Okay, so long story short. I was watching Date With Destiny the other day and I had a weird thought: what would a date between Kitten and Fang be like? I have no idea why, but I felt like writing about it! (It's a bit of a drabble.) It's Fang and Kitten dates! Interrupted sometimes, by the Titans, of course. And maybe even Killer Moth. So... my first idea for one of their dates shall begin!
Disclaimer for TT and all characters, as well as anyone with the emails that I used for the story. If you, or someone you know has the email, it's purely coincidental.
"Daddy, Fang hasn't asked me out on a date in ages!" Kitten whined to her father. "Make him ask me out on a date! It's so unfair, and I don't get why. Why won't he call me? All he does is text me, and occasionally email me. But he never calls!" Kitten paced about in her bright pink bedroom. The villain Killer Moth sat on his daughter's (pink) bed.
"I don't know, sweetheart," he rumbled. "I'm sure he's just preparing something amazing for you. Don't worry about it, Kitten. You really shouldn't be too upset."
Kitten stuck out her bottom lip in a pout. "But Daddy! You don't get it! Tomorrow's our two month anniversary! It's a big deal! If my Fangy-poo forgets it I'll never forgive him. Then, I'll have to break up with him. And then I'll be boyfriend-less. Do you know how awful that would be?"
Killer Moth looked helplessly at his spoiled daughter. "Sweetheart, just trust me when I tell you that it's all going to be okay." Mentally, he told himself that he would have a chat with "Fangy-poo" and make sure he did something unbeatable for Kitten. It would make every other girl on the planet jealous.
"B-b-but Daddy," Kitten said, her voice breaking. "It's tomorrow. I-I don't know what I'd do if he forgot!" Killer Moth reached out and awkwardly stroked his daughter's perfect looking blonde hair. He stood up and offered Kitten a very forced looking smile.
"Now, now, Kitten," he said. "You get some sleep. It's almost midnight and you will want to look good for Fang tomorrow, won't you?"
This brought out a surprisingly cold smile from Kitten. "Good point, Daddy," she said, her voice suddenly calm. "If Fang remembers it, then I'll want to look the best I can possibly look for him. However! If Fang forgets about us, then I'll have to make him very, very jealous."
"That's the right idea," Killer Moth said. "Goodnight, honey." Killer Moth quickly turned and left, not wanting to remain in that pink prison for any longer then he had to.
"Bye," Kitten said distractedly as she sidled up to her makeup table. She grinned again as she spotted her favorite eyeliner and lipstick.
Kitten was still smiling when she fell asleep, half an hour later.
The next morning, Kitten was sitting at her desk, booting up her laptop. Opening up her email, she saw she had twelve emails. The most recent one was from SpiderFang and with the title of: Date?
Kitten's face lit up, and she screamed, "Daddy! Fang asked me out! Daddy! Did you hear me? FANG REMEMBERED!" She excitedly clicked it open.
Dear Kitten,
I'm sorry I haven't spoke to you for a long time, and I hope you'll forgive me. I hope to make it up to you tonight. Will you meet me by the pier? I have a surprise for you that I'm sure you'll enjoy. I'll meet you there at about seven. And, happy two month anniversary!
From, Fang
"Of course I will go out with you," Kitten muttered, quickly typing in her reply and sending it. "And it's a good thing you remembered." Kitten checked her watch, and it read one o'clock. "Ugh, I have less than six hours to get ready!" she cried, springing up from her chair and dashing over to the closet. "I have so many things to decide. What shoes? Dress? Makeup? Hair style? Perfume?" Kitten asked herself feverishly. "Plus, I'll need to take a shower and get a mani-pedi and so many other things! How could he leave me with such little time?"
The girl sighed dramatically, as if she had the hardest job in the world. "Fang ought to know better," she muttered as she grabbed her newest pair of black high heels.
Kitten pawed through her wardrobe until her eyes finally paused at one dress. "Yes," she said, plucking it off the hanger. "This one is perfect."
Six hours later, Kitten's pink limo screeched to a halt in front of the pier. Where is he? Kitten tapped her foot anxiously as the driver opened her door for her. Kitten nodded curtly to him as she stepped out, inhaling the ocean breeze.
The night was perfect, Kitten thought. The sun was just setting, so the sky was alight with color. The temperature was a little warm, but since she was at the pier it had cooled but it wasn't humid.
