment I noticed where I was. Haven Street. The place was well known for attracting a weird crowd. Most f the people who lived there believed in magic and voodoo stuff. There've been stories of people being accosted on the narrow lane by "witches" searching for potion ingredients. 'Dead man's toe' and other such crazy things.

I glanced at the old woman warily. Did she think she was a witch?

"Are you okay, m'dear? You look rather pale," she looked me up and down, a concerned frown on her face.

"I- I'm fine, thank you," I stuttered. My voice was shaking, and my head had started pounding even harder.

"Don't lie to old lady, m'dear. It's bad karma," she reached a hand out to my forehead, feeling for a temperature. I could barely hear her over the blood rushing in my ears. She frowned, clicking her tongue, "You've got a rather nasty temperature... Here."

She pulled a small glass bottle out of her pocket, squinting at the label before slipping it in my pocket.

"That's a tonic of my own making. Don't worry, it's all cinnamon and spices. It should clear you up though. Now let's hurry along m'dear. Not everyone on Haven Street is as amiable as I am."

The old woman took my arm, letting me lean on her, and led me down the narrow street. I could've sworn I saw people lurking in the doorways we passed, but the moment they noticed the woman next to me they slunk back into the shadows. When we finally reached the end of the street, the old woman stopped making me stand up straight.

She pointed toward a busy street, "You should be able to find your way back home from there. Good luck."

I started to wander off before realizing I hadn't thanked her. When I turned to do so, however, she was gone. I started to wander again. Now that I think about it, I don't know why I didn't question the direction she'd pointed me in. After all, she was a total stranger. How could she have known the way to my apartment?

A/N - Well, hope you enjoyed! Please review! I love hearing feedback. Thanks for reading! See ya next chapter!