Where's Mr. Neko?
Disclaimer: I don't own them…. Don't want them –nods- OH! You know I do! But I can't have them! Oh well
Warning: Mild Language, possible yaoi, shonen-ai
Pairings: Aya/Ken; Yohji/Omi (Of course!)
Authors Note: Rei-kitty is back! And now with a new fic on the road! It's sad though, because I really wanted to type another chapter of "Dead Man Walking" but instead, I began typing this. This fic wasn't even supposed to be made or whatever, but here it is! And I think it'll fit in nicely with the other fics. So please love it! Lol
By: Rei-kitty----
Omi entered his dark room, and switched on his computer. He stared at the screen and thought through the whole day. The day was… bizarre… if not… worse! A life was lost. It was pure drama that filled that house. If he can rewind time, he sure as hell will rewind this day, and at least make an effort of trying to save that one innocent life. He was fully capable of preventing it from happening… he was, but there was just one, strong obstacle that was stopping him from doing so. Omi squinted his eyes from the bright light exiting his computer. The blonde sighed and opened a window in the computer. He slid his chair up towards his computer and adjusted himself. He then typed his thoughts away.
Dear journal,
If there was only one way to make this day end… happy… and well… happy… I'd take it. A life… an innocent life was lost today… and I was a part of it. Almost like I was the partner in crime. How terrible I feel. I've been assassinating for as long as I can remember. Death is basically another word to describe me… and not only me… but my partners as well, Abyssinian, Balinese and Siberian.
Don't get me wrong; I feel no attachment to that lost life. If it died somewhere else, I'd be just okay with it. The problem is… it died when we were only supposed… to… take care of it. It died… in our job! It's almost like if Persia assigned us to protect a person's life, we would need too. This was the same situation… only it was not a mission… and it wasn't a person. It was a cat… Mr. Neko. And what a disturbingly gargantuan cat it was too. Very annoying… Mr. Neko… unfortunately… is a female cat. Anyway… I'll briefly tell the story…
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And the story begins…
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The brunette hung up the phone, and softly hummed to himself. There was no mission for this wonderfully bright Saturday, or the next day. He sat on a stool in the flower shop, smiling to himself. He's free for tonight, and the next. He finally has the chance to sit down on the sofa, watch a few soccer games, and go to bed… on time! Yep, this weekend will be heaven on earth for him. Not only that, but the flower shop isn't infested with annoying schoolgirls aimlessly wandering around looking for the Weiss members. Can life get any better? The ex-soccer player stretched and yawned enjoying the soft breeze that entered the shop from time to time. Nope, it can't. This was the life.
He slowly began to close his eyes. The shade, the breeze and the birds just blended together beautifully. This day was too great to stay awake.
"Yohji can help, I'll just take a small… na…p..."
When the man slowly drifted to sleep, he felt a small tug on his shirt. He just dismissed it, and he didn't open his eyes. A small sigh escaped the one responsible for the tugging. Then he felt a soft tap on his shoulder. The brunette moved a little implying the person to stop. But it just continued. The taps went on and on and on and on. The same soft tapping. It didn't increase speed, or decrease. It didn't go harder, or softer. It was the same… going on and on and on and on…
"What?" Ken fell off the stool and looked up to glare at the disturber of rest.
An elder woman with silver hair who stood about four feet, was a little alarmed, but replaced that expression with a gentle smile.
"I'm sorry to have bothered you. But I was wondering if I can ask you a big favor?"
Ken looked around trying to avoid looking at the woman's eyes. He felt ashamed for his response. If it was any of the assassins, that would have been a different story, but this was an elder woman, a sweet elder woman.
"Oh… yeah, go ahead." He still sat on the floor looking away.
"Ah! Thank you!" she softly breathed.
"Okay, I never really bought any flowers for anyone before, but my husband is in the hospital right now… he's grown very ill. And an old body such as ours can't escape a cold that easily." The elder woman laughed.
"Since today is our anniversary, I planned on buying him some flowers hoping it would bring a smile to his face." Tears began to form in her eyes. The brunette was now looking right at her. This didn't help at all, it only made him feel even worse.
"I'll help you pick out the flowers."
"No, no" She nodded. "I know which one's I'll bring for him, but thank you for offering. Let me tell you what I really wish to ask from you. Today is our anniversary, I'll be visiting him and I'll be returning tomorrow. I was hoping you can watch my house for me… while I'm gone?"
Ken didn't want to. His Saturday will be put to waste! But if he doesn't accept, then she won't see her husband… and it may be his last day…
"Dammit! Why me!" He let out a sigh of defeat, and nodded his head.
"Thank you! I never knew I'll ever come upon a sweet hearted young man such as yourself!"
"Heh… you're welcome."
"Well, I'll also ask if you can watch my cat for me… his name is Mr. Neko. Just feed him, and make sure he doesn't leave the house. My husband gave me that cat on my birthday four years ago. He's my prize possession."
The assassin wanted to kick himself on the head for being so nice. He didn't want to take care of a cat… much less, watch a house! No more wonderful Saturday for him. This free day will never return for him.
"Because Persia is mean!"
"I'll be more than happy to do it!"
"I'm not going down alone… everyone is coming with!" The man smiled to himself.
"I can also bring my friends! They are my best friends! We go back many years, and they are like brothers to me!" He knew he would be tortured for this after the day was over, but he might as well enjoy the hell he will bring to them while he can.
"Ooh! Yes please! The more the merrier! Thank you again! Here's my address, please come by in an hour."
"Sure thing!"
