Okay, it's taken me some time to get this finished, not as long as two years but I started working on the sequel as well so...yeah. I hope everyone likes the story, decided to do my own Akatsuki turns to kittens story. However, I didn't want it to be like all the others, you know when they change back with water or something like that.
I do NOT own Naruto or the Akatsuki. Just my three OC's.
Enjoy!
Silence.
It reins in the household of Kyliex Hunter. Said occupant, the almost thirty year old busty, wavy haired brunette, stares at the sight before her. The wide and deep box, sitting on the corner of her coffee table. Her tongue flicking across the snake-eye piercings to the right of her lip. Mouth opening, a flash of metal against the tongue, she lets out a breath. What the fuck am I suppose to do?, she muses and peers into the box again. Yup, same scene. Another sigh leaves her but this time, her head cocks. A hand reaches up to scratch the back of her head.
"Meeeeeeow."
Now, Kyliex just starts laughing. No real reason, just seems a fitting solution. It sorta freaked out the...little one's. "Right." nodding to herself, she pulls the box along the table as she takes a spot up on the long, L-shaped zebra print couch. There's scratching from the box. "Alright, alright." carefully, she tips it forward, the edge resting on the couch cushion. Hesitantly, one by one, the...strangest fucking kittens she's ever seen, comes out. And I do mean strange.
Ten kittens all together. From what the young woman can see, one female and nine males. Oh, that poor girl., a grimace covers her face. They don't even look to be from the same litter, though all tabbies. An oreo patch like design for one, two grayish blue cats-one being the female, a couple orangish-red, a white-yellow, all snow white kitten, two black(one pure black), and lastly tan and brown. Maybe...four or five different litters? If that's so, where the hell did the little bastards get them from?...ugh., the thought makes her head hurt.
"How did I get here?" murmuring to herself, Kyliex runs a hand over her face. She had not gotten up with the intention of picking up a ragtag bunch of kittens. And everything started out so normal., she went to the shop and opened for the day. Working her rear off, like every day before. There's a particular car that's been under her thumb, to get it fixed up for selling. It's what Kyliex does, buying rusted down bikes and cars, fixing them up and flipping them for sale. She makes good money, and she still has the regular shop for mechanics. After everything was said and done for the day, she locked up shop and headed out to her ride...only to come across a scene that still makes her mad. There were some kids, doing something but she had every inkling it wasn't good.
Turned out it wasn't. They had come across kittens, 'playing' with them. By playing, she means torturing the little guys. Kicking them, throwing them, dumping filthy water over them, she's sure she seen one trying to set a couple on fire. She, Kyliex, yelled out, starting both sets there. Kitten and human. She chewed those brats up one wall then down, scaring them white and sent them on their way.
What the fuck is wrong with people?!, knowing she couldn't just leave them there, that's just cruel!, she found a box from the work dumpster. Piled them inside and took them home. What the hell am I suppose to do with ten-fucking kittens!, letting out a breath, it blows her hair bangs. "I can't keep ten kittens." is muttered, thinking over her options. "Haveta take'em to the shelter in the mornin'."
"Meow." little paws press against the covered thighs of the woman. She turns to look at the kitten that is brave enough to approach. One of the orangish-red tabbies, in the span of short time she found them, she noticed he is pretty hyper. The other nine sit back, as if unsure how she will react to their presence. Perhaps they heard what she said about not keeping them? Makes her frown, before turning her attention to the single, brave one. "Meow." he paws her again and this time, the corner of her lips tilt up.
"Aren't ya a cutie." a hand stretches out to scratch under his chin. Eyeing the other kittens, she sighs heavily. "Okay, maybe I will keep all of y'al. Hate separatin' ya." how long were they together, before she came across them? They must have bonded there, not to mention what those kids did. The comment seems to relieve them, their forms relax. Pushing herself to her feet, arms stretch high above her head. "Well, kitties, I am bushwhacked!" she'll have to take them to the vet later, make sure nothing is hurt from their treatment. "Get y'al some food and I'm hittin' the hay, savvy?" as she heads for the kitchen, passing the hall that leads to the other rooms, the kittens trail after. She makes work of opening six cans of tuna, splitting them evenly and even mixing a couple other things to make them good. Setting out ten different bowls and one big bowl of water, I turn for the hall. "Y'al can explore after, if ya want. See ya in the mornin'." with a yawn, she disappears down the hall.