"I'm here, Fang!" Kitten called out as her limo drove away. When there was no response she frowned and walked onto the dock. "Fang!" Kitten said again, clutching her pink purse.
There was a loud horn, and Kitten looked out onto the water. A magnificent cruise liner was making its way towards her, and if Kitten had squinted, she would have seen Fang standing out on the front deck.
The cruise liner pulled into the harbor, and a white gloved man pulled out a ramp from the boat and connected it to the dock. "Happy two month anniversary, Kitten," Fang said walking out to meet his speechless girlfriend.
"Oh, Fangy-poo!" Kitten finally squealed and flung herself into his arms, although she was careful not to smudge any of her makeup. "I can't believe you did this all for me!"
Fang, dressed in a smart looking tuxedo, shrugged. "Anything for you, Kitten," he said.
Kitten leaned forward and laid a peck of a kiss on Fang's pincers, blushing. Fang grinned cheekily at her and said, "Oh, and speaking of you, I have a little present for you." Fang gently released Kitten from their embrace and reached inside his tux. He withdrew a small black velvet box. "Open it up on the top deck," he said.
"Okay," Kitten agreed as she reached over and took the little box. When Fang wasn't looking, she shook the box next to her ear, trying to guess what was inside. After a moment, she figured it was just another pair of earrings. She already had tons of those, Kitten thought. A two month anniversary was a big deal, so why would he just give her that?
"Let's go then," Fang said. The couple walked into the boat together, and Kitten was amazed to see that the whole inside was decorated with pink decorations. Streamers, balloons, and confetti were all different shades of pink and tastefully arranged. There was even confetti in the shape of a heart.
Once they were on the top deck, Kitten eagerly opened the present. Fang watched her, amused. As Kitten had guessed, the present contained earrings. They were delicate gold ones in the shape of a phoenix. The tail feathers were a dark pink though, and Kitten smiled at that part. "Oh, thank you Fang," she said happily. "I'm going to put them in right now. I'll be right back." Kitten ran to the bathroom (painted pink) and took out her old earrings- plain pink hearts- and put in the new ones from Fang. When she got back, she realized that Fang was already sitting at a table for two, one that hadn't been there before. There were light pink candles that were emitting a smell of roses, and fancy looking linen napkins.
"Oh, Fang! It's so pretty," Kitten cooed as she sat across from her boyfriend.
Fang grinned. "I'm glad you like them. They look great on you," he said. "I know you like lobster risotto, so that's going to be the main course. Its that okay?"
Kitten nodded. "Yeah. That sounds delicious. As long as they have those little piles of parsley on the side." No sooner had the words left her mouth then two steaming dishes came out, carried by another white gloved man. The man placed the dishes in front of the couple and left.
"Bon appetite," Fang said as he began to eat.
"F-Fang!" Kitten said, her voice going up an octave. "There aren't any little piles of parsley on the side. I don't think I can eat this without them." Kitten let out a little whimper. "Can I have little piles of parsley? Fang! Can I?"
Fang suppressed a sigh and nodded. "Of course, darling," he said and beckoned the waiter over. After he had told the waiter what Kitten wanted, he left.
"Thank you, Fangy-poo," Kitten said as the waiter gently placed a pile of parsley on the side of her plate. Finally, Kitten picked up her fork and tried the risotto. "But, Fang? It's too cold now."
Fang smiled. "Right, babe. I'll have them make it warmer again for you, how about that?"
"Oh, thank you Fang," Kitten cried as her plate was swept away. "You're so kind."
Within moments the risotto was returned to Kitten, and she began to eat it. "This is actually really good, Fangy-poo," Kitten said between mouthfuls.
Fang leaned back after he had finished his meal. "Did I tell you how good you look in that dress, Kitten?" he asked Kitten as she started to near the end of it.
"Um, no..." Kitten mumbled as she scooped up another forkful of risotto.
"Well, you look great. Really," he said. Kitten grinned shyly. Her dress really was exquisite, she thought. It was a shade lighter than neon pink, and it was made of silk. There were little embroidered pink roses along the hem, and it was strapless with a sweetheart neckline. A little ruffle went down her back, but anyone could still see the twenty-five little cloth covered buttons.
"Thanks," Kitten said, a touch smugly.
"Oh, and since you look so nice I have something else to give you." Fang snapped his fingers at a waiter and the waiter handed him a bag. Kitten practically snatched the bag out of his hands in her eagerness to open it.
