Bad Kitten: Prologue
By. Bento Box
04/02/03

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He tilted back into his chair. His index finger gently circled the top of his drink, over and over again, making smooth, soothing circles along the cup's rim.

Eyelids lowered into a drowsy expression, and he watched through his lethargy as people swiftly moved about through their day-to-day routine. He was so very, very bored.

It's so boring here. The people so drab and uninteresting, little specks of pale colors that danced and flitted within his mind as he dragged a lazy scan throughout them.

He made a small noise in the back of his throat, a thoughtful little hum. He could just go back to the club and find some 'entertainment' but none of those scantily clad bodies held any interest to him. They were boring. Drab little things, starving and hollow little husks.

The thoughtful hum stopped and he blinked away the drowsy laziness of the morning sun. He called for his tab and the plastic-smile was easily pasted onto the waiter's face as he quickly moved over to the table.

While he waited for the return of his card, a sudden spark caught and glimmered to life in his mind. Intrigued, he followed the shimmer of light, and soon his eyes were drawn to a slender figure down the opposite side of the street he was at, and headed towards the nearby private school.

A smile began to spread, slow and dark, across his face.

Perhaps, it won't be so boring here after all.

The waiter came back with his card and receipt and he tucked away both items in his jacket pocket with a distracted air. His dark eyes were still trained on the light blue uniform, and the darkhaired figure that grew smaller and smaller as it walked off in the distance. The small back was turned to him, so he couldn't see the face, but the distinctly bright glow that covered the body was pretty. So very, very pretty.

The thoughtful hum returned, and it had a strange resonance to it, like the purr of a contented cat.

No, not so boring after all.