Pushing open the door to the master bedroom, she looks everything over and purses her lips. The entire setup is uniquely her, in all ways. Everything is mismatched, as if she has taken a couple pieces from different bedroom sets. Some wooden, some iron. It's a good size room, everything spaced evenly. The most eye catching thing was actually two things. The first being the lamp with mosaic stones glued together to form an unusual pattern. She designed the pattern. The second thing is the canopy of overlapping sheer reds, golds, and purple fabrics. It crowds the bed, like a shield.
Shaking herself from her stupor, the brunette lets out a breath. "Where oh where is my night shirt?" looking to the bed, she sees the dark bundle and smiles victoriously. It's a Redskins jersey, that her father had given her years ago. Before his death. The only sane person in her 'family'. She strips the work clothes from her body, until all that's left is her underwear. A shiver shoots down her spine but it's not cold. Lying an arm over her chest, she peers over her shoulder to see the snowy kitten. ...is he leering at me?, narrowing her eyes, she doesn't get a chance to do anything before the female kitten is yanking him from the room. A battle of yowls takes place outside the room, amusing the brunette. Chuckling to herself, Kyliex shakes her head and pulls the shirt on. Shifting side to side, the light of the room catches the piercings along her spine.
Hitting the bathroom, last minute pee-break, she brushes her teeth then crawls into bed. Clapping twice, the lights cut off. She doesn't have to look, to know the kittens come streaming in. Only the hyper guy climbs on the bed, the others settling around the room. "Night, kitties." yawning largely, she snuggles with the tabby close to her and is down for the count.
From the darkness of the room, nine of the kittens stare at nothing. Trying to figure out what exactly happened. It had been...disconcerting, to wake like they did. So small, completely helpless, and their minds dazed. It took some time for everything to catch up. And when it finally did, the snowy kitten summoned it up the best. 'What the fuck?!'
Seriously, what happened? Why couldn't they remember? Why were they kittens?! The...disturbing part would have been when they realized they couldn't do any jutsu's. Couldn't phase through the box. Couldn't use the Sharnign to see what was outside. Caused a little freak out and their cries/demands were mere yowls and meows. They heard the words spoken but at the same time, heard the meows.
They didn't get any further, before hearing footsteps. It is when the kids found them, leering down. Started mistreating their fragile bodies, laughing as they do it. Luckily, it ended as quick as it started with someone yelling. They couldn't really see who stopped the kids, their back to them. But they heard the angered tone and lashing the kids received. The authority and strength in the tone that makes the kids cower. When it's just the kittens and woman, she turns to them. They were surprised by all the metal in her face. Two in each brow, bridge of her nose, small bull ring, six in left year, three in right, and a pair of snake bites. Much like their own leader, though not as much. Brown eyes swept them over, a frown on her face. "What the hell?" is muttered before she sighs. Finding a box, she lifts them gently and places them inside before getting into her ride.
Through all that happened and listening to the woman ramble about this and that, the leader of the group had two unnerving thoughts. The first being that he could sense no chakra. From the woman, the kids, anyplace. The second thing...he knows which kitten is which and there are ten...ten. So he looks to the one of the orangish-red tabbies. "How are you alive?"
Said kitten, more red then orange, looks back. No emotion. He shrugs. "I have no idea. All I remember is being killed by the pink haired girl then awaking here."