Kitten opened it to find that Fang had gotten her a pansy pink sweater with a matching scarf and gloves. They all had "Kitten" embroidered on them. "Oh, thank you," Kitten said, pleased. "Fangy-poo, you're the best boyfriend ever! I don't know what I'd do without you."
"Yeah, I suppose I'm pretty marvelous sometimes," Fang joked. "Oh, did I tell you about that other time when I shot goo at that little green Titan? It got all over his hair and it was so funny!"
"You didn't tell me about that time!" Kitten said as she leaned forward eagerly, wanting to hear a story about her villainous boyfriend.
"Right. So I had just stolen a few million dollars from the bank downtown and I was about to get away with it when-" Fang was interrupted by a light tap on his shoulder. "What?" he asked rudely.
"Sir, I was wondering, would you care for some dessert?" the waiter asked tentatively. "It's ready now."
Kitten's eyes lit up. "Oh, I'd love some dessert. Can we have some now, Fangy-poo?" Kitten asked.
"If she says so, then go ahead," Fang told the waiter. "How are you liking this date?" he asked Kitten.
"It's dreamlike!" Kitten squealed. "Everything is so pretty, perfect, and pink!" The waiter was back now, with two dishes of cheesecake, topped with little strawberries.
The waiter placed the cheesecake in front of Fang, and then he went over to Kitten. Just as he was about to put it down in front of her, she gave an excited little bounce and he nocked the plate over. "Oh dear! I'm so sorry!" the waiter cried out in horror, as at the same time Kitten turned from happy to murderous.
"YOU. RUINED. MY. DRESS!" she hollered, bolting upright.
It was a wonder the floor beneath Kitten's feet wasn't smoldering, Fang thought. Cheesecake dripped down the front of her dress and onto her shoes. This just made her madder and she stomped her foot. "I can't believe you! How dare you? This is inexcusable. How could you do such a thing?" Kitten was practically spitting flames. Her neat little hair doo was starting to look messy, and angry tears were starting to prick her eyes. "Do you know how much my dress cost?" Kitten screamed. "Do you even care? I bet you don't!" Kitten's face was now flushed and her mascara was a bit smudged.
"Hey now, babe," Fang said, laying a cool hand in her shoulder. "No need to fuss, I'll just fire this guy and be done with it. You don't need to be so upset!"
"That's what you think!" Kitten yelled, whirling to face her boyfriend. "Firing this guy isn't that bad. IT'S NOT! He ruined my dress and he ought to pay!" Kitten looked like she was a raving lunatic, but since her dress was permanently ruined she didn't care. "Ugh! You are all impossible! You're so unbelievable!" Kitten scowled. "Look! My makeup will be ruined! My daddy will hear about this. I always get I want, and its going to stay that way."
Fang hastily grabbed Kitten's arm. "Okay, we'll be right back," he told the waiters as he dragged his hissing girlfriend away.
"Fang! Put me down!" Kitten shrieked as she was lifted off the ground, thanks to Fang's spider legs. "I'm not done giving that waiter a piece of my mind. Besides, you're just going to ruin my dress even more!"
Fang spun a squirming Kitten around so that she was facing him, and he said, "Kitten. Calm down. Will you calm down if I buy you a new dress?"
Kitten made puppy eyes (Yes, despite being named "Kitten") at Fang and pouted. "You have to buy me this exact same dress, plus another one," she whimpered pathetically.
There was a moment when Fang almost refused because Kitten's dresses always cost a small fortune, but in the end he agreed. "Fine, hon. I'll buy you the dresses, but you have to calm down. You can't yell at the waiter anymore, either."
"Deal." Kitten wasn't pleased with the result, but she was satisfied. She got to have a new dress, plus this one. Besides, she also had the earrings and the whole jacket set that Fang had given to her earlier.
Fang placed Kitten back down on the ground with a relieved sigh. "Okay, babe. Now, can we finish dessert?" he asked, just as his stomach growled.
"Okay, Fangy-poo," Kitten agreed. "As long as dessert isn't cheesecake."
So... what did you think? I'm still not quite sure whether I want to do individual one-shot dates, mini story arcs, a whole story, or just a story thing all about Fang and Kitten, from different aspects of their relationship. Up to you guys... RNR! Please share your ideas and thoughts!