"And I'll be paying for these." She placed a bouquet of colorful flowers on the counter ignoring the dead flower in between them all.
"Have a nice day!"
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"Ken Hidaka! You know you'll be tortured for this!" The lanky blonde stood up from his comfortable spot on the couch.
"I can't believe this! Why did you accept! My wonderful Saturday will be put to waste! No alcohol or women for me tonight! Only….. Damn!" Yohji kicked the air and walked away.
"I'll do it!" He murmured a death threat.
"Hah! Arigatou Yohji!"
"That was easy, now I need to ask Omi… though I know he'll be more than happy to accept… he likes old people."
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"Ken-kun! Today was my free day! No homework! Don't you get it? No homework! A free weekend!" Omi fell to his knees, messing his hair up with his frustrated hands. Who could of thought a person of seventeen can be so dramatic.
"I thought you like old people?"
"Ken-kun…" The youngest blonde stood up and slowly approached Ken.
"We are not taking care of elder people, we're watching an old house and a cat!"
"Yeah… well… it can be rewarding…"
Omi lowered his head, knowing he can't escape this day. It was his fate to never be free. He made a small noise of defeat and nodded.
"I knew you would do it! Arigatou Omi!" The brunette gave Omi a huge hug and pranced off.
"Now my next objective…. Sir Aya… the devil of all devils. The "E" in "evil." The burn in the flames, the point of no return."
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"Whatever…" The leader replied with nonchalance.
"Whatever? Just like that? You're not going to complain or anything? Wow… thank you Aya… I should have gone to you first."
Aya lightly smiled to Ken, and slowly approached him. He lowered himself to whisper in the brunette's ear.
"I never said I wasn't going to torture you when this day was over…" The redhead stepped away giving Ken one last smile before leaving his room.
Ken was left staring at the wall ahead of him. He was hoping Aya didn't mean what he said. But there was no hope on wishing. Aya doesn't know sarcasm… he was always dead serious about all his death threats.
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The four men approached an old Victorian home, with a dull yellow emphasizing it's age. Ken looked at all the men that came with him. He looked right back at the house, and the hair at the back of his neck stood on ends. The death glares that were being directed to him was strong, and they really wanted to kill him then and there. As though on time, the elder woman from earlier opened the door of the house, and stood on the porch holding Mr. Neko, smiling, waving them to come in. The brunette waved back with the same smile on his face.
As they entered, they noticed the house was poorly decorated, the theme of the house was…
"Kittens…" Yohji looked around in fear.
"Everywhere… pictures… vases… plates… silverware… she's crazy Ken!" Yohji stated in between his teeth still smiling at the woman.
"Sorry about that sweetie, but all these kitten decorations remind me of my dear Mr. Neko. I just love him like I love my husband. So please be careful with everything."
"Ah! What a coincidence Ms… uh…"
"Watanabe…"
"Ms. Watanabe! I love cats myself! I'll take good care of…" he looks down at the cat in her arms "It…." The tall blonde stepped away from the woman and hid behind Aya.
"Aya… the cat is ugly!"
"Shut up Yohji!"
"Watanabe-san, you can leave with ease, we'll take good care of everything. Ken-kun will watch your… eh… cute cat!" Omi chirped, and looked at Ken.
"All righty then, I should be on my way anyway, I'll be late. You take care now handsomes, I'll be back tomorrow." She smiled at everyone, and gave Ken Mr. Neko.
When the door clicked shut, everyone turned to see the cat. The cat was too fat to be a Siamese cat… but that's what it was. The poor cat looked very disturbed by everything. Ken was hesitating, he didn't know what to do with it. He felt the heart of the cat's racing in his hands. Either it was nervous, or its heart naturally raced for it's weight. It still made him nervous regardless.
"Should I feed it?" The brunette asked.
"Kenny, it's too fat. You'll only kill it." Yohji stared at it with disgust.
"Let's just kill it and tell the old woman that it was too fat any." Aya suggested.
"Aya-kun! She said she loved it as much as her husband!"
"So… he's gonna die too…"
"Aya-kun!" Omi gasped. "Don't say that!"
"I'm just being realistic. Ken, just feed it"
"Oh… hai…" Ken was about to take his first step to the kitchen, but the weight of the cat was putting pressure on his arm, and the pain ran down his back. He took a deep breath and took his first step, he took another one, and another one. Each step clumsier than the other. His face was growing red as he tried to walk to the kitchen.
"How did that woman do it! Ugh!"
"I can't hold it anymore!"
"Just drop it then! The fat will break its fall!" Yohji reassured.
"Don't Ken-kun! It'll kill it!"
"Do it Hidaka! It'll die anyway!"
"WooooAAAHHHHHHHHG!" Ken made a final scream and just let go.
The cat stood up from its fall, gave Ken a glare and walked towards the kitchen. The brunette was busy trying to catch his breath, but stared at the cat with great amazement.
"Wow… that cat can support its weight." Ken was awestruck.
"Dammit… I forgot… cat's land on their feet." Aya informed with disappointment.
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Omi's room
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…The cat just dropped, and stood up from the fall like nothing. I thought a cat that fat will collapse in on itself… but it still managed to survive .I was scared beyond reason. My obligation was to keep this cat alive for the night, but Aya-kun wanted it dead. I never thought a task like that would be hard.
I was determined to keep it alive.
Aya-kun was determined to have it die a "natural cause"
And Yohji-kun… he was determined to help it lose weight. While we were in the house, I was praying every second that the day would end...
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Well, that's the end of the chapter! What did you guys think? I think I'll continue posting this fic. I really hope you guys will show support and will review. Thank you for reading.