Humming to myself, I push open the door of my truck, with my foot. In my arms are paper bags, full of things kittens needed. They didn't look all that old to me but not enough to be on solid food. I shouldn't have given them tuna last night but...didn't have the time or want to go to the store. Now, it's a different story. I purposely left early and let the lead mechanic close up shop for me. It happens, on occasion. "So you wanna play with magic. Boy, you should know what you're falling for. Baby do you dare to do this? 'Cause I'm coming at you like a dark horse. Are you ready for, ready for. A perfect storm, perfect storm. 'Cause once you're mine, once you're mine...there's no going back."
Fishing keys from a pocket, I unlock the door and push it open. The kittens meet me at the door, all meowing loudly. "I'm home, I'm home." I chant, bumping the door close with my hips. The follow as I head to the large, roomy kitchen and set the bags on the table. "Ok, my little darlin's." taking out a litter box, I move toward the backdoor and set it up just outside the door. I'll wing them from using the litter box, because I refuse to speed a lot of money on litter. This way, they'll know to go outside when they need to use the bathroom. "Doggy door." turning them, I tap the flap with my foot. "Use bathroom outside, thank ya very much." back to the table, I start puling out bowls, five so the ten can split up into twos and be comfortable. Of course, one big bowl for water. Next are collars. Black, red and a single white one. The lather for the female. She is hesitate to approach and let me put it on her but complies as I coo. "Come on, honey. It ain't gonna hurt." one by one, the others let me do the same. "I'll wait for names, for now...'til I know more about y'als personalities." I tell them seriously.
"Now...I don't think you are old enough for solid food...so we keep it to liquid for the time being." next, I take out cans of cat milk, a supplement for mothers milk. "Shouldn't have given y'al the tuna last night." I add, peering at them. "I suppose y'al hungry, huh?" they answer in excited meows, some even pawing my legs. "Alright, alright." laughing, I move to open the first can and split it evenly between the bowls. "You guys, and lady, need to split. Two to a bowl." they do as I say, a bit to easy but I don't dwell. Placing the bowls on the floor, they crowd around them and eat hungrily. The toys I got for them, I leave inside the bags, until I am done, and step over their small frames and head for the hall.
Time for a shower. Even if I didn't stay the full day, I still did a lot of work. I'm dirty, sweaty, and grimy. "A shower, my kingdom for a shower." as I enter my room, I strip on the way to the adjoining bathroom, until I am in nothing and kicking the door close. Flicking the radio on, an upbeat song fills the room, as does steam when I turn the shower on. Full blast and as hot as I can get it. Running a comb through the choppy , ear-length, locks, I move side to side with the song. "Fucking right, I'm a maniac and I'm loving it. Call me anything but my motherfucking government. I can love a bit, no, big my love'll get but in my brain I stay insane and I'm always on some other shit! Really wanna fuck a bitch, E.B. can't get enough of this. See me take what I stuck her with then I gotta run and give it to another chick." pulling the curtain back, I step under the spray. Continuing to sing along, I rinse myself off. Lather my hair to wash the grim out.
The water runs a dark gray, until nothing but clear.
Stepping out once I am sure I am clean, a fuzzy white towel is wrapped around me. "Gutter trick, suck a dick! State the texture of a brick. Making them Magnum rubbers split, what a prick, the brother's sick! Now back to my love, like to go there. Even when it's annoying like long nose hair. I can so share my heart in the cold air." opening the door, I move down the short hall between the two parts of the room. I'm not surprised to see all the kitties up on my bed. Instead, I snatch up the closest, the hyper little guy and proceed to dance around the room. "And it's no fair, the size of it's so rare. Bloody murder, muddy word of wretched death rhymes. Take me light and my darkness will take your breath time. Call me Shakratease or you can call me Tech N9ne. But since I found my new sinister out of respect I'm..what's my name? What's my name. What's...my...name? What's my name? What's my name. What's...my...name?"
When I reach the tall and wide, bright red armoire, I set the little guy on a shoulder. Opening the doors, my cloths stare back. T-shirts, blouses, tanks. Jeans, slacks, shorts. At the bottom, inside, are four drawers. One has my so socks, the second my underwear, third with the bras and the last has my nightshirts. Grabbing a pair of red boy-shorts, I slid them on, under the towel. When I go to remove my towel, the female kitten hisses and all the males look away. Or in the case of the one with me, covers his eyes. I cock a brow at the move, careful of the kitten as I tug on a hip-length, black t-shirt. It has a picture of the guys from Duck Dynasty and 'Team Redneck' under it.
