Guess who's back with his first chapter story on ?
It's me, Tiiyke!
Sorry for not updating in like, what, 2 months? Something like that.
Well, I'm sorry to say, I've been to busy to write stuff.
*le gasp*
But don't you worry, I have everything under control, because I finally found a loophole in my busy day-to-day schedule!

So, who want's to see the first chapter of my story?
*tiny chibi hands wave around*
Oh, for HALLOWEENS sakes, chibi's please go and annoy other authors!

Disclaimer: I don't own the idea to this story, I don't own Beyblade, Kai, Tala or any other character that is mentioned in this shortstory.

Warnings: OCCness, Kitty-Kai, Spelling Mistakes and Grammatical Errors.

I try not to be a bleeding heart pansy so I can come off as a real man, but damn it, I love cats. Even though I know I need to stay away from the dripping wet cat under the bus bench, I just can't. He ferociously shivers as another sharp breeze cuts through the air and mewls up at me, peering up at me with big, unsusual, pale amythest cat eyes. Slowly, so as not to scare the little four-legged creature of beauty away, I kneel down and hold out my hand to him, cooing nonsense at him to try and coax him closer to me. My heart damn near melts into a sticky puddle of mush when he pads close enough to rub his cold, wet cheek against my fingers.

"Pretty kitty," I coo, running my hand down his back, through his mix of royal blue and slate grey fur, and noting how thin he is and with a small frown, and the ridiculous thought that I would get an answer, asked the cat: "Are you cold?"

He meows up at me again, sharp teeth shinning in the pale moonlight, and jumps up so he's rested against my leg with his claws hooked onto the material of my jeans, an affirmative sign as far as I'm concerned. Quickly hoping not to waste much more time, I shrug out of my black jacket and wrap it around the cat, lifting him up into my arms. My roommates aren't going to be in favor of having yet anotheranimal in our apartment, but I plan on taking him back with me no matter what debate is made. If this kitty needs anything, so be it a warm bed and a nice meal, I can give him both in a matter of minutes.

The cat settles against my chest, nuzzling it's cheek into the wet t-shirt that now clung to my body, as I walk the three blocks to my apartment building. By the time I make it to my building, the poor cat is shaking so hard I'm surprised his little teeth aren't chattering like those wind-up gag teeth typical old men use to try and make a joke. I croon soft words down at him and pray for a miracle as I fumble to try and grab my key out of my back pocket. If I lose my little kitty out here in the cold, I'm going to track down whoever is responsible for him being out here and kill them slowly, painfully.

I thank the high powers of whatever diety is up there watching down on me at this moment that none of my brothers are home as I hurry the cat into my room. When I realize his fur is still wet, I dig out a small blow-dryer and turn it on low to dry out his damp fur. The cat stretches out on my bed and meows up at me as I work my fingers through his long fur, then taking the opportunity to start lapping at my fingers when I finish. With the hand that the kitty isn't playing around with I manage dig out my brush and use it to untangle his fur gently, chuckling when he bats at my hand with his tiny paws. His amythest eyes dance with mischief as he rolls onto his back, tiny claws catching at my skin like tiny little needles.

"Are you hungry, little kitty?" I ask him, chuckling when he nips at my fingers and mewls.

Taking that as a yes, I scoop him into my arms and carry him into the kitchen. We may not have cat food, but my oldest and bulkiest roommate, Spencer, is a big fan of white tuna and super expensive carving board turkey. Gently, I sit the cat on the floor and fill one of our small bowls with turkey so he can eat. I give his head a gentle rub as he digs in and I quietly inform him I'm going out to buy him some proper cat accessories. Before I can pull back, the cat rubs himself against my legs and meows, then pads back to his dish and buries his head back into the bowl to continue eating his turkey.

I smile to myself and head for the door, checking my back pocket to make sure I have my wallet. If I want to keep my little kitty, I'll have to make sure he has food, a litter box, and toys so he won't tear up the house (although he seems pretty obedient and well trained already, so I'm sure that wouldn't happen). He'll be a happy, comfy little cat with all the perks a feline can have, and my roommates will fall in love with him. Even Ian's stupid Jack Russell will like him, and we'll all be that stupid, big, happy family my roommates seem to think we already are. The cat is staying even if my roomies do not approve, and if Ian's dog tries to attack, it goes out on the street with the rats.

Just as I was getting ready to pull the front door handle open to walk back out into the night to buy the kitty everything it needs to be happy and healthy, a soft, smooth voice catches my attention, one that robs me of air to speak.

"Can I come, too?"

First chappie is done!
Didja like it? I hope you did.
Oh, and if it wasn't possible to tell, this is a story from Tala's POV.

I just think the idea of a neko-Kai adorable and oh so fuckin' hot...
uh... moving on.

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Au revoir;3