She pulled her coat tighter around her body, puffing as the chilled air enveloped her. Heading briskly through the park, all she wanted to do was get home.
Get home, have a nice, warm cup of coffee, plop right down by the fireplace as she read.
Or maybe played some video games. Either would do, of course.
But it seemed Mother Nature wanted her to stay out a little longer, for it begun a light drizzle. Which gradually turned heavier.
Then, of course, it all out begun to hail. "It's hailing men, hallelujah, it's hailing men, amen~" she sung quietly, her gaze and voice of the utmost irritable. She moved to cloak her head with a hood, but of course, she had none. "Mmm, this day just gets better and better," she laughed dryly, stopping as she heard a meow. Looking over, she spotted a cat.
A rather peculiar cat.
It's fur shimmered a silver color, almost a bit dazzling, while it's wide, fuchsia and lavender eyes looked hopelessly up at her. It mewled again, it's small, black decorated body shivering from the cold and wet.
"The things I do.." she grumbled, stooping down and picking up the pathetic creature as she once more hurried back. The cat meowed again, this time it's meow sounding.. strange. She looked down at the cat, and dropped the damned thing.
It was blue now!?
"What?" she bent down, reaching out to take the cat back in her grasp. The cat shied away, before looking away, looking back at her. It slunk forward, reaching its muzzle toward her hand and dropped something in it before running off. She stared, dumbfounded, before looking at the object.
It was a small, colorful orb. "Huh," standing, it began to glow, shake even, wild colors bouncing opaquely inside of it and spreading everywhere in a dazzling array. She sucked in a breath, dropping it. The orb exploded on contact with the ground, and there was a white light, before there was suction black.
Oh God, my head.. it feels so weird.. so fuzzy, light.. just different.. where am I? What happened?
As she opened her eyes with a small snort, realizing she was curled up in a bed. Literally curled up. She was rather flexible, but even she couldn't fully curl up. How strange.
As she rose to her paws, she stretched her body and yawned. As she looked around the room, she took in the details. A rather plain room, just stone, not even a window. Well, it would be even more plain if it wasn't for the assorted items.
There were two desks; one with several papers and tools scattered about, neatly yet carelessly, onto it, and what she took to perceive were.. puppets, possibly. The other desk held papers as well, with smaller sculptures, and darkened marks, which she could make out as some type of burn marks.
She never remembered living here. Actually, she didn't remember anything.
My name.. my name.. What was it? An.. And.. Andr.. no, that's not right.. Ali.. something.. no.. tsk.. dammit..
She let out a small growl, lashing her tail. Had she always been a cat? No, she was.. a human.. But now.. she was a cat. What the hell happened? Shaking her head, she jumped nimbly off the bed and padded over to the desk surrounded by the marionette like figures. She leapt up, looking at the papers. Sketches and designs. They were rather good, she had to admit, and creative. Interesting.
That's when she heard voices and froze, looking over as someone entered the room. She blinked, a tad surprised.
They were a huddled shape, rather short, wearing a cloak consisting of red and black. A large, metallic looking tail sprouted from the back, while a cloth covered the lower part of their face. They seemed to grumble, before shutting the door with their tail, and halting. But what honestly shocked her was that someone climbed.. out of them..
They looked much different. Their face seemed rather young, their coral-crimson hair messy, auburn eyes completely emotionless and blank. They also wore the same cloak as the person they had climbed out of, before taking a scroll, and suddenly, the tailed person was gone.
She sat, tipping her head to the side and curling her tail around her paws as the younger man grumbled still to himself, moving around items on his bed. He still did not seem to notice her.
"Hello?" she finally meowed, and they stiffened, looking over, face remaining completely idle.
"Did that brat really get a cat? What is he thinking?" he sighed, walking over towards her. She flinched, standing and arching her back, backing up, slowly letting her claws slide out. He stopped, a small frown flitting his young face. "Do not harm those papers, do you hear me?" he walked over some more, but at a slower pace. Her claws slid out fully, tearing some of the papers, and he halted again. With a sigh, he raised his hands, and she found myself not able to move.
"What the hell!?" she hissed, lashing her tail, but that was about all she could do. She found herself padding towards the edge of the desk, before nimbly leaping off and onto the ground, now back in control of her body. The redhead picked her up, boredly holding her in front of him and staring at her. She flattened her ears and hissed again. "Don't hold me like one of your weirdo puppets!" she growled, taking a swipe at his face, but missed. She assumed the puppets were his, since he seemed to so be so fond of the papers she was trotting around on.
The redhead muttered something under his breath, before pulling her closer to his body and turning around when the door was opened. A blonde with hair parted to one side and his hair partially pulled up entered, seeming a tad irritated. The irritation seemed to dissipate though as his blue eyes landed on her cat body, and he shut the door, walking in a bit more. "Danna, I didn't know you were a cat person, yeah," he commented, walking over and taking her.
"I'm not very fond of animals, especially felines," the puppeteer drawled, a slight edge cutting his voice, "I wanted to know why you brought it here in the first place, brat."
"I didn't," the blonde clicked his tongue, cradling the cat almost like a infant while he rubbed her belly, before moving up and scratching right under her chin. She growled a tad, not liking the touchy-feely stuff really, but she soon ended up melding into his arms and purring, now rather soothed by the gestures. "I don't like cats too much either. Do you think she just happened to wander in on her own?"
"Actually, I woke up here on the bed," she yawned, exposing longer, sharp teeth before swiping a tongue around her muzzle, looking up at the blonde, but he was focused on the redhead, so she looked over. The 'Danna' person wore a mask of disbelief and unamusement.