Humming what I had been singing before, I trot from the room and down the hall to the living room. Plopping on the couch, I pull a blanket over my legs and snuggle into the material. "Who wants to watch a horror movie marathon?" they only stare at me. "No one?...shame." turning my tv and the Roku box on, looks of amazement spread cross the kittens face. Slowly, the big blue one moves toward the screen, reaching with a paw to tap the screen. Aw, he's so cute! "C'mon guys, lets watch a scary movie." stretching out comfortably, I shift the hyper guy on my shoulder. The rest of the kittens crowd around me, as if using my body as a shield. Wow. Pushing the thoughts aside, I go to one of the channels and pick the movie I want to watch. Paranormal Activity.
It officially freaked the kittens out.
"I really need to name y'al." I note one afternoon, couple days after finding them. "Can't keep calling y'al kitten one, kitten two and so forth." they look amused at my mutterings...so, I give them the stink eye. "After though, need to go work on the car." heading for the door, I notice I have a trail. I glance to the kittens and their adorably, cute and pouting looks. "Ugh! Fine! That should be outlawed." grunting, I open the door and allow them to run out. "Stay close to the house!" I know they understand me, little bastards are smart. Rounding the house corner, I head to the large garage behind the house, I push open the large set of double doors. Light floods the area and I take a deep breathe.
It smells like oil, grease, metal, musk.
"Time to get to work." moving toward the single piece of machinery in the room, I pull a tarp from it. Underneath is a 1940 2-door Chevy Sedan. The frame is rusted in most parts, replaced sanding's in other. The motor, completely rebuilt and converted-by me!-to work. It wasn't easy to convert but I've always been...scary-crazy good in anything that has to do with machines. It was how I paid for college years ago, joined the army and worked as a mechanic. On occasion, I still do work for the army, if they have no luck with the people they have on hand.
Back on track.
Tossing the tarp aside, fisting one hip, I stare at the sight before me. Most the hard work-the engine-has been done. Now I need to pop the dents, sand the frame down and paint. In a week, tops, it will be good for sale! And I already have someone interested. My own, old general from the base I had been stationed at. He loves the old muscle cars, sorts. "Alright, let's get this party started!" clapping, I move to the metal cabinet, opening it to extract a plastic lining. It's used to put over my table, with the radio and tools. So stuff doesn't get all over it.
I feel when the kitten's coming into the garage. Even when they were close to the building but not inside. Controlling air has it's ups and downs. I can feel the shift in the air, as they push through to get closer. The downside, I can't stretch the ability when I am in a crowded place. To many people. Pulled in to many directions. To confusing. I keep it to a five foot radius all around me. It took me forever to get it to what I can do now. It's hard to describe it, feeling people in the air. It's like...the air whispers to me.
Clearing my thoughts of friends and 'witchcraft', I turn the radio on then drap the cover of it. Insistent music. Fancy, by Iggy Arlea, blast from the speakers bolted up around the room. Bobbing side to side, I spin and take in the sight of the kittens. I grin at them, curling a hand and picking up the big blue tabby gently. He glides over to my waiting hands, to his and the others astonishment. Not that I know it. "First things first, I'm the realest. Drop this and let the whole world feel it. And I'm still in the Murda Bizness." I do a crisscross sort of dance, making me spin. "I can hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics. You should want a bad bitch like this. Drop it low and pick it up just like this. Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris. High heels, somethin' worth a half a ticket on my wrist. Takin' all the liquor straight, never chase that. Rooftop like we bringin' '88 back. Bring the hooks in, where the bass at? Champagne spillin', you should taste that."
