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First Person P.O.V

"Oh, Maria, please! Don't leave me!"

"But, Jack, I have to. My father doesn't want us together anymore.. He said he'd kill you if he had to!"

"I'm not scared of that old man, what about our love?!"

"I'm sorry, Jack... It's for the be-"

Suddenly, the voices stopped.

"Zoe, what the hell were you just watching?" Elizabeth's voice coursed through my ears. I cracked open my eyes to look at her standing in front of the couch I was laying on with her hands on her hips, the remote in her hand.

I yawned, "Honestly, I don't even know. Onyxcia left the T.V on about an hour ago and the remote was too far away for me to reach." I gestured to the coffee table about arm's length away.

She let out a small laugh, running her fingers through her brown locks, "you're something else, dummy. When's Nyx supposed to get back?"

"I don't know," I grunted, sitting up. "She said she was going shopping for groceries, that she was gonna pick up some Taco Bell and McDonalds."

She plopped down on the couch next to me. She had a small paper bag in her hands and she had a big smile on her face.

"This is for you," she said sheepishly, scratching the back of her head. "Your brother was in the store and he got you something for your birthday he missed."

I smirked, "he only missed it by about a month."

She shrugged but said nothing else, turning the T.V back on.

I slowly opened the small paper bag, curious about what he had bought me, and why he suddenly remembered my birthday after about a month.

There was a small jewelry box in the bottom of the bag, along with a small card. I opened the box and a smile surfaced on my face. He had gotten me a gold and diamond ring. On the bottom of the ring there was small carvings in it. It read, 'en vacker ring för min vackra syster'

For any of you who don't speak Swedish, that means, 'a beautiful ring for my beautiful sister'

Learn Swedish, kids.

My thoughts were interrupted by the door slamming open, causing us to shoot up in shock. A crash sounded seconds later.

"Nyx!" I groaned loudly, "Please tell me you did not crack the eggs again!"

"I'm sorry! I've never had good balance," she shrugged. A big smirk was on her face as she sat down and plopped the bags on the coffee table. It was evident that she had something to share, but I honestly didn't know what it was.

"What do you want?" I asked cocking an eyebrow at her facial expression.

"Well," she started. "You know my uncle, right? The one that owns the restaurant, big beard, fat face, long hair-"

"Yes," I dismissed, attempting to help her finish.

"Okay, so he just called me on my way home and he says, 'Nyx! A box of kittens was just dropped on my doorstep! Do you think you and your friends could take them in?!' and of course I said, 'Yeah, we sure-"

"No." I stated, cutting her off.

"But why not?! We have the room for them! And it's not like we haven't had cats before! Why can't we again? Please? Pretty please with a super naked team of Akatsuki, excluding Konan, on top?" she begged, pulling on my shoulder length black hair.

"I don't want them either," Elizabeth stated, her light blue eyes still focused on the T.V.

"But please? You guys are always so quiet and upset; we need their happiness in this boring house!" Onyx stated, tears welling up in her red eyes. It was obvious she really wanted the cats because she barely ever cried.

"I don't like cats," I glared. "All they do is shit, eat, and sleep. What's the point? All we do is feed them until they die."

Onyxcia gasped, "You did not just say that! We're getting them and that's that! And you have to take care of your own 3!"

"Three?" Elizabeth and I demanded in unison.

"How many demons did you get, Onyxcia?" Elizabeth hissed between clenched teeth.

"Yeah, uh," Onyxcia stuttered sheepishly, scratching the back of her head. "I may have forgotten to mention, there are ten of them," she giggled, playing with her sunny blonde hair. "Whoops?"


Well, shit.

This story is co-written by my friend Kira, and by Kaci12

Peace out, girl scouts.