"You really think she would just wander in here? Especially without someone noticing? Fat chance," he sniffed, turning and walking to the desk, sitting on the chair and starting to organize the papers. The 'brat' sighed.
"Fine, I'll ask the other members. Maybe she belongs to one of them, uhn," he announced, before turning on heel out of the room, her body still firmly in her arms. As the thrumming purrs in her chest and throat begun to die down, she took note of the hallways. Some long. Some short. Paved with stone.
As they continued on, a sudden pungent smell hit her nose. It amplified because of her now feline like senses, but the smell was unmistakable; blood. She swiveled her head over, ears perking, her pupils filling a tad, struggling slightly. "Don't worry, it's just Hidan's ritual room, yeah," she heard the blonde speak, and she jumped a bit, but relief settled over her body as they passed the room and he opened another door. It looked like the room from before, but instead one desk was piled with money as well as papers, and the other was mostly clean, except for what seemed to be.. torturous tools of some sort on there..
There was someone sitting at the desk piled with cash and papers. Though he was sitting, he still looked quite intimidating, his whole head covered, only his eyes and partially the bridge of his nose exposed. "Hey, Kakuzu, did you, or Hidan, for a matter of fact, get a cat?" the 'brat' asked, holding her out a tad. The man named Kakuzu looked over, raising an eyebrow as his strangely colored 'Christmas' like eyes landed on her feline body.
"Animals are a waste of money. Ask the waste of life," he simply grunted, turning back towards his work. Someone else slipped past the two into the room, looking over. Blood splattered his coat and partially exposed chest, as well as it stuck out in his silver-tope hair as he looked boredly over, before he frowned as he spotted her, his magenta eyes flickering briefly.
"Why the fuck do you have a cat, Deidara-chan?" he suddenly spoke rashly.
"I was wondering if she was yours actually, Hidan, hmm," Deidara commented, pulling her back in, "But I'll take it that had nothing to do with her,"
"Fuck no, bitch, why would I want a pussy?" Hidan snorted.
"Oh yeah, I forgot you only liked Kakuzu's dick, hmm?" Deidara snickered, and both partners popped a vein, glaring over at Deidara, who quickly walked out of the room, shutting the door and heading down the hallway. "Ah, well, maybe Itachi and Kisame know something about you," he sighed, scratching between her ears as he reached another room, opening the door and peering inside. Like the others rooms, but there was actually a smaller fish tank with some odd looking fish swimming around inside.
A desk with books someone sat at, their back turned towards the door. "Itachi, hmm, is this your cat?" the man at the desk looked over. His features were quite handsome. The tear-troughs seemed to bring out his dark eyes even more, and his raven hair fell around his face in just the right manner. As his onyx gaze landed on her, it seemed to flicker in the slightest, even brighten his dark, subsided eyes a tad.
"Yes," he answered stoically, standing moving over.
"What? No I'm not! I'm not anyone's cat!" she protested, struggling as she was transferred from Deidara's arms into 'Itachi's'.
"You can go now, Deidara," Itachi grunted, and Deidara dipped his head, turning and taking his leave out of the room, shutting the door. She stiffened, her tail swishing slowly as she looked up at the dark-haired man. He stared down at her with calm eyes, before smiling softly, stroking her ears. "I've been looking for a cat. You shall fit that position," he mumbled, walking over to his bed and sitting down, placing her in his lap as he stroked her and scratched her in all of the right places for a cat.
She tried to protest again, but melted into his lap, a purr starting to thrum throughout her whole body again as she stretched her legs, arching her spine a bit and curling her tail in pleasure as the spots were scratched and stroked. It was weird, but even as a cat, the spots were rather pleasurable. Was it normal to get aroused by it? She felt herself wanting more then just being stroked or pet, oh yes, but she was a cat. She was sure this man would not sink to bestiality of any sorts, and he did not even know she was not truly a cat.
"You know.." she started, or tried, "This isn't even my final form.." she sure it came out as a meow though, for Itachi simply continued to stroke her. She finally couldn't take it anymore. She had to slip out from under his fingers of magic and onto the floor, briefly shaking herself off as she looked over at him with wide eyes. He stared down at her, smiling a bit once more. She meowed, before looking over at the fish tank.
Now to get a closer look at those fish.. She trotted over, reaching up with her front paws and placing them on the table as she looked up at the tank. She stretched her body a bit more, before leaping up, looking at the fish through the side. They seemed.. bigger, and were just.. different. She couldn't quite place her paw on it, but they were abnormal. She swished her tail a bit, propping herself back onto her hind paws as she peered from above into the tank.
"Yūbi," she looked over, hearing Itachi speak. "You are Yūbi," Itachi repeated. Yubi. She liked the name. The sound of it. She let out a small 'mrrow', before looking back at the fish, tail swishing periodically. She tediously dipped her paw in, swiping for the fish, who scattered in a flurry, causing billows of sand to rise and swirl within the water.
"Itachi, don't sit there when it's trying to get my babies!" Yubi looked over, seeing a large man resembling something like a shark standing in the doorway, staring in shock.
"She was not going to harm your fish, Kisame," Itachi said smoothly, his face once more a stoic symbol.
"You don't know that!" Kisame huffed, heading heftily over to Yubi. Her ears flattened and she leaped from the desk, worried and bolted out of the room. She ran/trotted quickly down the hallway, turning a corner but stopping abruptly as she ran into a pair of legs.
"Oh wow, a kitty! Tobi loves kitties!" the next thing she knew, she was picked up and shoved into a cloak, her vision going dark as the cloak was closed around her body and she was cat-napped.