Poor guy is all dizzy now. Giggling to myself, I squat and set him on his feet. "Go on little guy. It's about to get loud and nasty in here." shooing him toward his brothers and sister, I move to the table to grab a pair of safety goggles and a mask to cove my mouth and nose. Slipping them in place, I grab an old, worn hat and cover my short locks. The first tool I grab is the suction cup dent removers. Yes, that is it's actual name. With those, every dent in it's body is pulled out. And there are a lot. Once I move around the entire body, to make sure I got them all, I nod at the handy work. Looking over at the table, all the kittens have moved to place themselves under it, the plastic covering them. For how long, though?
After that, I remove all the chrome pieces, tapping over those that won't come off. Next are the windows, covering them with sheets of plastic. "And now comes the hard part." pulling one of three sanders out, I start grinding away at the paint and rust. Just as I promised, it's loud. Screechy. Dust and rust fly in all directions. A thin layer covering me, from my feet to the hat covering my head. It would take so long if I had to do this by hand and as it is, with the electric sander, it will take a whole day.
I lose myself in the job, perusal. Sometimes singing along with the music. Other times I dance along, not full out but swaying here and there. A couple of times, I catch sight of the kittens, watching me with...rapid curiosity? Seriously, these kittens are something else. I only get the hood and the entire driver side before there's a pawing at my leg. Pausing, I put the sander away, letting it come to a stop and glance down. The yellow-white kitten is meows softly up at me, big eyes staring at me. I squat and reach out to scratch behind a ear. "What's up little guy?" his answer, he looks back at the others and I peer over. I am momentarily taken back to see the oreo kitten eating a...is that a spider?
My lips part, a look of 'What the fucking hell?!' on my face. "Take it y'al are hungry?" it takes some effort to pull my eyes from the gruesome sight and look at the one that grabbed my attention. He meows, running for the garage doors . Stopping just outside, he looks back in at me and meows again. Like he's telling me to hurry up. "Alright! Guess I could use a break now." shaking myself, some of the shavings fall to the floor. The mask hangs around my neck, hat removed to push the goggles into my hair. There is a noticeable difference between what was covered and what wasn't. "Alright, let's get y'al something to eat." they run around my feet, meowing excitedly.
Inside, I open another can milk, splitting it between the kittens and set about making myself a sandwich. A big one, turkey and cheese, and ham, and roast beef, and lettuce, and mayo. Yum. The little buggers attack their meal as I do the same to my sandwich. As I sit here, I think about what to do for tonight. Dinner specifically. I have no want to make dinner...so take out it is. "Haven't had Ray's in a while." I note, nodding to myself. I'll call in a order, after I'm done. Finishing my lunch in a matter of bites and standing. Time to get back. "Well, back at it...y'al can stay inside if ya want or come with." going to the door, I open it and wait. Only four come this time. The two orange tabby's, blue-indgo female, and all black kitten. "Don't tear my shit up, beauties..." I look pointedly to the white kitten, that I've noticed has a destructive side already. He stares pointedly back, meowing something. No doubt kitty curse words.
Hmphing, I head out, closing the door after me and duck back to the garage. Settling the mask and goggles in place, I pick up the sander again. Before starting, I looked to the kitchens. They have taken cover under the plastic covered table, again. Must be interested in the cool stuff I'm doing. Pointing to the radio mounted up on the wall, a gust of wind leaves my finger and swivels toward it, raising the volume. The music switches to a new beat, 'Am I a Physco', by Tech N9ne. Humming along, I get back to work. As I move around the car, the kittens move as well. Too keep me in sight. Are they interested in what I'm doing or scared I'll disappear? Shaking the thoughts off, I continue on. More shavings falling back on me. It's starting to improve. At some points, I have to get low to the ground. On the floor to reach the undercarriage of the frame. Lucky, I won't have to do much under there, just sanding for the most part.
When finished, I wiggle side to side, to get out from under it and roll to my knees. Being that close to the wheel houses, I see some stuff that needs to be buffered out. So I do. I go around, checking the other spots and nod, pleased at the outcome. When I glance at the clock hanging from one of the support columns, I decide I am done for the day. It's already five. The sandwich I had didn't fill me up, just tied me over. "Well, I guess I'm done for the day." setting the sander aside, I pull the mask, glasses and hat off. Shaking my head and body, the shavings drift to the floor. "Let's go, guys...and lady." they follow me back to the house, strutting in when the door is open. I just watch them in amusement, shaking my head and head over to the phone. Ray's number is on Speed-dial, number 2.
"Ray's Palace, what can I do ya for?"
"Hey Ton, it's Kyl."
"Making a order?"
"As if ya need to ask." I snort.
"Just doing my job, darlin'."
I can practically hear him smirking. "Oh sweetheart, ya make my heart flutter." I tease back. This is an occurring thing between the two of us. This on-and-off sex-thing.
"Just as much as you make me hot beneath the collar."
Okay, I laugh at that. "Cute, Ton. I'll see ya in about thirty minutes."
"Can't wait."
We hang up at the same time and off to the my room/bathroom I head. I step into the shower and rinse all the gunk off, sighing at the feeling of being clean. Just as quick, I am out and slip a robe on. It's silk, pink, white, orange, and purple. Hand painted sunset on the back. Leaving the bathroom, I go to the armoire and pull on a pair of hip sweats and a maroon tank. "So..." I turn to see the same four kittens that have gathered themselves on my bed. "Who wants to go for a ride?" all four meow in response and I cock a hip out. "All four of y'al?" another meow, as if agreeing. "...alright." shrugging, I make a motion for them to follow, grabbing my wallet and keys from wall-shelf by the door. Before disappearing out the door, I hear one of the orangish-red tabbies meow out to the other kittens. It sounded...solemn. If possible.
The four ninja's gone felines are for the most part, quiet. They all rest along the 'dashboard' of the strange device their caretaker owns. A truck, she calls it. It's unlike anything they've seen. So much their eyes have laid on since waking, is so unlike they have ever seen. Some things are similar or even the same but mostly...different. Especially with what she had been working on for most the day. Obviously she knew what she was doing, even if they had no clue. Music fills the space around them, a soft, soulful beat and words. The girl, they have yet to learn her name, singing along. It's as soft as the music, head bobbing along as she directs the metal machine in her hand to where she is going.
"This place is very different." Konan stares out the window, watching the passing scenery. It's moving quick but she can still make out things. Buildings. Some tall. Some short. Some wide. Some narrow. Brick. Metal. So strange.
"Yes." Pein agrees.
"Definitely not our world." Itachi frowns. No chakra, at all. Anyplace.
Tobi, or Madara as they know him as, or Obito as he really is, glances to the brunette. Something was off about her, that he knows. She did, worldlessly, summon Kisame. There is more then meets the eye with the woman. The problem is figuring it out and if it's a threat to them. "There is much to explore in this world." he notes, his voice the normal tone. There is no reason to be 'Tobi' while in the presence of these three.
"And here we are!" another thing that strikes them odd. Clearly, she is speaking another language, they hear the jumble of words but it's like an underlining for what they're actually hearing. Not just her but on the radio and tv. The truck pulls up in a spot in front of a long but short building. Rolling the windows down, she leaves the truck idol and pushes open the door. "Be right back kitties!" and flounce out, toward the restaurant.
They peer through the windshield, through the large front store windows and straight to the counter. The civilian stands there, chatting with a tall, blonde haired male. Clearly, their body language suggest they find each other attractive. They, even Obito, can't fault the man. She may be average looking, brown hair and eyes, but there is something that makes most look twice. And not her chest as the perverted white kitten seems to think. A laid back personality. Carefree air. It's not something they can really pinpoint, as there isn't much known.
Soon enough, she's saying goodbye to the blonde, sending him a flirtatious wink. He responds with his own suggestive wink, a hand grazing her hip. She says something that bings a red flush to the blonde and those around them laughing. Then out the door , hoping into the truck and setting the tray of delicious smelling food beside her. "Ready to head home?" she doesn't wait for an answer, buckling in and backing out.